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<\|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 -=-=Gren, Mauve, Deneb, Shamrock, Myrtle=-=- Not at all prepared for Shiro's thunderous roar, Mauve collapsed to the ground, screeching, his hands clamped over his ears with all the strength he could muster. An unusual hypersensitivity to sound sent waves of pain reverberating through his skull, ones that stirred not only agony inside his brain but also agonizing memories. Unable to suppress the King's Voice in any way, Mauve wished fervently for death to release him; when his sight, smell, and hearing drastically lessened in response to Shiro's semblance, he assumed death was upon him. "Silence," he squeaked, still conscious but encapsulated in a faint, blurry haze that made the world seem far away, oblivious to Gren's fist closing around his threat. "At...last." The remaining three faunus didn't offer much of a challenge. Deneb initially surprised Gren by freeing himself from the clutches of his friction semblance but unknown means, but the stick-thin swan's first punch damaged the hunter-in-training no more than a feather might, and an instant later Deneb's windpipe, too, was being strangled. The chameleon attempted to persuade Gren to not suffocate him, saying that he'd comply and even taking the time to introduce himself as Shamrock Cochlain, but the risk of him getting away and escaping could not be taken. The last faunus, the portly porcupine, looked at Gren in mute disgust as he attempted to justify himself. "All you're doing is making sure that my pain will never end," she spat, and offered pitiful resistance. -=-=Shiro, Coral=-=- As quick as Shiro was, Coral's physique might as well have been designed for speed. Hard pressed was the swordfighter to keep with with her as she pelted around corners and down halls, but after only a few moments the chase was over with Shiro's attempt to knock her out. While his technique was spot on, slamming his shield into the back of her skull with enough force to render a normal being senseless, Coral had not deactivated her aura as her companion had. The force of the blow impacting her orange-tinged aura knocked her to the ground, where it rose again to prevent her nose from shattering against the floor, and the combined expense of both absorbed collisions depleted Coral's aura almost completely. Still, some energy remained within her, and she rolled away to regain her feet and resume her flight. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for her. A door just to her right suddenly erupted open, and through it burst a young squirrel faunus in a high state of panic, who saw Coral and froze just in time to avoid crashing directly into her. "Corey! Where's...?" Her eyes flitted behind the deer faunus to Shiro, who had by this time recovered from his big move. "Aw, crap." From the door by which the squirrel had entered came a large, familiar figure clad in blue. Abel lurched into the hallway, the Ampere floating, suspended by threads of electricity, beside him. The guardian's left hand was clamped around his right forearm, which bled profusely from an unreasonably-large puncture wound. His getup lay in various states of disarray, including his auburn hair and diminutive goatee, and much of it covered in a smelly, green liquid. Though his breathing came hard and ragged, and that wound seeped crimson, no bones could be made about how ready Abel was to continue fighting. With his chance arrival he had unwittingly worked with Shiro to trap the two faunus girls between them. Though neither knew it, the operating room in which Sapphire currently stood resided only fifty feet behind Abel. A noise of breaking glass caused the guardian to momentarily look behind him, but he refocused on Shiro quickly. "Hey. I think these hallways run in a loop." He glanced down at his wound and grimaced. "Don't ask." Between him and the snow tiger faunus, the two girls both looked close to tears. "Uh...I got Saph's text but I don't think she's got it all right," he said, clearly distracted by how upset the faunus girls were, and substantially less eager to rip the squirrel a new one for locking him in with a giant killer iguana. "What's the deal with these chicks, d'you know?" -=-=Sapphire, Sienna=-=- During the minute or so that the antisedative raced through Sienna's inner systems, Sapphire had more than enough time to study the word tattooed onto the girl's face: embodiment. Unbeknownst to the huntress-to-be, the actors in a silent scene rushed about twenty feet above her head. Nullified by the crystalline barrier dividing the operating room and the viewing gallery, words were exchanged in earnest, and a course of action was determined. At last, Sienna's eyes blinked open, revealing those unnerving orbs. Sapphire's words didn't seem to register at first, as the faunus raised a deliberate hand to her head. When fingers met scruffy coyote ears, a minute tremor ran through Sienna's body. Those eyes, entirely black but for brilliant yellow irises, swept over the unfamiliar figure in front of her, and then the door. Her heart, previously restrained by the anesthesia, began to accelerate. "The...surgery failed...?" The syringe, laid in haste on a nearby table, caught her gaze with its swirling pattern. In a similar fashion, by the glint of metal beneath the white radiance of the room's lights, did she notice Sapphire's weapons. "Didn't start?" Again Sienna looked at Sapphire, and this time, she moved. One instant she was laying down, and then next, the faunus was across the room, crouched on a countertop beside the sanitation bay. In her wake she left a momentary yellow blur; nothing else accredited the idea that she hadn't teleported. Her eyes, for a split-second a pure, inhuman yellow, reverted to black-with-yellow-irises. "You. You're here 'cause of my call. I..!" A resounding crash of broken glass sounded from above, and into the room dropped a six-foot-tall black bear faunus in a suit jacket much like his wife's. Around him rained a deluge of shimmering shards, but none with enough force to puncture or cut anything. Shrugging his brawny shoulders as if in apology, he adjusted his glances as he grieved, "Such an...unfortunate delay. Sienna, don't get yourself worked up over this. Run if you need to, but come back in a few hours after this is dealt with. We'll get you treated, I promise." Though she bore an anxious expression, Sienna nodded, and her eyes changed again. Like a flash she darted from her cabinet, up the wall itself, and through the hole in the ceiling's glass dome into the viewing gallery. After her trail vaporized, only Sapphire and the administrator were left. "Assault," the administrator said, crossing his arms. "Property damage. Trespassing. Disturbing the peace. And crushing dreams. Not all technical criminal charges, but dire nonetheless. I believe that my patient just now mentioned a call? Terrible judgment on her part. She came around, and nobody coerced her. I really am sorry to get you involved. Since you've attacked my staff, I don't expect you're here to debate ideologies, but still I will be civil. Well, miss, I'm the head administrator here. You can call me Pop if you like, though it's not really a big boss kind of name, eh? And yours?" Pop allotted time for Sapphire to respond, with her name or otherwise. Afterward, he sighed regretfully. "Okay then. My guards have told me that there are more of you runnin' around my facility. In a few minutes, once they're properly equipped, they'll be on their way to stop your friends. If you win our duel, I guess you'll want to go warn them." Four, eh? And with fancy weapons, and in their late teens. "Hunter team, maybe? My folks always wanted me to be a hunter, but I wanted to box, and to be a doctor. Bottom line is, I'm not gonna underestimate you. I was watching the whole time from the gallery, though, so I'm wise to your vanishing act." Pop adopted a pugilist's stance, prepared to activate him semblance. "I'm done talkin' now. Show me what a huntress can do!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den As Antaeus' trident hit Mokuren, he suddenly felt an immense amount of pain in his head that seemed to come from utterly nowhere. For several seconds, the surprise migraine disoriented him, but not long enough that he didn't see that the girl was still up and fighting with her sword coming directly for his crotch. "Ah shit!" he shouted as he used his trident to try and block the blow. He hoped to catch the sword between the prongs of his weapon and stab it into the ground, effectively disarming Mokuren. Afterwards, he'd use a kick to send her back and give him enough distance that he could call for backup. Hopefully his plan would work, because this girl was a bigger handful than he had expected. Inside the Dragon's Den As the Dragon's Den employee up the stairs and out of the hallway that the hunters-in-training were in, the vault-like door that he had entered from was slowly closing. Already it was at the point where a person could possibly fit their fingers in to prevent it from shutting all the way, but if they waited any longer than it would soon be impossible to enter at all. It was now or never. If they were able to successfully enter, the intruders would find the door to lead to a brightly lit room, each wall jam-packed with file cabinets. In the center though was a metal table and a single foldable chair. On the table, lied several files and several stacks of paperwork detailing things like transactions, statistics, and other things an illegal gambling den would need to keep track of. The most interesting thing about the papers though, was that almost every one of them had the White Fang symbol stamped onto it or signatures of known White Fang members. It was exactly what the Vale police department would need to incriminate the "business" and bring it down. It was perfect. Perhaps a little too perfect? It would not be a surprise if the three students thought this was all an elaborate trap, because they wouldn't be far off from the truth.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon just scowled at the merchants as they tried to bother him and Skyra. He either ignored them or, when they stood in his way, he pushed right pass them. Soon a thuggish woman came over to them looking for trouble. Skyra was immediately hostile which got Ebon's eyes rolling. He looked back at the delinquent girl and noticed the chained anchors around her waist. [color=black][i]"Chains were one of the items found at the scene of the crimes."[/color][/i] Ebon also looked at the woman's friends, though none of them seemed to be carrying pipes. Not that they were hard to find. Ebon was certain he could buy some pipes around here in a pinch. "We're here on business. You aren't part of it." Ignoring the girl and Skyra if she wanted to stay and fight, Ebon continued his patrol. As far as he cared they weren't causing trouble so he had no reason to stick around and bother them. If they were wise they would keep it that way.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Groaning as the fallen crystal came into view, Oswald sighed. "Yeah, of course that would happen." Looking around, he didn't notice any particularly obvious third option available to the convoy, so he just shrugged and accepted it when Marcus told them all to go around. The tracks went through the massive crystal, so it didn't seem like this was the exact place where the other convoys had been attacked, assuming they had all been attacked in the same location. Still, Oswald was wary. Looking out the window, Oswald touched the pommel of his sword, making sure that no strange situation had occurred where his weapon was not on him. Ensured that he was still armed, Oswald turned to Rice and frowned. "You've got a plan for when everything hits the fan, right? Or is that up to my team leader to decide?"</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\|>Ebon Umbranox Sighing, The Kingdom clicked. "I don't have time for your dramatics. Just die." Slots opened on the Back of the Kingdom sending out ten pistol-sized space ships known as "Arrowheads". As they sortied Ebon ducked underneath the anchor and put The Kingdom between him and the girl who was trying to pick a fight with him. The Arrowheads then began to fly around the girl about five feet away from her, firing bullet sized bolts of lasers. While they may be small, they packed the same amount of force as your average .45 caliber bullet, only made of lasers. Two of the ten ships were glowing, signifying that they were charging for a more powerful shot.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Shiro's best efforts at arousing the girls' trust touched something of a nerve with Abel. If these tattoos, or what they meant, rather, were so important to him, why hadn't he confided in his own team? The guardian guessed that the reason lay in the team itself: they had no choice but to trust each other, so their secrets could stay hidden to one another. That didn't exactly sit right with Abel, now that he thought about it. Real teams, the ones in the stories that lasted lifetimes longer than the living people they portrayed, didn't keep things from one another. Unfortunately, Abel wasn't quite sure where to begin with himself. As he listened to Shiro's explanation of his tattoos, Abel knew he didn't have anything quite that powerful. He had managed to put the ordeal with his brother Kane behind him, after all. Abel's sudden thoughtfulness didn't quite extend to the faunus girls, however. Maybe it was the sickly-sweet smell of the suspicious substance on Abel's jacket, or the weapons sported by both hunters, or the overall situation they were in, but they didn't appear to be on their side just yet. The squirrel still jittered, obviously on the hunt for an opportunity to run, but a strange calm had come over Coral. She looked at Shiro with somber gray eyes. "I...I don't get that confidence. I don't see where your story says how it gets better. For some of us, the reason we're here isn't because of prejudice or tragedy or anything. Myrtle's here because she's got some problem with her quills. They hurt her night and day, and she figured that if she could get rid of them, she'd be able to fully live again. My Mauve used to be a soldier, but a flashbang permanently damaged his ears. Rather than making him deaf, it did the opposite. Now every little noise is agony for him. The doctors gave him pills to deaden his hearing until he could be treated. They told us how the surgery works, you know. A serum targets faunus-specific cells, like those in ears, or quill, or a tail, and makes their membranes impermeable. The faunus parts effectively die off, and tools are used to cleanly remove the dead tissue." She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked at the floor, signaling surrender. Seeing this, the squirrel girl went pale, and suddenly bolted toward Abel, thinking that he'd be too slow to stop her. The guardian guided the Ampere in front of her and she smacked into it, eliciting a short, sharp cry and the thwarting of her escape. Abel grabbed her shoulder and tried, mindful of how she must feel, to steer her back toward Coral without hurting her. Coral watched, but did not interfere. "I don't know if your the good guys and the doctors are the bad guys or vice versa, or if anyone's good or anyone's bad. We were all kinda suspicious of this miracle operation, but we decided to try it anyway. We don't have to strength to stop you, none of us but Pop and maybe the guards, so I guess we'll have to hope for the best. Amy, don't try to run. It'll all be okay." At that moment, a brown blur with a yellow trail shot from a doorway a hundred feet way or so and zipped past the group of four in the hallway. Just for a moment, as it passed Shiro, it slowed down, revealing a lean coyote girl with scruffy gray-brown hair, lovely but frightened features, eyes totally black but for yellow irises, and the word EMBODIMENT tattooed in a curve beneath an eye. Then Sienna was gone, racing faster than possible up some stairs, out of the shelter, and off the island, speedy enough to make the sea into a road. Abel blinked, not sure what he'd seen. "Huh?" He grasped at the faint yellow trail, which vanished between his fingertips. A grimace appeared as he attempted to move his wounded arm. "What now? Should we find Sapphire? She went off to follow some doctors somewhere. He glanced at the faunus girls. It wasn't often that he was the only human around. "Um, stay here maybe? From what you said, I guess there are others. Oh! We should call the Vale PD. They can bring boats and get the people off this island." As he continued, he attempted to keep his face free of doubt. "Bet once you guys tell them what's going on, they'll sort everything out okay." -=-=Sapphire and Pop=-=- A raised eyebrow greeted Sapphire's inquiry. Nevertheless, Pop smiled and quit his stance. "Oh? A huntress who'll talk with words rather than weapons? Well, I'll take it with a grain of salt...I did see what you did to my doctors, after all. But I'll take it. Just don't try any funny business. In the spirit of civility, I'll tell you what my semblance does. It speeds up the rate at which I look at the world, making it look like slow motion to me. I can't move my body at all, but I can take as long as I need to examine everything that's going on and adjust my actions accordingly. And it has a cooldown time of half a second. In the world of boxing I was known as Perfect Jones." He took a step toward Sapphire and crossed his arms. "But we're not debating about me. A great scientist, though we're not debating about him either, once said that all theories should be given to children, and that if children couldn't understand them, the theories were worthless. My ideals are easy to explain. I want to provide the option for faunus to become human if they wish. This can be either for personal reasons, as in, they think it's the only way to escape persecution, though I know better, or for physical reasons, as in, a bat faunus has hearing so acute that everyday noises give him migranes. My original plan was to devise a reverse operation as well, to make humans into faunus, but that's much harder from a medical standpoint. Easier to take than make, as they say. The funding for this project came from the savings of my wife and I, for it is my dream. I expect that once I go public, I may receive a Regal Science Prize. Is that good enough for you, miss? If it is, and you'd be willing to talk down your friends, I'd be more than willing to call off my guards."</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "For the record... I don't apologize to somebody who threatens me. Also... Nobody calls me a bitch.", Skyra snarled as she vanished from range of the anchor. While Ebon deployed his shield and drones, Skyra theatrically pulled out her two swords and only then igniting their energy blades. The blue light of the blades lit up herself and added an eerie blue glow to her face contorted with anger. "Just move out of the way, you don't want me angry, I can promise you.", Skyra warned the four girls with a threatening growl in her voice as she started to whirl her blades in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amaranth snapped out of a stupor that felt like it had lasted for months. God, how could a class ever be that boring... Course, everything always seemed to last longer when the weekend (and her date) was right around the corner. But before anything fun could happen, she had to get through her first mission with her vagabond, slapdash team that was somehow the people she was relying on to get her through this. Somehow, she felt like she was in excellent hands.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room "Well that's just peachy...", he commented. Luke immediately jumped to hold the door back, with little hesitation he slipped through the gap and out into the hallway. He briefly shuffled through his pockets to check if he got the documents, and it appears that was the case. It all checks out, but it looks like the building was on high alert too... "Alright, me and Luke are searching for an exit, see you guys soon", he spoke into the comms. "By the way Luke, we should try and find an alternate route. We can't go out through the club floor anymore", he suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane was despartly thinking of a way to find out what she wanted to know as quickly as possible. The old guy had asked them about being in trouble again, so that supported her theory of them being vandals right? While the store's name was adorable it just mean the old man probally wasn't a part of him. Thinking of how best to play her simpering role best she finally said in her airhead voice, "Oh I'm no racer though I appreciate a nice looking vehicle when I see one. I more intrested about you though, just what kind of trouble could some nice boys like you possibly get into?" Gawds if they could just confess or something already she could kick their arses. Sepia seemed to be going along with it well enough so as long as nothing unexpected happened and these guys were as stupid as they acted this should be over and done with in less than five minutes.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze--Cutting it Close As soon as Jack had slipped through, Luke's strength had all but given out. Timing seemed to have a penchant for the dramatic with this mission. Immediately bailing out from his position against the frame, he slid between the oncoming (and much faster) door and the wall, and out into freedom. Well, mostly. Door caught his trailing foot for a moment before he'd twisted and yanked it free, and he thought something might have felt something crack, but he'd take what he could get. Shaking off the potential injury as it began to repair itself, he got himself moving, feeling as though the threads of fate had been forcefully realigned by the powers that be, after some great error had passed. Forcing it out of his system, he nodded in agreement with Jack. "No way they aren't waiting for us at any of the exits, you're right." Clenching his right fist, the steely gauntlet covering it morphed (in a noticeably higher-than-normal quality animation sequence) into a drill, both a viable weapon, and more importantly, a viable tunneling option. "Know how close we are to the outside right now?" He asked his comrade, starting forward and scanning the walls for a starting point.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Listening to Rice's nervous explanation of the plan if anything went wrong, Oswald was unsurprisingly skeptical. He decided to keep his mouth shut for the sake of whatever small amount of pride the man had left, however. He was glad that the drivers at least had a form of protection other than team MODA. Carefully watching the road ahead, Oswald's eyes widened as he saw a group of trucks turned over and covered in all sorts of damages. That was no good. Turning to Rice, he opened his door and got ready to jump out after the radios went down. "Stop the truck. We need to get the Unsubtle up here for this."</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\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze -- Gambit Success! "I worked fast food a couple summers ago. Seen things you'd never believe." Luke replied with a smirk. Within seconds, the wristwatches were gauntlets once more and he turned to face the two leader-types left standing. He liked these odds much better than before. Much, much better. Stepping his right foot back but not quite bringing his guard up just yet, he scrutinized the two further. Not much to tell besides "White Fang Member a step above the fodder". Hm. So I don't know anything 'till they show me. With that in mind... "Mind if I ask what the odds of us coming to a peaceful resolution here are? I'd rather we have a chat than get our hands dirty." Two parts bravado, one part actual truth. It ended up coming out sounding much cooler than the fact of the matter. He wasn't too enthused about fighting somebody he knew nothing about. They didn't need to know, though.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort "Go around? Dude you have a giant gun can't you just blow it up?" truck driver 3 complained. The tall wiry man Marcus privately dubbed 'captain hook' given the unfortunate shape of his nose and his tendency to assume he was in charge. "Negative three. Might as well ring a giant dinner bell that we're here. I don't want to attract the attention." Macus replied coolly. His gun remained pointed at the fallen pile regardless. Optics zoomed in at the base of the quartz pillar, searching for the signs of the work of men. Pickaxes, high explosives, water cutters and their like all left highly tell-tale marks, if one knew what to look for. The thing that stood out in this case was the honeycomb of small tunnels cut through the rock at the base. Marcus chuckled when the answer struck him. "People, it was the bugs themselves that did it. I took a closer look at the pillar, they made so many tunnels at it's base that it became unable to support itself and just fell over." he said over the radio. He chuckled again, sitting up straighter. Stupid bugs got him all excited for nothing. "Mister Rice I make up only a quarter of this team. Be assured that Oswald, Diamond and Aurellius are very capable in combat as well. Anyway Oswald the basic plan for the trucks is to make a run for it should something happen, remember?" Marcus said. Had he not been clear enough in his briefing? Whatever the case, it could wait, truck two spotted something ahead of them. "The hell?" Marcus muttered as he zoomed in on their destination. The camp was surrounded by the wrecks of the previous convoys, fortified to hell and back. One convenient bottleneck remained as a pseudo entrance. This wasn't good. He counted at least seven different weapon traces in the battered transports. A fuzz entered his mind as the tank crossed some invisible threshold. "Fuckblaarghaaddam." he snarled and threw a specific switch. Instantly nearly a full half of his sensors dropped dead. There was only so much military surplus a teenager could get his mitts on even with his parents helping out with paperwork. So by necessity a lot of the after-market electronics he'd strapped on where not rated against this level of jamming. He blinked as he absorbed what Diamond yelled at him up on the turret. Okay, get a grip now Goldstein. "To sum up: Radio's gone, a lot of my sensors are shot, and the camp is a write-off. That jamming means the ambush is already started. By the time reinforcements get here either we're dead or they're gone. Instead, Oswald, Aurell and me are going to attack them from the left. You sneak around and shut down that jammer. If you can grab paperwork or anything else that points to who is behind this and how they worked." he half shouted. These orders needed to be crystal clear, no pun intended. That done he slowed down to let Diamond off if she wanted to. Further forward Oswald had the common sense to stop the trucks instead of run forward into an obvious choke-point. Marcus just prayed the drivers kept their engines idle. Breaks squealed as the tank came to a halt next to the lead truck. "Trucks, back to Vale! We are clearing the camp and we'll radio you when we're done. Oswald, Aurellius on me, we are going to bust a wall down and sweep this place clean." the young officer ordered. Implied was the order that if no word was received from MODA the truckers were supposed to keep running all the way back and get them reinforcements. Or at least arrange a nice funeral. Once the two hunters had joined Marcus he went into a bit more detail. As he spoke he drove away from the entrance, going around the camp in a wide arc. "Diamond's off to look for the radio jammer, we are the distraction. The enemy is a humanoid rebel group of some description. Check your targets! Could be prisoners or Diamond in there. For the rest, make some noise. We want all of their attention on us!" Marcus outlined. "Can do!" Aurellius replied with an eager grin. The whine of his minigun spinning up underlined his words.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond Frost - Convoy Escort Nodding at the instructions, Diamond shed her coat and put it somewhere where the tank seemed the least greased and muddied. Unlike her usual blouse, she had a black turtleneck below that was much better for moving around. And around her neck was a scarf that she now pulled over her face, praying her teammates wouldn't ask why she was carrying gear that made her look like a crook. As the tank slowed down, Diamond jumped off and headed in the opposide direction, sticking to cover where she could. Her gear was designed for the night and was quite obvious against the grass and quartz all around, but the undergrowth was high enough to hide her on the last stretched as she crept closer to the improvised wall, flattened against the ground. So far it looked like she remained undetected, judging by the lack of alarm ringing and guns shooting in her general direction. The girl slid along the wall towards one of the points where it wasn't as high. Listening in for a second to hear whether there was a watch on the other side, she used her semblance to summon a few platforms which she used to leap over the barricade. Landing on all four, Diamond quickly glanced around and found a shady spot to hide in. She recited her objectives in her head to remind herself of her task. Find and disable the jammer. Look for intelligence. Where would those be? Right, the jammer would need a big aerial. A quick glance around the compound told her exactly where to look. Intel would most likely be located in an HQ of sorts, which Diamond guessed would be too heavily guarded to access without a fight. However, where there was an antenna, there was also a communications station. Perhaps she could pull some logs off of there. Taking a breath she looked around for guards before waving between the buildings, doing her best to stay out of sight. The thundering bang as the rest of her team got to work only helped somewhat. true, some guards left their postings to go help deal with the threat, but the rest was now perfectly vigilant.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Alright, this was it. The good ol' boys of MODA were ready to tear these guys a structurally superfluous new behind. Sitting on the hull of the Unsubtle as the aptly named war machine chugged forward, Oswald put his hand over his heart, which was beating more and more rapidly in preparation for the upcoming battle. He flexed his newly healed wrist, itching to get the battle on with. He could only hope that the trucks listened to Marcus and stayed the hell away from it all. As the bulk of team MODA approached the enemy, Oswald covered his ears so that he wouldn't go deaf when the cannon fired. He was glad to have such gross power on his side, but it was way too loud for this kind of thing. Their enemy had yet to be positively identified, but that was hardly an issue. Their job was to get this dust shipment moving, and these folks were stopping them. Thus, they had to be defeated.</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\|>Sepia Russet "Are you sure you want to-" Sepia broke off as Krysthane struck the ursa. Her move was a little showy, but seemed effective as well. Intimidating, even. Sepia herself was more of a booster to her team than a hard hitter, so she was pretty sure that this hit was their best shot...to win what now? Sepia shook her head at her own forgetfulness. Ah well, it hadn't hurt anyone - as far she knew. Which wasn't a lot. "Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, ursa smashy thing." "If you can pull that off with a real ursa, than we're set."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "On it!" Diamond hollered as she gone to find the chains. She was fairly certain the tow cables on the tank would have done the job, but just in case… Getting up to the truck wasn't that much of a problem, so far she just snuck around and her power reserve was still up. Using her shadow as stepping stones, she was done in a minute. It was then when one of the guards arrived and asked for help. "Forget it. You weren't able to hold out against whatever it is intact. You're down to seven men and one truck assuming we don't send this one back home. You'd be better abandoning the site and coming back properly equipped, staying here is a death wish! We can protect you against the grimm, but hardly your own folly! Take it up with your SDC boss for leaving you here badly equipped." Diamond was suspecting something else though. It was eating on her ever since they left. Rice's behavior. No clear mark on the trucks, despite the SDC smearing it's logo feces on any available surface otherwise. And there was more. "And I've been thinking. We've been told we're carrying mining dust, and yet there was literally everything flying out of the blown up truck, and I don't see how ice is useful for breaking through rock. And what do we find? Instead you are positioned to prevent something from escaping the mine. Come to think of it those trucks aren't really marked, so either this operation is so poorly planned it was doomed from the start.." Diamond presented, grabbed the guard by the collar and pinned him against the side of the truck, "... or you aren't SDC at all." she said, towering over the bloke with a really menacing expression on her face. "So I suggest we pull everyone out of here and do over with new manegement, because this op has failed before it even begun!" she put in the air.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Friendly Fire He didn't have time to stick around and find out! Even as he had just looked up, a torrent of flame was barreling towards him, a wave of sheer heat blasting his face and drying everything out in fractions of a second. Why was there so much fire inside a building?! This place was gonna burn to the ground if something caught! With every fiber of his being, he sprung to the side, narrowly avoiding an untimely, crispy end. Very narrowly. Too narrowly. A tongue of flame managed to lick the sleeve of his near arm, and searing, stabbing pain lanced through his nervous system like lightning. "GAAAHHH!" He couldn't help it. Fire hurt terribly and constantly, even as it quickly began to eat through the sleeve of his hoodie and spread up the full length of his arm. In those moments, he forgot everything. The fight, his enemies, even how to land on his feet. One of those things happened to be a blessing in disguise. Hitting the ground on his side, he tumbled into an inelegant barrel roll, smothering the fire to a degree. Not entirely, but enough to quickly regain his senses and tear the afflicted sleeve away, tossing it behind him and letting it die of its own accord. It was right about then that his teammate began trying to bisect him with Byakko. Letting out an inarticulate cry of fright and surprise (read: "UWAAAH!" ), he sidestepped again as he rose, awkwardly kicking at the weapon during its meteoric arc to try and knock it as far from him as possible. He needed to get out of here! At least, he needed to put enough distance between her and him to get his head straight! As straight as it could get with a charred arm, anyway... Turning, running, and putting a good 25 or so feet between the two, he offered his arm a momentarily glance to asses the damage... Red. Blistered. Bloody. Skin reduced to tatters. Splotches of leathery White. Wet. An arm suffering from the effects of deadly heat, and constantly stinging just from the air it was surrounded by. Already healing, but still in all sorts of trouble. And this arm was attached to him. His skin turned a deathly pale, and he truly learned the meaning of the phrase "butterflies in my stomach". Breath coming in ragged gasps, he tried to shake it off as best he could as he looked up to the two forces of opposition still in his way. What can I do now?</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Watching as Diamond hooked the truck up to the Unsubtle, Oswald wondered how much worse things could get. Of course things could get worse. They could get attacked right here, hooking things up. They could be betrayed and forced to kill the rest of the survivors, though he doubted that would happen after the slaughter they'd just experienced. When the guard came over and asked for help, Oswald was taken aback by Diamond's reaction. "If you think staying here's a death wish, go and call for back up. We're authorized to get staff or a senior team for assistance, so do it. Our mission was to come here, stay the night and help the defenses, then go home. I intend to follow that mission. Besides, Marcus said to defend the camp. Those are our orders." Putting his hand on Diamond's shoulder, he looked at the guard. "Get back to the camp. I'll be along to help in a moment." Diamond was going too far. Whatever she had going on her head was near paranoia levels of suspicion. Yes, things didn't add up here. For now, though, it was better to find out what was going on rather than throw around baseless accusations. "I'm going to help them defend the camp. Do what you will." Turning his back to his teammates, Oswald made his way over to the camp, getting in position near the mine entrance. "Someone get me a gun and some ammo. I have a feeling my sword might not be the best thing for right now."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Growling at Oswald's [i[lack[/i] of paranoia, she let the guard go at the touch on her shoulder. She had half a mind to go out on Oswald too, but there was something else she learned. Even if it's a bad thing to do, it was more likely to succeed if everyone did it, rather than if they split up. She sighed in defeat. "If this is a set up and we all die horribly, I'm haunting your ass. Anyway, AMrcus is the only one who can catch up to Rice and the second truck and he has a radio to call backup. He should go do that, and we have to try and hold down the fort until hopefully some backup arrives." she said, breaking the lock on the truck with a shadow crowbar and emerging with a few capsules of the ice dust that were inside. "That oughta help. fighting's your part, just tell me where you want me."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Giving Diamond a blank stare as she approached, he nodded. This was their job, like it or not, and he was glad that she was willing to defer to the description of the mission, even if everything had gone to hell. "Just stay by me. I'm assuming there will be more bugs in that damned mine. I'd recommend grabbing a rifle, because getting close is a good way to dig yourself an early grave, and I'd rather not have to bury anybody else just yet." Turned towards the mine, Oswald watched the entrance carefully. "Guards, I need a brief on the situation at hand. What the hell is down there, and do you have suggestions on how to kill it?"</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Caravan Mission The messenger was rightly afraid of Diamond, and without a weapon he really didn't want to get on her bad side. Fortunately Oswald seemed like he cared enough to help, so he led the two back to the camp where he took them to the senior officer, the same guy who spoke to them before. The young man brief him about Diamond's and Oswald responds. This earned them a angry look from the officer. "Are you daft or something? Of course we're with the Schnee Company! If we weren't I wouldn't give two damns about this place and would have left the moment we set up camp here! And like I'd know what they need dust for. I'm just a guardsmen, foreman died a few days ago. And it doesn't help that we've been stuck on radio silence for the past two weeks, so it's not like we could have asked them to bring reinforcements!" Handing the young man his rifle the senior officer looked towards the mine entrance. He beckoned his hand around the camp, where there were still bodies laid about and fires burning. "The brief is that these Faunus tried to pull a coup a few weeks back using those bugs. We used to have 50 guardsmen, but we were stuck having to coral 500 Faunus, and things went strait to hell once we started getting attacked by bugs. I'm suspecting White Fang involvement, cause it's always the White Fang when these animals act up. And we can't get far from the camp without getting eaten alive by those bugs either. Saw that explosion and let me tell you, that ain't enough. At best we got an hour before a new swarm shows up, and this time we don't have an electric fence to protect ourselves, no thanks to you." The officer pointed over towards the now destroyed generator off in the distance. He let out a deep sigh and pulled out a partially used cigar, lighting it with a match. He gave it a few buffs before his smoke joined the rest of the smog in the air. "I'm pretty sure someone in that mine is using their semblance or whatever to control those bugs. It's the only explanation why they've been attacking us with tactical precision. I'd have my men go and gun them all down, but this is the first time in the last two-weeks that we've been able to step foot outside out bunkers, whereas those Faunas largely had free-reign of the camp. I don't know what's down those mines, but I'm sure those monsters are ready for us, and we barely have enough ammo to use on them. So no, I can't give you a gun either. Or rather, feel free to pick one off the ground, cause there ain't enough bullets to pass around. As for taking them all out, if you can get one of those trucks here soon I'm sure we can rig the dust to collapse the mine. Assuming that the White Fang don't come later to dig them all out, that'll at least solve one of our problems."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly EDITED BECAUSE WOOPS A THING HAPPENED</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\|>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>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Grunting as he realized that the Faunus workers were speaking a language that he didn't recognize, Oswald watched the entrance to the mine, sighing in relief as a woman came out. When he got a better look at her, however, he nearly crushed the palm of his gauntlet, he was squeezing his hands so hard. Hearing the guardsman speak didn't help, either, and it was in the moment that he saw one of the guards aiming at the unarmed, mutilated, sobbing woman that he snapped. "You're right. A show of force won't work. So I'm going to try something different." First, he reached to his belt and detached his sword's scabbard, the weapon and its sheathe falling to the ground. Next, he undid his gauntlets, dropping the armor as well. After that, he lowered his shield to the ground and started unlacing his brigandine. After his weapons and armor were removed, Oswald took his cloak from his back and folded it over his arm, taking slow steps forward before turning back to face some of the guards. "Do not, under any circumstance, fire on these people. Marcus, as team leader, I will defer to you, but I do not think these people are a threat. I'm going to talk to them, and I'm going to fix this." It was obvious in his voice, his lifeless eyes, and his posture that he was both one hundred percent serious, and one hundred percent confident that he could, and would, keep that promise. Taking a deep breath, Oswald stepped forward, holding his arms out widely. Now, he was only wearing a white collared shirt, his pants, the greaves covering his legs, and a pair of boots. As he neared the two Faunus, he carefully took the note and sat down before reading it. So Diamond was right. That bastard set us up. More blood to shed...at least it will be the right blood this time. Lowering his head so that the pair could only see the top of his skull, Oswald spoke, slowly and loudly. "I'm sorry for what we've done to you. Had I known what was going on, I'd have put a stop to it much sooner. But I need to know something." Frowning as he raised his head, Oswald looked the man in the eyes. "What happened here? Is there anybody who can speak our language?"</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\|>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> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Joyride Black hair flowing in the breeze. The wind rushing against his face. The supremely content grin cast upon his visage. 15 minutes and 200 lien later, Luke Schwarz had obtained perhaps the finest bike he'd ever known. Metallic red paint, a sturdy suspension, the smoothest tires to ever grace the road or sidewalk... Perfect. Absolutely perfect! I couldn't have asked for a better vehicle if I was the richest man on earth! ... Well, maybe a car. But that's pushing it. Stopping at a crosswalk, he managed to remove himself from his adoration of his sweet new ride, the Road Racer Supreme, and plan his next move. That is, attempt to plan. It was too early for dinner, so that was out. What was the next thing on the list, again? He didn't have a real need to shop for anything else, considering he'd brought all his school supplies and such in when he first transferred, right before the mission... A weaponry shop caught his eye. He didn't need any upgrades yet as far as he knew, but... A little browsing couldn't hurt. Crossing the street with speed and smoothness unmatched by any lesser bike, he found a public rack nearby, activated the SmartLock, and, after a few moments of trepidation and suspicious glances at those around him, headed inside.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – Vale – In front of the Armor Store It had been long day for Vega. She traveled to Vale by taking the airship early in the morning, taking a trip of nothing but sightseeing. She had a great deal of fun with it taking many scenic pictures to post on her Insta for her followers. Already her scenic photo of the different places of Vale attracted likes and follows on her page, only increasing her presence on social media. She had gotten tired though of all the walking she had to do, and try to bypass every guy and girl that tried to come on to her because of the summery outfit she wore. Vega found a bench in front of an armor store. This is a good place to relax. Taking a glance of the store and seeing the figures of students inside, she then crossed her legs and began passing the time with her phone. This usually meant looking at photos on Instagram checking Facebook and Twitter. While looking at her phone, she held a pensive look. Sarina Tala Dei – SC – Beacon – SC Dorm As for Sarina, well she was tired to. Yesterday she had to rearrange the entire bedroom to accommodate Clair and the two future team members, if they do arrive. Also she assisted VGNB in setting up their rooms, including the furniture that came from their home and was burned out. Sarina lied down on the couch in front of the television watching sit-coms, reality shows at a low volume, until she fell asleep while the television played in the background.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale - Armour Store "I see very well I will take three of these plain white ones that channel dust than please." She stated as she went to her jacket pocked to fetch the required funds. Taking out the 450 lien she snapped her wallet closed and placed it back in the pocket moving forward to the counter she waited for the man to get her requested items than look into getting that hair cut finally. Looking back at Jack she spoke up "That is all I will probably need since the clothes will be ready tomorrow but I would like to thank you for escorting me this far. Though I guess if you wanna continue more we can but all I am doing after this is getting the haircut." She stated after all she did not want to be a burden for him despite everything.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Team MODE dorm Entering the Team MODE dorm room, Oswald chuckled at the sight of Emerald tangled up in the blankets, walking over to his belongings and picking out a decent set of clothes for the day on the town with Sapphire. Unlike Sapphire, however, his casual attire was nearly identical to what he wore under his combat gear- a white collared shirt and a pair of black pants. For a few moments, he considered taking his brigandine with him, but decided against it. He also spent a short while debating bringing his sword and dust, but again decided against it. His physique was enough to deter any random fight-starters, and failing that, he would easily be able to fight off all but another hunter-in-training. Deciding that he was ready, Oswald made his way to the door before pausing and turning to his teammate. "Hey, Emerald, going to shower, then go out on the town with Sapphire for a while." Making sure that he could get back into his room, Oswald grabbed his necessities and made his way to the showers.</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\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Don't go to sleep, Lauren." BASL's leader commented, shaking her shoulder lightly. He gave Amy a half smile that managed to be both sympathetic, and if he were perfectly honest, really amused at her predicament. "I'll see if I can get something requested. It's ridiculous that you've gone so long without a proper uniform." After glancing at the assorted reactions to the idea of calculus, ranging from dismayed to apathetic, he gave a wider grin. "Anyone here done Calculus before?"</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Ermph." Lauren huffed and crossed her arms over her midriff. "Yeah, yeah. I'm awake. Hope you're happy." And he clearly was happy. Just looking at the dumb grin on her team leader's face as the reactions to calculus sank in around them was...grrrrrr. "If you start charging us for answers, I'll kill you and make her leader in your place, IsweartahGod."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Pre-Class "Ah." Luke said, not answering the rhetorical question that followed with anything more than a nod. So it was the fifty-fifty thing. Alright. Turning back to Amy, he winced in sympathy. That was terrible luck, by anyone's metric, and not to mention, it was also embarrassing! He'd die if he got a girl's uniform instead of a guy's! ... Well... No. I don't have any use for the skirt or blouse, not even the stockings! Even panties would lose their allure if not previously owned by someone! Focus, man! "That's rough. But at least you have a good explanation, so you won't get in trouble until it's resolved, right?" he asked, leaning one elbow onto the desk.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Have a little faith, Negasi. I've done the basics. And I'll make an effort to do the homework." Ben commented, leaning back further in his seat and resting his bag against his chair. Hypocritical as it was, he really wanted to sleep... Temperature was nice, the background noise was pleasant and he was tired. And then he forced himself to open his eyes all the way, shaking his head slowly." "Be really nice if this lesson was somehow louder, though."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - INCOMING! "Late! Late! Late!" A sharp 90 degree turn. "I'm gonna be late!" He practically ripped up the floor, leaving a 'Shiro mark' gouge. "I'm so late!" He barreled through the threshold of Math class. "I'm gonna be marked tardy!" Going from 100 back down to 0 was no easy task. "Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!" He couldn't really contain his fervor enough to slow down. "Headmaster Ozpin's gonna expel me!" Too distracted. "I'm gonna be expelled from Beacon for being absent!" Unrealistic, to be sure. But not in his mind. "But worst of all, Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!" He couldn't hit the brakes hard enough. "She's gonna yell at me!" So the result? Well, anyone's immediate guess would've been correct. The panicked, frantic tiger boy tripped over his own clumsy feet. In a white flurry, cacophonous racket he rolled and slammed into a group of unoccupied desks, chairs, and tables. Demolishing a section of the class and getting tangled within the mess. After the dust settled, Shiro coughed and shook the stars from his vision. Poking his head out of the wreckage, he looked around at the students who actually had good time management in a moment of silence. Breathless and chest heaving as he panted, "U-uh...D-did I make it? I-I'm not late am I?" Weight shifted and the mass of destroyed classroom in which he was in the middle of set off another destructive crash, burying him. "Oop!" A errant textbook from someone's bag solidly whacked him on the back of the head. Dazed and confused, Shiro was down for the count. His vision spinning as a riot-drunken Scoot on the sidelines managed to stumble away from the train wreck that was Shiro.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Good Thing I Have Two of These "Uh..." Luke began eloquently, breaking the brief stunned silence that had followed the tiger faunus's tumultuous entrance and checking his right (digital, and easy to read) watch. About a minute and a half to go, actually. "You're good, Shiro. Try taking it easy." he finished, flashing a quick thumbs up to the boy who, only minutes ago, he had just been in what had felt like mortal combat with. Hefting his bag onto the desk, Luke fished out a green spiral, freshly bought from a local convenience store a week prior and, until now, untainted and unmarred by graphite.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- What the fuck, guys? Oswald strolled into the classroom, scowl evident on his face as he passed Shiro's body sprawled on the ground. All he could do was look at Sapphire and roll his eyes. She'd get his meaning. Sitting down at a desk, Oswald sighed and looked at the board. This was going to be horrible. Apparently they were doing math that normal people thought was hard. For Oswald, that meant he was in for a second class of torture, in addition to his Computers class. In short, he was doomed. At least he always did well in Combat class. At this rate, that and Survival were going to be the only way he made it through this damned school.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Looking For Math Class "Bet you didn't Ci an-ything like that happening. How does it feel having terrorized half of this year's freshmen and getting a terrible grade on the first group project. Really not a people person are you?" A voice prodded at Gratia's side, said voice of course belonging to none other than Napoli Fiordilatte, Gratia's ever supportive teammate. While his own match may have been a bundle of rudeness and required next to no effort on his part (apparently Beacon's students were both rude and reckless), at least he had gotten full marks. Gratia had been screwed over by a stingy professor and prudent partner. The nature of the situation amused Napoli to no end. "That said I'm amazed by this gathering you've somehow acquired." Vignoble's sniper gestured towards the assortment of hunters locked in banter around Gratia. Granted, it seemed none of them were addressing Gratia at the moment, but Napoli did realize he had to do his duty as a hunter in training. Warning young men and women of the dangers ahead of them was the job of any stalwart hunter. "Greetings," Napoli bowed to the gathering, which of course created an amusing sight of the hunter walking backwards while bowing down with a flourish. "My name is Napoli Fiordilatte, sniper and duelist of Team Vignoble, it is my pleasure to make the acquaintance of such wonderful Signors and Signorinas. Well, wonderful might be relative, but then again, you are next to Gratia so you're bound to at least appear spectacular." Napoli jested, much to the annoyance of his teammate. "Of course now that such wonderful introductions are out of the way, I suppose I should do my duty and warn you all of the danger that is Gratia Mindaro here. Simply put, my teammate is a bit of a bitch. Thus I'd advise keeping your distance, for some might even say she's not very Gratiaous. If you all have any questions, I'm here all week." Napoli finished, with a final mocking grin flashed Gratia's way for but an instant.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Math Class Sapphire walked into the class and took a seat in the row above Team BASL. Sapphire was not a mathematician but she could follow along with the teacher well enough and as long as she paid attention the lessens made an impression. Actually doing the homework was another matter but that was for a different time. Sapphire couldn't help but listen in on BASL's conversation. She always listened to everything she could. It might have been a byproduct of being sometimes blind or just a result of her father's training. Regardless when Emerald asked which parent the team thought she took after, obviously in rhetoric, Sapphire could help but speak. "You're mother evidently. Hawk faunus generally have their wits about them." It wasn't that Sapphire particularly disliked Emerald but the azure haired girl was annoyed by how bubbly the cat faunus was. It did nothing to improve her bad mood. Moments later Shiro came barreling into the room spouting nonsense about being expelled and being late shattering desks right and left. Sapphire's herself hadn't been hit by flying desks but there was such a pile of them that she could no longer see the board. Sapphire gathered up her stuff and went to sit with Oswald who had just arrived. As she walked she said to the class. "Somebody call the nurses, Shiro happened again. Shouldn't we really just keep them on standby for him. Would save everyone some time." Sapphire set her books down next to Oswald and sat down. As Napoli strode into the room and made his speech Sapphire had just about had it. With him, with Shiro, with this whole damned day. "Yes Napoli we get it, you're a pompous idiot with a silver spoon stuck so far up your ass you can't sit down properly. Now will you please pick up a desk and pay attention to the teacher."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Beacon of Social Activity (GET IT) ... "Eh?" A regular paragon of eloquence, to the point where even the sarcastic jokes about it were stale and long overdue for some cycling out, Luke's head tilted off the center line for a moment, further obscuring that rarely-visible left eye of his beneath his bangs. He blinked once. "Er, nice to meet you too, Napoli Fiordilatte." he continued, still somewhat taken aback by the brazen insults the Vignobleman slung the way of his own teammate. "I'm Luke Schwarz, from team..." JCML... How does that even-- "...Inimical. I guess you could call me the group's close-quarters guy. Everyone here's been pretty nice, so don't worry about them." He countered, glancing the way of the Mistralese Huntress. "And while I appreciate the warning, Miss Mindaro doesn't seem too bad."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren fought down the urge to wince and breathed through her nose instead at the biting retort to the guy whose rap sheet was full of more puns than any real wrong doings or ill intent. Then...making fun of a kid who tripped? Really? No chill at all. "Some of us are trying to recuperate, yo. And hoping against hope that we can pick up on one concept out of five in this calc class before the semester ends. Could you maybe take your own advice? You giving him a hard time is just as loud as any other unhappy accident goin' on in the room."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Under his skin As much as Oswald appreciated Sapphire's commentary on Shiro and...the frustratingly verbose Napoli, he was a bit annoyed by her treatment of Emerald. It reminded him of her conversation with Diamond about having to fight other people. He gave Emerald a sad half-smile and turned to his neighbor and whispered softly to her. "Sapphire. Let's not tick off the one guy capable of talking us to death. I have no idea how he can manage to spew so much shit without choking on it." Chuckling silently, he shook his head and looked back to the front of the class.</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\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia and Sarina Tala Dei - Beacon Vega stepped out of a VTOL, "Gratias tibi ago" ("Thank you") as she looked at the male pilot over her shoulder bearing the lettered insignia on his shoulder VNC. "Haud forsit." ("No problem"). "Sumus semper pro vobis." (We are always here for you). The VTOL aircraft took off. Vega then walked towards Beacon, entering inside to see Sarina reclining on a wall looking straight at her. Sarina looked tired, weary, but always looking spiffy. "Quomodo poterat?"("How was it") ""Erat aptos mane. Non me quaerere , nimis impares notabilis incoepit cum amicis qui viderint te in conspectu tuo in ponantur Vale." ("It was a somber morning. I didn't try to make myself noticeable since it would be too odd to reappear in front of your relatives and friends who know you are supposed to be in Vale.") "Atqui uideo. Ne tradas me retineo. Nolo enim cogitare quid ad me ... bene eveniat quinquaginta sentio habere puta saltas dimidio sanguine." ("I see. Do not give me the details. I don't want to think about it since it may happen to me or to you…well you have fifty percent chance of having it since you're a half-blood.") Vega nodded in agreement. "... Alioqui quid ad te?" (Anyway…what happened to you?) "Ego et Clair habuit missio ut percutiat animam sanguinis Ogdoad sita in saltu Smaragdus. Tantum est ut etiam ad spectaculum membrana..." (I and Clair had a mission to kill an Ogdoad located in the Emerald Forest. Only thing is that it was also filmed for a show...) as Sarina made annoyed hmph. "Proiectura autem Im 'iens esse ... "("Now I'm going to be on projection…") making an angry sigh. "Quod si rem a me cave ne praetoriae repraesentabant modum te praetorium . Alioqui quomodo interficiunt Ogdoad?!" (That's the reality of being a Praetorian though I'm sure you represented yourself in the manner of a Praetorian. Anyway, how did you kill the Ogdoad?!) "Ut breviter consilium caedis initium non tunc procedit et ad Blastum intulimus discerpere possit." ("To make it short, our original plan for killing it did not go through but then we brought the Ogdoad down and teare it up") Sarina making a conceited smile. She then got off from the wall and started walking within Beacon with Vega. Vega made a small laugh. "Clair me impressa. Ea pugna par ingenio sunt in aliquo molestaretur antiquior devolvitur deficiente autem in Academiarum. Et simile studium cum telo licet multum adhuc non novi. Et utroque modo potest habere consortem pugnam." ("Clair impressed me. Her fighting abilities are on par with any other senior in one of the academies. Her semblance and her weapon are interesting though I have not seen much of it yet. Either way, I have partner that can fight.") "Quod est bonum audire. Per viam quando VGNB adepto a officium" ("That is good to hear. By the way when will VGNB get a mission?") "Quaeram Ozpin circummunire instituit. ... Etiam Goodwitch te purgavit super genus pugnae pro hodie et sustulerunt reliquias fragmentorum vestri math opus. Suus ' in cubiculum tuum." ("I will ask Ozpin about it. Also…Goodwitch cleared you on your combat class for today and I picked up your math work. It's in your room.") "Deo gratias. Gaudeo itinere cum cognovissent quia conprehensus est reversus est." ("Thanks. I'm glad though they understood that my trip back home was important.") A period of silence occurred for the two cousins until something ticked off into Vega's mind. It was important info Sarina would like to know. The two had then arrived in front of the Math class; the two reclined on wall looking directly of the math class. If one was in the math class, they could faintly hear someone speaking outside "Dixit mihi Thanilios SRD aliud quaerit quam petistis contactus membrorum familiae animae. Sed ista omnia alia Dei sui non patiuntur, putant esse remedium adhibere modum forte prospicere singularis animus. Ive'coepit nuper hodie. Quod omnis notitia habeo." ("Thanilios told me that SRD is trying something different in which they have asked several members of the family to contact their soul. It's a different but since all Dei's are afflicted by it, they think that perhaps the way to find a solution is to look into the individual soul. They've recently started today. That is all the information I have.") Sarina looked to her side and nodded at Vega. Hm…the individual soul. "Et tu ad Mathematica Class?" ("So are you going to enter Mathematics Class?") "Nequaquam ita fiat, ut suus ' forsit iens ut primum exspectabo Gratia super caput meum et antequam Napoli deinde genus." ("No, it's probably going to be over soon so I will wait for Gratia and Napoli before I head to my next class.") The pair then went into small talk.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Slow and steady was the gameplan today. Tuning out those around him and attuning his focus wholly to the math, Abel worked through the assignment with a stalwart precision, not as fast or as effective as others perhaps, but acceptable nonetheless. Whenever he hit a snag, he made sure to avoid becoming impatient, and would try a problem over from the beginning rather than trying to make work something he may have very well messed up. It was serving him decently well as the hour dragged on, but toward the latter half of instruction, his mental shield was breached by the sound of music, low now but increasing in volume by the minute. Abel cast an irritated glance around the room, frowning at the students in the area from where the music seemed to be emanating. He did not, however, spot a scroll, mPod, or any other device capable of playing such a tune. It was several more minutes, in fact, when the music had risen enough to almost completely demolish any semblance of productivity, that Abel realized that the music came not from within, but without. "Come, come, come to me I'm hanging by a single thread Come to me and save my life I can't love you when I'm dead Not the least annoyed among the individuals in the class was Professor Fullbuster. After tweaking his mustache in consternation, he said to the class, "How strange. None of the other classes could be responsible for this. Someone must be outside the building." He pressed a few buttons on his watch. By now, the beat of the projected song was beginning to shake the building itself. After his watch had been set to 'weapon' mode, Algernon Fullbuster made haste out of the class, leaving the door open. With nothing being said about staying put, a few of the more inquisitive students in the class abandoned their arithmetic to see what the fuss was about. At the forefront of this movement was an all-girl team, led by a speedy girl in red, and their curious eagerness broke the ice for some of the others to join the crowd heading out, Abel among them. Smoothing down his superb blue jacket, Abel hurried along, trying to resist the urge to put his hands over his ears. The source of the sound was leading the people toward the school's rear entrance, and as they grew nearer, it grew louder, enough to rattle the stately glass windows of Beacon.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Math Class and Beyond As Professor Fullbuster exited the class to investigate the source of the music Sapphire took a look around the room. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of point in staying in the class. She'd finished her work, and without a teacher there seemed very little chance of very assigned more. Sapphire put the half finished schematic for the device she was working on in her binder before packing the rest of her things up and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Oswald let's go check that out." she said motioning for him to join her. Sapphire was not of course the only student to have this idea, there were several others bored with the prospect of math and more than willing to see what was causing the disturbance in classes. Chief among them an all girls team Sapphire didn't recognize and following swiftly behind was Abel. Sapphire followed out after them slipping to the front of the group so she could see what was going on as clearly as possible. As they got closer and the sound of music became unbearable Sapphire pulled a pair of ear plugs out of her bag and pushed them into her ears. They weren't exactly perfect and she could still feel the beat of the obnoxiously loud music blasting in this part of the school but the plugs had been designed to block out gunshots during target practice and combat (even if Sapphire rarely used them thus) so she was spared the majority of the sound. As they got closer and closer Sapphire found herself eagerly anticipating whatever it was even if it was most likely a student prank.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- Math Class-Outside Cobalt was practically falling asleep when the music hit and Professor Fullbuster left the room. He saw everyone leaving, led by some all girl team. He recognized them from about a month ago before he transferred, they were battling some giant robot near his neighborhood. Strange, but not as strange as the music. He decided to get up and follow everyone to where the music was coming from. He gathered up his stuff and left his work with his name on the teachers desk. Just because they were ditching didn't mean they couldn't turn in their work after all. He passed by Emerald's desk and looked at her. "Hey, wanna go check out that crazy music?" He asked as loudly as he could so he could be heard over said music.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia and Sarina Tala Dei "Quod non insonuerit vox." ("That does not sound right.") "Musica" ("The music?") "Minaces verba et aedificare ad crepitantibus. Im 'iens ut reprehendo eam. Iam Fullbuster paucisque aliis studentibus . Is vires exsisto ludio ludius per fasciculum sed, ut facinore incredulus sum." ("Ominous words and building is rattling to. I'm going to check it out. Fullbuster and a few other students already left. It might be a prank being played by a bunch of students but I'm skeptical.") With that Sarina headed off, looking back over her shoulder, "You should get Napoli and Gratia for this" making a brisk pace towards the source of the music. Vega entered into the Math class, seeing other students. A scan around the room, she saw her teammates. She walked over to the aisle they were sitting at, "I'm back from my short trip back from the homeland. Let's check out the source of this ominous music" Vega said to Gratia and Napoli.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Critical Failure Once again, Oswald found himself overwhelmed by the level of math that they were expected to do. This stuff looked like specialized knowledge, rather than part of a general knowledge base. He was a Huntsman, all he really did was slash things and help people. Sure, he could understand learning history, but math? Especially this level of math?! It was absurd. So Oswald's mind did the most logical thing in the face of absurdity: shut down. His shoulder slumped, his eyes turned hollow and blank, and his mouth hung ever so slightly open in total confusion. He stayed like that until he heard the music, and more importantly, Sapphire saying his name as she made her way out of the classroom, motioning for him to follow. More than happy to abandon this evil work, Oswald followed after her. As she pulled out a set of ear plugs, Oswald's eyebrow raised. I keep my ear protection in my locker with my other stuff. Damn school making us wear these uniforms instead of our combat gear. Though we do stink to high hell after a good fight, so...maybe that's not such a bad thing.</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\|>Delta Snow En route to Beacon - Imperfect and Incomplete Delta had slept on many surfaces in the duration of his life. Rocks, trees, the cold hard ground, the majority of which would make clean freaks keel over from shock. The sorry excuse for seating within the Atlesian dropship would have to be tallied as more on the comfortable side, as the spontaneous plastic lining did provide a somewhat satisfactory pillow. Having such a flexible perk came into use very often, because of it the boy always had adequate sleep for the day to come. At least, that would have been the case, if somebody hadn't turned up what should have been faint music in his headphones. It was a miracle that he was able to indulge himself in such a hobby, it just took a few pleas to his father that rhythm helped him concentrate. Instead of sitting upright out of surprise, he merely opened his eyes at a lethargic pace and peered down to where he left his mPod before sleep overtook him. Sitting on his chest next to the device was none other than Eve, whose stubby appendages were pressed against the volume buttons. Delta raised an eyebrow at the miniscule familiar, expecting a reason for intruding upon his rest. "Ah, you're finally awake. Pilot said we're almost there, gather your belongings." Eve quickly said before jumping off of the young soldier's chest, then took another leap onto one of his suitcases. There wasn't exactly much to gather in the first place. Just a rolling bag for his personal belongings and a metal case, approximately five feet in length, which contained his weapons and dust supplies. His eyes glossed over his luggage and made their way onto the man across from him, who was currently pecking away at his scroll. It was rare to see Jerome in casual attire, usually he was religiously sporting the white uniform all soldiers were required to wear. Jerome was many things. He was a husband, a father, a commissioned officer, an endearing soul in a world enveloped by an unbalanced concoction of serenity and distraught. Already on the latter half of his life, the man issued wisdom as much as he did with orders, he might even be considered a role model in Delta's book. The man perked up as soon as he realized that his subordinate was awake, "Oh, morning kiddo. Sorry, was just reading over a few reports…" The man got to his feet, in response Delta flew out of his slump and got to attention at a cursory pace, with a broadened salute. Jerome placed a light grip on the teen's shoulder, "At ease. It's not like we're going to another base or anything. It's a big day, have to start getting out of that whole mindset. I don't want to hear from your teachers that you suddenly started saluting them at the start of every class." The man chuckled while the boy allowed his arm to hang loosely at his side, yet he still retained the same posture. "Is that really alri-" Jerome held up a hand, cutting the boy off mid-sentence, "You've been deprived of your childhood. This is the least we can do for you. You got a whole life of opportunity ahead of you. Don't squander it." As he said this, he motioned to one of the dropship's windows. Delta traced his hand and paced his way over to the thick pane of glass. He was almost uncertain in completely looking out the pane, but the sense of unknowing took over and guided his gaze to the world outside. There it was. Beacon Academy. Luckily, the dropship was an unarmed variant, or a few heads would have been turned at the sight of an aircraft equipped with gatling guns. From there, the page was finally turned. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Delta set down his case and turned to face the front of the aircraft. He could see Jerome and the pilot through the glass. His first instinct was to salute, but he suddenly paused in the midst of the motion. He glanced at his partially bent arm then at his comrades in the cockpit. Rather than completing the angle, Delta straightened out his arm and held it highly, then rotated his hand so his palm was facing the ship. The boy proceeded to move his raised arm back and forth in minute increments. Even though the glass was translucent, he was still able to make out Jerome's smile. He continued to wave farewell as the ship gradually gained altitude, all the while zephyrs grazed his face and flung his hat's straps, then veered off onto its course. Delta looked down at Eve, which returned his gaze from the pouch, "Looks like you've grown a bit, Delta." The boy stared at his familiar for a few seconds before he picked up his case and rolled along his bag, "Wonder what's with that loud music? Was there a festival on today's agenda?" Basically, Delta was traversing unknown territory. He didn't know what was in store in an academy of Vale, he couldn't help but to be left in awe at every sight and sound. What caught his eye the most was the renowned tower looming over the whole campus, a sign of modernization which still held onto its origins. Eve shook its head and let out a yawn. "Lots of students as well…" Delta was unsure whether he should strike up a conversation with one, or maybe even ask for directions. "We'll stop by the dorms later, might as well see the campus." He was kind of hoping somebody would come to pick him up, even though he was issued instructions prior to his arrival, he was lost in the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dormitories ==> Beacon Roofs The thing that surprised Sapphire most was Shiro's complete lack of reaction to almost being impaled. It was pretty clear that he'd knew she'd seen the pill bottle. There was a certain look in his eye that worried her: desperation. It was pretty easy for her to judge people's characters and while Shiro may have been a huntsman in training aside from his destructive tendencies he was not a violent person. However desperation through anything Sapphire could ever learn about a person into chaos, back a desperate man into a corner and he could very well do anything to escape. While Sapphire herself was the one in the literal corner it was pretty clear that Shiro felt just as trapped by her knowledge of his medication. He took a step towards her, then another his strips burned into existence over his fur. Sapphire had seen those before, in the ring. As far as she could tell they served no functional purpose but they signified one thing: Battle mode. The girl in blue became uncomfortably aware that Shiro's standard combat weapons were still strapped to his back from the morning's classes while hers with the exception of the anelaces, one of which was buried in the wall Sapphire's weapons where in the school weapons lockers. He wouldn't attack her would her? She felt confident in that fact... then again they'd never been on the best of terms. Despite what she might have thought of him Sapphire's mind began computing scenarios lightning fast. Sapphire was a fairly adept hand to hand fighter. She could take most people without weapons, but then again Shiro was not most people. He was a faunus, he had superior strength and while she had faith that she could match or more than likely exceed his speed there didn't seem to be anywhere to run. The look in his eyes was tortured and fierce, like he was battling with himself, or else he was having psychotic episode which those meds where meant to prevent. In her mind Sapphire planned. She'd kick him in the nuts and draw he remaining weapon. She'd strike his face with the handle which would sufficiently stun him to allow her to make her escape. The sword and shield on his back where not suited to this enclosed space. She's escape though the window, she'd already proved that the building was easily climbed and the uncoordinated Shiro would have difficulty following. Before any of that became necessary however Shiro seemed to give up. His strips vanished and his ears flattened. He retrieved his pills and exited the bathroom without a word. Not wanting to tempt fate again Sapphire waited for him to leave before leaving the bathroom. Now knowing surely that she needed to talk to him about those pills, preferably in a public place, Sapphire decided to let the matter rest. Her escape plan had given her an idea however. The roofs of the Beacon buildings were all connected for those that could climb decently, long as you weren't trying to get to Ozpin's office. She could get a birds eye view of wherever the music was coming from and likely make it back to Oswald faster. She looked at the window for a moment before climbing over the sill and onto the outer wall. It was not the easiest climb in the world but Sapphire had done more difficult things. The dormatories where only three stories high and she'd started on the second level. Once she made it onto the roof everything became much simpler, from this position she was able to navigate onto taller buildings in the immediate vicinity without too much trouble. The tiles did not offer the best grip but Sapphire's boots had been designed to compensate for such things. She moved over the roofs like an experienced thief. It wasn't long before she found the crowd that was moving towards the music. They were apparent even from several stories up. Sapphire circled round the to the building above the crowd. After several minutes of looking she finally spotted Oswald. Given he was wearing the same thing as everyone else it was difficult to pick him out. Luckily Sapphire remembered he'd been standing next to Diamond who even in uniform kept her trade mark hat. The black hat contrasted sharply with the surrounding hair colors. Knowing her voice wouldn't travel to the ground or penetrate the music Sapphire instead sent him a text on her scroll.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Fancy seeing you up here. Here for the concert or do you just like the view?" Gren had been on the same roof that Sapphire was on, though he was rather surprised that she was able to get up here. The walls were hardly suited for climbing and Sapphire didn't seem the type to deface school property by using her daggers as climbing tools. Did she have a power similar to him? He put those thoughts aside as he walked up to his team leader. The two shared the same view of the crowd gathered below. Gren could pick out a few people among the crowd, but none of them seemed to be the source of music. Which still begged to question what was causing such a ruckus. He turned to Sapphire wondering if she knew anything about this. "I don't suppose you have any idea what this is all about, Rode?" While he was up here it also occurred to him that if Shiro was going to give Gren his headphones, he'd need to find him wouldn't he? Gren sent Shiro another message in the event that he has obtained his headphones by now. And unknown to Gren, their little team pet Scoot had been hitching a ride in Gren's bag. It had a plentiful enough space for the small creature, and for some reason or another it's telepathic semblance had some difficulty speaking to Gren's mind. It started to weasel out however when it smelled Sapphire near by and sent her a message. "Loud! Fun?"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Anime Shenanigans Wondering what was taking Sapphire so long, Oswald cocked his head to the side as his Scroll vibrated against his leg. Pulling the offending object from his pocket, Oswald was a bit surprised to see a message from the object of his inquiries. Greetings? Really? Whatever. Looking up at the roofs, Oswald only noticed Sapphire's figure after a few moments of searching. He was...frankly, bewildered. Her Semblance certainly hadn't allowed her to get up there. Was she really that agile? "Color me impressed, the other gem managed to find a good vantage point! I'll head up first, if ya really want I can bring you up, but I don't think teleportation would work well with your stomach!" Nodding at his teammates, Oswald looked back to Sapphire and took a moment to think. Could he make it? The girl was only a few stories up. He was worried that his Semblance would wonk out and leave him somewhere other than his intended target, though. While he understood most of the limits, this was a situation he couldn't be positive about the results of. Throwing caution to the wind, Oswald focused on a spot just next to Sapphire, right on the edge of the roof, and suddenly his entire view of the world shifted. He was now on the roof. Stepping forward to make sure he didn't plummet to his doom, Oswald looked between Gren and Sapphire. "Team meeting?"</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\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Outskirts of Beacon Sapphire rather resented being called mean by Oswald but now was not exactly the time to argue over barbs thrown. Besides he hadn't really meant it to insult her, he was trying to cheer up the other boy who it appeared was a lot more fragile than he looked give that now he looked close to tears. He likely would have cried if the situation weren't so urgent. When he snapped at her that he wasn't an expert in carrying dying people Sapphire rolled her eyes as she and Professor Fullbuster took the dying boy from him. "Isn't that sort of a necessity in this line of work?" She didn't wait around for an answer, it was instinctive for her to get the last word but right now they didn't have time for anything like that. Sapphire tried to keep the boy's legs and lower back as straight as possible while Professor Fullbuster kept his head steady and tried to keep his shoulders and chest as stable as was possible for an older man and teenage girl running the boy through the corridors of Beacon. Sapphire cringed at how bad a job she was doing. It was a lot better than what Cobalt had been doing but it still wasn't optimal. She really wished they had a gurney or at the very least a very long board. That wasn't really important right now though, right this moment this kid needed the infirmary desperately and it was up to Sapphire to make sure he got there. The girl in blue was injured often enough that she knew the way. As they rushed the boy through the corridors Cobalt and Oswald opening the doors students scattered out of there way. Sapphire just wished they could go faster. This boy could have a week left in him or ten seconds, they would have no way of knowing until the nurse took a look at him. When they burst through the infirmary doors the nurse came out to see what the commotion was. She stopped dead at seeing what had been brought in for her to deal with. Sapphire and Fullbuster laid the kid on a bed as the nurse called the rest of Beacon's medical team and started to do a examination to see exactly what was wrong with him. Fullbuster stayed by her side explaining the situation. Sapphire thought it best to give them some room and retreated to where Oswald and Cobalt where standing by the door. Something had been bothering her since seeing the boys face. Not any of the obvious things that would bother people when seeing a face like that. Sapphire took that kind of thing in her stride. No, it was something she couldn't quite place her finger on. She needed to say something about to just to make sure someone else knew. Maybe it would help her remember. "That word," she said to the two boys present. "The one tattooed on his face. EMBODIMENT. I could swear I've seen it somewhere before..." She trailed off. "I don't suppose either of you have an idea what I'm talking about?" If she were to ask anyone it should be her team, they knew a lot more about where she went and what she did than most people on campus. Ever so slightly more anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Outside of Infirmary Cobalt sighed in relief as the boy made it to the infirmary. Cobalt did the best he could, he just hoped it was enough. He closed the door he had practically thrown open and looked at Oswald. "We did good right?" He was questioning himself more than anything, he just hoped the kid would be okay. He looked at Sapphire and began thinking. "The dictionary definition of an EMBODIMENT is a tangible or visible form of an idea, quality, or feeling." He thought about the boy and all of his injuries. "Perhaps the boy was some sort of scapegoat and was being tortured." It sounded bad but he had to consider every possibility. He pulled out his Scroll just to make sure he had the definition correct and he did. He did a bit of searching to see if anyone else had this boys exact injuries but he couldn't find anything. "I don't know, do you have any ideas Oswald?" Cobalt asked as he put away his Scroll.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-Outside the Infirmary Sighing in relief as the job was done, Oswald took a look at his new leader and nodded. "Yeah. Honestly, he'll probably be fine. The procedures Sapphire mentioned are a standard because internal trauma is usually impossible for an immediate responder to assess, so you transport the person with as little movement as possible to avoid worsening their injuries. With that kid, though, he really just looked..." Oswald's face hardened visibly as his teeth ground against one another. For a brief moment, the air around him shimmered as his Aura flared in anger. Tendrils of darkness snaked around his arms and legs for a moment before retreating and dissipating. "This is fucking barbaric. We didn't even do this to that...."Uttering a growl of disgust, Oswald turned away from Sapphire and Cobalt for a moment. "This is sick. I can't...who would do that?" With his breathing slowing and his anger slowly turning into disgust, Oswald remembered something Sapphire had told him. "Sapphire. Your mission. That guy who was...experimenting on people. Do you think...could he have done this?" The idea was absolutely abhorrent, but he knew people could be truly sickening.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken I'm not making a promise that I probably won't be able to keep The words ran through the faunus' mind as she dutifully followed behind her teammate. The wheels on her suitcase rumbled quietly against the paved walkway, the odd small stone occasionally getting in the way and breaking through the dull note. Beryl had never known Gratia all that well. Their personalities did not exactly mesh well after all. However, now that they were on the same team the black haired girl figured that she should at least try to get along with Gratia. "Sooooo, who else else is on VGNB?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Just outside the Infirmary Sapphire rolled her eyes as Cobalt gave her the dictionary definition of Embodiment. Of course she knew what it meant, what did he think she was an idiot. That was not the problem here. The problem was where she'd seen it before. She felt certain it was another tattoo, on someone... her instincts told her brown hair but she couldn't place exactly what she was thinking of. Oswald tried to reassure Cobalt that he what Sapphire had said in the courtyard was not about him, it was simply good operating procedure. Of course Oswald was right, it hadn't looked like the boy had broken bones or internal bleeding, he'd just looked utterly worn out. To the point of complete exhaustion. Then again for all they knew he'd had three broken ribs and was hemorrhaging. It was better to play it safe. The reassurance sort of lost its effectiveness halfway through as Oswald broke down. He wasn't wrong either, what had happened to the boy was barbaric and it was sick but pronouncing those to the corridor wouldn't do anyone any good. Sapphire was taken completely by surprise when Oswald asked about Pops. It was certainly possible, the bear faunus definitely possessed the medical knowledge to do what had been done to the boy. Then again simple stitches were not difficult to do, especially if you didn't care about the health of the patient. It couldn't be said for certain that the boy's attacker had been a practiced surgeon, he could just as easily have been a butcher with a needle and thread. "I don't think so. Pops was altruistic and extremely naive. He saw what he was doing as the work of the ancients. If something had gone wrong with one of his experiments he'd more likely treat the injured than sew there mouths shut and dump them in the wilderness. I doubt Pops is..." Sapphire trailed off as something stirred in her memory. Right before she'd battled Pops (and lost miserably) there was that girl, a coyote faunus and... Sapphire struggled to remember her face. Yes, curved around the outline of her eye, the word Embodiment just as stark and clear as on the boy's face. That day had been a whirlwind of adrenaline, fighting and hiding. It wasn't surprising that Sapphire was a bit hazy on the details. "I don't think it was Pops. He didn't seem like the sort but I remember now. One of his test subjects, a girl, Sienna I think her name was. She had the same tattoo as that kid, curved under her eye" Sapphire drew her finger over the area marking it for the other two. "But definitely the same tattoo. She wasn't on the island when the emergency services made it out there either. But she had a speed semblance so I just assumed she made it off okay. You think there's a connection?"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Towards the Dorms "Vega Venetia and Napoli Fiordilatte," she rattled off without missing a single beat, her purposeful stride continuing to carry her towards the dormitories where Team VGNB would be staying for the duration of their time at Beacon Academy. Her tone was restrained and flat, the former somewhat surprising when the subject matter included the irksome fool that was her cheese-eating acquaintance. "They are currently in the middle of class." She stopped, the pit-pattering of her shoes against the floor fading away into the air as they arrived before the doors to the dormitory. Gratia reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it slightly clockwise and pushing open the wooden gate with a light click. This was where she and the rest of Vignoble would be staying, now joined by the Otter faunus standing behind her. Bianca's scent ... the smell of feathers ... that was still present, but she knew that their previous member was already heading back to Mistral for family business, leaving them with a new teammate who she was only barely familiar with. "Leave your things here," continued the Mistralese Huntress. "Will you be attending class immediately?"</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta - Just outside the Infirmary Cobalt nodded as he absorbed the information given. He knew how to carry and injured person now, this was useful knowledge. He saw Sapphire roll her eyes and frowned. There was no need to be nasty, he was establishing information in order to figure out what was going on. However it seemed as if he was missing something as they started talking about some guy named Pops. "Mind filling me in on this Pops? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." He asked politely as he looked towards the infirmary. The kid would tell them everything that happened to him, so maybe it was pointless to be speculating like this. Then again, maybe the kid wouldn't make it. That was a worrying thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-Outside the Infirmary "I've seen people with good intentions do a hell of a lot worse than...that...believe it or not. But that's not really our problem. I think there's a connection, but you should check with Ozpin. Report on the situation, what you saw at that facility, and let him put it together. I'm sure there's a hundred variables we have no idea about." His chest was still pounding like a drum, but Oswald was at least a bit more calm than he had been a moment ago. "This is probably something well above our level. Nonetheless, I'd love to get the chance to break some skulls if we ever figure out where the psycho who did this is. Give them a little taste of karmic justice. Just a taste, though." Opening and closing his fists, Oswald fidgeted uneasily as he tried to push the mental image from his head of the kid.</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\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- History Class Cobalt put down his hand as the bell rang and he got out of his chair. He pushed it in, gathered up his stuff quickly, and left the room. He looked at Oswald before he left the room and motioned for Oswald to follow him. They had a few things to discuss regarding the team and where he stood within it.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy nodded, the throbbing in her head finally receding, granting her enough control over her semblance to force it back down to its absolute minimum level. She pulled the headphones off of her head, muttering a pained "thank you", standing slowly, waiting for her feathers to go back down of their own accord-at the level of fluster she was, they'd likely just spring back up again if she smoothed them. "C-can we get someplace else or find something that'll actually block sound? I don't know what a migraine feels like but that was damn close..." She winced again, closing her eyes tightly. "Silence would be really, really nice right about now."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops > Class "Let's make a pact..." An unfamiliar voice resonated within memory, causing Shiro to frown in confusion. Shaking his head, he dismissed it. Shiro started to grin, but quickly frowned again when he took Abel's 'psycho' comment the wrong way. "Hey! I'm not psycho...!" He puffed his cheeks out and pouted, but any insult taken dissolved away and he donned his usual bright grin. Looking to Gren, he presented his gloved fist to the two of them. "Deal on going out to eat as a team! I don't know about noodles, but pile enough meat on it and I'll eat it!" He chuckled, thumbing his nose. Ears perking, he pointed a finger at the sky as his team leader came to mind as an afterthought. "Ah, but let's not leave out Sapphire on this bro fest. We'll drag her out to eat if we have to, no excuses! Tee hee..." Math Class > History Class Sighing as he slumped into his seat in History Class, he pulled out the assignment given previously by Professor Fullbuster as homework. Leafing through the papers to skim through what was on the agenda after the day was over, his ears slowly flattened. Depressed, he scoffed in disapproval. "Come on, seriously? One period of torture wasn't enough? Agh..." He hated homework, especially relatively difficult homework on a subject he didn't quite enjoy. He knew the day was only just getting started too. Who knows what else was to come? The thought further dragged his mood down as he realized this. Whining, he let his head hit the desk in front of him with a solid thunk! Sounding like a dying cow, he groaned and complained a little more. "Uhhhhhhhgggghhhh....!" Don't get him wrong, he loved being at Beacon. Just the academics he wasn't too pleased with having to go through. At least Professor Oobleck was an enjoyable and energetic teacher. Watching and listening to the caffeine addict was enough to lift his mood. History wasn't that bad, in Shiro's book. When he paid attention with the rapt interest of a little boy listening to bed time stories, the perspective made the class period a lot more tolerable. Neatly organizing his things and placing them underneath his desk, his eyes wandered. Keeping a look out for...well, he didn't really know.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Well, uh...if we want peace and quiet, we're probably not gonna find it in a class run by Oobleck." Lauren looked from her seated teammate to the power couple, who had by now approached her and Amy. A sudden throbbing in her head reminded her that she'd meant to follow Ben's lead and take something for her throbbing face. That fight had taken a lot out of her, and now that the math class had cleared out - and the throngs of people making their way to history were starting to be let loose - she realized that she felt like absolute dog crap. "I think a mid-morning power nap is exactly what we need to keep Bastille's walls impenetrable!"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- To History Oswald slowly raised from his seat as math class ended, bringing his nearly empty worksheet to the front of the class and depositing it on Professor Fullbuster's desk with his head lowered. The professors mostly knew what to expect out of him at this point, but the difference was still day and night. Most of the other students, with hard work and study, could catch up reasonably well. Oswald, on the other hand, was stuck nearly seven or eight years in the past academically. The most complex equations he'd solved in the past were PEMDAS questions, and that was pushing it. Following after Cobalt, Oswald tried to shrug off the bitter feelings he was having, but to no avail. This was not going to be a good week, evidently. "Hey, boss. That was pretty fuckin' wild with that kid, huh? I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bastards..."</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\|>Beryl Harken Reryl Harken- VGNB Dorm Surprisingly (and perhaps luckily) the one to open the door for Luke was not Gratia. Instead the door opened to reveal a very sleepy looking otter faunus. She wore a set of rather rumpled looking casual clothes and stared at him in confusion for several seconds before understanding entered her eyes. "You must be Luke." She said, opening the door all the way to allow the newcomer entrance. "Gratia said something about you coming over. I was half asleep at the time. Jetlag can be such a pain." She turned away and made her way over to what seemed to be her section of the four bed dorm. As she did so she started working out a variety of kinks that had developed over the past few hours. Shoulder here, neck there, the ones in her back were dealt with by bending over backwards. Her tail provided support as she looked at the teenage boy in the doorway, now upside down from her point of view. "Don't die" she mouthed.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm The door opened, and his eyes widened briefly as an unfamiliar face blearily greeted him, staring half lidded for a few seconds as her brain tried to shake off the cobwebs, or so it appeared. And speaking of appearances... Casual clothes He blinked, as if his eyes were a camera taking a snapshot. Bedhead "Ah," he began in response, filling the void of words between them after her greeting. Nice demeanor "I'll try not to." he replied in a low voice, stepping inside and ridding his feet of their shoes, placing them together just out of the way of the doorframe. Stretching in plain sight! Turning and shutting the door behind him, he felt his heart rework into a proper rhythm from the beat it had skipped. While he held no intention of breaking his status as a perfect gentleman, certainly not in regards to anybody he didn't know, he had to admit that this young woman's relaxedness even with him in the room was... Nnngh! He tilted his head back over his shoulder to look at her for a moment, before turning fully with the rest of his body. As Gratia was yet to be found in the room, he assumed he was actually a tad early. For now, it appeared to just be him and the unnamed Faunus girl in the room. Part of that situation, at least, could be resolved easily. "Yeah, I'm Luke. Luke Schwarz, from Team JCML." he responded, stepping further into the room to stay out of the door's way. Not that it did much to alleviate his standing there awkwardly, but never mind that. "And you are? I can't seem to remember you having any classes with me..." Jet lag. Something neither Gratia nor Napoli seemed to have been suffering earlier today. What could be the cause for that?</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Neryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "The name's Beryl Harken." She replied as she reached over her head, turning the tail stand into a handstand. "I'm the replacement team member for VGNB. Just got in today, hence the jetlag." A quick push from her tail sent her back onto her feet. One last full body stretch accompanied by something that was halfway between a hum and a groan and she had all the kinks worked out at last. The entire process also had the added bonus of getting her blood flowing so the cobwebs were more or less gone as well. "What are you two going to be doing anyway? Like I said before, half alseep when Gratia told me so I'm kind of curious."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm "I see. Makes sense." he replied, eyes tracking her every movement as she casually displayed acrobatic capability that most people only dreamed of. So agile... could she possibly be a gymnast? To think it wasn't so long ago that I could barely even manage a handstand... "Ah, that--" e-herm. He cleared his throat, bringing a fist to his mouth and forcing his mind to remain unilaterally on topic. Fate was playing with him indeed, but whether or not he accepted its provocations was his own choice, languid and catlike girl casually stretching out in front of him or otherwise! Stay cool! "I'm not quite sure if I understand it myself-- Meaning, I don't exactly comprehend the hows or whys of her intentions in having me come here. But basically, She, uh..." He faltered, filling the space with a nervous chuckle. He expected oddities from being at Beacon, but to say this aloud, nothing could have made it casual. Nothing could have made it ordinary. It was, by very nature of the idea and implications the discussion spawning it had held, strange. "She seems to be intent on studying my hair. Specifically, this little ahoge I've got." he finished, helpfully pointing towards the slightly curved, upright antenna that aggressively went against the natural flow of the rest of his black locks.</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>
<\|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\|>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> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms "Venetia." The curt, toneless greeting was Gratia Mindaro's only response to her team leader's entry into their shared dormitory. She was utterly unphased by the sudden interruption of her experiment; this was the other girl's room as well, after all, and it wasn't at all strange for Vega to want to return to said room after the end of classes. Probably to drop off shit or the like. Not that it was her business to pry; whatever the fuck her leader wanted to do was completely worthless information to her. "This is Beryl Harken," she added, almost as if it was a sidenote, although her emotionless tone made it difficult to decipher whether or not she actually felt that the tidbit was worthy of such a description or not. "Otter. Swordswoman and whip-user. Likely close to mid-range combatant." She had, after leading the newest member of VGNB to the dorms, made sure to read up on Beryl Harken's publicly-available record in the same manner as she had with Cian Kuze earlier in the day. The Mistralese girl's suspicions that the Faunus was an experienced sword-user had been confirmed by what she had read off the files, but the whip speciality was not something she had expected despite the obviously modularity of the weapon she saw. Disregarding her inability to predict that Beryl was a less-than-orthodox fighter, the information upon the otter's combat capabilities had been highly elucidating. It was important and essential information that needed to be remembered. And Venetia, as usual, hadn't fucking checked up on it. "We'll have to reformulate our tactics," said Gratia. "Relying on shit like Nuit fUckInG oVEr THe eNemY from above won't work anymore, unless Harken here's got some aerial bullshit or something."</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- Airship Docks Cobalt had felt pretty proud of himself after destroying the Megaladeus, making tonight a perfect night to go party. Everyone else had done well also, he hoped that some people from the class would show up as well. Cobalt dressed in his usual casual wear and headed down to the Airship Docks to wait for... something. He probably should've asked where they would all be meeting up so they could go party. On his way there he briefly thought on the situation with his team. The only real problem he saw had been Diamond's lack of trust, so at least that was done with. While he wanted to be friends with her, forcing a relationship was never healthy. "Wait, that sounds wrong. Forcing a friendship is never healthy. Yeah, that's better." Cobalt nodded to himself and walked out onto the docks. Cobalt sat down on a bench overlooking the city and sighed. The view was so beautiful. There wasn't much that could possibly ruin this moment, no sir. He looked around and saw Gren conversing with some people, so that solved the whole meeting spot problem. Cobalt waved at Gren to show he was here and went back to looking at the city.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "I have a few tricks to get into the air with. However it would be best if we did not built our strategies around that. My main focus is on distracting enemies and limiting their mobility so that my teammates can deal the finishing blows." So far Beryl had been quiet. She still was having trouble trusting Gratia with Luke after that whole episode and her little slip of crazy had not helped matters. She had been leaning up against a nearby wall when their team leader entered the room. Is she looking down her nose at me? Beryl was not one to judge, but when one grows up in a church orphanage learning to read other people was just something you picked up. Especially once she started helping the priests get donations. Knowing what the potential doner thought would often be the difference between new shoes for the other kids or another month of table scraps. Right now Beryl was picking up the distinct impression of a young "Ojou-sama" looking at a member of the "lower class" It's alright Beryl, you deal with this all the time. Breath, just breath and don't punch your new team leader in the mouth For now she contented herself with staying where she was and continuing to watch the proceedings with a small frown on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms Vega took the one lined signification from Gratia. "I see." Vega then looked at Beryl. "Pleased to meet you Beryl," giving a small wave "Vega Venetia, your team leader." On the particular note of tactics, yes, with Bianca gone VGNB cannot fuck over their enemies anymore from above, what a shame, what a loss. "We will reformulate our tactics when everyone is here…Napoli is somewhere else and I have to get to a party soon in the city." She then looked over to Lucas, a guest in their dorm. "Ah, so you met Napoli, and yes I am with nobility stretching over to two clans" she said with pride. He probably does not know. He had a cute vibe going over, long hair, small jacket she could not help but ask looking at him… "Why does that part of your hair" as she pointed at it "stand up and…what kind of questions was Gratia asking you." Seriously, was it about his hair maybe that was the questions Gratia was asking? Only knowing Luke just now, she wanted to know the circumstances why a part of his hair stood up.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm Oh, so she actually was blue-blooded. I was just making a pun... As her next question reached his ears, he frowned, letting loose yet another small sigh. How many times was this going to come up? Ahoges weren't that strange, Jack had one too, for Pete's sake! They weren't fascinating at all, so why did so many people focus their attention upon it? If he wanted an easy icebreaker, he didn't want it to be his own hair! Let it be something else! A casual question about if they need any help or something! "This is just how it's always grown. Same case for my mom and siblings, too. No gel or anything like that." he repeated for probably the third time. "As for questions, she's really just picking my brain as to what makes me tick. Nothing that outlandish." No, what was outlandish was the context within which the questions were being asked. But that was Gratia's weirdness, not his own. She could explain that. More interestingly, something about this "Nuit" character that Beryl was supposedly replacing piqued his curiosity... "Say, what happened to the person Miss Harken's replacing?" A simple question was aired.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Unnamed Lake Quickly resurfacing after making contact with the water, Oswald began scanning the lake for Shiro. While he was only minimally worried about the Tiger Faunus, he also figured it would be prudent to stick together in case of an incursion of Grimm. The other boy seemed to take off in a spiral pattern in his search, so Oswald decided that his best bet would be to follow after, carefully checking the areas Shiro passed by. He didn't have his Scroll on him, in his infinite wisdom, so the warrior was forced to rely on his natural eyesight. While the outer edges of the lake weren't particularly deep, he would have trouble checking the deepest parts due to a lack of light and his need to breathe. He'd have much preferred to have actually talked to Shiro about this beforehand and make a plan, but Sapphire's team member had an unfortunate penchant for choosing the exactly wrong decision to make. Regardless of the circumstances, they had a job to do, and Oswald would be damned if he didn't get it done. These daggers had to have meant a lot to Sapphire, and retrieving them meant a lot to Shiro. So, there wasn't a choice to this, really. They had to find these daggers.</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\|>Sand Vespa Allen smiled gleefully, ignoring Trad's outburst. It seemed the young man had failed to interrupt them in time for Allen to make an educated guess. Not that he would have failed to latch on to the most amusing explanation he found for Trad's embarrassment otherwise, Sand knew. "Good on you, kid!" And turning back to her, he added in a feigned whisper, still loud enough for all to hear, "And good on you too. I hear every girl needs a friend like that." When did this turn into a rom-com? Sand sighed, giving him a helpless shrug. She turned, giving Sepia and her family a wan smile. "Well, nice to meet you. Congratulations on the expanding family too. Now, not to put a damper on everyone's enthusiasm, but I'd say we should go before someone gets thumped or this one finds someone else to pester." Sand grabbed Allen's arm, pulling him away from conversation with Trad's family, and began dragging him along back to the main campus. Allen staggered, stumbling a few steps until he righted himself, keeping up with Sand's brisk pace. "Don't be rude, Sand," he reprimanded, though his easy smile took much of the threat away from the admonition. She hummed. "You seem more excited than usual," she observed in a low voice. "Naturally," he answered in kind, "Can't I be happy to see my little girl?" "Sure. Nothing wrong with that. I appreciate it, in fact." Sand threw a dubious glance at him. "But something tells me you might be trying to get back at me for yesterday's change of plans." "Oh, that? Don't worry about it." He gave her a devious smile. "Rather, I'd be doing this either way. It's a parent's prerogative to thoroughly embarrass their children in public. You avoided it when you ran off to Atlas, but I'm not missing this chance." "Whether that applies to you is debatable." Allen winced, visibly chastised, and Sand repressed a pang of guilt. She should have put more thought into her answer. "You're a bit too quick to admit that," he told her. "Careful you don't give everyone a bad impression of you." You're one to talk, she thought, particularly when I feel like a mother stringing along an unruly child. If the child weighed two hundred pounds, had greying hair and was beginning to bald, that was. Had their roles reversed while she wasn't looking? That was a chilling thought. "It's not like we can hide it, either way," she pointed out. "We look nothing alike." "Bah! Details, details." The pair whispered bickering only intensified as they continued to walk. @Awesomoman64</s> <\|message\|>Grand Bestiary The Race Begins Ignorant of all that transpired in the halls and outdoors of Beacon Academy, the clocks ticked steadily onward. For some, they went about their business far too slowly. Each moment was another reminder of things lost, or of things never found, and these thoughts weighed down on their souls like shackles. Others did not acknowledge the passage of time at all, so involved were they in reunion, cooperation, or some similarly smile-bringing activity. At length, the clocks' ceaseless march brought their faces to display 9:40 AM, and the dutiful PA system throughout the campus came alive in a sputter of static. The speakers did not play in the dorm rooms out of respect for those who would be loathe to appreciate any kind of attempt to pull them into the school's holiday events. "Attention, ladies and gentlemen! Competition #1 will begin in five minutes! If you are participating, make your way to the starting line at Beacon's Outdoor Activity Center and get ready to race!" The voice that delivered the announcement was hard to place. Only a few would be able to identify it. At the OAC, a young man stood up from the stooping position he'd occupied to speak into the receiver of the broadcast device, an anticipatory smile on his face. At his full height, he ascended farther still by virtue of his massive blonde pompadour—a towering pillar of stylishness. With the race soon to start, he reached next to the portable PA receiver to grab a large, professional camera from the tabletop. As he hoisted it into his shoulder, he used his free hand to grab a clip-on microphone preset for only the speakers in the Activity Center and attached it to the lapel of his white suit. He glanced around at the people already present and, figuring that it would make a good introduction shot, shifted his camera into position and pressed 'record'. "Good mornin', people of Vale! Flax Fulvous here at Beacon Academy's first-ever School Holiday, and we are t-minus four minutes to the beginnin' of the first big show: the grand obstacle course!" He swept over the first stretch of the course, taking in its various parts. "Stuffed fit to burst with all sorts of mechanical platforms, tricks, traps, and other goodies, it's ready and waiting to put the dexterity of Beacon's most limber blokes 'n birds to the test!" Flax then panned over the loose crowd of people already present, both near the bleachers and the food tables. "And 'ere we have a sneak preview of some of the competitors, wrappin' up a bangin' breakfast and headed over to the startin' line. Who'll be runnin' the course? Who'll come out on top? Who knows? But rest assured I'll be here to cam every moment of it! See ya in a mo'!" With a beep, the camera was off, and Flax breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to get the intro done in one take, by some miracle. One would think that being lauded for his coverage of the destruction of a rampaging Ogdoad, and getting a promotion as a result, would directly correlate to greater skill, but Flax did not yet feel as if he'd filled those shoes. This morning would be as much a trial for him as it would be for the race-runners, for while they tested their limits in a no-holds-barred sprint for the finish line, he would have to keep up and keep his camera focused, all while providing commentary and not ruining his goofily professional image. Though a little nervous, Flax was mostly excited. It wasn't an opportunity many got in their lifetimes, so he was going to use it to the fullest, without worrying too much about putting on airs. After all, who could fault him for being himself? Three minutes later, the competitors lined the checkers on the ground that demarcated the race's elevated starting platform. Professor Goodwitch was in attendance, a disinterested look on her face as she stood by the sidelines with her signature riding crop in her hands. The open layout of the track provided the students the chance to look ahead and see what was in their immediate future. A straightaway lay right in from of them, giving them the chance to pick up speed. Then the ground dropped away, becoming a sizable pit that signaled a long jump. At the bottom of the pit was a pool of water, deep enough to break the falls of anyone who shorted the jump, and crouching on a disk suspended above the pool by a pipe was none other than Flax Fulvous the cameraman. To his left and right were two pairs of ropes that could conceivably be used to propel an especially long jumper even farther, and give a sizeable advantage. On the other side of the pit stood a sloped incline that, while not hard to land on, would dramatically cut the speed of any who didn't approach it right. A climbing wall rose just beyond it, which the people who landed on the slope would have to fully ascend, but on which those who swung by rope would have a chance of attaching themselves more than halfway up. What came after was hard to make out at this distance, but some horizontal metal bars could be made out by a keen eye. Goodwitch looked up from her watch. In her clear voice she shouted, "Listen up! No jostling! No use of weapons! You may use your semblance only once! Understood....? Racers, on your marks! Set!" She cracked her riding crop, its sound splitting the air. "Go!"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am) This early in the morning on a day without classes, the Beacon Academy cafeteria was a place of quiet, its usual din replaced with a pondering silence. Few students populated the ha ll, and of those that were present, they were quite content to eat their breakfast in tranquility, possibly engaging in some casual, but light, conversation with any friends that were sitting at their tables. Gratia Mindaro was one of those students that had woken early for their food, having chosen to sit by her lonesome at a table close to the cafeteria entrance. A pale white plate sat in front of her, upon which rested several lightly buttered croissants, a banana, and some vanilla yoghurt. Placed on the table next to her plate was her battered old phone, displaying its clock. At this point in time, her family had yet to arrive. She calculated the how long she would need to spend on her breakfast before properly rendezvousing with her parents for the day's proceedings. There was more than enough time available, fortunately, but she would still endeavour to complete her tasks as quickly as possible. It was highly important that she made as much time for her family as possible. Gratia quietly picked up a croissant, biting into it with the efficient movements one would have come to expect of her. The bread of Valic bakers was tolerable enough, and thus able to avoid irking her senses. She chewed for a second, and then another, before biting into the bread once more. The Mistralese girl continued to eat in silence.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Dorm Diamond turned around to face the door when she heard it opening and very nearly dropped her mug. Her heart paused for a few beats before resuming at the pace of an Olympic athlete. Old instincts very nearly kicked in and she almost bailed out through the closed window. Cold sweat rushed out on the back on her head and neck and her breathing turned shallow and quick. Her shadow shivered behind her, starting to creep up her legs without her notice, consent or command. Before her panic attack could take root though, Cobalt came back bearing a bittersweet news. The police was here to indeed take one of them into custody, just not Diamond. She mentally kicked herself - of course it would have been the street thug being caught, not her. She never looked twice the same on any job in the first place, how would they have found her? Not to mention this was Valian police asking, not an Atlesian soldier. Shadow returning to normal, Diamond went over to her closet and dug up one thing. A simple business card, plain white with ornate black letters. Turning back, she walked over to Cobalt and handed the card to him. "Call here. Don't talk to anyone until you do. The bill's taken care of." she informed, before pulling him to a hug, "And call me if you need to break out." she whispered so the police wouldn't overhear before letting go of him. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Team CODE Dorm Oswald shrugged in response to Cobalt's question about where to go. It wasn't much worth protesting at this point, he supposed: they wanted to get out, as much as he wanted to just take things slow for once. Oh well, he'd manage somehow. Cobalt's response to whoever was at the door was...disheartening, to say the least. Cobalt was being arrested, you say? He'd done some 'bad stuff', you say? He wanted to SCREAM. He wanted to get up and toss his wheelchair through the wall, then drag Cobalt with it. He wanted to wring Cobalt's neck for this. But he was so tired. So, so damned tired. Tired of people disappearing from his life without so much as a warning, tired of watching everything around him collapse like it always did. He'd once seen his Emblem as a source of pride, being the last survivor to hold the line against the forces of darkness, protecting everybody around him. Now, he was just sick of it. Letting out a deep sigh and a groan of effort, Oswald lifted himself from the chair and clapped Cobalt on the shoulder, looking him in the eyes after Diamond hugged him. "Good luck."</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\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy gave Lauren a quizzical look as she looked down her cleavage, then tapped nervously away at her phone. It was fairly obvious the brawler wasn't looking for a candy bar, really--otherwise she wouldn't have to consult her phone about it--and one would have melted between Amy's breasts anyway. Not that she hadn't had that happen before, but she figured Lauren would have known as much from her propensity to store things there on her own body. So that meant she was likely worrying about something from the night before. Some pressing concern, since she was immediately consumed by it, so… She'd probably lost something that didn't belong to her. At least Amy wasn't the one who had to be worried about having her clothes flayed, for once. She checked the pockets, then shook her head, feathers rising slightly as she did. "No dice. Sorry, honey, nothing in here. So… Either Pope Benjamin III was going to be right, or bad times were going to occur. She'd never wanted a holy man to be correct before.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost <duplicate, ignore></s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Gemba walk Diamond didn't even have to go that far before finding something that piqued her interest. Or rather, someone. The anger she was full of a moment ago was shoved in a box and shelved somewhere in her mental warehouse almost immediately. It would be handy later. For now, her attention turned to the object of her interest. Ok, Dee. You just had a major meltdown, but try to be polite. she warned herself. Slowing down and halting, Diamond leaned against the wall and looked the woman over, being blatantly obvious about it. "Can't say I would mind if you did!" Tick. Tock. Damn it what did I just say! She mentally slapped herself, Look at that rack though, I can't be blamed! … Entirely. Diamond pointed her eyes into the eyes of the other woman, deciding to see where this goes. "Didn't see you around here yet. Are you a new transfer?" She inquired after a second.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode and Demetra Rode - Corridor Sapphire was relieved that Oswald was understanding, relieved that he didn't recoil from her, relieved that he didn't make Demetra's problems worse. If he had, well Sapphire might have had to do something drastic. She was the only protector her sisters had after all. When Oswald said he was an open book Sapphire almost laughed. The statement was so at odds with how she perceived Oswald. Sure he seemed like the kind of guy that would laugh with his friends, sling back a few beers with the guys but she'd always got the impression that he didn't talk about the really important stuff. The incident after their previous mission involving the gym's heavily brutalized punching bag was proof enough that he had some kind pain he was trying to bury. Maybe he really was an open book, she'd never actually asked about the finer points of his past, about what had drove him to become a hunter beyond the circumstances of living in a border town. More likely though was that she just read him better than others. They didn't see the weight he bore so to them he was an easy going guy who could stand to cut himself some slack. As if reading her mind, not just her emotions Demetra murmured "Only the big ones." more it seemed to herself than anyone else. She brightened slightly when Oswald talked about how draining a semblance could be but a happy kind of bright, more like the kind of look that people have when they commiserate over the long work day. "By itself it doesn't cost me anything... It's just so exhausting being angry, or upset or sad or lonely all of the time. Sometimes it's easier..." She trailed off. Sapphire knew Demetra though, knew her well enough to know how that sentence ended ...it's easier to feel nothing at all. "That's a cool semblance," she said though she sounded almost far away. "Must be nice to be able to," she clicked her tongue to indicate disappearing "Whenever you like." When Oswald started talking about how semblances reflected their users personalities Demetra turned away from him. "I know where my power comes from." she said it so quietly that Sapphire almost missed it. Of course all of the Rode sisters knew where their semblances originated, with their father. Sapphire had wanted desperately to disappear, to vanish from the situation, at of the way of danger. She'd been given the perfect cloaking system. Demetra had wanted to understand how someone who was supposed to love them unconditionally could do such things and she'd been given the ability to understand everyone. And Cecily, she'd wanted to never forget. Consequently she could bring to mind every memory she possessed in perfect crystal clarity. Though she'd only given it a moments thought Sapphire sort of felt that Oswald's semblance was a result of him wanting, or rather needing be able to help everyone at once, to be able to be everywhere at once regardless what it cost him. Maybe if he put whatever was in his past behind him his semblance would change. More than likely not though, that was a very rare occurrence. In the back of her mind Sapphire knew that Demetra wouldn't tell Oswald, or anyone what they'd been through as children. As well as being deeply traumatic, it wasn't just her secret. The three of them, sisters all, just wanted to separate themselves from their father's name. Still Sapphire hoped Oswald wouldn't read anything into the little things Demetra had a habit of saying. As they approached the gym Sapphire heard the signal for the race to begin. She had of course signed up for it but with Demetra to look after and Oswald as he was she didn't feel she could simply abandon them for some juvenile games of strategy. "Why don't we head for the firing range? Gren said something about testing new weapons for Emerald, I can introduce you to her sis. She's nice... if a bit, well you'll like her."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @Kaithas @NarayanK @Write "C-C-C-Cooties!" Lauren squealed, thrusting her pelvis forward in exaggerated shock as Ben attempted his first grab at her ass. It was a little clumsy, definitely not telegraphed well, but all virgins had to start somewhere. She decided not to press him or tease him about it other than that, though - it would be way more useful to commit it to memory and use it against him in case he ever ran for elected office in one of the Kingdoms. Poor Costa Negasi, whose lustrous coal-black hair had nowhere near the amount of silver streaks in it that raising Lauren should have imparted, was rolling her eyes from beside Sangue. "So," she asked politely as her daughter continued chattering with her teammates, "San...gue? You must be the quiet one of this gang, child. I know my daughter can be overbearing when she's trying to coax people into hanging out. Do you have an okay handle on her?" Meanwhile, Lauren was shrugging off Amy's apology with a flippant wave of her hand. "Ehh, don't sweat it. Like Cap said, I always keep candy in the dorm!" It was an obvious little lie, compounded by pulling out her Scroll and tapping out a message, but the less Amy knew the less could be used against her in court someday. `Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1] Message: Ta-da! Found it! It wound up in my lingerie order hahaha ;D I've already put your finder's fee onto the card so no sweat on that end! Give it back to you when I see you???` "If Pops hasn't eaten it all already, anyway..." she groused, putting her Scroll up and sticking her hands in her pockets as they neared the dorm. There was no one standing outside BASL's doorway, but it seemed that the dorm across from theirs was getting a lot of traffic. They were some Mistralian transfer team, a bunch of bad bitches that Lauren had noticed around school once or twice, but the gang outside their door was positively eclectic; a young man with dark crimson hair in a scruffy sky-blue jacket who looked like he was barely Lauren's age was conversing animatedly with some middle-aged aloha-looking motherfucker to the right of the door, while on the left a glamorous blonde woman was hugging one of the Mistralian students, a purple-haired bombshell who was wearing one of the cutest non-BASL pouts around. "--just give her some time, Evan," the blonde woman was saying, cheerfully stroking the student's hair. "Viv doesn't know how to handle people that well, even you. Even herself. She'll come around eventually." "Y'promise?" "I promise, sweetie. It happened with her father, too, you know. The apple never falls far from the aspie, Evan--" Lauren tuned out of the conversation after a couple seconds when she realized her father was probably taking advantage of her distraction to ransack some more of her stolen swag, and the boxer took point on opening the team's dorm, barreling right in before the door was even fully open-- --and finding no one. "Pops, I know you're in here, you old motherfucker!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue stared at Lauren thrusting her hips forward. As she continued to follow her friends around, her silence came to a brief end when Lauren's mother spoke to her. It was apparent that Sangue did not speak as much as the others had in the team, though Costa seemed more interested in what Sangue thought of her daughter. She softly glanced between Costa and Lauren, her expression remaining idle and her lips sealed as always. A handle was... something that you could take a hold of. Lauren did not seem to be the kind of person who'd hold back, with few people knowing how to moderate her sometimes ambitious courses of action. Lauren was a very exciting and happy person, and it was impossible for Sangue to think about stopping that. Being as honest as she could, Sangue turned to Lauren's pretty mom as she answered, "I... do n...ot. Bu...t... I do n...ot... mind..." Sangue's orange-red eyes traced Costa once more. The more she looked at her, the more she realized the things that made her daughter resemble Costa. It wasn't just their looks, but some of the more personal traits. Turning to Lauren's direction, she noticed a couple of other people across the BASL dorm. Her attention to them fell apart when Lauren burst the dormitory door open. She quietly followed Lauren's lead. @Kaithas@Plank Sinatra</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Corridor Oswald nodded and let out a small sigh when Demetra mentioned how exhausted her Semblance made her. "I know exactly how you feel, about being overwhelmed by emotions. I lost a friend to something like that. He...chose not to feel anymore. I just wish there was more I could've done for him. We all saw it coming, but...he just didn't want to keep going." Taking a deep breath, Oswald quickly dragged his finger over his eyes, making sure that he wasn't crying again. "Sorry, I'm just...not fully over it. He was a great guy. One of my teammates, before Beacon." Oswald gave the pair a small smile, trying to keep his spirits high. He knew that he'd need to if he wanted to survive the next week without making his injuries worse. "As for my Semblance, it is pretty awesome, but it's also physically draining. It takes a chunk of my Aura every time I move, though that's usually preferable to letting somebody else get crushed by an Ursa." He didn't pay much attention to the tone of Demetra's voice, mostly because he felt he understood where she was coming from. She reminded him of Blaine, during that last month. It hurt to be reminded of that, but Oswald knew better than to blame the poor girl for inadvertently bringing up bad memories. "The firing range, eh? Sure, I'd like to see what he's put together for her. I just hope it's not too ridiculous, the last thing we need is that girl wielding something like what he has..." As the thought of Emerald trying to use Gren's weapon crossed his mind, Oswald smirked and shook his head. "The Academy would be a pile of rubble within a week, tops." of Seraphs</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\|>The Phantom The sound of Lauren storming through a hallway caught her attention, though regardless of how quickly Sangue reacted, she wouldn't have been able to say "Hi" to her before the Negasi picked her up wildly. Sangue blinked, her eyes slightly wider than before. As Lauren excitedly spoke to her like she was ready to take on anything in the world, the red snake wondered if she should tell her that she could walk. After her Grimm Studies class, however, it felt nice to have the warm and bubbly Lauren pick her up instead of a cold, slithery vine of a giant angry plant attempting to throw her around. So she softly answered with a short "Yes" and a slow nod. Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Stop! Drop! Dodge Those Thots! Lauren threw her head back and laughed at Sangue's tentative answer. With her teammate on her back, Lauren picked up the pace on her way to Survival. It was clear that, as much as she enjoyed the material, she had been chomping at the fucking bit to slip out of Armory. Straightening up her shoulders (and careful not to push Sangue's head through the ceiling) Lauren released the faint sigh that had been stuck in her chest and grinned up at the snake. "Sangue, love of mine, don't you ever get involved with women," she admonished, with a roll of her vibrant green eyes upwards to meet Sangue's. "'Cept for me, obviously. The rest of 'em are all the damn devil. They don't mean you not an ounce of good will. If I didn't have to be gay I wouldn't be. Well, I would be. I hate dicks." This was dumb. What the fuck did Sangue even think she was talking about right now? "Just stick with me, Sangue!" she course corrected with a glowing smile. "Together we'll survive all that the thots of the world have to throw at us, yeah? Ooph, watch your head here, babe, don't want to knock you out." Lauren ducked down as she entered the hall where Estelle Nuit - God damn, look at this bitch living her best life, dat hair! - had taken over Survival classes at...some point? She didn't know when. Lauren had never taken a Survival class before. She'd learned quickly it was hard to concentrate on PE with Ben and Luke around to play off of (and play with) and she went to the gym enough during her free time with her student privileges that she could afford to leave her darling Cap alone for another class period or so. Survival had seemed like an easier take. She'd been surviving her whole life all over the world, right? Easy A. As if she would flunk me. Plopping Sangue down into a seat towards the front of the class, and quickly scooping up the one beside her, Lauren was halfway towards plopping her jacket down onto the desk as a makeshift leather pillow when she realized someone had left a cupcake on her desk. On every desk. Oh, Stella, you make it too easy. Lauren cracked her con artist's grin down at the confection on her desk. Now how the hell do I make this look most like a nipple...</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd @HereComesTheSnow Flying was something else. Not flying in an airship, actually flying. Not something Ben would ever had the ability to do himself, but Bianca Nuit made it look easy. And tagging along for the ride, he could get a glimpse at that, too. He had dropped out of an airship without any sort of parachute under similar circumstances, using the force from that terminal velocity to achieve a decisive strike on an immense enemy. His heart had raced, adrenaline pumped, and it had felt like nothing else. It still wasn't anything like this. Bianca wove in and out of attacks with ease, changing course and altitude in ways that made him feel his stomach moving around. It took some time to adjust to that, to get used to the rapid changes and the fact that he had absolutely no control over his own trajectory. One hand maintained his grip on the Faunus girl, because falling would really suck, but the other was on Joyous Guard. She was doing a fantastic job of keeping them away from the vines but there were simply too many of them. He couldn't do a lot, not while he was a passenger, but run interference? That he could do. The blade shot out here and there, batting aside or biting into any tendril that got too close. Anything that dared to threaten their forward advance would be evaded or eviscerated, without exception. It was a comfortable rhythm, almost, once he got settled into it. He had to trust that she could keep them in the air, and he did. Nuit might have seemed uncertain and meek before the fight started, but she was holding her own. Even better than he'd thought. If she said she could do it, she could. No doubt. Between them no tendril could really get close, no matter how hard the DIonaea tried; and it was trying. The rest of the battle had faded to a dull din in his mind, something beyond the screen imposed by the writhing plant matter; he could no longer really see the others, or he had no time to see them. From up here, there was nothing he could do anyway. He had to trust that they could hold their own, just like he had to trust that Nuit could fly. When her wings enveloped them, he had to grin. Any other time the exhilaration might have made him laugh, but all he had time for was a grin. But they couldn't get close, not close enough to strike. The Dionaea was making sure of that. Evasion and defense could get them close, but not close enough. … "Throw me." "What?" "Throw me." Ben pointed with the Joyous Guard's tip, deciding it'd be clearer than trying to explain. He cocked his head a little, flashing the Mistralian girl a cocky grin. Bianca's eyes widened a little when it clicked, until surprise was replaced with a matching grin. A lot of things happened at once. Bianca got as close as she could, made sure she had a line of sight on the main trunk, and threw. Her arm was bolstered by her Semblance, hurling the Redwood boy forward and down. Ben channeled his Semblance into his arms and shoved off from his grip on Bianca in the same direction, gripping Joyous Guard with both hands and drawing it in close and parallel with his body. He became a spear. A spear thrown from on high, hurtling towards his target like a bolt of lightning. Both Semblances sped him up well beyond what gravity alone could ever have done, his blade cutting through air resistance like it was nothing. Their monstrous foe seemed to have realized, at the last moment, what was happening. It went after Bianca with a vengeance but the girl was already evading, breaking off the attack with her job done. She didn't retreat, she harried the Grimm on her own, but it was Ben that really drew its attention. It tried to bar his way with vines, but even the thickest tendrils did not even slow his flight. The air ripped at his face, buffeted his air, and streamed through his uniform. It could only have been a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. Joyous Guard's inertia alone could have carried him through the Grimm's hastily improvised defenses, it was like a freight train in motion, but the slain tendrils still battered against him when he tore through. The Grimm was silent or he might have thought the roar that ripped through his throat belonged to it. Joyous Guard's pommel braced against his palm, leaving no room for the weapon to slip off course, his Aura gathered for impact, the cacophony of battle drowned out in the blood pumping through his ears- In an instant, the tip of his blade struck true; buried to the hilt. *** There wasn't anywhere near enough time between classes. Not when you needed to get from one place to the next, try and deal with the fact that your shoes were soaked, and catch your breath from the last one. Still, he was looking forward to PE; he knew Luke was there, and he hadn't gotten to spend any time with his friend since the mission at the refinery. There was no dealing with his pants, not without a trip back to the dorm, but he needed different shoes for gym anyway. The uniform shoes were classy, but athletics practical? Less so. Grimm Studies to the gym was a bit of a haul, and he'd had to waste some time changing shoes and grabbing his stuff from the classroom, so he had to cheat a little; a little help from his friend Deinamig got him there with a minute to spare. He jogged into the room with Joyous Guard returned his his back (and returned to a shield, no sense hauling a huge sword around) and his jacket tossed over one shoulder. He wasn't worried about explaining the state of his hair, or why his pant legs were soaked. Anyone who'd ever heard of Port would understand. He came to a halt next to Luke, once he picked out the Shiroyaman kid at his usual spot. "Hey, man." He greeted, taking a pause for a quick breath. "Good to see ya."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly, Emerald Felicia and Annebelle Valentine- Arrival at Survival As Armory class ended, Oswald stood up with his meager write-up on what the group had done for the class's duration. They'd gotten quite a bit done, actually- both Igneus Iudex and Brookeborough's Vengeance were practically complete, with only minor tweaks and modifications needed to make them as effective as they would need to be in combat. The Aegis, on the other hand, was still a bit behind on production, owing to the difficulties of producing a stable, scaled-down version of the shields that protected the stands in Amity Colosseum. Still, it had been a good class. Oswald handed his write-up to Professor Chatsworth, then waved to Emerald and Anna that he was ready to go. Emerald grabbed his belongings and Anna followed along, joining them in the next class as well, but not exactly familiar with the school's layout. As such, he'd suggested they all go together. It had the added benefit of allowing Oswald to slow down a bit and not feel as bad about his injuries. He was just chatting with his friends, was all. A few jokes passed between the teammates, and more than a few moments of silence that felt a little uncomfortable, but soon enough they'd arrived at the Survival classroom. And....there were cupcakes on the desks? Scowling, Oswald leaned his cane against a desk and grabbed the cupcake, inspecting it. "What the hell...? Why the hell are there cupcakes in a Survival classroom? This is just...empty calories?!" His protestations were somewhat muffled by the fact that the cupcake was now missing half of its delicious, fluffy body. Looking at the cupcake, then at his teammates, Oswald frowned. "What? If anybody needs these, it's me!" He gave a crooked smile but didn't laugh. That...would probably hurt. Turning to what he recognized as one of the seniors, Oswald cocked his head and swallowed what was left in his mouth. "Why are there cupcakes here? And where's the professor?" The question leaving his mouth was immediately followed by a cupcake entering it. A man needs his calories.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</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> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Ugh, naïve idealists..." Diamond rolled her eyes. If the cops were ineffective - which she could testify to - then they should be laid off and replaced. It's a job to protect the people, not charity! Somebody should have thought of a hunter going rogue by now and recruited a few equal fighters to the force the. But that'd be too much to ask of someone paid from taxpayer money. Not that she paid much of those thus far, but seeing how it would have been spent, she had no regrets. Swinging her legs over the bench, Diamond got up. "Too much everything nice and not enough spice around here. I'll go see how boss is doing lest I start to have positive karma by exposure." she said, summoning her cane and giving the table a tip of the had before turning on her heel. She had to turn back to see what the crashing sound was, only to see a guy on the table. "I didn't know the school provided strippers, plus ten points!" She said, gave the people at the table a tip of the hat and promptly left the room before she caught the crazy, heading towards the infirmary to see whether Marcus was discharged yet.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Treatment of Marcus' concussion had taken some time. One of the staff had a semblance that let her slowly 'move' injuries at the cost of making them worse. Thus instead of a scrambled brain Marcus now sported a thoroughly battered arm that he had to get treated for. As for his broken trio of ribs, there was nothing that could reasonably be done about those other than a little something to take the pain away. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to sneeze, it hurt to breathe too deeply. The school staff had been kind enough to give him a work packet for what he assumed was elementary basics. At least, from a brief glance through the maths was so easy that he couldn't imagine it was anything else. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he was simply good at maths, then the sneer on his father's face appeared in his mind. No, it was impossible he was good at something. The problems he encountered perfecting Unsubtle ranged from mapping stress and strain effects to compensating for the Corioliseffect caused by Remnant's rotation in space, and obviously if Marcus could do those anyone could. The history material was slightly more complex and would require some study. It was not his strong suit though he enjoyed the stories of the exploits of past heroes and generals. He would have continued to rifle through the paperwork some more but by then he had reached the cafeteria. Well, it could wait until he had something to eat. To his suprise the door opened for him as Diamond stepped out. "Oh hello. Lunch is done already?" he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni`s responses to the teachers comments were a simple, yes sir, thank you sir, and I understand sir. He still paid attention to the teacher, but it was that, I'm listening, but not really type of deals. Although some of what the teacher still surprised him. One of the teachers had said good things about him of all people. He felt a twinge of pride in that, although it was quickly snuffed away by the detention bit. Geni simply smiled and saluted the teacher as he got ready to walk away. "Detention, no problem!" he smiled as he brought his hand up to his forehead. Geni shuffled past the teacher and walked away without glancing backwards. Geni smiled as he walked into the class room. He would only suffer detention, that was a punishment he could live with. Geni went straight to his desk and noticed that his weapon was on it with a note pasted to it. It was a not on how to fix his weapon from Ivan, he frowned at that and crumpled it up and stuffed in his pocket. He was grateful for the help but he had not intention of fixing Ragnorok what so ever. Geni took a seat on his desk and grabbed his scroll. Everything know felt kind of awkward for him. He felt some eyes on him but not judgmental, which was a plus. Geni looked at the time on the Scroll and prayed for this class to end, but it did not look like to was going to end for a while. Geni glanced back at his weapon and smiled, this was the perfect opportunity to figure out what would replace old Ragnorok. He grabbed his old note paper and turned it over, he grabbed a new pencil and started to sketch. He drew a rough sketch of a gauntlet that encompassed the hand, and on the fingers were claws, like a lions, or any other clawed animal. He wanted to incorporate Dust, but he had not idea how to do so. He did not have a lot of practice using it so he was stuck. Geni raked his hand through his hair in frustration. "Were can a man find a qualified Dust expert at." he mumbled to himself as he leaned back in his seat.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Hallway Once Professor Chatsworth was sure Sapphire was out of earshot he invited Geni to walk with him as he talked. Sapphire followed, at a safe enough distance to avoid a collision but close enough to hear what they were saying. After listening for a time Sapphire decided she liked Professor Chatsworth. He was understanding but firm and his lecture was mixed with enough sympathy to stop Geni from doing anything foolish while it was still harsh enough to make it clear that Geni had made a huge mistake and it was not to happen again. Geni for his part was giving the Professor, yes sirs, no sirs, sorry sirs, he was probably listening but not really paying much attention it wasn't an unfamiliar position for Sapphire herself. When it became clear that the conversation was wrapping up Sapphire decided it was time for her to leave. It wouldn't be good if when Chatsworth got back to Armoury she wasn't there. She briefly considered stopping Geni to talk but then thought better of it. She would have to reveal the trick behind her semblance to explain how she'd listened in and nobody liked being told off by a teacher let alone having another student listening in. Besides Sapphire didn't know Geni well enough to know if he would turn her in to gain favor in the eyes of the Prof. She made a dash for the Armoury class which her ribs didn't thank her for. By the time she got there each breath sent a twinge of pain up her chest and she was breathing a little harder than she would have liked. But she'd made it before either Geni or Chatsworth so that was a blessing. Sapphire took a seat at the back of the class next to Amy and spent the next several minutes calming her breathing. It wouldn't do to be heaving like a stallion after a race when Chatsworth came back. Geni returned a few minutes later and Chatsworth a couple after that. He gave the class a speech about dismissing anyone who caused this kind of trouble in his class again before the bell rang. As the student started to back up the Professor looked at a couple of his robot drones before asking Sapphire why she had not returned to class when he specified. Sapphire's blood froze, busted. Of course her semblance could protect her from detection but it couldn't place her where she was supposed to be while she was sneaking around. The drones of course, why had she not considered that they had video capabilities. She needed a lie to cover herself. She couldn't exactly tell the teacher the truth. Where might she have gone instead of back to class, think think. Something popped into her head. Sapphire projected a guilty smile to the Professor, had to really sell it. "Well I sort of figured there wouldn't be a whole lot going on in class without you there and I didn't get to finish lunch... so... I stopped by my dorm room to pick up some snacks." As proof of this Sapphire opened her violin case and removed a plastic bag about half full of apple slices. It had been there since lunch yesterday but the teacher didn't need to know that. She shrugged "Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Grimm Studies "S'up", Jack was there, at class, albeit very very late. He only arrived in time to see some guy take out a Grimm. Smiling like nothing was wrong, he was late due to the fact he saw this absolutely marvellous cake the other day and thought he had the time to eat a slice, but sadly that was not the case. He did come up here straight from the city though, so he was actually here a lot more quickly than most would ever manage. "Sorry about being late teach, but there was this absolutely amazing cake I think you should try. Chocolate fudge with a strawberry, with layers of milk chocolate and chocolate cream inside with a malted base. Jersey Road, right next to the main shopping street, small store, called the "Sweet Dreams Emporium", great bakery", he said, arm motions and everything, all rather fast too, but still able to be understood. "Or... Is that not the time for that? Okay. So what'd I miss teach?", he inquired, bringing attention back to the class.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus met Ivan's eyes with an even stare, simply nodding once in acknowledgement before he returned to his notes. A short while later a message landed in Marcus' inbox. The content was certainly interesting. Marcus could not help it and smiled a little as he imagined the increase in firepower. Then he frowned as the heat issue was addressed. Drat, and he already had to limit his rate of fire with unmodified shots. "Bored now." Marcus got up from his seat, scroll in hand. As he strode over to the Unsubtle he paused at Oswald's desk. The man had tried to stop the violence before it could get out of hand. Even though Marcus found the root cause of the whole argument trivial, his teammate's behaviour was commendable. Much better than his own on reflection. "Well done just now." he complimented Oswald. Understatement right there. Still it was the best he could think of. He moved on to the actual maintenance area. In the meantime he mentally sketched out some ideas via his scroll. An advantage of his semblance was that he could literally design at the speed of thought, his very spirit converted to the raw ones and zeroes computers worked with. By the time he had walked the length of the classroom his little CAD session was already finished. Right then, time to get to the fun part of class. In the little romp through the forest the previous day something got stuck in the rear left drive wheel, and it was time to find out what. A wrench appeared from his bottomless belt pockets, and he got to work. "Say your prayers little one Don't forget, my son To include everyone~"</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</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> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE Two miles was easy. He did more strenuous runs on the cool mornings in Vale, where he could get hour-long jogs around the city with little concern for the impending day. He started slowly, then began to increase speed with every lap, his long legs helping him outpace nearly everyone who wasn't trying exceptionally hard. As he ran, his thoughts drifted back to the disastrous Armory class and the comment that the daughter of the general had made: He'd gained quite a number of enemies. Ivan frowned through his carefully regulated breathing.Enemies implied that they'd go out of their way to hurt him. Which meant that between the teams at Beacon, there was now a rift. Which meant- He nearly tripped as the person ahead of him stumbled and fell, shaking the would-be athlete from his thoughts. A quick glance told him that it was Sapphire, and that she was in pain. Ivan, against his better judgement, slowed to a halt next to his irksome classmate with an expression halfway between concern and annoyance, carefully keeping just a bit out of the injured girl's reach as he knelt down, lightly panting from the exertion of his run. "Hey, you alright?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad – Basic Training Practice As Trad looked over the rifles, he felt the ground begin to rumble. Was there a tremor hitting the school? No. No it was a tank. Someone was literally driving a tank on the practice ground. Forgetting about the rifles, he walked over to the now parked behemoth. "Well, I guess you won't be having much trouble going through the obstacle courses." He remarked looking over the vehicle, stopping when he saw the mounted weapons, "Or the shooting range for that matter." When Professor Iderson spoke, Trad turned to give her his full attention. While she spoke and looked calm, her words were far from. Ground rules, prohibition of semblances, and zero tolerance for quarrels. While he didn't expect to get in a fight, from what she said it sounded like the Armory class already had. As for his semblance, that was only needed for emergencies anyway. Iderson then turned things over to her aid Esther. Esther and Goodwitch must have attended the same intimidation seminar, her stare alone was almost enough for Trad to stand at attention. Then she spoke. Her voice shook the ground more than the tank! Every word felt like it forced itself into Trads mind and imprinted so he would never forget. As she finished he turned his gaze to the obstacle courses. Trying to determine which one he'd do best at. Or better yet, actually complete.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel -=- Survival So intent was Abel on finding the Survival classroom, that at first, he missed it. When he reached the edge of campus and found only a quaint, decrepit structure that should have been condemned, he was momentarily confused, and skirted around the rustic building to see if he wasn't missing something. Out here, the bell that marked fourth period's inception was somewhat muted due to distance, and in any case Abel was beginning to acclimate to it. A bird, twittering furiously, shot out from a hole in the architecture as the guardian rounded a corner, causing him to jump. He watched it go, identifying by its red breast that it was a robin before peering into the hole it had flown from out of curiosity. Once again he was surprised, this time to find out that the rickety building was in fact occupied. "I'll be..." he muttered, and hurried to find the entrance. In a way, the setup of the Survival class was far more welcoming than the other, more official classrooms. Neglected architecture, bare facilities, and ragtag supplies were the conditions that Abel and all the hunters-in-training could expect out in the field. Having a classroom that embodied these conditions proved that the teacher certainly knew his stuff. As Abel entered, using the Ampere like a walking stick, he spotted the professor and examined him briefly. Rather than the usual sort of formal wear prevalent with other teachers, Mr. Vorosky was outfitted in what looked like full combat regalia, complete with camouflage and enough small pouches to carry a two-course dinner. Sure, it was strange, but it made the guy seem real, down to earth, even. The professor must have felt Abel's eyes on him, for he briefly addressed all the students. Abel nodded and sat against one of the vertical pillars holding the building together. Under normal circumstances he might have been interested in the canned food, but he had finished a hearty salad only an hour and ten minutes ago, so he declined Vorosky's offer. -=-=- "Believe me when I say that these don't add up," Fullbuster insisted. He lapped a hand against the papers laying on Ozpin's desk before reaching up to tweak his mustache. "Sure, he did well during the initiation ceremony, but here's a difference between failing a test and being given a second chance, and cheating a test and letting the cheater get away with it. "You don't need to tell me," Ozpin's expression was a mixture of resignation and irritation. So much drama in such a short time wore away at even his steely nerves. "I hate to deny a student his dream, but an obsession with being the best is unbecoming of an individual willing to forge his own documents to achieve it. I'll make the announcement." Across the school, the intercom system suddenly went online, and through the speakers reverberated the smooth voice of the headmaster. "Indigo Kafka, please report to the principle's office. Once again, that is Indigo Kafka." Ozpin pushed himself away from the speaker on his desk, switching it off. His sigh caused the documents to stir, as if fluttering like a trapped moth to free itself. "At least now we finally know what to do with poor Miss Russet. I believe that Solomon is with her now; call him on his scroll and have him bring her in, please. We'll get her schedule finalized and station her on team Silverpoint in Indigo's place. We're going to have to change the team name, unfortunately, but at least we caught it early this time. Perhaps Silverfish would work." Algernon Fullbuster nodded, leaving his mustache alone at last. "I'll let Solomon know. I had better get back to class. Knowing the kids, they'll try to invoke their fifteen-minute rule. Funny how no matter how generations I tell, there still is no such rule. Farewell!"</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia - Arriving at practice. A young, brunette faunus approached the practice range quickly, hoping she wouldn't be late to her first class at Beacon. She grinned excitedly at the thought. Imagine that! Her, a student at one of - no, the best school for aspiring huntresses such as herself. The idea seemed to add to her already infinite energy, and she arrived in front of a young woman in... some sort of armor? Tilting her head respectfully, Sepia apologized for her apparent tardiness. "I'm sorry that I was late, professor. I just received word of my acceptance and came as quickly as I could." While waiting for a response, Sepia mentally compared her attire with that of her superior's. Battle armor and an expensive, short, frilly dress. Oh well, at least she'd remembered to bring Orthus.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus blinked as he recognised the professor's voice and immediately swallowed dryly. "Yes ma'm." Marcus acknowledged her commands and dismounted. One of the other students, a new face with striking emerald green eyes, made a remark that caused him to wince. "Yeah, funny you should mention that." Marcus replied uncomfortably. The entrance exams obstacle course was a prime example of a challenge still based around the idea of hunters as purely infantry. The rules had only specified that participants had to stay inside of the bounds and complete the course in whatever way they saw fit. While many an obstacle had been designed with more than one way to overcome it, 'complete obliteration' had not been one of them. Probably. Outside of miss Iderson, the other referees were too busy frothing at the mouth or staring at the wreckage to give Marcus a straight explanation about that particular detail. He had not stuck around long enough to find out the specifics. Once miss Iderson confirmed that he had passed he promptly vacated the area before the other referees could strangle him for what he had done to the course. He still did not know if he was even allowed to go back there anymore. Still rather than dwell on the past it was time to get himself a rifle and start the lesson. Marcus felt more at ease inspecting the weapon, checking if it was loaded or not and other busywork. Not that the heavy bolt action needed attention. Gunmen often joked that this particular design was dreamed up by two drunks on the back of a napkin. Simple, reliable and with enough oomph to knock an Ursa on it's ass with just the shockwave of the bullet. Armed once more he stood at the ready for further instructions.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet "Sure thing, Professor!" Sepia replied cheerfully, and with that, she turned and sprinted in the direction of where she'd been told that her locker would be. The sound of angry yelling reached her from the way she'd come, and for once she was glad to have arrived unprepared. Although, the last part didn't seem so bad. Growing up in a lodge in the middle of a large forest had allowed her to become remarkably fast and endurant through "roughing it" and training as much as possible. True, she wasn't very strong in the way that meant lifting or stopping heavy things, but she was pretty sure that an obstacle course wouldn't be too difficult. Arriving at her locker, Sepia quickly grabbed a plain pair of black shorts and a brown tank top with a pink paw print on it. After changing into both these and replacing her high heels with a pair of sneakers, she made her way back to practice where she did as Professor Vanhomrigh said and got in line.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert listened to Ms. Vanhomrigh respectfully, he knew people like her and he knew that there would be consequences if she thought for a moment that she wasn't being given the respect she deserved. Priscilla's tardiness soon confirmed that. He wasn't really sure how to respond to the teacher's comment about her reason for tardiness. Object and point out that he had not only been there on time, but that they hadn't kissed yet. Just keep quiet and not try to provoke Ms. Vanhomrigh's ire. Or maybe volunteer to go with Priscilla. There were two lines, meaning that they probably would have everyone go two by two. Robert chose the latter. He strode over to the front of the other and got himself ready, shooting Priscilla a thumbs-up to let her know he was cheering her on. The signal to start was given, and Robert took off. He jumped over the first obstacle, then approached the pull-up bar. He jumped up and grabbed it, but slid off almost immediately. He tried again, hung on for about three seconds, then fell face first on the ground. Good thing he didn't have his glasses or visor on, it wouldn't have been good to have broken them this early in the school year. He got back up and tried a third time, saying out loud, "Third time's the charm." Finally, he got his leg over it and rolled off successfully, sprinting to the next obstacle. Robert made it through the next few obstacles easily enough. When he made it to the balancing beams though, he lost his footing and landed on his junk. He began to slide off the beam, holding back any cries of pain, when he wrapped his arms and legs around the wooden log. Robert got himself upright again and continued on with the course. Every obstacle afterwards was not really noteworthy, except the winces of pain with every time he lifted his legs. When he approached the second pull up bar, he groaned and pretty much went through the exact same thing he did with the first one. Finally, he reached the last obstacle, the ropeclimb. Robert made it about halfway up before losing his grip and falling. Of course it wasn't that easy for Robert, he just had to get his leg tied up in the rope and dangle there for several seconds before falling on his head. He tried again, this time making it to the top and back down with no problems. Robert approached Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh after walking off the course. "Ta-da. Ms. Iderson, Ms. Vanom... Vin... Ma'am, how'd I do?" he asked, still rubbing his crotch as if doing so would somehow alleviate the pain. "Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes," he silently pleaded.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - 5th Period, Survival Pavel watched as the students began to come in, again, offering each of them a seat and some food. Most declined the food, but no matter, more for him. Once Ineko came into the room and sat down, Pavel's eyed lit up. "Ah! You remind me much of the Exoskeletons in the Zone. A shame I never got to wear one." He said, "Exoskeletons could take bullet after bullet, it was unbelievable, but radiation and anomalies..." He continued, "I once came across a mangled mess of flesh, bone and metal. Poor man must have stumbled into a Vortex. Imagine that, an entire person, and 15 kilograms of metal and machinery compressed into something the size of a small wheel." Pavel said, adding emphasis by estimating the size of the mess with his hands. Pavel quickly looked at his watch, "It's about time comrades." He pointed out a broken window, "One meter out is a teleport. We will all be jumping through that in a second." He explained, getting up and handing out large industrial metal screws to each student. "Now, do what I do, in ten second intervals. Understand? You, Exoskeleton boy, wait ten seconds after I jump through, then jump. The person after, wait ten seconds, then go. Yes?" He explained, rather quickly, getting in position. He fitted a gas mask onto his face, picked up one of the old assault rifles laying around, and strapped a tactical vest onto himself. "If anyone does not want to do this, quit this school now. If you cannot jump into the unknown, you are better off making bread for those who can." He said before sprinting towards the window, halfway there, throwing the metal screw through it. One meter away from the window, something flashed brightly, everyone hearing a strange wub sound, the screw was gone. A second later, Professor Vorosky leapt up, and through the window. A flash, a wub and he was gone. In an instant, he landed on grass. He rolled out of the way for the next person. He stood up afterwords, patting himself down and looked around. It was a familiar place, a large river in the middle of a forested area, where he was, a clearing. In the clearing, there were painted rocks lying around, several green painted rocks laid out in a line. Logs were strewn about the clearing, offering seats. Campfire linings were also around, with charred wood in them. He stretched, waiting for his students. Back in the classroom, a piece of paper detailing the instructions on how to get to where the rest of the class had gone lay on the ground in plain sight. Students not perceptive enough to find the classroom, or the paper, were out of luck, and would miss the first day of this class. Ineko Irandi - 5th Period, Survival Professor Vorosky's story was a little strange, some terms went over his head, but he understood the moral of the story, Ineko thought at least. There were some threats out there that armor could not protect against. Then the professor looked at his watch, and handed him a large metal screw. He gave instructions, then leapt out the window, and then disappeared in a flash of light. Ineko's jaw dropped. What? He paused for a second, then remembered his instructions. Ten seconds. Two seconds had already passed, and Ineko scrambled up from his seat and got in the same position the Professor did. He did exactly as he did, running, tossing the screw, then out the window. Ineko closed his eyes as he leapt through. He felt an impact, then opened his eyes. Dirt? Grass? He heard running water. Ineko looked around and saw essentially what was a campsite. He then understood what the ten seconds were for, and got out of the way of the landing zone. Ineko was speechless. How did we get here?</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson watched both stunned and amazed at what just happened seeing their professor and the other student just go through the window but the professor said that if you cant face the unknown just go into baking bread for those who can and Greyson took that as a personal challenge. Greyson wasn't going to get shown up or told he doesn't have guts so he waited counting down when the last person went in and Greyson charged the window "no guts no glory!" Greyson yelled throwing the nail in and then quickly jumping through the window and when he came out he pulled out his sword "come get some!" Greyson called out then he realized that their were no grim or anything trying to attack him. Which made Greyson feel stupid for getting ready to fight as he put his sword away realizing that he was just trying to intimidate everyone "okay now I just feel stupid for getting ready to fight" Greyson said softly going over to the teacher and his fellow student waiting on the others to follow suit...</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus jumped as if shocked and immediately placed the rifle back down in the rack. He had misunderstood that they were to run with the heavy weapons strapped to their backs. Still he would not complain about a lighter load. Determined not to make an ass of himself further on in class he grimly got ready for the practice obstacle course and waited for his turn. He nodded once to the other trainee next to him, then concentrated on the course ahead. While he had absolutely no problems with jumping over the small log wall or pulling himself up, actually throwing himself over the iron pole proved troublesome. After a good dozen seconds he finally managed it and hurried onwards. The other obstacles proved much simpler. He had the muscles hardened by years of smithing to simply brute force his way past the lot of them. Admittedly he had all the elegance of a beached whale, but flexibility had never been his strong point anyway. He panted as he staggered away from the rope, hands practically on fire after sliding down as fast as he could. Probably on the good side of three and a half minutes. Decidedly no more than four. Marcus could not help but grin. To push himself to the absolute limit and come out the better for it was exactly why he came to Beacon.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Having arrived at the firing range with the required protection, Sepia nervously picked up a rifle and magazine. As her weapon required good aim, she wasn't particularly worried about accuracy. What she was worried about was loading the stupid thing, especially after Ms. Vanhomrigh's rather emphatic words on the subject. Thankfully, the ammo went in without a hitch. Once on the firing line, Sepia assumed position with nearly perfect form and waited for further instruction. She was especially careful not to point the rifle anywhere near other students, having nearly blown a hole in her face in the past from careless firearm handling.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class As the students approached the firing line and readied themselves for the first string of fire, a vein in Esther's temple visibly throbbed. She couldn't help but feel more than a twinge of burning annoyance at Ms. Montgomery. Not only had she not done well at the obstacle course, but she apparently had issues paying attention to her instructions. To be honest, her decision to change her mind about them using their own weapons had been sudden and not necessarily planned. But, even still to have her words so easily ignored enraged her. Esther wanted to break the girl, but that wasn't her purpose here. Priscilla chose to remain in the class, so Esther would do everything in her power to guide and train her. Even if the girl had a rather vapid personality and troublesome first day. Still, she would work with her and give her a chance to correct herself. One chance. "Ms. Montgomery! The instructions were for you to use the stock rifles on the range! You'll be using your own weapon at a later time and date. Remove yourself from the firing line and select a stock rifle at the weapon rack. Don't worry, we'll wait on you." She barked her commands at Priscilla, the last sentence spoken with a sneer. Sarcasm oozing from her words. After waiting for Priscilla to swap out her weapon, Esther adjusted the brim of her cover and pulled out her Scroll yet again. Habitually checking the time, she looked up and down the firing line to ensure everyone was ready. Expanding her Scroll and accessing a special application that controlled the range, she began tapping on a few icons. As she did so, small square targets with a large black circle in the center popped up in front of each student 25 yards away. Slowly, the targets dropped down low to the ground. "Eyes and ears! Shooters! With a magazine of rounds, load! She waited to see that everyone loaded their weapons. "Make ready!" Again, she waited to allow the students to charge and rack back their weapons in order to chamber a round. "You may commence firing when your targets appear!" Tapping an icon on her tablet Scroll, the paper targets popped up within line of sight of each student. After a brief pause, the first shots rang out and thundered. She couldn't help but smile a little to herself, though it would unnoticed by anyone else. Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class On Ms. Van's command to load, Shiro tightly gripped the boxy-thing and slammed it into the rifle first go. With an extra tap on the magazine's bottom for good measure, he resumed his stance exactly how Ms. Van instructed. Stock deep in the pocket of his shoulder, rifle brought up to the side of his cheek. Peering through the sights, he focused on the front sight until only it was clear and everything else was blurred in the background. With the command to make ready, Shiro grabbed the charging handle and ripped it straight back to chamber a round. Getting as stable and as comfortable as he could, he tried his best to relax his body save for his hold on his weapon. He couldn't help but get a little excited though, evident by his tail flicking back and forth behind him. He loved guns and shooting them. As he maintained his focus on the front sight, the sclera of his eyes narrowed into a slit. Calming his breathing, he allowed the muzzle of the rifle to drift up and down slightly. Hold and grip firm on his weapon, he did a little butt wiggle to make sure his stance was positive. As his target popped up, his ears did the same and perked. Hearing Ms. Van's announcing the range was hot, Shiro's thumb swept the rifle's safety selector to 'Semi/Fire'. There was a brief pause and silence as no one had fired a shot yet. In his curiosity he half wanted to look around but decided against it. Being a young man of action, he decided he would be the first to break the silence. With the pad of his pointer finger, he slowly began to squeeze. Waiting until the moment the front sight settled in the center of the blurry black circle and for the moment of exhalation, he squeezed the trigger all the way through and fought the urge to flinch as the air cracked and boomed with the sound of his shot. For his following shot, he tried his best to maintain consistency between each shot, taking his time before the next. After 5 well-aimed shots, he ejected the magazine and let it drop to the ground. Grabbing the charging handle and racking it back a few times, he inspected its chamber to ensure it was cleared and swept the safety back on to 'Safe'. Lowering the muzzle of his weapon safely at the ground in front of him, he waited for further commands from Ms. Van. Heart pounding and breathing a little excitedly, he couldn't help but beam and smile. He wondered how his shot group looked. As he stood there waiting, his target slowly lowered closer to the ground to indicate he was complete with the first string of fire.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off. He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers. Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Practice All told shooting paper targets was rather relaxing. Especially at ranges that Marcus could hit them with low powered phlegm. He spent a few seconds just getting his breathing right. Just because the targets were in what most hunters would consider 'melee range' did not mean he should not take it seriously. He still had a bet to win. Stand straight, aim with both eyes open, exhale steadily, and then gently squeeze. His grandfather likened it to pinching the bottom of a pretty girl when he taught Marcus the skill. A small hole appeared an inch above the bullseye. Marcus was not good with girls. Nonetheless the shooting lessons resounded well with his slow and steady approach to life. Each and every shot was sent downrange with great care, to the point Marcus was only on his fourth shot by the time most others were already finished. Unfortunately some poor sod had the terrible luck to get too close, and like it was pre-aimed the hot casing ended up inside the shirt of the bespectacled boy. "You hurt?" Marcus asked dryly as he flicked the safety back on. While doubtful that the brass did anything other than irritate, it was only polite to ask. Frankly though Marcus simply wanted to go back to shooting again.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate At the bottom of the staircase, Shiro found a decently large room, one with walls coated by pale-green paint and gray carpet underfoot rather than tile. The lighting here, less severely white than that found elsewhere in the Shelter, shone down upon a most interesting scene. In it lay dozen beds, six on each side, accompanied by various nightstands, cabinets, and desks littered with paper, wrappers, pencils, colored pencils, flowers, computers, and other byproducts of occupancy. Chairs stood seemingly at random throughout the place, many near desks. Curtains suspended from the ceiling, hooked onto tracks and therefore able to be drawn, were for now mostly pulled back, which allowed the room's occupants a very good look at the two intruders. There were five of them, three male and two female, and all faunus. All of them were garbed in loose white shirts and pants, most likely of cotton, but their similarities ended there. Two of the males, a bat and a chameleon respectively, both about thirty years old, were talking together but had looked up in surprise when the boy and his newfound friend had entered. Contrarily, a heavy-set female porcupine faunus totally ignored the hunter-in-training, so focused was she on a book, and her deer companion only spared Shiro a distracted glance before riveting her eyes to her computer screen. Lastly, the final boy, about twelve years of age and bearing the visage of a swan, sat huddled in a corner, head buried in his knees. Neither of the new arrivals had much time to take in the scene, however, as the bat and chameleon faunus stood and approached. The bat, the younger of the two, knelt down to address the boy. "Babe," he named him to get his attention, scrutinizing Shiro all the while. "Are this guy a new arrival?" Before Shiro could interject, Babe had eagerly shaken his head. "Nope! He's old arrival! He said one of the coats fixed him, so they let him go!" A remarkable change came over both faunus. Their postures stiffened, and although they immediately tried to hide it, it could be discerned that they knew something was wrong. The bat slowly stood up. "Babe, why don't you go and find your daddy?" Nodding, the young bear cub ran off. A brilliant violet gaze affixed Shiro's own peachy stare. Despite the faunus' clear distrust, both had yet to raise any sort of alarm. "So...you're back. After getting cured of what brought us here. And with...is that a weapon? Very fancy." By now the two others had momentarily suspended their reading and gaming, respectively, to turn their eyes on the unfolding scene. "Sienna," the bat stated flatly, as if a declaration. He threw a very inhospitable glance at the deer, who pretended not to notice. "Now we know what Sienna's call was about, eh, Coral? We shoulda told the admins that she was getting anxious. She called in hunters!" He turned that piercing gaze on Shiro again, full of vinegar. "Well, allow me to welcome you. You're not a cop, so there's a chance in hell you might do what's morally right today. Here's the deal: you're not wanted here. Just leave, and tell whoever sent you that you found an abandoned clinic. I'll bet you want justification, huh? Here goes then. We're here because, yeah, there's something wrong with us. A condition that has caused hell for us ever since we were born. A genetic disease, you might say. The only cure is illegal, and experimental, but that hasn't stopped us; we're here to get cured. Sienna ratted us out because she's having second thoughts, but a coward is just who she is. We've been waiting for this cure forever, and today we finally get started. So please, do us a favor and go away!" The bat faunus's tone held not only hostility, but desperation. Anyone with half a brain could tell that he was telling the truth. Abel Fulgurate After the doctor and the administrator had passed, presumably with Sapphire close behind though Abel could not recall seeing her leave, the guardian stepped out into the hallway. Reasoning that he wanted to stay as far away from Shelter people as he could, he began walking in the opposite direction, but had not gone more than ten paces when a noise of joyous affirmation from his pocket heralded the arrival of another message. Abel flattened himself into a doorway as best he could and pulled his scroll from his pocket to read. "Mm," he grunted, wondering how many cameras he had tripped before Gren had 'dealt' with them. Now that he knew he had been seen, Abel also knew that his time waxed even more precious, so he stuffed his scroll into a pocket and took off. A few moments of jogging through empty halls later, Abel dodged into an open door to escape the notice of another green-coated doctor, shutting the door with as much gentle precision as a large-proportioned man could muster to avoid betraying himself with noise. As the footsteps outside receded into the distance, he looked over his shoulder to discern his surroundings. The room into which he had fled appeared to be a sort of larder, brimming with varieties of pet food, bales of hay, several glass cages full of insects, and a shelf full of human snacks as well, but it wasn't the animal chow that snared his attention. His eyes jolted wide open in surprise as he beheld a girl several years younger than he, sporting the ears and bushy tail of a squirrel, holding a large dog biscuit in her mouth and an expression of terror in her eyes. Spitting out the biscuit onto the floor, she backed away from him at high speed. "Human! You're not a doctor!" Her orange eyes fell on the Ampere's gleaming blade. "An assassin! You're here to stop the treatment! Or kill faunus!" She balled her fists, baring buck-teeth in what was clearly intended to be a threatening snarl. "I'm not gonna let that happen! Yaaaah!" Not wanting to hurt the girl, Abel held up an arm as she charged at him, swinging wildly with her tiny hands. He backed up, trying to placate her, but his words had no effect. Still committed to not swinging at someone completely harmless to him, but nevertheless aware of what wrath her cries could bring down on his head, the guardian decided to let the girl tire herself out and thusly let her push him back into another room. Surprisingly, the girl let up as soon as he was inside, and slammed the door in front of him. Abel chuckled, amused at the idea that the girl thought she'd beaten him, but choked as the door's lock clicked shut. A noise from behind caused him to whirl around, and he witnessed with slack jaw an iguana as big as a horse, staring at him murderously. "Oh boy." -=-=- Sapphire shadowed the women until they reached a room designated by the plaque outside the door as the 'operating room'. There the ladies parted ways, the doctor entering while the administrator continued a short ways past to climb up some stairs. Part of the domed operating room's ceiling, made of glass rather than concrete, provided a viewing window from a small gallery situated above, where the administrator now made her way. A door opposite the operating room suddenly burst open, admitting a small bear cub faunus with features nearly matching the administrator's, who sprinted up the stairs after her, and joined her by the side of another bear faunus. This individual, whose evident muscles and noteworthy size would have made him totally at home in a boxing ring, nevertheless appeared collected and intellectual in a suit jacket and oval spectacles. If Sapphire had the right angle, she might have been able to see the man rub the newly-arrived boy's head fondly. In the operating room itself, however, the scene proved not quite so delightful. Two doctors, three now with the arrival of the red-haired woman, bustled about, setting up some sort of procedure centered about the lone figure on the operating table. The patient, a nervous-looking coyote faunus of swarthy complexion, fidgeting and squirmed with obvious discomfort. Seeing this, the red-haired doctor told her, "Don't worry so much, dear! This is the treatment you've been waiting for! Try to think of how happy you'll be after. You'll be able to live normally!" While not totally convinced, the patient lessened her extraneous movement, but continued to look around wildly, as if she might find a solution in her field of view. She happened to glance Sapphire's way, revealing yellow eyes with not only black pupils but black schlera. Some word, too far to exactly make out, lay tattooed on her face beneath her left eye in an arc tracing that eye's curve.</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>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon saw the anchor flying towards him and braced his shield for impact. But he didn't quite expect to see the glorified weight hook onto his shield. He resisted the pull at first but it grew stronger and stronger and pulled him off his feet. He held onto his shield tightly and focused more on getting his R-Types to gun down the girl fighting them. The R-Types that were charging their laser cannons fired, while the others continued to chase down the girl to shoot her full of holes. He did notice Skyra trying to intimidate the anchor woman, which caused him to shout at her. "Quit screwing around and just kill her!" Slamming his shield into the cement Ebon tried to leverage himself to stop the girl from swinging him around.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Ears perking at the detected sounds of something rapidly approaching, Shiro's eyes immediately shifted with a blink into their glowing ice-blue color. Black stripes marking and accenting his body as he jumped to his feet. Much to his surprise, what came their way was something far less intimidating and scary. Eyes focusing in on the tiny thing scrabbling their way, Shiro could only watch with astonishment as the speedy thing launched itself at him and even spoke to them. As the thing crawled its way up his clothing, finally resting atop his head, Shiro scooped it up into his gloved hands and held it out in front of him. Stars sparkled and exploded in his vision as Shiro's face immediately brightened and any nervous tension within him melted away at the sight of the Ferret. "Hey, little guy! Well, aren't you just the cutest thing!" Shiro could see nothing ugly about the creature and endearingly hugged it to his chest before holding it out in front of himself again. Blinking, he made a curious expression as he tilted his head. "Wait, did you just talk?" Thinking back, he had already encountered 'Porridge' who displayed a Semblance that caused vegetative growth. Shiro immediately deduced that this creature must have some sort of Telepathic Semblance, allowing it to 'speak'. Looking at the furry creature in his hands, he smiled and asked for its name. "Do you have a name little guy? If not, I'm gonna call you Scoot. Yeah, Scoot! You are the scootiest scoot that every scooted. The best Scoot!" Shiro grinned. His admiration for the rodent ended shortly thereafter, as his ears picked up a far more foreboding cacophonous racket from deeper within the Shelter. Placing 'Scoot' atop his head, as Shiro so aptly named him, he raised a gloved hand and smartly slapped his own face. The stinging pain of his self-abuse breaking him out of his gloomy slump, he shook his head and clenched his fist. Ready and raring to go again. Sadly, he would have to wait to become acquainted with the other two Faunus girls. "Sorry, but it looks like I'm gonna have to get a move on. Do you two know who is in charge of this place and where he or she may be? I have to find them and let them know what's going on to stop all this before it gets too out of hand. Before it gets too late."</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Escort Mission 'Operation Enduring Fustercluck' "Turn around? Mister Goldstein I'm sure-" Rice protested. "That right there is an ambush mister Rice. Jamming is already up. Get out of here." Marcus cut the man off. "But-" Rice tried again. "NOW." Marcus yelled angrily. The last thing he needed right now was criticism. Fortunately the drivers needed no more pushing to run for it. Praise the sun for small mercies. "Okay team prepare for breach." he warned the two atop his turret. Not even aura could protect more sensitive body parts like the eardrum from the full fury of the one oh five mill. Marcus picked a part of the fortifications more or less at random, then stopped to let his sights settle on target. Two quiet seconds passed. "Fire in the hole!" Marcus warned. For the briefest of moments, there was a flash. Thunder rolled across the plains. A great cloud of dust obscured the tank from view as the high explosive warhead left the barrel. The round buried itself into the fuel tanks of the unfortunate truck that was the target, tearing through the thin steel case with ease. Then the explosives detonated and blasted the entire machine in half. The engine block buried itself into the next truck in line with enough force to flip the entire thing over like a cheap plastic toy. The cargo bed that was the other half simply disintegrated into white hot metal splinters. Almost as an afterthought, the hot brass case that was ejected from the side of the turret set the brush below on fire. Before the smoke cleared, the Unsubtle roared forward into and over the newly created breach. It was classic shock and awe at work. Scare enemies with aggressive, forceful moves so they have no time to respond in an intelligent, organised fashion. Marcus paid no heed to the runners. They were defeated, and seeing people run away drained the fight out of those who tried to stand their ground. Instead his sensors looked for those still with weapons. The autoloader clattered as it readied a new incendiary round. Oswald yelled from atop his turret, and Marcus stopped breathing. The breaks squealed as they forced the Unsubtle to a sudden lurching halt. Aurellius blazed away with his minigun, laughing as he did so. "Cease fire." Marcus breathed softly. Sun help him, what had he done? "Cease fire. CEASE FIRE!" he ordered more forcefully, even as the suit clad boy above him happily sang a dainty little tune as he continued to mow down everybody in sight. The machine gun mount next to Aurelius came to life, spun around and swept his feet out from under him. Aurellius athletically landed on one hand and flipped himself the correct way up without so much as a smudge on his suit. "AURELLIUS CEASE FIRE SUN FUCKING DAMN YOU!" Marcus yelled at him. Okay, focus now. Bugs next. "But boss, they're still shooting at us aren't they?" Aurellius whined. "I do not need this shit right now! You want to shoot something shoot those bugs." Marcus told him. At the same time with an agility that was just plain weird for something so massive the Unsubtle swung around to bring the cannon to bear on the new threat. A few agonising seconds passed while Marcus sighted a patch between the lead swarm and the still moving convoy. "Fire in the hole!" Marcus yelled. Once more the cannon thundered. This time instead of just an ordinary lump of high explosives it sent something far more nasty screaming downrange. Just before it smashed into the ground the incendiary shell burst. In that moment, God scooped up a bucket of Hell, took a piss in it and poured it out over the grasslands between the swarm and it's target.</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</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>	<\|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>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight. In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face... A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "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," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open. "Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork. The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Take me home and feed me, puh-leaaaase?" Diamond said with a mocked whine, giving Aurelius the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster without a stupid grin appearing on her face. "I'll just bankrupt you on food alone. No danger!" she half joked, taking a healthy bite from one of the sandwiches. Then he just had to go and bring up the combat class. "My head's perfectly fine, unlike a certain fox face's I could mention." she grunted, stabbing a few curly fries with the fork particularly violently. "I came here expecting to fight monsters of varying degree of mindlessness, not humans with their cheats. But don't worry, lesson learned. I lost my nerve. Next time I'll poke them with the cane a few times instead of charging right in." she said, taking a break to get some more food down to her belly. Just like breaking into a place. Scout out their defenses, move in when unexpected. she added in her mind. "Besides, I'm alive, and next time she's as good as dead. so what If I can't hit her without damaging myself. I'll just have to knock her out another way..." she thought out loud as she put a hand on Aurelius' shoulder. Her shadow wrapped around the boy's lower face, cutting his air supply. She held for a few seconds to demonstrate the point before letting the shadow dissolve and casually going back to her food.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren arrived in the dinning hall looking much better than after his fight. His armor was repaired and he had his hand again, though he notably was wearing a different glove. He had to hasten his recovery since he had classes shortly after his matches, math and history respectfully. He had no comment about them. He actually liked math and did fairly well with it, and even history was nice to learn, though he admittedly have very little use for it. Sure he should learn the mistakes of others in the past to make sure he doesn't reenact them, but world history wasn't really something he felt was relevant. And frankly, something he'd rather not be a part of. As Gren walked through the dinning hall he didn't go through the lunch line. He actually had another box with him, the one that he took to the Infirmary yesterday. Not the cake one, but the other one he brought but couldn't break out due to Shiro fleeing the infirmary. He had hoped that everyone could eat together but when he entered he saw Shiro eating alone. He figured that perhaps Abel was still in the line and Sapphire had to recover at the infirmary but it wasn't long before Gren found her as well, eating at the table of another group. Was she being sociable or leaving Shiro alone on purpose? Perhaps it would be better not to think too much about, but Gren wasn't really one to willfully chose ignorance. Sapphire would be responsible for her own relations he supposed. If she wants to befriend others outside of her team that that was her prerogative. Gren walked up to Shiro and waved at him. "Hello Kuhaku. Nice fight out there." Then Gren opened the box to reveal what he had brought yesterday; a miniature propane grill and cubed steaks. There was at least three pounds of the steaks in a sealed bag where they have been marinating since yesterday. Gren also brought some vegetables such as green beans, carrots, and beansprouts. Well the beansprouts were for him. He just ate them strait from the bag, throwing a few on the grill. "How do you like your meat Kuhaku?"</s>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius' eyes widened a bit as the tendrils of shadow wrapped around his neck, taking away his ability to breath. He ignored it, letting himself stay calm while his lungs cried out slightly in protest. He inhaled a bit of fresh air once she let go, frowning slightly. "You know, Diamond. I was going to buy extras. For the team. You know, being nice and all. Buuut, I don't really take kindly to weird shadows trying to steal my precious oxygen." A stern glare was given at the girl, but it softened into a smile. "But with those puppy-dog eyes, I guess I could reconsider." He made a face of slight disgust. "And as you said, I also came here to take out Grimm. Sure, combat classes are fun and all, but that Jack character was just plain cheating." He stabbed the fork violently into the macaroni over and over again. "Too fast for even a Hunter, I tell you. You people and your manipulation of reality," he said as he waved his fingers in a spooky manner. He raised the fork up again, a bit curious. "What all can you do with those shadows? Other than trying to suffocate me to death, of course."</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</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>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius clapped slowly and methodically as Diamond finished her little show of skill, descending to the table more akin to some sort of goddess rather than a teenage delinquent. He stopped clapping as she sat down to her seat, rather amused. "You know, that could come in pretty handy. Ever thought of performing a magician's show? I'd volunteer for the cutting a person in half." "I'm still trying to make the shadows last when I let go, then it would be perfect. No luck thus far. But yeah, it is pretty useful. And save for walking on air it isn't even too tiring." Diamond shrugged, "You've got a deal on that magic trick whenever you make me mad." she grinned. A chuckle was elicited from the man as he caught wind of whatever the other two at their table had been talking about. Something about their own semblances. He had no clue why the girl had joined their table, but he shrugged, letting Diamond speak to them for a few moments. He began his own little show as Sapphire graced the presences of a few other students near their table. He snapped the plastic fork in half, grinning. "Now, about my power? Well, before I show you, I'm gonna say it'll be a little gross, so if you can't handle it, what are you even doing fighting Grimm in the first place?" The bandages covering his hand slowly became unwrapped, exposing the wound, still oozing slightly beneath. The cut had been stitched up rather quickly, but expertly by the local nurse. "This is probably gonna result in me getting an infection and a lecture from a doc, but I don't really care," he said as he began to dig his other hand into the wound, showing no signs of discomfort as he pulled the sutures, ripping them rather forcefully. "Oh, and I'll need to borrow that kerchief of yours." Relieved of its stitches, the cut was deep and bleeding slightly, exposing the layers of fat and muscle and bone beneath as Aurellius grinned profusely. "Well? Wanna cap a feel? I won't blush." She watched with wonder and then some disgust as Aurelius dug into his wound. The girl was so very glad she already finished her lunch. It was OK to cleave a grimm in half. That happened fast, and it wasn't human. But Diamond could never quite stomach any scene from a surgery or something like that when it was on TV, let alone right in front of her eyes. "Ack, I would have believed you! Probably..." she shook her head, pressing the hanky on his hand. She reached under her hat and pulled a roll of sticking plaster from under it and summoned a knife with her semblance. Cutting a few butterfly stitches from it, she got to work on his wound. "Go get that fixed again, Stupid." He waved the other hand with a sigh. "Its only my hand. I promise not to do such a thing if my entire ribcage is blown out," he said as the pain slowly returned, becomming much stronger than it had before. He winced as she applied medical aid from that bottomless hat of hers. "Y'know, I could probably rip my own arm off if I was motivated enough."</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad slowly raised his hand. He wasn't exactly itching to fight a Grimm, but wanted the class to know he was willing. He was confident whatever was in that cage could be killed with relative ease… Right? Unless this was a trick! The professor just stated how he didn't feel the students held resourcefulness and knowledge very high, what better way to show them their errors then by making an example of one? There could be a Grimm that none of them would be prepared for. Whoever went up would find themselves helpless to fight back and proving professor Port's point. "Stop! You're over thinking this." He finally shook away the doubting thoughts. Even if this was just a way to prove their lack of ability, wouldn't that just spark ones desire to improve more? No matter if he was picked or not, Trad felt he was ready for anything.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom When Sangue heard that the funny-looking professor of the class would tell everyone a story, she expected a decent story. And, to her ears, it was a decent story. For Sangue lived with little to no tolerance on listening to others' tales, regardless of how idle and passive they were. They were her form of entertainment by default. She glanced at Ben, then at Trad. Her two teammates seemed… excited to raise their hands. To imitate them, she attempted to raise her hand, only to hear the familiar sound of chains quietly clattering against each other. Sangue turned to her right arm, suddenly remembering that she had a metallic link of chains instead of flesh. Blinking with her blank expression still on, she turned away from the claw "arm" and proceeded to raise her other hand. She actually did not understand what was going on due to the fact that she finally dozed off when Professor Port daringly asked the students if they were willing to face a Grimm. Needless to say, she had no reason to fear about fighting anything without weapons, regardless of whether she knew what was going on or not. "…" Sangue remained silent.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Armory Class Ivan barely managed a grunt as Indigo asked his question, apparently wrapped in both self-pity and the cleaning of his absolutely massive handgun. Instead, he vaguely gestured to where he'd disconnected the actual weapon from the gauntlet. Surfacing momentarily as the professor came in, he lowered his voice and gave the answer. "Maintenance, mostly. My power is stressful on the barrel, and I have to check constantly for warping from the focused heat. It's rare, given the type of metal I used to create Leviathan, but I've seen it happen before." Seemingly satisfied with that explanation, Ivan leaned back and kicked his feet onto the table, pulling his oversized hat down over his eyes, half listening to the teacher drone on about what to expect from the classroom. As far as he was concerned, the class hadn't started yet, and everything before that was a motivational speech, if not wasted breath. Probably both at the same time. He snickered quietly to himself, leaning back on his chair before he barely caught the mention of 'White-' out of one of the several fanus present in the room. The gunslinger managed to turn his sudden snap to attention into a badly disguised yawn, awkwardly stretching his arms over his head and nearly knocking off his ridiculously large hat in his haste. There was only one well-known organization that could garner such a drastic reaction from the most ill-timed of all Freudian slips. The White Fang. He ground his teeth almost absently at the mere mention of the name. Horrible criminals who brought harm to the innocent and masked themselves like the dirty scum that roamed the lands outside of the kingdoms. This first day just kept getting better.With his badly created veil of disinterest all but obliterated, Ivan stood bolt upright and glared around the room at the rest of the students, preparing to give his introductory speech. Even with the annoyance, anger, and new-found suspicion that smoldered behind his intensely green eyes, Ivan's introduction was laced with his signature aggravating amounts of arrogance. He tossed out the syllables simply dripping with disdain, as if this were already something the common masses learned in their childhood schooling. "My name is Ivan Oakley. I'm a damn good shot and perfectly capable engineer when it comes to projectile based weapons of all sorts, specializing in large caliber guns." He tossed a glance at the Unsubtle. "Of the more, ah, mobile variety. My semblance allows them to hit harder than they should."</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Armory, Period 4 Indi listened as Ivan described what he was doing. Yeah, that made sense. Doing weird semblance stuff to your weapon was bound to mess it up, especially if your semblance dealt with force. With that satisfying, surprisingly non-douchey response, Indi focused on the professor. The professor had so much energy, charisma, and command. The speech was rousing and reassuring. He didn't know much about engineering, one simple textbook was all he had to work with when creating Cia and Lana. He wasn't a savant or anything, he just made a real nice blade and two decent guns, but to him that was enough. At least, it was before. Now, he wanted to work hard and make something even better. Dust, that was where he was lacking. Cia and Lana didn't do much with it, he didn't even really use dust bullets. But here, he'd make more use of it. He allowed some other people to introduce themselves first, he wasn't a complete attention seeker, just mostly one. Moreover, he wanted to here the really hot chick's intro. To do that, he surprisingly listened to all the others, trying real hard not to miss her. The lion dude, Geni, said his piece, letting slip that he had a stint with the White Fang. Whoops. Even mentioning the White Fang as a faunus was risky business. Indi, personally, was fine with them. People listened to violence, why shy away from it? Besides, Faunus have been getting stomped on for awhile, it was time for them to be treated as equals. Indi looked over at Ivan to see him get pissed more. Jeez, Indi thought he was a hothead but all Ivan ever did was get mad. At least he made stupid pervy jokes in between the blind rage. Wait, was he pissed at Geni for mentioning the White Fang? That was... stupid. What the hell was wrong with Geni? He said used to, even if you have a problem with the WF he left them, why-? Indi was shaken from his thoughts as Ivan got up to introduce himself. Whatever, he'd get pissed at Ivan later. Ivan introduced himself in his typical narcissistic way, so Indi decided to follow in his footsteps and introduce himself as well. "Hey, I'm Indi. I like to kill stuff, and I'd like to think I make a good blade, though I guess I'm gonna find out if I actually do. I'm pretty sure I do, though." He said, taking a glance back up at Saph and that intimidating girl while sitting back down.</s>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Having since escaped from 'the incident' at the lunch table, Aurellius found himself slipping into classroom wearing a newly cleaned suit with all the fresh smells that came with. Splashing milk and chunks of soup didn't get along well at all. He didn't even have a chance to try some of the delectable meats, all because of some sort of heavy petting that also involved knives. With a sigh, he sat down next to the only person he recognized, of whom he was slowly growing used to. Aurellius nodded slightly, but kept silent as he ruffled his own collar, not quite satisfied with his results. In reality, he had simply tossed a coin to decide over between Armory class and this one, but in the end, tails had won its mark. He wasn't quite sure what the class was for, but 'Grimm Studies' is a bit more self explanatory than 'armory'. Of course, the man in charge of their class happened to be a prancing pony who spouted out bits of how they should all be chivalrous and blah, blah, blah. His interest only happened to be piqued as soon as the real lesson was revealed, a lesson of sharp teeth and claws. He was distracted for a few moments as he stared at the beast, some sort of lion mixed with a wolf, though the one in question happened only to be a young one. Ignoring the three other raised hands, he held his own up high, speaking with a hint of sarcasm as he waved his arm around, "Oh, sir, pick me, will you? Pleeeaase?"</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</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 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>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius had been a tad disappointed at not having chosen to fight the cougar type Grimm, but had been placated by being able to watch the fight that ensued. It was amusing to say the least. Slightly disappointing that the creature was only a youngling, it would've been certainly nice to watch a full grown one rip people to shreds. Of course, when invited to fight his own Grimm, Aurellius grinned happily. As he stood up, carrying the bulk of Ascalon on his shoulder, he stepped onto the grass five or so meters from the monster. The bovine beast was a sight to behold. His eyes widened slightly as he took it in, noticing its thick muscles and strong legs. It reminded him of those old Cowboy holo-vids he had watched as a child. Aurellius looked back to the crowd of students. "Anyone got a lasso? No? How about a red cape? Nothing?" He shrugged as he turned around, staring at the bull. Shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders, he dropped his weapon onto the ground as he stepped forwards, holding the jacket like an improvised cape. The bull snorted slightly as he waved it around, ignoring him completely. Aurellius stamped his feet, trying to get it to do something. Anything. The cow grunted in response. With a scowl, he tossed the jacket to the side and scooped up Ascalon in one quick motion, the weapon beginning to whirr as he held down the trigger. "Respond to this, asshole," Aurellius said as the minigun began to fire. The weapon began firing, explosively propelled bullets launched towards it. The two second burst collided with it, peppering its flank with bloody holes as it let out a scream of anger and began charging towards him rapidly. Having been satisfied, he threw the weapon to the side and scooped up his jacket again, running at the beast with fervor. He stopped on the drop of a dime, spinning slightly as the bull charged through his feint, going past his flipping jacket and stopping itself, nostrils expunging air as it suddenly stared at him. Aurellius stayed still for a moment before suddenly backing up, tempting the Grimm to charge at him again, only to be halted by a step to the side as he positioned himself next to his weapon. He flipped a switch as he grabbed it, the gun transforming into a lance as the bull passed him again, only to be on the receiving end of a quick stab. It roared with pain as he penetrated its thick leather, grinning as he dug it in deep before pulling out to avoid being gored by its horns. He stabbed at it again, cursing as the tip of his lance glanced off the beast. He backed off just in time as its sharp horns flew inches past his face. He turned and flipped another switch, activating the jets on his pack. The bull screamed yet again as fiery red dust covered it as Aurellius was launched away. Spinning in midair, he landed ten meters away, stopping himself and flipping the Grimm off. It snorted angrily and charged yet again, and Aurellius responded with something stupid. He pole-vaulted it. His weapon dug into the soil as Aurellius flipped over the head of the Sitting Bull, landing backwards on it with a grunt as the beast sent Ascalon flying. With no hesitation, he turned around, hands wrapping around its horns and his thighs clamping tight. It bucked, legs kicking backwards as he held on, letting out a whooping sound as he let go with one hand, waving it around as the beast began kicking. With a grin, his semblance activated, any pain in his body trickling away as he grabbed onto the Sitting Bull's left horn. Aurellius began pulling with all of his strength, ignoring both the popping sounds coming from his muscles and the bull's new cries of pain. With a horrible ripping sound, its horn was pulled out of the socket, blood spurting out of the newly created hole as the bull screamed more. Flipping the horn around in his hand, Aurellius brought it down on the beast's neck. Its scream cut to a gurgle as a large gash was opened in its jugular. Aurellius kept on stabbing, the beast's bucks slowing down until it finally collapsed, blood pumping weakly from the newly created holes. Aurellius hopped off of its back, hands bloody. "Well. That certainly was fun, I'm gonna keep this as a souvenir if nobody minds," he said, holding up the horn.</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's started to hurt after made line after line, erase after erase. He was finally able to create a concept for a weapon, it as a gauntlet that encased the whole arm, from the shoulder down to the finger tips. The weapon was adorned with claws on the finger tips and a blade that was placed at a 45 degree angle on the forearm. Geni had planed to have the weapon utilize Dust, but his knowledge on the subject was lacking, unfortunately, this was the class that he was supposed to learn about it, and he had wasted it away with his "antics". Geni jumped a little in his seat when the bell for the next class sounded. Thank God., Geni mumbled to himself. The class felt like it was running a little long. Geni stuffed his drawing in his pocket and walked quickly out of class. P.E. was next on the agenda for Geni, a thing that he was all to familiar with. Although Geni was not very muscular, he was lean, and he did have the 6-pack that he assumed the ladies liked. Unfortunately, it was hard to impress the ladies because the most likely had it also, everyone hunter in the school probably had one, there would be no impressing people in that class. Before Geni could walk into PE, he quickly through Ragnorok in his locker and ran to the dorm room to change quickly. He wore a simple white workout T-shirt that conformed comfortably to Geni's body. He then out on a simple matching white shorts. To top it all o he grabbed his white sneakers and ankle socks and made his way into the gym. Geni peaked his head past the gym door. It was a pretty large room, perfect for running around and playing all kinds of sports, even the made up ones. Geni took a tentative step inside before quickly walking inside and finding a spot near the top of bleachers. "Hope this isn't on of those work out classes." he mumbled to himself as pulled out his now wrinkled drawing and examined it and his handy work.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Being picked out for the last fight in Grimm studies, Diamond took it as a warm up for the PE to follow. The raptor like creature looked dangerous, but she observed one other thing on top of what the grimm's weaknesses were: The professor was going easy on them. First an inexperienced wendigo, a cub that would succumb to anger too easily. Then a sitting bull without it's pack. A broodling without an Ariadne. She figured it was a safe bet the Itzamna would be out of it's element too. After letting it go on the offensive for a little while, she noticed the weakspot was the creature's back, it's tail too massive to react in time and forearms too short to block her blow. Using her semblance to first gain an altitude advantage, she quickly molded her shadow into the shape of a good ol' baseball bat and knocked the monster out with a single blow, theatrically gifting it back to the Professor to use in another class. Never let it be said she wasn't efficient. She was wondering about the PE class. It seemed like the best pick of those offered to her, but she hoped it wouldn't be all ball games. She'd rather weights or even better martial arts were involved. Stopping by in the dorm to pick up a more proper attire than a coat and heels, she headed for the changing room next to the gym. She chose simple black shorts and a sleeveless crop top that revealed maybe a tad more than she liked, but it was easiest to move around. And something to reveal there was. What the coat and bell pants managed to hide perfectly was a fairly well trained figure gained by years climbing ledges, jumping rooftops, or killing her time with a punching bag. Finishing up by putting on a pair of sneakers, she strolled into the gym. Nodding a hello to the only student inside, one she didn't remember from the previous class, she went to do her warm ups. She notices she should ahve tied her ponytail into a bun, as it started swinging wildly around in a flurry of red.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armoury ==> Physical Education Professor Chatsworth didn't make any more comment on Sapphire's excuse for why she'd not returned to class on time. Sapphire decided to take this as a sign that he believed her, regardless if he didn't he wasn't planning on busting her this moment. Sapphire spent the rest of class sketching out ideas for a handheld clamp that could secure itself to a wall in a tenth of a second and detach just as quickly. It also needed to fit in the palm of her hand as well as being able to support two hundreds pounds, to be on the safe side and any sort of shock force that might be applies to it without falling off the wall. As the bell rang Oswald, her opponent from Combat class approached her laughing about how she'd seen his semblance before there rematch. Sapphire had taken note of the way he'd vanished and reappeared in the middle of the conflict that had seized the class. Of course seeing a semblance and understanding it were too very different things. "My first instinct would have been to call it teleportation, but that is skill useful in close combat yet you didn't use it so it must be something different. You relocated too fast for it to be invisibility. That of course leaves augmented speed. There something special about it though, if you could move that fast in normal action you would have kicked my ass at the sparring matches. No my guess is... what? It allows you to cover long distances very quickly but its got some sort of minimum distance so using it close up is useless right? Well how'd I do?" As she spoke Sapphire was packing up her sketchbook as well as her weapons in preparation for the next class, she was pretty sure she'd enlisted in Physical Education. Survival hadn't really held any appeal for her and it wasn't like she really needed Practice. Sapphire just hoped that it wouldn't just be work outs every class. While she didn't mind a bit of muscle building every now and again too much wasn't good for her. A lot of muscles meant that reflexes would be lowered just having to use it all. Her arms and legs despite being more powerful wouldn't move as quickly. On the whole she was hoping that PE would involve some unarmed combat, or perhaps parkour. Sapphire didn't give much thought to what Oswald would think of her walking out of a conversation but she found herself not thinking it over too much. "I gotta get to class Oswald, see you later." She walked out the door. Sapphire's current attire wasn't really suited to gym class. It was flashy and functional during a fight but for PE shouldn't want something that was a little looser. She stopped by her dorm room grabbing a set of gym appropriate clothing before using the girl's locker room to change. She came out wearing comfy running shoes, a pair of skin tight sweats and a tank top that showed off her figure. Not that she was trying, they were just the most function exercise wear she'd brought with her. The only thing from her normal outfit that Sapphire kept wearing was the green bandanna around her neck and the white gloves that hid the scars on her arms. The overall effect was a less severely looking Sapphire somewhat lacking in her natural effect to make someone think she wanted them dead if they looked at her. Of course she still had a scathing glare on her face but otherwise she looked like a totally different girl as she started a pre workout set of Sun Salutations her coach had taught her, modified to reduce pressure on her damaged rib.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amy Desire, PE: Fortunately, there was enough time between Armory and PE for Amy to change. Still not enough to go by her dorm, but enough to grab her gym clothes out of her locker, hurtle into a bathroom stall, and change quickly. Out of the cutoff jeans and into athletic shorts. To be honest, didn't make that much of a difference in how much of her was covered, but it had other benefits. Not the least of which was looking halfway normal. Well, as normal as any half-Faunus that looked like Amy in exercise clothes could look. Speaking of a lack of normalcy... Amy recognized that flurry of red hair. And quite a lot of the rest of that woman. "Diamond Frost. Imagine... seeing you here." The glance that went once over her entire body was almost imperceptible.</s>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius Bellum - PE Aurellius was very saddened at the fact that the Standing Bull's horn had evaporated, leaving him with burning muscles and a ruined pride. Well, his pride wasn't ruined in the slightest, but it was still kind of depressing how his trophy was gone. He had gone so far as to harm his system to get something out of it, but to have said prize just dissipate wasn't what he had aimed for. The muscles in his armed ached a fair bit, he suspected a bit of ripping, but it really didn't matter. The pain always went away. After finishing watching Diamond beat the shit out of a velociraptor, Aurellius stood up from his cross legged seat on the grass like most of the people when the bell rung loudly. With a thumbs up to Diamond as he left, he sighed as he rounded a corner. Aurellius had noticed the few looks given to him when he surprised them with his semblance. He could've easily killed the bull with a stream of lead, but of course, he had to take it the theatrical way. Not that he didn't like that way, it was certainly a better way than nothing, but man did his arms hurt. It took Aurellius around five minutes to get changed in preparation for Physical Education. He settled for a light blue on grey jogging suit, stowing away Ascalon on his way there. The clothing of course was made of very fine material. On arrival to PE, he noticed Diamond had gotten there first, along with a few he only slightly recognized. Not hiding his lucrative stares at the womanfolk, he spoke up. "Top of the morning to you ladies and gents. I hadn't thought PE would be Co-Ed, but who am I to complain about the show?"</s>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate When it came to moving through thick crowds, Abel was always on edge. It was never easy for a big guy to mill around with others, with so many feet to step on heads to knock into, and overall embarrassment to be head. It reminded him of moving through the storehouse back in Pallisade—the 'world of cardboard', as his mom had nicknamed it. He had to exercise extra self-control, or crush something that he might really need. As a result, he was content to let the other students flow around him, and ended up almost last in the lunch line. After arriving at the front, however, he discovered the stifling wait to be worth it. He pored through the salad bar, selecting plentiful lettuce, tomato, ham, bell pepper, olive, cheese, egg, and some savory sauce. One carton of white milk and a smaller carton of grape juice would serve to wet his whistle, and he picked up some mashed potatoes on the side. He paid the cashier at the end of the buffet with a forty dollars, thinking to stock up his account so that he wouldn't have to rummage through his wallet every day. Of course, that meant that he had less than five dollars for miscellaneous expenditures, so he'd have to be careful. The armor of Gren Orchid was easy to spot across the cafeteria. He made a beeline for his table, and as he approached he observed that Shiro was there as well. Setting his heaped salad on the table, he stepped over the bench and seated himself. A tiny bottle of sanitizer was produced from a pocket in his jacket, which he used while eying his teammate's mini-grill and the mouth-watering morsels of meat cooking atop it. "You're crazy-prepared," he said matter-of-factly, seemingly forgetting a proper greeting. He recalled the last time he had seen Gren in motion, and while Shiro's fight had been rendered hazier by all the fights that followed it, its memory remained strong in Abel's mind. Shiro himself seemed very happy; perhaps the steaks had something to do with it. His infectious smile encouraged Abel to speak. "Excellent showin' in first period! I'm not really the kind of guy to be dishin' out compliments, but both of you did very well. Kinda bums me out that I was the only one who technic'lly lost." The sanitizer bottle vanished into his coat, and he peeled open his milk carton. "I wasn't really fightin' serious, though. Next time Robert won't get off so easy." He was halfway through a combined forkful of lettuce, tomato, and egg when his eyes widened; he had forgotten something. After finishing chewing, he set the fork aside and closed his eyes. Through the tumult of chatter present in the cafeteria no words could be heard, but his lips were clearly moving. It wasn't long before he resumed eating. "What did you think of math? Fullbuster's a pretty sweet name, but he was so...uninspiring. Took me about ten minutes to get my head on straight and start workin' through that packet." The juice box was emptied in one fell swoop. He gave it a disappointed look, clearly unhappy with its capacity, but quickly turned his attention back to the others. Abel suddenly realized that Swansong was down a member, with Sapphire was nowhere to be seen. Not knowing if she was here doing her vanishing trick or not, he nevertheless couldn't get too concerned about it. Whether she was off in the infirmary, still getting food, or maybe with others, Abel much preferred her off doing her own thing than being here stifling him. With Shiro and Gren he felt a sort of kinship, but Sapphire had closed herself off from any of that. Still, her fight with the shield-toting Oswald had been impressive considering her injuries.</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>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</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> <\|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>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria ==> Armoury Before Gren or Abel had a chance to either accept Sapphire to the table or tell her to take a hike the bell rang. She sighed, Sapphire had had enough of her previous meal that she wouldn't be too hungry and if she was she had a couple of seal snacks stashed inside her violin case. "I suppose I'll see you guys after class. Fuzzball, work on the landing, you're coming down too hard." Sapphire left the lunch room. Her next class was Armory which she considered would be a lot more interesting than Grimm Studies. With enough firepower Grimm went down eventually no matter their weaknesses and strengths so the class the dealt with creating that firepower took precedent for her. She had no need to go to her room for her bag, so far there wasn't anything to put in it. If she'd attended History or Math no doubt she'd have textbooks for those subjects but Armory seemed to be a hands on class so extra baggage wasn't really necessary. When Sapphire arrived at the classroom she scanned the crowd taking inventory of who was present. She saw Oswald, her opponent from the ring, Gren from her own team and she cursed her luck but Shiro was also there. She couldn't think why he'd take this class, he didn't have the grey matter left over to visualize schematics. As Sapphire continued to survey the crowd he eyes caught on someone at the back. A girl with startlingly red hair that seemed to merge into feathers, a faunus no doubt but that wasn't what pulled Sapphire's attention. The azure haired girl's heart beat faster watching the way she was sitting, shoulders hunched, head down. Sapphire blinked once and she could see her sister Cecily sitting like that on the days that Janus came home from a mission, hoping not to be noticed. Sapphire blinked again and the image was gone. The girl was simply trying to avoid being noticed most likely by the teacher. Sapphire personally thought the way she was sitting drew more attention to her but then again that was likely only to Sapphire who looked for that kind of thing. The seat next to the girl was as good a place as any to sit. Sapphire walked slowly but deliberately over to the feathered girl and took a seat next to her. Her appearance certainly was an interesting one, she had on a leather collar round her neck and the rest of her clothing was... immodest to say the least, past that however she was pretty if not for her taste in clothing she would have appeared respectable. Sapphire considered that her choice of dressing was saying something that not a lot of people could hear but she reconsidered asking about it. It wasn't really her problem or her business. As Sapphire sat down she removed both of her shotguns from her back. They were arranged in such a way that she couldn't sit down comfortably with them still holstered. Sapphire placed them on the desk in front of her. She glanced sidelong at he desk partner for a moment before saying, "Nice feathers."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro fidgeted in his seat, he was restless and wanted the class to get started. Constantly looking around and moving, he watched as the class quickly filled up. Tail wagging excitedly, he beamed as he recognized a few familiar faces. However, his enthusiasm was cut into slightly when he noticed Sapphire coming into the class. He would have to remember to continue giving her a wide berth, which was sad when you thought about it seeing how she was supposed to be his leader. Sadly, as he continued to scan the room, he didn't see Abel. He must've had a different class for this period. Shiro wasn't all too comfortable with the inevitable separation of him and his team, but he had to remember that this was a school. They weren't always all going to be together. Besides, he was rather used to being alone. Having friends- His line of thought was interrupted as he took notice of a specific person in the room. Sniffing at the air, a low rumbling growl reverberated in his throat and chest as the scent boiled his blood. Pupils narrowing into thin, black slits his vision locked onto a particular avian Faunus sitting hunched over. She seemed to be trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible, but Shiro caught onto her presence rather quickly thanks to Sapphire. He remembered that he was still hungry. For some reason he couldn't explain, his mind was focused on one word. "Prey.." He almost started to bare his fangs. In the bulk of the school, there were far too many students with different scents clashing and mixing with each other that it sometimes proved difficult for Shiro to navigate the school. Thankfully, he had his Scroll to help keep him on track and direct him to where he needed to go and distract him. But here, in the classroom where there were only 30-40 students, scents were easier to detect. Making it easy for Shiro to sort out other Humans from Faunus. Specifically Faunus he didn't quite view as other living creatures, but as food or enemies. Slowly rising from his seat, he had a near uncontrollable urge to lunge across the classroom and sink his fangs into the female avian Faunus. It was at that moment that someone had taken a seat next to him and made a comment on his weapons that he snapped back to reality. Blinking, he shook his head and settled back into his seat. "Woah, what was that? Come on now, Shiro, she's another student. Not...food." Looking at the student who sat next to him, he smiled and- His smile froze as he realized who had spoken to him. From the look and smell of him, the guy was a Lion Faunus. He was sitting next to him now, absolutely wonderful. Trying his best not to let it show, his smiling face soured into a neutral expression. Gritting his fangs, he pressed his lips shut tightly. He didn't quite like Lion Faunus types. He didn't have very many pleasant experiences with Lion Faunus before in the past. Typically, all Lion Faunus were the same to him. Arrogant and overly confident to the point of driving others away with their overbearing personalities. Something about being Kings and Queens of the more arid regions of the world. Whenever he would run into a Lion Faunus, they would typically make some snide remark about his Tiger Faunus lineage. Something about the Kings and Queens of the Jungle versus those of the Desert. Though Shiro may not have had a hateful bone in his body, he still had his prejudices. From no fault of his own, just from prior personal experience. "Th-thank you, your weapons are very.." He glanced at the Lion boy's weapons and couldn't help but think they were rather garish and gaudy. "Interesting too." he finished. Sighing, he sat rigidly in his chair, staring at his desk. This class was going to test him, he knew it. He couldn't wish for the class to start any harder than he was at that moment. Once he could start working on his equipment, he could distract himself and keep from potentially causing issues with the other students in the class. He would have to restrain himself, he thought as he glanced at the...interestingly dressed Avian Faunus. Ears drooping and tail lazily sweeping at the floor behind him, he was hoping to enjoy his time here at Beacon, not raise his blood pressure. Maybe the Lion faunus sitting next to him wasn't like the others. He would have to be sure to make friends with the feathered Faunus girl too, so that he could see her as a comrade and fellow student instead of lunch. He could only hope. If there was one thing Beacon did for him, it was sure good at making Shiro hope. He smirked and chuckled once to himself at the irony of the school's name.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel finished off the rest of his lunch, ignoring the commotion involving Priscilla and Rayna. It didn't involve him, so there wasn't much of a need to get involved. Shortly afterward, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. As he left the table to head to his next class, he took a moment to remember what his next class was, then remembered it was the Armory class. Probably one of the few classes that wouldn't be boring. As he entered the Armory class, he noticed quite a few familiar faces. Shiro, his sparring partner from earlier, and some others from earlier as well. He picked some unoccupied spot in the middle of the class and then made himself comfortable as he waited for the class to begin. He wasn't the type to come on early, but he figured that perhaps this would be one of the more interesting classes. After all, how could an Armory class be boring?</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad still didn't have an appetite, but ate what he could while he could. Leaving Ben and Amy to do the talking, Trad simply gave Sarina a nod as he got up for the bell. "Hold on," Trad quickly tossed his food and caught up to Ben and Sangue. "Grimm studies is my next class as well." It was a quiet walk down the hall. Ben was focused on finding the right room and Sangue was…Well, still being Sangue. Eventually they reached the room and Ben took a seat in the front row. Without a thought Trad followed and sat next to him, but noticed Sangue being hesitant. There were all nervous about this, but she seemed even more so, and sitting in the front row wouldn't really help with that at all. Trad stood up and let her take his seat next to Ben and Trad took the one next to her. He hoped having her in-between teammates and not next to a stranger would help calm her. When she moved almost right next to Ben, Trad couldn't help but wonder if they knew each other better than he thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Indigo Kafka As Indi stared at Saph intently, waiting to hear her response, the bell rang, destroying any hope of getting a good lunch. A groan of annoyance left his mouth, and he got up to leave the lunch room. Saph took her leave, saying she'd see them after class, not bothering to answer his question. "I'll keep you to that." He said, obviously out of her hearing range. He wanted to confirm his win, even though he was about 90% sure he had already won. He was quite surprised she was even a leader, literally everyone else on the team seemed like a better choice. Maybe Ozpin was just stupid or something, who knows? Indi left the cafeteria alone. His team was gone, and he didn't feel like talking to others right now. He only had two girls on his mind; Cia, and Lana. Maybe a brother or sister, too. That reminded him, he had an idea for a dust sword. Well, whatever, he'd deal with it in class. He'd need to actually learn more than the basics first if he wanted to craft something more complex than the Hatchet-SMG combo he had on him. When he got to the classroom, he took a look around at the students who had gotten there. Ivan was there, Shiro, Geni, someone who's name started with a D, Danny, he thought. Saph was there too, sitting next to an incredibly attractive woman in immensely flattering clothing. His face got red for about the fifteenth time that day, and he gulped. He hadn't seen this girl before, he definitely would have remembered her face. And body, jeez, that body... He was not sitting next to Saph, he could confront her after class. Right now he needed an asshole to get him back in the mood to be better than others. He sat down next to Ivan. "Hey dude, what's up?" He asked, unclipping his weapons from his waistline and placing them on the desk to investigate where to improve.</s>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid This disturbance has gone for quite longer than Gren had hoped. He largely ignored Geni and his slip about his past. It didn't matter to him, but it seemed to have an affect on others, include Geni himself. And it did not help that others seemed to want some sort of conflict to occur from Geni's slip. Gren wanted nothing to do with it... Until Sapphire chose to involve herself. At least the worse Shiro does is make a fool of himself. But Gren knew Sapphire was walking into trouble, and Gren would have to ensure that this trouble ended quickly. Though he didn't want to involve himself this was no time to sit idly by. Gren stood up and turned towards the two loud mouths. "Enough. Take your conflicts out of this class. You're no use to Beacon holding into that hatred." Of course Gren knew this was never so simple. Once the White Fang was brought up it was only a matter of time before violence occurred. At least Gren wouldn't allow himself to be caught off guard. He wished he could have at least started on that weapon's project, but alas...</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Class Daniel couldn't even get one iota of relaxation in this classroom. All this talk about the White Fang and terrorists and Grimm... it was enough to drive anyone insane. Even though Daniel had no desire to get involved, he couldn't just let this ignorant punk run his mouth off like that, even after Amaranth tried to defuse the situation. Jumping out of his seat, he casually strolled up to Ivan, his arms already set ablaze as a result of his Semblance. "A lot of people say that a dog's bark is worse than his bite, and I'd say that it's true for you as well," Daniel said. "Sure, the White Fang aren't the good guys in the world, but you honestly expect humans to be any better? Humans are just as capable of the things that the White Fang have done." Daniel's hair turning blonde from his Semblance, he continued, "You sound like you've never seen what a human could do. How a human strips away a Faunus' pride, beats him bloody and senseless, even uses him as a shield to take the blow from someone else." Daniel's eyes had a deep sense of pain within them, showing the truth for anyone who looked within them. Daniel then attempted to grab Ivan by his shirt and bring him close to his face. "If anything, humans are the true animals. You speak so mighty from such a weak, one-sided position." Daniel then dropped him onto a seat, saying, "Follow her advice and stay down." The seemingly most ironic thing about what Daniel had said was that he himself was a human, yet he was saying all those things about humans. Daniel then walked back to his seat to try to get on with the class.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Aaaaaand there it was, the shit hitting the fan. The outright arguing was bad enough, but when Daniel grabbed Ivan, Oswald was there literally instantly. Daniel didn't hit the kid, thankfully, but that was enough. Pointing at Gren, he started speaking. "Alright, everybody. My good friend here tried to get you to calm your tits before everything went to hell, but clearly we're close to the point of no return. It's over. You wanna fight, you do it later. Or should I remind you morons that my team leader has a tank parked at the back of this room, and that I'm carrying enough Dust to level half this building?" Lowering his hand, which he had pointed at Unsubtle, Oswald exhaled, releasing his pent-up tension. "Professor, I missed the last few comments you made about Dust. It wouldn't do well for me to forget anything important about Dust." Smiling as he said the last phrase, Oswald looked between all of the offending parties, hoping the professor would intervene and stop any further arguments. One thing was certain, and that was that Beacon was interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Immediately, both Faunas and Human choose sides, and some remained neutral. Sapphire, Amy, Daniel and some other students took up Geni's side. Amy and Sapp tried to either calm him down, or assure him. Either way they wanted him to come to his sense and make a decision. Next thing he new Ivan was making his defense. And everything he said was true, absolutely true. He understood the fact that he would never be forgiven, that be could never truly turn over a new leaf, and that was the reason he was hear. If he could not change, then he would fight for a cause that both humans and Faunas dealt with, and that was fighting Grimm. Unfortunately, that man did not see it that way, and he did not care to explain to him anyway. "Do you think I don't know that. I did not come here to change. I can here to fight for something that affected all of us." He yelled angrily his hands balled into fights. Geni was ready to deck the guy, even if he had a kid that could teleport, that was easy to deal with. "Always a terrorist huh." He said darkly. "Well then, let me show you how a terrorist fight." He yelled as he jumped onto the desk and crossed the room by jumping from desk to desk in seconds. As he passed by his own weapon he crouched down, grabbed it of the desk, and spring back up into the air. Holding Ragnorok with a two hand grip, he held the blade over his head as he was in the air and brought the blade down onto Ivan's head firing a shot as he did, making the blade fall harder. "Let your team leader bring out his tank, I'll still take it down!" He yelled as he jumped from desk to desk"</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was not one to get involved in fighting that she did not start, but she also couldn't let Geni get expelled before Mokuren could kill him. She had a gripe with him that far surpassed the petty dispute about wither or not he worked to free Faunus from human tyranny. So, when the shit started to hit the fan she stood up silently and moved over to the group of people that where shouting. That said, there was no way she could stop him with Sarasagi when he leapt into action and prepared to crush the guy's head with his sword, the gunshot going off and making it even more unstoppable. Which is exactly how Mokuren liked her attacks. With unnaturally lithe grace, Mokuren sprang from where she was standing and managed to arrive in front of Ivan - who was not exactly innocent in this and would get a clout later from the fox girl - and prepared her Semblance to reflect the incoming attack. The idea that it would be Geni taking the hit if anyone was not one that entered Mokuren's mind, she was just trying to stop some guy getting murdered. And hopefully the impact of a sword strike would be less lethal than an actual sword strike.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - Armory He growled at the scantily clad woman through gritted teeth. "I was minding my own business, and I hadn't said a word against the guy that suddenly decided that some eye contact was enough to get his widdle feelings hurt. Then he asked for my opinion. I gave it. F**king simple if you ask me." Ivan was about to get in Daniel's face when the latter grabbed him by the collar, balling his hands into fists that he kept rigidly by his side. His venomous insult was cut down before it could begin by the suddenly there Oswald and his rather intimidating bulk. After a moment of simple staring, he slapped Daniel's hand down and away before giving his response in a much more controlled tone of voice. "If you think that I was talking about all Fanus when I mentioned an extremist group, you're more racist than anyone else here, swordsman." He glared out from behind Oswald's shoulder."I don't care what race they are. If they are criminals then they must be stopped." He glanced up at the man with the teleporting semblance and seemingly thought about something rude to say before the gunslinger held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "Fine. I've said my piece, I'll stop talking now." He had turned his back on the terrorist when he struck, a growl growing in his throat as the other man charged him. It died nearly instantly when Mokuren stepped in to intercept the blade, and panic instead overtook the gunslinger.There was a desperate scream of "No!" as the blade came down. Some unrelated girl was about to get sliced in half because of this prick's hurt feelings. Ivan moved without thinking. As Geni's slash came down, he pushed the fox-girl aside with all his might, drawing his arm across in a horizontal line as he activated his semblance to attempt to utilize whatever dust was bursting inside that blade to knock it aside. When the shot came to augment the falling blow, the bullet instead transferred all its additional force to the right side of the barrel, forcing the blade to differ from its originally intended course of Ivan's, then Mokuren's, head.</s>	<\|message\|>Indigo Kafka "Eh. Not really." Indi said to Ineko, after he sat down from his introduction. Then Shiro... exploded. That was the only way to say it. Girl troubles, he assumed, though that may have been him projecting a bit. Then, Sapphire was a bitch again, followed by some other chick taking her side. What the hell was wrong with her, did she hate Shiro that much? And that other girl with the reflect-y thing, why was she siding with Saph when it was obvious she was just making fun of Shiro and trying to get him out of the classroom because of the embarrassment of association. Honestly he didn't care who you were paired with, as long as you were nice and fought well. Sapphire With that slow rage bubbling, Indi turned back to his teacher. Dust! Yes, dust, he needed to know this stuff for his cool flame sword. He whipped out his Scroll and began vigorously typing, trying to gather all the info on dust he could. He wasn't as quick at typing as he was hurriedly jotting down his notes in his special brand of unreadable writing, but he now that he had a Scroll, it was a better option just to type. It was readable, transferable, and if he got better, faster. Then, Geni stood up, completely interrupting the teacher and breaking Indi's utter concentration on dust, and all dust related things. With and angered sigh he turned to face Geni and listen to what he said. Yes, violence, that was how you got people to listen! Then... she tried to get Geni to stop, doing her trademark "best verbal defense is a verbal offense" shtick with Ivan as the victim once again. Then Ivan said so many wrong things it wasn't even funny. Was he that much of an idiot? Indi was saddened that he was paired with such a moron. The new girl tried to defuse the situation, with some help from Gren. That was before Dan decided essentially bully Ivan into standing down. Oswald did more of the same, smartly (in Indi's opinion) siding with neither party. Ivan stated his... surprisingly sensible piece. He brought up a great point, Geni started it, and Dan was making way to many assumptions. He agreed some humans were assholes, but he wasn't an asshole. At least, regarding Human-Faunus relations. Then Geni did the unforgivable and completely dishonorable. He attacked a surrendered opponent. This was a petty squabble, to be settled in a duel. Not a war where guerilla tactics were acceptable. Before Indi could step in though, that other fox faunus lady stepped in. She was the... what was she? He must have missed her match. Didn't matter, though, Ivan stepped in and tried to take the hit, to which Indi though he was an idiot. He quickly projected a barrier in front of his teammate, not realizing that the blade was moving in his direction now.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival Oswald paid careful attention to the professor, who explained that they would be teleporting somewhere else. That came as a massive shock to him. In his life, he'd never heard of anybody other than him being able to teleport- and now the entire class would be doing it? Oswald couldn't help but feel a bit cheated: this was his domain, had been since he discovered his semblance. The fact that it was only in one specific place, and presumably lead to another specific place, was only a small comfort as he watched the other students head into the portal. He wondered how many would be disoriented. The first time he'd used his semblance, he almost passed out from the sudden change in perspective. After a few students went through, Oswald decided that this was his time to go. Tightly gripping the screw in his hand, he counted down from ten in his mind. At three, he started moving. At two, he tossed the screw through the portal. At one, he leapt through the window. His eyes blurred for a short moment, but other than that, he was fine. Walking over to the professor, Oswald couldn't hide his curiosity. "What...was that? I've never heard of anybody but me being able to teleport, and...we all just did it. This is weird." He still wasn't sure of what to think, but for now, he'd keep his less pleasant feelings to himself. No point in getting bothered about it.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Physical Education Sapphire took in a couple gulps of air trying to steady her breathing and the shaking of her body when someone stopped. At first she assumed it was some worried soul about to offer her help. She'd likely accept grudgingly and shrug them off after they helped her to her feet. That was before she realized who it was that stopped. Ivan, she couldn't stand the sight of his face and in all likely hood he'd only stopped because she'd been running directly in front of him and her collapse had impeded his ability to move forward. Sapphire heard him ask tentatively if she needed help but what spoke to her a hundred times louder was the fact that he was staying just out of her weapons range. Some much for a good Samaritan. She didn't want his help no matter if she needed it or not. It had been a minute or so since she'd stopped running and the pain in her chest has eased significantly. She got to her feet slowly testing her body to make sure that it was functional. "I'm fine, you're losing the race." She said giving him a look that would scare a dragon. She clapped him on the shoulder. "Next time you want to help someone be more concerned for their safety less that they want to hurt you. That form of self preservation is not an attractive quality in anyone let alone a hunter." After she was done speaking Sapphire pushed off of Ivan's shoulder giving her a burst of speed. Her rib still hurt like hell but anger superseded pain allowing her to catch up to most of the group just before they reached the finish line. She can in just behind most of the class but she was content in the knowledge that Ivan at least had gotten a worse time then she had.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Survival Daniel took his time getting to his Survival class, using his Scroll to guide him. Upon reaching the class, while noting that there were already quite a few students who had arrived, he immediately started wandering the class. The old weapons, the cans which were filled with some unknown substances, the guy strumming a guitar, they were all not what he had been expecting. Then again, there was a lot in this school he hadn't been expecting. Still, it wasn't exactly unpleasant. He walked over to the cans, wondering what could possibly be inside them. Deciding not to examine them more closely, he then went over to the pile of old weapons and wondered what they were here for. Some of them didn't seem like they could be used for their original purposes anymore. He then walked over to the cans, wondering what could possibly be inside them. Then came the announcement that class was starting. The teacher explained that they would be jumping out a window to teleport to some unknown location, then jumped out of it himself, leaving no trace of him. Daniel, curious, wondered where that would lead. He grabbed a screw and waited his turn to go, then took a running start before throwing the screw in and jumping in head first, whooping as he did. Rolling on the ground to make a quick recovery, he quickly and smoothly got up from the ground. Well, this was certainly an interesting experience. Perhaps he could actually have some fun with this. He also wondered what those green rocks were for.</s> <\|message\|>Żywie Stal Sarina Tala Dei Sarina could care less about Grimm studies. After all it was a simple class to her and missing a day wouldn't affect her. Though she wondered what she could do now… Sarina walked down the hallway to enter her dorm room which was entirely to herself. She sat down on her couch. Her mind was in state of nothingness. As time passed by she lied down on her couch to eventually going to sleep. -- Sarina Tala Dei - Survival Waking from her nap, Sarina realized she was going to be late for Combat Practice. It did not stress her out; so long she arrives to class. With her weapons by her side she traveled to Survival arriving late as Vorosky. Sarina knew the drill. Broken window, teleport… she did this before last year. She grabbed an industrial screw and jumped through the window going into the teleport…feet first, a mistake she made during her first year. I hope no one is in front of me as she made the same mistake again. Yet as she got out of the teleport she noticed a man directly in front of the teleporter. She yelled "watch out" and her quick thinking came. She immediately unsheathed Arbiter and threw it to the ground sticking into the grass the blade just a few inches away from Daniels back. As she descended she used the hilt of Arbiter as a pedestal as one of her feet landed on the hilt of her sword and then immediately placed her other foot upon Daniels left shoulder. Nonchalantly Sarina said "Glad my feet didn't collide with your head? If it did, you'd be like the guy from last year who had to stay bedridden for a week." Monotonously she said "Sarina, assistant of Goodwitch. You must be Daniel."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Once her turn arrived, Sepia launched herself from her starting position with as much speed as possible, hoping that the extra momentum would make some of the obstacles a little easier. The first log was no problem, and Sepia didn't have as much difficulty with the pull-up bar as some of the other students did, but the balance beam proved to be more of an issue. When swinging herself up onto the thicker log part, her tail got snagged on something, costing her a few seconds to get it free. Once standing, she ran down the logs and over the jumps easily. When she got to the wall, Sepia pulled herself up and over, noting how the edge pulled up on her shorts. "I guess ditching the skirt was a good idea after all." The rest of the course went by mostly uneventfully, and Sepia thought that having to get over the few logs right in a row was kind of fun, actually. As she started sliding back down the rope, however, it slipped out of her grip and she landed on her rear. Hard. Hoping that no one had noticed, she quickly jumped up and walked back to where the other students who had finished and the professors were waiting. "Ouchouchouch."</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Darn it... how could the professor just see her fro- well she wasn't that far from her but still. Priscilla bit her bottom lips blushing a bit as the professor called her out. She was going to be in a lot of trouble that just happens when you are late to class. "My excuse...? I don't have one.. I was just... I g- wasn't paying much attention to the bell and I ran to the bathroom to change before coming here. Well, I didn't exactly change, I just changed my shoes to a comfortable one for the obstacle course and stuff." Priscilla spoke nervously, now going to the front of the line. She had no boyfriend to begin with, well Robert wasn't really her boyfriend but she wanted him to be. Priscilla turned her head noticing Robert giving her the thumbs up, she smile at him knowing that he will always have her back on everything and that was just the reason why she was so attracted to him. "Okay, okay. I'm going.. don't need to be mean...gosh." Priscilla tied her hair up to a ponytail, now running to the obstacle course first jumping the log, successful now heading to the other obstacle course jumping and grabbing onto the pole trying to get herself up, but couldn't because of her wearing a skirt. Her body fell, falling down on her back while looking up at the pole, sighing. She failed. Now to hear the professor scream at her, the others laughing and Robert probably laughing.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Out of all things, a portal was not something Sangue expected to confront. Though her surprised remained hidden behind her stoic face, her stiffened body could at least send hints that she had second thoughts about jumping through a portal. At the very least, throwing the piece of metal that now rested in her free hand seemed harmless for her standards. After all, she flung around a piece of metal that was literally attached to her, so she did not feel unfamiliar with the idea. With that said, Sangue mindlessly threw her nail into the portal before jumping in… …only to land on the ground face-flat, her claw digging into the grass as it dangled behind her. The woman struggled to get up, using her only arm to pry herself shakily off of the ground. It took her a few seconds to notice that the Apophis Claw awkwardly extended itself, remaining still on the ground. Blinking with her barely open and unscarred eye, Sangue retracted the claw back to her shoulder, turning back to pay attention to the class she now attended in. Things seemed awkward so far. It was to be expected of a school filled with odd things.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival He wasn't late to it, since he kind of got there right after the last class. Everything went by fairly quickly for him, mostly because he was more interested in how unique this classroom was. Back in the city everyone would think you were an absolute nutter to hold a class in a room like this, but considering the subject matter he liked it. When his turn came for the portal he picked up his share and entered wordlessly after the ten... Or nine... Okay, he counted a little quickly. It was roughly 7 seconds for a normal person, he tried his best to slow down. As he appeared in the campsite, he stepped away from the portal and surveyed the surroundings... Campsite, logs, coloured rocks? Possibly for zoning or marking... But they were neatly lined up. Was this what they were to make use of? He watched the other students come through too. Some a bit more ceremoniously than others.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE "Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points? He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications. It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better. The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning. The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class Esther stood by on the sidelines, observing the student's performances in silent judgement. She had half a mind to make Mr. Fallson redo the course then and there, as his performance was cringe-worthy and nearly made her sick watching him bumble through her course. She would have to request to see his previous field performances. She had a hard time believing that he had passed the initiation test. But, she wouldn't contradict Professor Iderson's decision. A vein pulsed in her temple as he butchered her name. Clenching her white gloved fist, she held herself back from throat-punching him. At least he realized his mistakes halfway through and decided on just referring to her as 'ma'am'. Her sharp ears catching Ms. Montgomery's muttered complaints, it took all her willpower not to grab the poor girl up and toss her into the treeline. Professor Iderson saw it fit for her to immediately retry the course, saving her from Esther's wrath. Temporarily, at least. Sighing, she adjusted the brim of her cover. "Ms. Montgomery, I strongly suggest you hold your tongue and keep your complaints to yourself. Lest I give you something to truly bitch about. If you think we're being 'mean' to you, then you're in for a very rude awakening as you and your team begin to take on missions." She strided over to where Ms. Montgomery sat and stood looming over her. Her expression darkened as an intimidating aura emanated from her. Looking down at the girl, her eyes shaded by the brim of her cover, she continued. "Better to ready yourself to face the world's cruelty here at Beacon and steel yourself, before you witness the true horror of the Grimm. Do you think we're being 'mean' here? You have no idea if you haven't yet laid eyes on the atrocities of those black demons." Her white-gloved hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Priscilla's shoulder roughly, jerking her upright and onto her feet. With a single shove, she forced Priscilla towards the direction of the line in front of the obstacle course. "Get to the back of the line. Once everyone else has run through at least once, you are going again. This time, perform a little better unless you'd enjoy doing this ten or more times." Folding her arms behind her back, she turned and returned to her original spot. Eyes observing Mr. Fallson. --- Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class Watching the video and observing the other students run through the course, he tilted his head curiously. For some reason, his fellow comrades had trouble one way or another save for a few out of the majority. To him, the course was rather simple and straightforward enough. As his turn arrived, he removed his hooded cowl and laid it on the end of the beginning log to retrieve once he completed his runthrough. Doing a few quick stretches and warm ups, he lowered his body on all fours. Black stubby claws sticking out through his gloves, he waited for the signal to start. Like a silvery, furry bullet, he took off. With relative ease and grace, Shiro blazed through the obstacles with little difficulty. As he got to the end of the course, climbing up the final rope and sliding down, he had barely broken a sweat. Sure, he was panting slightly, but he felt the course was little more than a warm-up for him. Walking quietly to the beginning of the course, he picked up his hooded cowl and affixed it back onto his body. Looking at the other students, he wondered if it was because they were human and he wasn't that he had a breeze of a time. To be honest, not many of them seemed to be very physically capable. Eying the newcomer Dog Faunus girl with a little discomfort, he padded over to Professor Iderson and waited to hear his time with a bright smile. Tail wagging back and forth excitedly. To be honest, the course was rather fun. He wouldn't be too opposed to running it a few more times. He needed to stay physically active anyways to burn off his massive stores of energy. Otherwise, his team wouldn't see the end of it if he hadn't tuckered himself out by the end of the day.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Having heard his time, Robert collapsed to the ground dramatically, landing on his back, and letting out a quiet "Nooooooo." When he was done exaggerating his contempt for going a second time on the obstacle course, Robert stood back up, brushed the dirt off, and got back in line for his hopefully more successful second attempt. Eventually, Robert was back at the front of the line. His previous aches and pains were, for the most part, ignorable as the waiting had allowed much of the pain to subside. He positioned himself so that he could get a faster burst of speed when the signal to start was given. As soon as it was, Robert burst forward, almost jumping completely over the first obstacle. He reached the pull-up bar and, amazingly, pulled himself over it on his first try, albeit taking longer to do it then most of the other students. Robert continued with little trouble until he stood at the top of the balance beam. As soon as he got there he stopped in his tracks, hesitating for about a second before continuing slowly across. As Robert jumped down at the end, he shouted, "Whoop!" and raised his arms in the air. He would have made a comment about his luck seemingly taking a much better turn, but he feared jinxing it. The rest of the course was completed with little difficulty, when compared to Robert's previous attempt that is, and he jumped into the air after crossing the finish line. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-" he stopped his cheers to look down at the ground, expecting to see an unavoidable banana peel or something for him to slip on. This attempt had gone way to smoothly compared to how his luck usually was, and he was expecting any moment for something bad to happen. He slowly made his way to Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh, paying attention to his surroundings in case his usual luck returned to him. His nervousness and uneasiness completely obvious to anyone looking at him, he looked up to the professors. "H-how'd I do?" After asking, he quickly looked behind him again expecting to see some object to be flying at his face or something. Why was nothing bad happening? Something bad always happens. The fact that nothing bad was happening was worse then something bad actually happening.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor – P.E. Victor maintained his pace at the back of the pack for the whole 2 miles. He could have done it faster but he would have probably caused a massive crash of some sort, besides forcibly jogging slower wasn't always bad for him. Arriving back Victor payed close attention to Professor Kore and his evaluations. Hearing he could have a short break to get a drink, Victor waited in anticipation. When Victor heard that after the break it would involve push ups he started chuckling, trying to suppress it at first, then slowly it got out of hand until he was short of breath and almost falling over. Push ups! Of all the things! Oh god this is too funny! Robotic prosthesis certainly have their advantages... Regaining control over himself Victor took a deep breath and sighed. Walking a short distance away he grabbed himself a drink. Once refreshed Victor made his way back and began doing the required sit-ups. Once done, Victor stood up and stretched a little before raising his right – robotic – arm and asked "Sir? About the push ups? What should I do in my case? I only just got this thing back on so I'm a bit more inclined to keep it there… and my arm isn't just for decoration, sir." Victor figured he knew what the Professor would say, but Victor didn't like to assume.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla Montgomery. Practice "Come on, Priscilla... you can do it. Robert has to be watching, you need to do this for him." Crap. She had to go something about this, she was not going to quit on herself and especially not on her professor. As Priscilla was on the ground, she noticed Rowan telling her to re-do the obstacles again. That made Priscilla want to cry but she simply nodded her head slowly and got up her feet. Priscilla walked to the start and ran to the obstacle, first jumping the log. That was a success, now the hard part, she reached her hand up grabbing the bar and lifting herself up trying to now show off anything under her battle skirt, it was also successful. Priscilla took a deep breath, already tired as she tied her hair up into a bun, just to make herself more balanced. --- A few minutes later, Priscilla has finally done the obstacle as she rolled on the ground, stopping and looking up at the sky/ceiling.[if they were inside or outside.] She was breathing really heavily but atlas ! She was done. And accomplished. Now she was all dirtied up! Pout pout.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival Wood, for campfire... Well, it was a good thing he decided to take Survival, because he was a city kid, he knew almost nothing about surviving in the woods. He decided not to do Practice, or Combat, because he got plenty of that already, the city terrain is possibly one of the most hazardous natural environments to run through after all. Though he has made a 'fire' before... He wasn't really well off in the city, so he can apply some of the knowledge he gained there. Usually people brought something thin and dry, so usually discarded newspapers were used to light a fire. So... Some dry bark? Was this place the kind to have dry back though? Or maybe dry leaves? Everything seemed to be teeming with life, so he suddenly felt like those weren't options. He heard someone mention small sticks too. That might work...? In any case, there were Grimm out there. "Hmmmm... Should I get a partner? Or rely on speed? I don't think I can carry much if I rely on speed though...", he contemplated. If he had a partner, this would be quite simple.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival As more Itzamna came out, Oswald realized that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the others, only having one usable arm and two weapons to wield with it. He could try to fight with one arm, but against more than three or four enemies, he'd be overwhelmed after even the smallest mistake. Deciding to move to the rest of the students, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the others cooperated. Goodwitch's assistant managed to save one of their classmates who was in a bind, Gren made a call out to everybody, alerting them to the presence of Salamanders in the area. Cursing, Oswald nodded at Abel, who had appeared near him after having eliminated some Grimm. "Stick by me, if you would. Only using one arm has made me quite the easy target." As he spoke, a group of five Itzamna charged them, moving to surround the pair of boys in a pincer attack. "I'll take the left." Hoping that Abel could handle the larger share, Oswald turned to the pair closest to him, staring the creatures down. Both advanced at once, trying to get him between the two, but Oswald teleported to the side of one and stabbed into its side, causing the raptor to leap away, wounded but still alive. Grunting, Oswald stepped out of the way of the other Grimm, which had used the distraction to make an attack. Oswald threw his cloak onto the Itzamna and stabbed straight through it, piercing the monster's shoulder, then turned his attention back to the first raptor, which was now stalking over towards him, even more angry. Repeating his original attack, Oswald teleported directly in front of the Grimm, stabbing upward into its throat. Turning as one creature disappeared, Oswald smirked as he watched the second Itzamna free itself from his cloak and leap at him. A shoulder roll to the right, and he'd flanked the raptor, slashing downwards with his sword, slicing its tail free from its body. Now heavily wounded and bleeding, the Itzamna let out a guttural screech, causing some salamanders to make their way towards the pair. "Dammit, they're just gonna keep calling for the others! Abel, we need to find the rest of the students and form up!"</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Underground Casino - Antagonist In a rundown apartment building across from the supposed location of The Dragon's Den, Team RCJM's contact stands at the window, peering through binoculars at the shady building's entrance. When the Beacon students walks into the room, with it's peeling walls and barren floors, he does not move from his vantage point. "Hey. Take a seat on the couch," he says. The officer continues to stare at the building for another minute of silence, before finally moving away to brief the hunters. He stares at them with a confused expression before finally talking. "So you're who they sent, huh? Well, alright." The still unnamed officer moves to a rollaway whiteboard filled with pictures of seemingly random people and strange notes, all of which are stung together with red string and tape. "My name's Murphy, and I'll be the one relaying you instructions as you try to infiltrate The Dragon's Den," he said as he passed the teens four small earpieces. "Now, here's the plan. Each of you will be going in one at a time, because if this all goes South it'll be harder for them to find all of you if they don't think you're all involved. When you approach the bouncer, he'll ask 'Where'd you get that sword?' The password to get in is 'It was given to me by the Lady of the Lake.' Once you're in, try to mingle with the other guests for a while. If any guards are watching you, they'll soon lose interest when you blend in with everyone else. When you think you've lost their attention, head to the backroom where there'll be a staircase leading under the building. We suspect this to be where their offices are. We haven't gotten anyone that close yet, so as soon as you're all inside, or at least most of you, contact me for further instructions. I also suggest coming up with some fake identities in case people start asking you questions, but that's up to you. You can go whenever you're ready," Officer Murphy informed them. He then turned back to the window he had previously been watching from and resumed his surveillance.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode The Shelter Sapphire Rode - Airship ==> Sanctuary Someone dropped Sapphire's bag next to her and she quickly felt around for the clasp and opened it. Running her fingers over the contents till she located the medical kit. Cleaning and bandaging a wound blind was not exactly an easy task but Sapphire's pride and perhaps a touch of arrogance wouldn't allow her to ask Abel or Gren for help. Asking Shiro wasn't an option even if Sapphire was open to the idea of getting assistance. Sapphire cleaned the blood from her wound. It was not particularly deep, not deep enough to need stitches but it still bled enough to be a problem. After discarding a number of blood covered cloths Sapphire applied a cream designed to stave off infection before finally wrapping her stomach three times around. Sapphire tied it off, just slightly tighter than was comfortable to ensure that it stopped the bleeding completely. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. It took almost ten minutes before Sapphire's sight returned and when it did looking at the scene that met her gaze Sapphire was sorry for what she'd said. No, that wasn't quite right. She was sorry for when she said it and the manner in which she confronted Shiro. A public forum was not a good place for violent outbursts. It was clear from all three of her teammate's faces that it had damaged relations with her. Sapphire and Abel had never been friends, far from it but they'd had a kind of cold understanding of one another. Sapphire wouldn't have called it trust more a grudging acknowledgement that they need one another. Looking into his eyes now however Sapphire could see the rage held within him. In the stiff way he held himself and how he just avoided her eyes. Gren was harder to read. Sapphire could read human body language very easily but it was harder with faunus whose anatomy didn't match the same way. Best she could guess was that he understood her outburst but condemned her methods. That was the logical conclusion she could draw with what little she knew about him. Then there was Shiro, well he wasn't exactly difficult to read. He bore everything he was feeling in the way he held his shoulders and ears and if she was being honest he only really seemed to have four modes. Depression, he hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself as small as possible. Bubbly, he held his ears and head high and embarrassed everyone around him. Ecstasy, the inability to control his movements and the tendency to damage everything with his in reach. And finally nervousness, he'd fidget and keep very still compared to how he normally moved. In any situation this made him a liability but the way in which Sapphire had handled him had not been productive or necessary. It would have been best to start pounding these lessons into his head during training not right break his bones with them right before a mission. As it stood Sapphire's actions had fractured the team. That didn't mean that it hadn't felt damn good to do it. Those feelings had been brewing in Sapphire since the moment she met Shiro and letting them hit the surface for an instant was like a breath of fresh air. Soon as they landed the team boarded a boat which delivered them to the animal shelter on the island. After they docked Shiro bolted ahead saying he would start scouting while Abel moved away from the group to check the doors to the Sanctuary. Only Gren stayed by Sapphire's side asking for her orders. "I... I made a mistake. I was angry and I let my rage get the better of me. I'll not apologize for anything I said to Shiro but it was neither the time nor the place for such a fight. It should have waited till after the mission. Now Shiro feels he has something to prove, it will only make him more reckless and in turn more of a liability. Abel is angry which means he's not going to trust what I say and I can't imagine that you're particularly thrilled at what you saw. I'm sorry for that, for damaging our adherence to one another before the mission began but I won't take back my words to the furball." Sapphire sighed, at the best of times an apology was not exactly her forte but she needed the team together on this even if she had to sacrifice some of her pride to make it so. "If you would follow Shiro around the building, help him scout and talk to him. Tell him it wasn't his fault or there's always next time or something to make him feel better. Report anything strange. I'll go talk to Abel. I've got to live with him for the rest of my time at Beacon I might as well play nice." Sapphire left Gren to his devices and caught up to Abel who was checking the doors. "Found anything the mission report didn't mention?" she asked. Gren, Sapphire could talk to more easily than the others most likely because out of all of them he was the most like her. Shiro was too bubbly and Abel didn't understand the place that Sapphire acted from. Gren and Sapphire might not be friends but they understood each other better then Sapphire understood the others. The apology came easier talking to Gren but it wasn't something she could launch into with Abel. In fact she wasn't sure she could do it at all. Time would tell.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes to ensure what he was seeing was real. Lowering his gloved paws, he blinked once more before he was convinced that what he was looking at was indeed real. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his own white, furry ears. Sniffing at the air, Shiro carefully scanned all around him to make sure it wasn't some sort of odd trap. For the time being, all seemed clear and peaceful. As he slowly approached the young Bear Faunus, he was a little confused. From his understanding of the mission, the island they were on was abandoned long ago. There shouldn't be anyone there, as far as he knew. Or perhaps he misread something important. Did people live out here, isolated from the rest of the world? Clearly so, as evident by the young boy in front of him. Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy. "Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus So the plan was to go through the front with the password...? Well, the problem for Jack right now was the mingling aspect, if he avoided talking with anyone and passed by with few words he should be able to easily mingle. His mind worked fast, but he could barely make a new personality for himself on the spot, but it didn't seem to be a requirement, so researching one wasn't needed. "Right, I guess I'll go first and check the place out, see ya". --- "Where'd you get that sword?" "Lady of the Lake gave it to me, pretty nice of her too", the bouncer raised an eyebrow, it wasn't the exact phrase, but it had all the meaning to pass. He simply said 'go on through', and Jack was in. He himself didn't know what to expect while he was in there, so he made it a thing to keep to the edges and away from the main party.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze This was a very interesting mission she supposed first thing she arrives she was thrust into this mission oh well she supposed. A huntress's life was often filled with danger and unexpected twists and turns. With a sigh she slid her hood up letting the long "ribbons" of cloth trail downward as she turned up her music as well. If she was going to try and enter it she might as well look like she was some "punk" off the street or some kind of "airhead" would probably be the better assumption. Cian Kuze flitted towards the entrance of the den her blue eyes dazzling in the moonlight giving it a unworldly glow. As she approached one entrance she waved and smiled brightly at the bouncer. Her music was blaring from headphones draped around her neck as she lowered her bunny eared hood revealing long blackish blue hair. "Hello mister I would like to gain entrance to this here said establishment" she giggled. With a grunt the and a nod to his own patience he spoke with a gruff voice "Where'd you get that sword, kid?" "Why I believe the lady of the lake gave it to me." She said with a slight tilt of her head "though If I am wrong I am sure you will tell me wont you mister?" With another grunt ending her from asking another question the bouncer opened the door and ushered her in. She did get the password right after all a bit oddly worded but it was still there. Not to mention it best hurry her in before she speaks his ear off. Giggling once more and waving bye she skipped into the building till she heard the door slam behind her. "So rude could have at least said something of enjoy your stay or something like that. Though I guess i'm in time to socialize with the locals." Slipping her hood back on and stashing her music player she gripped her strap to what appeared to be a white purse. Though hidden inside was her weapon Byakko still nothing they needed to worry about she supposed. Skipping once into the main proper she worked her way to the middle of the room making small talk to a few people giggling off a few requests to buy her a drink or two and in general making herself seem as she was apart of the crowd. Getting herself to a stool she sat down this is harder than it looks she thought to herself acting like how she was and generally being a social butterfly when in actuality she was pretty scared out of her wits was kind of fun but ultimately taxing in the end.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Letting out a sigh, Gren loaded a regular box of ammo into The God Eater. Before he left Sapphire, he had one thing to tell her. "I'll tell him my thoughts. You should tell him yours. Make sure your SCROLL is working, I'll be send any message to you over it. If it's a text it's because me and Shiro are in stealth." And with that Gren went after where Shiro had last ran. He would use his Semblance to simply skate on over as though he was on ice, but the debris on the ground would actually complicate that a little. As a mental note, he told himself that he needed to hone the ability of his Semblance more. He supposed he ought to bring Shiro along too. Certainly a better alternative than giving him a lobotomy at least. It didn't take long for Gren to find where Shiro had left. Though the boar faunas did find it strange how... Lacking this place was in security. No guards, no cameras, not even so much as a "No smoking" sign. In fact, this building was awfully... Nondescript. This made Gren uncomfortable. "Nondescript is what I'd call the perfect disguise. this place is so plain and lacking in details that even if someone walked by it everyday, they might mistake it as a different building." But it also meant that leaving any evidence, even so much as a scratch on the wall, would serve to break that illusion as well as clue in something was wrong. So far Gren saw nothing like that, not that it eased his mind any. Standing a far distance away, hiding in the cover of a large rock, Gren watched Shiro and the stranger he was with. Though he could tell that the stranger was about the size of a child, Gren wasn't going to make such assumptions. For all he knew the "kid" could just be a midget or a dwarf, and Gren wasn't going to go through that ride again. He had to listen carefully to Shiro and the boy at his distance but Gren was able to get most of what was being said. Shiro asked his questions and the boy answered, though some things caught Gren's attention in particular. "The rest of you guys? Does he mean Faunas? I thought this was just an animal laboratory... And he said sad too. Damn. Are they experimenting on faunas here or something? And this Porridge, I'm sure he has a semblance, but also bigger brothers? And is he really a dinosaur, or is this kid just dim?" Gren kept his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself. He would approach, but he didn't exactly look diplomatic. He didn't want to scare the kid off when a giant robot warrior with a chainsaw suddenly makes his appearance. Patrol Mission Team KESS's arrival to the city's police was a fast one. The Airship only needed to drop them off at the city below, where they were personally escorted by a couple of officers. They looked fairly plain, all things considered. They had fancy belts with guns and batons and other gadgets, but aside from that they weren't very flashy. Eventually they'd meet a police captain who would be giving them their duties for today. "You kids from beacon? Good. As you know, I have a couple of my beat officers laid up due to sickness. Normally having a few guys off isn't too bad, just means their partners have to pick up the slack, but I've got at least eight officers down cause they all caught the same flu. If I didn't know better I'd think they were just calling in sick for some night around town, but I don't have time to worry about something like that. Recently we've been getting word about some hoodlums causing a mess around town, and sightings of Grimm in the city. I know it's your job and everything to deal with Grimm, but even if you guys can take them out I want you to report any incident you find. Even if you only so much as glimpse as a Grimm, I want you to call in and tell us. We don't got enough man power to protect everywhere in the city equally, but if we could muster all our force at the heart of it all, than it shouldn't be a problem. Same goes with those thugs too. I honestly don't care what happens to those scum, but whoever you find detain and call us in so we could book em. Now, if that's all, here's the patrol I want you four to cover..." The police captain gave Krystanthe a map of the city, specfically the Commercial District, marking the area they were suppose to patrol. It was fairly large for just the four of them and even the captain admitted that unless the entire team split up to even out the watch, some parts were going to be empty of watchful eyes. He also gave the team a description of the hoodlums that have been terrorizing the city, though all they could really find from their is "their handiwork"; metal chains and lead pipes everywhere where they had showed up and caused mayhem. Most of the places that got hit were robbed, but rarely of anything of actual value such as money or Dust. Typically it's places like drug stores or gas stations that get hit, and the thing that gets robbed was all the food. There were also tiremarks at each scene, suggesting that the perpetrators had vehicles, likely motorcycles. Team KESS had at least five particular areas they could investigate based on the map that was given to them by the police captain. There was the "ComShops" which sold electronic technology and gadgets, the "Horn of Plenty" named about the big harvest horn were most of the restaurants were at, an area known as the "Red Asphalt" due to some connection to the street racing scene there, "The Land of Walt" amusement park and shopping mall, and lastly a fairly bland and normal commercial district collectively known as "Square Garden" for no particular reason. It has a bunch of miscellaneous shops, like produce stores, mom-and-pop shops, libraries, and knickknacks. It was still fairly early in the day and the sun was high in the sky. So far, nothing of note was going on.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "Oh come, on really?!", the patrons in the bathroom turned to the occupied cubicle where Jack was right now. He emerged from it with a mask on covering just his upper face. They returned to their business just realizing it was someone taking a rough call. "Alright alright, I'll get right on that", he thought he could relax a little bit and snatch up a few drinks and snacks, but it looks like they needed to fast track this before anyone caught onto their team. Mokuren was always a bit of a pain, the one he assumed their client was talking about who got caught at the front entrance. "And I thought I was the stupid one...", he seethed under his breath. He disappeared back into the crowds and noticed some guards moving from a particular direction towards the entrance... When he arrived there, there were still a fair amount of guards, but at least he knew that beyond them was where he needed to go... He can't just zip right past them. They needed to 'find' the backroom, not get there... This obviously takes time, since he didn't know the layout. He can't just stab them either. He needed an opportunity... As he walked around, he noticed one of the patrons had visible equipment on them. Grenades and the like. He spotted a smoke grenade and simply snatched it casually as he walked by, and dropped it to the floor, leaving the pin still attached to the patron. The moment the smoke burst from the grenade, Jack immediately disappeared into the shadows along the edges as the guards would reprimand this patron. It was enough of a distraction to get the two guards to move from that entrance, and so with his semblance he zipped on through, a trail of black lightning visible for only a split second. "I'm in the restricted area, searching for back room", he was fast, really fast. Able to check every room he passed by, name plates, room names, and so on. He needed the distractions, that way the guards would be scattered in patrols for much longer, making it easier for him to simply dash right past them and ignore them.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon just scowled at the merchants as they tried to bother him and Skyra. He either ignored them or, when they stood in his way, he pushed right pass them. Soon a thuggish woman came over to them looking for trouble. Skyra was immediately hostile which got Ebon's eyes rolling. He looked back at the delinquent girl and noticed the chained anchors around her waist. [color=black][i]"Chains were one of the items found at the scene of the crimes."[/color][/i] Ebon also looked at the woman's friends, though none of them seemed to be carrying pipes. Not that they were hard to find. Ebon was certain he could buy some pipes around here in a pinch. "We're here on business. You aren't part of it." Ignoring the girl and Skyra if she wanted to stay and fight, Ebon continued his patrol. As far as he cared they weren't causing trouble so he had no reason to stick around and bother them. If they were wise they would keep it that way.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Groaning as the fallen crystal came into view, Oswald sighed. "Yeah, of course that would happen." Looking around, he didn't notice any particularly obvious third option available to the convoy, so he just shrugged and accepted it when Marcus told them all to go around. The tracks went through the massive crystal, so it didn't seem like this was the exact place where the other convoys had been attacked, assuming they had all been attacked in the same location. Still, Oswald was wary. Looking out the window, Oswald touched the pommel of his sword, making sure that no strange situation had occurred where his weapon was not on him. Ensured that he was still armed, Oswald turned to Rice and frowned. "You've got a plan for when everything hits the fan, right? Or is that up to my team leader to decide?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro With an audible metallic thwack-clang the face of Perun rightly scored a direct hit on the deer Faunus' dome piece. Causing the girl's face to play on the not-so-bouncy 'trampoline' that was the solid ground underneath them all. Seeing this, Shiro gasped in concern as he slid a few feet after the delivering the blow. It wasn't his intention to so brutally attack her and potentially hurt her. Reaching out toward her as she recovered, his expression was purely apologetic. At that moment, Shiro's eyes snapped to a door that suddenly burst open to their right and another Faunus girl of some rodent nature nearly entangled herself with 'Corey'. The rodent Faunus girl locked eyes with him, Shiro lowering his outstretched hand and blinking in curiosity at the newcomer. Her less than positive reaction told him that she was potentially a 'patient' here too and that she knew the deer Faunus named 'Coral' by the way she addressed her. Shiro didn't have much time to slowly put the pieces together as Abel, looking worse for wear, lumbered through the door after the rodent girl. Shiro took a step back as his nostrils were suddenly assaulted with an unknown strong smell emanating from Abel, coated in some green ick. Wincing, Shiro held his nose as Abel mentioned how the facility could potentially loop within itself, though he didn't exactly know what he meant by that. As he glanced at Abel's arm, his eyes widened in shock but he was cut short before he could ask about the gaping wound that Abel nursed. The two Hunters refocused on the two faunus girls, now trapped between the two of them, Abel mentioned something about a message from Sapphire. Shiro looked to Abel and nodded, making a motion with his hands signalling for him to tread carefully. "I received that text too, and she's not that far off. There are faunus here that pretty much confirmed to Gren and I that they are conducting medical procedures here to somehow change them into Humans, removing their Faunus blood in some form or fashion." Shiro nodded his head at the two girls, "These two are some of the Faunus patients to be...'treated' presumably. Gren and I were working on escorting them to safety before we deal with the rest of the personnel here at the Shelter. I don't know how Gren is doing, but I chased after...'Coral' here after she ran. She was just outside the range of my Semblance, so she wasn't affected much by it. I've already used it once to subdue the other 'patients'." Stabbing Perun and Kladenets into the ground, Shiro disarmed himself and started taking slow, careful steps towards the girls. "Uh, Ms. Coral? I do apologize for having to hit you like that, I meant no harm to you by my actions. Please, my friends and I are here with the best of intentions. We just want to help you and stop you from making some irreversible mistake. We're trying to find out what's going on here and put a stop to it." He reached a gloved hand out towards the girls, palm upward for them to take. Blinking, he frowned as he struggled to find the right words to use to connect with them. He hated having to act so forcibly on innocent strangers. Sighing, he stopped and searched the ground for his answers. Shaking his head, he began to do slow breathing exercises to get himself to calm down. As he relaxed, his glowing blue eyes reverted back to their golden brown color. His black 'stripes' fading and vanishing into obscurity. Ears and tail perking, an idea clicked with him. "What unites us all as Faunus? Pain." Shiro groaned, looking at Abel as his ears sagged and tail swayed low to the ground. He despised having to spill so many of his emotions out today. Gren witnessed him telling his sob story of a past. Now Abel would have to discover something else he was uncomfortable with. "Oh, well. They would find out eventually. No big deal, right?" Shiro brought his gloved hands in to examine them. Sighing heavily, he looked up at the two faunus girls and desperately hoped this would work. Grabbing the fingers of his arm-length black gloves, he tugged them off to reveal a layer of white wrapped bandages. Slowly, he began to remove them, the cloth unraveling with relative ease. With his Shiro lifted his arms to clearly show to Abel and the girls the strange black mark that was branded on him. The ink black and irritated skin as red as if Shiro had just walked out of a tattoo shop minutes prior, it was clearly apparently Shiro was uncomfortable with showing them. He wished that they would see it as a sign of trust, a connection. "When my unconscious body was found in the burning ashes of my home village, next to the sword and shield I now use, this was discovered on my flesh. This, in addition to my Faunus blood, brought me much torment. No matter what I do, I can't get rid this...whatever this is. Someone did this to me, as if to cruelly leave a reminder of my destroyed childhood. I wanted to show you this, because as someone who knows exactly how painful it can be as a Faunus in this world...I want to let you know that it gets better and I want to show you all that. I want to help you." Desperation lined his every word, his expression pleading to them sincerely. Shiro took another few steps towards them, stretching his hand out toward them once again. "Please, come with us. Please. I don't want to have to force you all to come with me. I just don't want to see you make the same irreversible mistakes as...other Faunus have." Briefly, memories flashed into his mind's eye, of ripping and burning flesh. By some cruel twist of fate, the only visible 'scars' that marred his body were the only scars he actively tried to hide. For one reason or another, his body never allowed him to sport marks elsewhere. Quickly healing and fading as if he had never inflicted any harm by his own hand or by others. Shiro always told himself that it was because of his ability to move on and push forward. Yet, the strange marks on his arms always remained with him. The one scar that would never fade or heal, constantly burdening him with the loss of innocence. The loss of cherished memories and details of his life before his frail body was discovered in the forest that day.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarze--Taking one for the team There was no time. The coast was clear-- this was the best chance they would get at getting inside. Pushing the door he had been peering outside moments before, he rushed over to the rapidly closing crack in the steel door. He needed to have gotten out earlier to do this clean, but this wasn't the time for could haves or would haves or should haves. Now was the time for action! And there was only one action to take. Knowing full-well the implications of what he was about to do, Luke redoubled his sprinting speed and flew towards the door, practically diving when his hand shot out like a bullet towards that crack. His reward? Fingers exploding into pain as the door swung in onto them with no regard for such weak things like tendons, blood vessels, or metacarpals. He channeled all his energy into not screaming like a little girl, instead letting out something resembling a hybrid of a grunt and growl. Today was just crazy.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room Had it been anyone else, getting through the vault with this opportunity would not have been possible. The door closed shut behind him as he with his Semblance, easily slipped past. As the door shut behind him he communicated with the rest of the team. "I'm in, or at least I think so", he began, as he started to walk towards the table, looking around. Filing cabinets everywhere... This had to be some kind of room for records and accounting. He stood by the table and picked up one of the papers... These documents were all nothing but little statistics, but they had the White Fang symbol on them. That was strange... Why would they need to put the White Fang symbol on things such as trivial as a record for how much they earned in a night? "I have some documents, they have the White Fang symbol on it", as he was saying this, he grabbed two sheets, the ones that he at a glance found as most important, and folded them away into his coat before turning for the door. "I'm on my way out", he finished. He was hoping this feeling of danger was only his imagination, but he kept his hand near his blade, in case it was not.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Sighing, The Kingdom clicked. "I don't have time for your dramatics. Just die." Slots opened on the Back of the Kingdom sending out ten pistol-sized space ships known as "Arrowheads". As they sortied Ebon ducked underneath the anchor and put The Kingdom between him and the girl who was trying to pick a fight with him. The Arrowheads then began to fly around the girl about five feet away from her, firing bullet sized bolts of lasers. While they may be small, they packed the same amount of force as your average .45 caliber bullet, only made of lasers. Two of the ten ships were glowing, signifying that they were charging for a more powerful shot.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Shiro's best efforts at arousing the girls' trust touched something of a nerve with Abel. If these tattoos, or what they meant, rather, were so important to him, why hadn't he confided in his own team? The guardian guessed that the reason lay in the team itself: they had no choice but to trust each other, so their secrets could stay hidden to one another. That didn't exactly sit right with Abel, now that he thought about it. Real teams, the ones in the stories that lasted lifetimes longer than the living people they portrayed, didn't keep things from one another. Unfortunately, Abel wasn't quite sure where to begin with himself. As he listened to Shiro's explanation of his tattoos, Abel knew he didn't have anything quite that powerful. He had managed to put the ordeal with his brother Kane behind him, after all. Abel's sudden thoughtfulness didn't quite extend to the faunus girls, however. Maybe it was the sickly-sweet smell of the suspicious substance on Abel's jacket, or the weapons sported by both hunters, or the overall situation they were in, but they didn't appear to be on their side just yet. The squirrel still jittered, obviously on the hunt for an opportunity to run, but a strange calm had come over Coral. She looked at Shiro with somber gray eyes. "I...I don't get that confidence. I don't see where your story says how it gets better. For some of us, the reason we're here isn't because of prejudice or tragedy or anything. Myrtle's here because she's got some problem with her quills. They hurt her night and day, and she figured that if she could get rid of them, she'd be able to fully live again. My Mauve used to be a soldier, but a flashbang permanently damaged his ears. Rather than making him deaf, it did the opposite. Now every little noise is agony for him. The doctors gave him pills to deaden his hearing until he could be treated. They told us how the surgery works, you know. A serum targets faunus-specific cells, like those in ears, or quill, or a tail, and makes their membranes impermeable. The faunus parts effectively die off, and tools are used to cleanly remove the dead tissue." She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked at the floor, signaling surrender. Seeing this, the squirrel girl went pale, and suddenly bolted toward Abel, thinking that he'd be too slow to stop her. The guardian guided the Ampere in front of her and she smacked into it, eliciting a short, sharp cry and the thwarting of her escape. Abel grabbed her shoulder and tried, mindful of how she must feel, to steer her back toward Coral without hurting her. Coral watched, but did not interfere. "I don't know if your the good guys and the doctors are the bad guys or vice versa, or if anyone's good or anyone's bad. We were all kinda suspicious of this miracle operation, but we decided to try it anyway. We don't have to strength to stop you, none of us but Pop and maybe the guards, so I guess we'll have to hope for the best. Amy, don't try to run. It'll all be okay." At that moment, a brown blur with a yellow trail shot from a doorway a hundred feet way or so and zipped past the group of four in the hallway. Just for a moment, as it passed Shiro, it slowed down, revealing a lean coyote girl with scruffy gray-brown hair, lovely but frightened features, eyes totally black but for yellow irises, and the word EMBODIMENT tattooed in a curve beneath an eye. Then Sienna was gone, racing faster than possible up some stairs, out of the shelter, and off the island, speedy enough to make the sea into a road. Abel blinked, not sure what he'd seen. "Huh?" He grasped at the faint yellow trail, which vanished between his fingertips. A grimace appeared as he attempted to move his wounded arm. "What now? Should we find Sapphire? She went off to follow some doctors somewhere. He glanced at the faunus girls. It wasn't often that he was the only human around. "Um, stay here maybe? From what you said, I guess there are others. Oh! We should call the Vale PD. They can bring boats and get the people off this island." As he continued, he attempted to keep his face free of doubt. "Bet once you guys tell them what's going on, they'll sort everything out okay." -=-=Sapphire and Pop=-=- A raised eyebrow greeted Sapphire's inquiry. Nevertheless, Pop smiled and quit his stance. "Oh? A huntress who'll talk with words rather than weapons? Well, I'll take it with a grain of salt...I did see what you did to my doctors, after all. But I'll take it. Just don't try any funny business. In the spirit of civility, I'll tell you what my semblance does. It speeds up the rate at which I look at the world, making it look like slow motion to me. I can't move my body at all, but I can take as long as I need to examine everything that's going on and adjust my actions accordingly. And it has a cooldown time of half a second. In the world of boxing I was known as Perfect Jones." He took a step toward Sapphire and crossed his arms. "But we're not debating about me. A great scientist, though we're not debating about him either, once said that all theories should be given to children, and that if children couldn't understand them, the theories were worthless. My ideals are easy to explain. I want to provide the option for faunus to become human if they wish. This can be either for personal reasons, as in, they think it's the only way to escape persecution, though I know better, or for physical reasons, as in, a bat faunus has hearing so acute that everyday noises give him migranes. My original plan was to devise a reverse operation as well, to make humans into faunus, but that's much harder from a medical standpoint. Easier to take than make, as they say. The funding for this project came from the savings of my wife and I, for it is my dream. I expect that once I go public, I may receive a Regal Science Prize. Is that good enough for you, miss? If it is, and you'd be willing to talk down your friends, I'd be more than willing to call off my guards."</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "For the record... I don't apologize to somebody who threatens me. Also... Nobody calls me a bitch.", Skyra snarled as she vanished from range of the anchor. While Ebon deployed his shield and drones, Skyra theatrically pulled out her two swords and only then igniting their energy blades. The blue light of the blades lit up herself and added an eerie blue glow to her face contorted with anger. "Just move out of the way, you don't want me angry, I can promise you.", Skyra warned the four girls with a threatening growl in her voice as she started to whirl her blades in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amaranth snapped out of a stupor that felt like it had lasted for months. God, how could a class ever be that boring... Course, everything always seemed to last longer when the weekend (and her date) was right around the corner. But before anything fun could happen, she had to get through her first mission with her vagabond, slapdash team that was somehow the people she was relying on to get her through this. Somehow, she felt like she was in excellent hands.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room "Well that's just peachy...", he commented. Luke immediately jumped to hold the door back, with little hesitation he slipped through the gap and out into the hallway. He briefly shuffled through his pockets to check if he got the documents, and it appears that was the case. It all checks out, but it looks like the building was on high alert too... "Alright, me and Luke are searching for an exit, see you guys soon", he spoke into the comms. "By the way Luke, we should try and find an alternate route. We can't go out through the club floor anymore", he suggested.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "No, we can't get the... Wait...", his eyes darted all across the floor, as the one called Morgan began to scrutinize poor little Ciel, the other White Fang members began to move around their superior... The amount of civilians between each one became smaller and smaller. The main problem was going to be what came after the move he had in mind, it appears Luke has an idea too. A moment's distraction was all he needed, and that was what Luke was offering. "A distraction then...?", if they can clean up the several standard mooks, then they can create a more controlled battlefield. Neither Luke nor Ciel can tackle that many weak targets in an instant. On the other hand, if he had the space, Jack could. This came down to how well he can make use of what precious moments Luke can get him. The look in Luke's eyes told him he was pretty gung-ho for this. The White Fang members were moving into a formation in case Ciel turned out to be dangerous... Well in her current state, she wasn't quite, but... "Alright then, let's go", he said, snatching a poker chip from the table beside them. "This is the signal, when I throw it at one of the mooks, unleash hell", he stated. His smile returned in this moment, and before Luke can respond with proper words, like a blue shadow he darted away towards the chandeliers. --- From above he surveyed the targets, and the path he should take if he were to get his opportunity... Yes, got it. "Time for the main event", he smiled. He nicked a White Fang mask from the back area, so he was putting that on. Though he added a blue gash on it with his dagger while he was on the chandelier, it was still glowing. He threw the poker chip he had picked up earlier, and threw it down, hitting one of the White Fang members square in the back of the head, enough to make them groan. This was the moment. It was time for Luke to charge, as Jack watched from above for the perfect moment. "But seriously though, these masks are really cool", he muttered to himself.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "No, we can't get the... Wait...", his eyes darted all across the floor, as the one called Morgan began to scrutinize poor little Ciel, the other White Fang members began to move around their superior... The amount of civilians between each one became smaller and smaller. The main problem was going to be what came after the move he had in mind, it appears Luke has an idea too. A moment's distraction was all he needed, and that was what Luke was offering. "A distraction then...?", if they can clean up the several standard mooks, then they can create a more controlled battlefield. Neither Luke nor Ciel can tackle that many weak targets in an instant. On the other hand, if he had the space, Jack could. This came down to how well he can make use of what precious moments Luke can get him. The look in Luke's eyes told him he was pretty gung-ho for this. The White Fang members were moving into a formation in case Ciel turned out to be dangerous... Well in her current state, she wasn't quite, but... "Alright then, let's go", he said, snatching a poker chip from the table beside them. "This is the signal, when I throw it at one of the mooks, unleash hell", he stated. His smile returned in this moment, and before Luke can respond with proper words, like a blue shadow he darted away towards the chandeliers. --- From above he surveyed the targets, and the path he should take if he were to get his opportunity... Yes, got it. "Time for the main event", he smiled. He nicked a White Fang mask from the back area, so he was putting that on. Though he added a blue gash on it with his dagger while he was on the chandelier, it was still glowing. He threw the poker chip he had picked up earlier, and threw it down, hitting one of the White Fang members square in the back of the head, enough to make them groan. This was the moment. It was time for Luke to charge, as Jack watched from above for the perfect moment. "But seriously though, these masks are really cool", he muttered to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarze -- Desperate Measures Give them hell, huh? At that, Luke's face split into a broad grin, a dark chuckle rising from his chest. Oh, if Jack wanted them to have hell, then he had the perfect thing in mind. Adjusting his stance, he eagerly awaited the go signal, keeping an eye on Ciel every few seconds. Drawing inspiration from the sight of her in such a tight spot. He was brought back to attention by the sharp thwack and groaned "What the hell..." that was Jack's signal. Here we go! With a righteously furious roar, the perpetually resilient teen charged forward into the crowd, on a beeline straight towards the group surrounding his teammate. A few turned at the source of the sudden racket, but those that didn't fell prey to one universal aspect of psychology amongst all sentient beings. "HEY!" A loud call out to nobody in particular always gets everyone's attention. At once, all heads turned to face him, as he stood there, huffing and puffing like a wolf looking to blow their houses down. Perfect setup for Jack to work some magic. He just had to hold their attention for a few more seconds, and luckily for all of them, Luke knew exactly how. His midnight blue team leader had no idea how on the button he was about Luke raising hell in this moment. Really, it was kind of literately perfect how this was all about to play out. Drawing from the anger he had kept in check all throughout the day, Luke became the single most hellish thing on the planet. An irate customer. "I'D HATE TO RAIN ON YOUR 'HARASS A LITTLE GIRL LIKE IT'S MIDDLE SCHOOL' PARADE, BUT JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW?! I TRY TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AND RELIEVE MYSELF, BUT I'M SUDDENLY LOCKED OUT BY A FUCKING ROBOT GARAGE DOOR, AND YOUR DJ DECIDES HE'S LOST ALL TASTE IN MUSIC AND PLAYS THIS GARBAGE! IF YOU'RE GONNA PLAY CRAP LIKE THIS, AT LEAST MAKE IT SANDSTORM SO I CAN HAVE A LAUGH!" he screamed, looking to be the human personification of a great volcano god blowing their top. This was actually very cathartic, and the suddenly thespian Hunter-in-training found himself on a roll. "AND BETTER YET, I COME BACK TO ALL THE STAFF ARE WEARING MASKS LIKE IT'S SOME DUMB PARTY, AND SURROUNDING SOME POOR KID LIKE THEY WANT HER LUNCH MONEY! DO YOU THINK SCREWING WITH A MAN'S BLADDER IS A GAME?! I THOUGHT WE GREW OUT OF LOCKDOWN DRILL ONCE WE GRADUATED HIGHSCHOOL, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE'S DEAL? THIS IS BEYOND SHITTY SERVICE, THIS IS LITERALLY IMPEDING MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT TO THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS! MY RIGHT TO LIBERTY! I'VE DEALT WITH SOME SUB-PAR ESTABLISHMENTS IN MY TIME, SO I WANTED TO BE NICE, BUT LOCKING DOWN THE BATHROOM IS TOO DAMN FAR! I'M WRITING THIS PLACE UP!" Delivering an ultimatum, a rant, and most importantly, a distraction, Luke found himself needing to disguise a cheshire grin.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA", Jack was really laughing it up from up top, this was a hilarious sight to see. The guards were moving towards Luke, trying to get him to calm down, while the two he figured out as Morgan and Mordred looked on from the far side with suspicion. Their positioning was a trouble though, Ciel was caught in the backside of them, if they realized she was with them when a fight broke out, that could be bad. Though with their backs turned... Jack fell backwards over on Ciel's position, somersaulting moments from the ground, landing square on both feet, before snatching Ciel up in a princess carry and speeding off to the side and laying her down. With little delay, he turned back to the seven mooks, who were still distracted. If he executed this properly, no one would notice that Ciel was relocated... Though Morgan and Mordred may notice something, but it didn't matter to him. A few moments were all he needed to make this a more clean engagement. The guards approaching Luke would start falling one by one in quick succession as their backs were slashed, a blue lightning streak for each one, transpiring in a mere one and a half seconds. For dramatic effect, he stopped in front of Luke. "Remind me to never run a store when you're around", he joked. He pulled the White Fang mask off his face, the one he stole, and turned to the clown-mask guy who he assumed was the leader. "Oh by the way, can I keep this? Customize it? Kinda like yours but less like a clown, maybe like a bird or something? Definitely gonna make it blue and stuff", he asked. It shouldn't be too hard for Ciel to join the two, what with where he laid her down. This was likely going to come down to a 3 on 3 engagement, Mordred, Morgan and the leader, versus these three. "Never got your name either, or are you fine with being called a clown?", he continued.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond frost - Convoy FUBAR Seeing the frightened boy, Diamond didn't hesitate to capitalize on his inexperience. With a swift move of her hand she was suddenly holding his gun as well. To her dismay though, another Gorrila heard Loudmouth's rant and she was now being asked to surrender her arms. Oh well, no sense fighting if it could have been avoided. She was fairly confident she could bolt before they got her anyhow. Her thumbs sliding down the clips fell out of the handles of the guns before she dropped them. Then Oswald appeared from out of thin air and turned the situation back on the guards. Pulling her scarf from her face, she nodded. "Hunters in training actually. Team leader sent me to get a look around and gather what's going on. Why they attacked before I returned with the intel is beyond me." she hissed. The hell? You send a scout to report back before you attack, right? Nevermind, she owed the locals an explanation "You failed to report for a week and then we saw the camp fortified and smoking - we thought you got overrun by the white fang or some sort. What's actually going on here?" she inquired. The shooting seemed to stop there and then. She wasn't completely sure whether all of the defenders were already knocked out or some of them actually managed to neutralize the tank, although one of those cases was a lot more likely and it wasn't looking good for the Schnee employees.. Walking over to Oswald, she had a few words to say. "The heck, bugs jammed the radio? What kind of crackpot theory is that, the Replicators are here or something? They could just be trying to cover their asses." she whispered angrily so the guards wouldn't hear her. "Whatever, let's go get the trucks. I just hope they're still there. When we get back I'm pouring bloody concrete into that gun!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Jack vs Clown The owner of the Dragon's Den watched from the balcony above with little interest. His minions could easily deal with a rowdy and disagreeable customer. As he was about to walk away to his office, several sudden blue flashes of light appeared throughout the room, cutting down all of the White Fang below, with the exception of Morgan and Mordred. What was more surprising to him though was the sound of an unfamiliar and young voice, just out of his corner of vision. He turned toward the blue-clad boy and addressed his questions. "Tell you what, kid. You make it out of here in one piece, and you can take whatever you want. And to answer your other question, while probably one the most unoriginal names I've ever been called, yes 'Clown' works." The Clown looked down at Mordred and Morgan to confirm his numbers before looking back to Jack. "So I'm guessing you think this is some three-on-three match up with equal odds or something. Well you'd be wrong buster." In a blink of an eye, three more of The Clown suddenly appeared before Jack. "Get 'em!" shouted one of them before running away, leaving Jack to deal with the three clones. Luke and Ciel vs Mordred and Morgan Most of the civilians had dispersed away from the main floor and were pressed against the walls, leaving the four alone to have their fight without any disruptions. Mordred simply scowled at the two teens that stood before him before unsheathing a flaming sword his belt. Morgan however decided to answer Luke's question toward Ciel for her, "I assure you that, whatever her current state may be, she will certainly be far from 'okay' in a few minutes." She then turned to her silent partner. "I take the girl, you take the boy?" Mordred, still not speaking, just nodded before sprinting full speed at Luke. He stopped several feet before making contact and swung upward, sending a large ball of flame at him. Morgan looked at Ciel and began by saying, "Now that it's just the two of us…" She then lifted her arms and began making very theatrical hand gestures. Suddenly, Ciel would begin seeing the colors of the room change, and the objects inside begin to distort in shape. The civilians that had dispersed earlier began to shift the most, at first into unrecognizable blobs, before becoming different types of Grimm. Beowolves, Creeps, Boarbatusks, and Ursas all began to surround Ciel. Was this an illusion? Possibly. Was any this real? Probably not. But Ciel was under the effects of Morgan's semblance, so she most likely would not be able to tell the difference. The Adventures of Mokuren (I'm sorry, but I really just can't think of anything for Mokuren to do Kaben. Just do whatever I guess.) @Suku@Sho Minazuki@KabenSaal</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra would rather have avoided to hurt anybody, even less kill somebody, on this mission, but it appeared the anchor girl was not open to negotiations. The water pouring through the streets did seem like an immediate problem, especially because of her size. In her head, she quickly calculated the estimated amount of water that is going to rush towards anchor girl and then she waited for a bit after climbing up a wall. When enough water had found its way into the street, Skyra channelled her aura and called out "Blade Storm!" Her two swords started levitating around her and her aura let a couple more appear that started spinning, too. The whirling was enough to make her hover in the air as she slowly descended into the water. The propulsive force of the whirlwind caused by the spinning blades the water vaporize as Skyra dramatically marched towards the anchor girl. "You will see the error of your ways!", she snarled, her voice distorted through the blades. Few moments later, she dashed forwards, her Blade Storm dissipating in a red explosion, her two swords in her hands she swung both at anchor-chan.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den TRACK: Disco Punk on Jolt "Sorry, nothing else comes to mind, your mask is a little distracting", he snarked back. As the mastermind of this operation stepped forward and raised his hand, summoning three clones speaking while doing so, Jack drew both blades out and readied into a stance. "So I'm guessing you think this is some three-on-three match up with equal odds or something. Well you'd be wrong buster", he spoke, or would say, but just as he was ready for an onslaught the man would turn tail. Jack immediately in response dropped the stance as if he was pouting, "Oh come on, you really think you can run from me like that?", just as nonchalantly he hurled his throwing knife at the clone in the middle, or rather, it would keep flying to hit the clown in the back, except it didn't. A split moment later, Jack would use his semblance to close the distance, punch the middle clone in the face and then catch his previously thrown knife, in that order, in one single motion. As he spun to a stop, he put his leg out, using the momentum to trip the middle clone before finishing it off with an axe kick. It had not a single chance to react. Was this the man's semblance? If so... Then the one running might not even be the real one. He must be hiding. Just as this train of thought was starting, one of the clones on the side went in for a punch, which Jack easily side-stepped then grabbed onto the clone, vaulting around and over, on top it's back, using his weight to slam it's face into the ground before dong a backflip evading the clone's kicking advance, only to cancel it mid-air into a semblence dash, slashing the clone across the chest. He wasted no time to catch up to the one running. Maybe in some worlds, outrunning the speed of lightning was possible, but in this one, unless you had the semblance to do it, that was impossible, and in this case the clown would have to quickly realize this as Jack went to punch the clown in the face.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald - Tour - Emerald was more than happy to continue on with the tour. The library had been fun, but she'd seen everything she wanted to see there, especially after what happened with her tail. She found herself glancing at Gratia often, just to make sure her tail wasn't anywhere close to Ms. Grumpy. As the tour continued and they headed off toward who knows where, Emerald became lost in her own thoughts. She needed to call Dad and tell him she was doing fine. Her parents worried a lot, and when she told them about her transfer to Beacon it only grew worse. Emmy figured if they had it their way she'd have never left home. Her reassurances that she could handle herself out there, so far from home never seemed to be enough for her doting parents. But Beacon seemed like a pretty safe place, and she would tell them as much! Sure there were always the racist assholes to deal with, but that was everywhere. She could always throw things at them and blow raspberries. What snapped her back to reality and out of her thoughts was a aroma of what was most certainly pizza, the greatest invention of all time. Emmy was clearly more interested in the food that the massive dining hall and more interested in the food itself, as she seemed to almost vanish from where she stood to right in front of boxes of pizza. She took three slices and a soda can, not even looking at the salad. Because who ate salad with pizza anyway? She then sat down the rest of the tour group and ate her pizza, and probably to the shock of everyone else, was rather silent as she ate. She only seem concerned with her food for the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour "Wait, does the lack of a response mean no?" Napoli asked a little forlorn as Bianca followed the rest of the group, truth be told he did kind of want that pillow. Nothing beat a good night's rest after all, and what better to ensure you slept well than having a great pillow. A one of kind pillow that only he had, in fact no one could ever say that his pillow and another were birds of a feather. Dang it, that was beautiful, why do I have to think all my best jokes. My genius being confined is a crime against humanity. Wait. Where did everyone else go? Crap! They all forgot about me! Breaking off into a sprint, Napoli found himself dashing in the vague direction he had last see them going. I really, really, need to stop getting hung up on my jokes, as brilliant as they may be. It's not my fault I got blessed with such a beautiful mind. Didn't someone make a movie about that? Sucks the guy died, Nohn Jash was the name right? Wait, I'm totally off topic again. As if on cue, Napoli then noticed the others, all sitting comfortably enjoying pizza and salad. Just another typical day with Team VGNB. Speaking of which, Napoli had the brilliant timing to stumble in just as Bianca was going over her dumb plan again. Did she expect that putting out flyers would allow people to fly to her level. Damn, I did it again, I swear all my best jokes. Completely wasted. Napoli could only shake his head, as he grabbed some triple cheese pizza, a can of Big Hill Mist, and some salad, and took a seat by the others. "Hey Bianca, how bout we make a bet. When the flyer thing inevitably fails, I get the pillow. Sound good?" Napoli grinned, as another beautiful thought came to mind, "For that matter, we could make things even more interesting if the rest of the team joined in. Hey Vega, what do you think?" Seriously, a beautiful mind. "Also," he added, "if you're really itching for a fight that badly, Mercutio and Arsene are always willing to oblige. Scapino tends to be the only one that gets used on most occasions."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane grinned at celebration behind them, she liked making people happy, it made her feel like she was doing her job right, even if she was only in training. "Ya, they were a little weird, but hey everybody is weird somehow right?" she said in response to Sepia as they made their way to the Land of Walt. This place was amazing, she had never actually been to an amusement park before. She struggled with the temptation, they were supposed to be investigating right now or at least patrolling. But she REALLY wanted to hit the Ursa in the face. Krysthane loooved ice cream and she wanted some sort of extra prize even more. Maybe if they spent just like five minutes here, hit the ursa, then be gone. Oh, then they could talk to the security guards, if anyone knew about any miscreants in the area it would be them. "Alright here is the plan." Krysthane said conspiratorially to Sepia, "We go in real quick, we both smack the Ursa for the prizes, eat the ice cream, 'cause obviously we gonna win, and then talk to the guards about the gang or whatever. Sound good?" she asked Sepia hoping that she wouldn't offer any rebuttal. Krysthane knew they should just investigate right away but it couldn't hurt to have some fun first right? and partly @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Confused rabbit. This was bad was the main thought that was travelling through her head it was confusing to say the least one moment she was at the casino next she knew she was ambushed by enemies and grimm. Having her rifle ready she saw them heading towards her and her mind went onto autopilot as she set her gun to its machine gun form. Taking aim she fired her mind saw she was in danger and as such she took aim and fired at her enemies despite her mind telling her its a trick. "Roar for me Byakko" she screamed as she took out a blue colored cartridge and placed it into her machine gun. As if one command with the shells of her bullets falling down around her she set freezing the large enemies while jumping from perceived attacks at her.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond scrambled behind the tank, hoping it was heavy enough. The tincan rocked violently, but the lack of it landing on her told the thief she was safe for now. She finally peered over the machine and saw the destruction her plan brought on the land around. But hey, it's only stupid if it doesn't work! The fire was out, as were most of the bugs. The radios were still out, but the massive explosion had to have been noticeable as far as Vale. Somebody will come notice soon and pick up what's left of the camp. As for the team, they still had work to do. "Y'all right?" she hollered, looking around for her teammates. "Get us over to that truck, we need to deliver them both back." she said, getting the tow cables ready. Hopefully they would be able to put it back on it's wheels and then they could hopefully go back home. Diamond has had enough for one day. In her mind they didn't do badly. But she was worried with just how easily the team gave up. It was especially worrying in Marcus' case. If the head is cut off, the rest dies easily. She'd have to have a few words with him once they got back about that. The last part that stank was how useless she felt during all of this. The others had some way to put out the fire, or kill the insects, and what did she have? Sneaking around and one idea that had a 50:50 chance of success. That wouldn't do. Maybe she should transfer to armory class while she still could to get herself some better gear. But seeing how ineffective bullets would have been against targets this tiny and fast, she was coming back to the same solution as before. Diamond didn't really have much experience with dust, but hey - somebody somewhere back in history had to use it for the first time, and it worked. She'd just have to find a way to make it work.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour "That's not a no." Bianca said with a giggle stabbing some more lettuce onto her fork as Gratia told her to postpone her propositioning. She wasn't all that serious about any of this, but she did think it was really fun. Besides maybe she gets a good couple nights out of all her propositioning down the line someday. Good for Bianca. "Oh, I'm sorry dear," Bianca said as she realized she had forgotten to answer Napoli "I'm not such a prude to disallow you a custom made pillow. But I do enjoy the idea of making this interesting. Gelure is itching for a fight as well." Bianca purred, putting her fork down on the table. "But you get such an extravagant pillow, handmade by one of the most beautiful girls you've ever met, what could you possibly offer me if I win?" Bianca was good at negotiations she found herself constantly in positions where she had to use her wit and charm to counter her opponent's own mind. The trick was to make them stop thinking about themselves and keep them entirely focused on her. She was good at that as well. In a typical interrogation it would be as simple an undone button for her to completely decimate her enemy. She prided herself on her ability to decimate, it was what made Bianca, Bianca. "I'd also like to point out the error in your previous statement." Bianca said adjusting in her seat. She looked, almost a little flustered. "My plan will work out better than last time in Haven and I don't want to hear anything more about it." Bianca said quietly to Napoli, the disaster that was 'A Date With An Angel' couldn't be understated. But alas, season two would be a righteous victory. "Besides I expect everyone here will try out which should bring the class average up substantially." Bianca said, effortlessly recovering after her flustered whisper. That was to be expected though. After all the nickname 'Angel' didn't just come from her wings. A lot of it came from her personality. It was first given to Bianca when a man walked into her music final in Haven two years ago. She had this habit of spreading her wings whenever she played the piano. And from that day forward to Haven she was 'The Angel'. But to VGNB she was still the same old cocky bitch.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "Timeout! Timeout! Timeout!", Jack furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly in disbelief. He was about to step forward and just punch him again, but before he could, the guy pulled out a flashbang after yelling to close your eyes. Of course, he'd rather avoid being stunned, so he covered his eyes as he threw it down. Normally, Jack could've stopped this, his semblance was fast enough, but the way this guy was caught him completely off guard. By the time he removed his arm from his face, there were three clones, running in three different directions. "I guess this is a good chance to try a new trick...", he said to himself. He took out one dagger, and stabbed it into the floor in front of him, before getting the other and throwing it at one of the clones. It swept clean past them, but as it did, Jack used his daggers as lightning rods for his Semblance, essentially to enable him to use small bursts of his Lightning Rod special. Instantly punching the clone in the front and back, retrieving the dagger on arrival, and then returning to the dagger he struck into the ground. "Hm... not that one", he said, there were two left. The only place they could run is around this battlefield, why though? How did this guy even plan on winning...? In any case, he repeated the technique with the second one, and into a poof of smoke that one goes too. By the time he was onto the third one, he was turning a corner. Jack clicked his tongue in annoyance and dashed his way after the clown.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson was passed out in the vehicle, Timeskip a few hours= Greyson soon found himself waking up in the infirmary of the school looking around slightly and he tried to sit up but the pain in his chest prevented him from doing so. Greyson moved his patient coat and saw the bandages around the spot he got shot and he moved his legs sighing loudly in relief knowing he wasn't paralyzed again like before. Greyson looked around wondering where Robert and Pricilla would be knowing they both wanted to ask him about what he said during the mission. Greyson really believed he was going to die and what he said was death bed confession nothing more nothing less. Greyson needed to explain that if he died without saying how he felt about Pricilla he would regret it in the after life. Right now all he could do is wait and see when they would come and visit him and wondering he could get some playing cards in here so he could play a game until he felt better...</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Sarina Tala Dei and Vega Venetia (VGNB) The two cousins listened to the conversation occurring among Gratia, Bianca and Napoli while eating their salad, which was first and then the pizza. Vega and Sarina found it odd and was in disbelief that Bianca thrusted her fork on the center of the table that somewhat attracted other eyes to looking at them as they continued eat. "No." Vega said to Napoli as she then took a sip of soda. "I just don't feel like dating right now." Vega said flatly, remembering an old, brutal memory that broke her heart during her sophomore year at Haven noted by her teammates. No one talks about it but they remember the scene with Sarina. She could re-enter it but does not want to. "Or me," said Sarina to Bianca "Arbiter Astra hasn't had a good blade to clash with in a long time." And because of that bastard Paron for tricking me… She thought of it with anger as she grabbed a next pizza out from a box and bit down on the pizza angrily. Vega noticed it and knew that the affairs she got into was of her own personal matter ever since of the incident back in Haven. After all she was a strong willed person who yet changed after it. Vega then ignored Gratia weird statement until she noticed a breeze picking up. It seemed odd that in an enclosed space the wind would pick up. It must have been coming from some other source, someone's semblance as she thought of. She began looking around as other students were perplexed by the weird breeze that came into existence and empty plates, loose napkins etc. began flying. When Emerald spoke out, Vega found it coincidental. She then turned her attention to her. "Indeed I find it odd that a breeze would pick up in an enclosed place do you not think?" As she said questioningly and looked to the others of Team VGNB and her cousin who was looking upon her scroll then back to Emerald with a stern look.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Jack vs Clown As Jack chased after the only Clown left, the real Clown rolled out from under a sofa that had been next to where the flash grenade had gone off. He stood and slightly lifted his mask to rub his eyes, which still stung from the explosion of bright light. "That should keep him busy long enough," he said as he approached a large wardrobe. He pressed a button to reveal it to actually be hiding a secret entrance. The clown walked inside with a grin on his face so large that it almost matched the exaggerated one on his mask. With a press of another button, the secret entrance closed behind him. After a few moments, the door slid open again to reveal the Clown and his clones adorned in heavy ballistic vests and carrying large light machine guns. They stood prepared for Jack's return. Luke and Ciel vs Mordred and Morgan Mordred was kneeling on the floor trying to catch his breath, barely keeping himself from falling to the floor after Luke's extremely effective assault. It was with great luck for him that Ciel reacted to Morgan's illusions when she did. Suddenly, several shots flew towards Luke from Ciel's weapon, all of them either missing or harmlessly bouncing off his aura. Still, this was enough of a distraction that Mordred was able to stand back up and regroup with Morgan. "Have a nice nap?" Morgan teased Mordred. Morgan didn't even blink an eye at Mordred's reply of a threatening glare in her direction. "Don't worry, I'll handle your opponent for you as well." In Ciel's mind, she saw the Grimm that had previously been Luke, suddenly begin to transform again. Now it had gone from a boarbatusk to a full Ursa Major. Luke's best bet to end the illusions would be to try to avoid Ciel's attacks without trying to hurt his teammate, something that was much easier said than done; then get past, an admitablly weakened, Mordred; before finally having to defeat the source of the illusions, Morgan. He certainly had his work cut out for him.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Under Fire BANGBANGBANGBANG What the-- Ciel?! Well, that certainly had changed the tide of the situation. Straight from nearly-sure victory to being on the wrong side of a three-on-one. What was this, middle school all over again?! Shoving the complaints aside and sprinting after the (severely winded and dazed) Faunus he'd been mauling a moment earlier, he at least could take solace in that knew what he needed to do. Morgan's mistake was assuming he couldn't hear just because his hair was a bit shaggy. Honestly. Did people just not care about him? He was right there. Even if he'd turned to gawk at his teammate for a moment (unfortunately allowing Mordred precious moments to recover), he still had his ears on a... I never found that phrase. Anyway. Obviously she was pulling something to cause Ciel to have her sudden change of heart, given her comment about "handling" Luke for his opponent. Anyone could make the correlation between that and the sudden cryogenic rounds bouncing off of his aura. He grimaced even as he advanced upon the still-shaky Mordred; those would make life a bit closer to hell if one landed. Ice repeatedly tearing through flesh... Even with his semblance nullifying any long-term effects of that, it was still painful to simply imagine, let alone actually experience! Keeping a mental note of Ciel's position, Luke circled towards his right, angling himself so Mordred was in the way of at least some of the incoming fire from his teammate. As soon as he sensed the Faunus following his lateral motion, he switched gears, this time springing diagonally forward and to the left, smacking that mask again with a stiff lead right. Making economical use of his momentum, he transferred the same energy from the burst forward and punch that covered the distance between him and his foe and weaved low, transitioning from striking to something a bit more familiar: Wrestling. Takedown Basics-- 1. Remove opponent's base. Luke scythed his arms around the back of Mordred's knees and locked his hands together, reaping inward with the big muscle groups of his chest and back. 2. Attack their center of gravity. While he was completing the first step, he never halted his forward motion, driving his shoulder straight through Mordred's hips like an oncoming train. 3. Complete and obtain top position. The combination of these twin factors, Mordred's base being pulled out from under him and his hips being jostled off position, as well as his being caught unawares by the sudden shift in tactics resulted in the teen accomplishing a formidable double-leg takedown. And while he may not have quite been Fedor Emelianenko, he could certainly take a page out of The Last Emperor's book. Having one's own weight and Luke's being forcibly driven onto the hard, unforgiving floor of the club was a recipe for injury at the very least. A dull thud followed as the entangled bodies hit the floor, Luke roughly in what was known as side control. Hopefully Mordred'd hit his head on the way down and would be out of the picture. While the entire sequence had taken less than a second to complete, every instant Ciel thought he was an enemy put him in more and more danger of being drastically injured by that gun if something got through his Aura. Getting torn to shreds by his own teammate on their first mission together was not how he wanted to go out!</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra called bullshit. Where did all that freaking water come from? "Fucking hell. Playtime is over!" Skyra hated such an amount of water, especially when she got wet. But for the moment, she didn't mind the water at all, in fact, it was pretty beneficial to hide herself behind a curtain of water that she managed to make with her swords. Using this, she threw up the curtain to fool the girl into believing she was going to hide behind it. Instead she used her speed to quickly and quietly maneuver herself around the wall of water to slash both anchors in such a way that they got unrooted, where she hoped, the water conjured by the girl's semblence would throw herself off her feet.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon knew they were pushing the girl to her limits when she summoned a bunch of water onto the streets. They needed to deliver a decisive blow now before she actually finishes her attack. Hold his ground and his breath Ebon commanded his R-Types to swarm the girl and blast her. They didn't let up; they filled the air with lasers if it wasn't filled with water. And even if it was the R-Types could safely navigate in water anyways. He launched more Arrowhead R-Types to swam the girl with lasers. He was going to fill her with so many holes water that her blood would flow like the water.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "Not this one either...", he muttered as the clone disappeared into nothing. He immediately turned around and saw clones, in ballistic vests with light machine-guns. He saw the hidden door close behind it, but no sign of anyone else... It was likely he was beyond that door. "They should've renamed this place to Clown's Tricks and Nuisances", he muttered, jumping down the rafter above one of the clones. As fast as he was, running into gunfire was still a foolhardy endeavour. They had ranged weapons, so naturally, he had to get close to render them useless. His first move was an imbued slash directly from above, managing to penetrate the ballistic vest from behind, just as quickly he dashed behind another and slit it's throat as he did so. There were too many for another direct assault, so instead he back flipped into cover and disappeared with their gunfire tailing him. At this point they were probably expecting him to come in from above again. Normally he can clean them up, but these vests made it hard for him to blindly strike them. He repeated this method, but from different positions, managing to catch them and assassinate them from various positions, such as under tables, behind corners, behind chairs and even coming from above again. Within a dozen seconds there was only one left, leaving Jack to simply dash to it and acrobatically take it down himself. Now all that's left was the secret door... "That took awhile... If this is an escape route, he must be pretty far away...", he muttered to himself, before trying to find some kind of switch.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson Robert sat in the infirmary with the rest of his team, staring at the corner of the room and sulking about the results of his last mission. The sound of approaching footsteps derailed his train of thought and he looked to see Abel helping his team leader get to one of the beds. Realizing that he wasn't the only person in the world, Robert tried his best to appear more like his normal self. Nodding at Abel's comment about the rest of his team's injury status, Robert replied, "Yeah, our mission was definitely not a walk in the park." When Abel commented on Priscilla, Robert turned to his girlfriend to see what he was talking about. "I... think she's alright. I'm not the most observant person in the world. That's probably an understatement, actually." Robert turned back to Abel as he mentioned his mission. "I... think we succeeded. I don't know. Think we saved all the civilians, though it certainly didn't feel like much of a win when that many of the White Fang get away. Anyway, tell me more about this ferret." Jack vs Clown Once Jack would find the switch to open the secret entrance, he would be met with more gunfire from more clones as well as the real Clown. Contrary to his belief, this wasn't a secret passage to an escape route. It was more of a panic room, with only one way in or out. Getting past four heavily armed and armoured foes all trained solely in his direction and in close to midrange would most likely take some ingenuity on Jack's part rather than just his speed semblance. Luke vs Ciel vs Morgan Morgan, still sure of a victory over the Beacon students, smiled as Mordred fell to Luke's attack. She'd be sure to make fun of her mute partner later. As Luke dodged around the casino floor, trying his best to avoid Ciel's attacks, Morgan shouted over to the huntress-in-training. "That thing killed Luke, kill it already Ciel." If she were to look in Morgan's direction, she would appear to look like Mokuren and the unconscious Mordred would appear like a butchered Luke.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian - Vale errands Cian had woken early set on getting her business done for the day. After the whole situation with the arena she decided that one during the mission she found out her coat while comfortable was actually not good for missions. Since it got in the way more times than not and her shoes was no good anymore either with the holes and other things that it had gotten during the mission. So not only did she need a new wardrobe but she had some training to do in trying to get better. Heading she wandered around vale her some new clothes was on her list for the foremost as wind passed by it blew her hair with it covering her face. With a sigh she stopped for a moment and brushed her hair out of the way it seemed that a hair cut might be in order as well she personally could not stand long hair since with her weapon it can get in the way of her sights. Though as she was about to step out she spotted Jack and decided to at least pay greetings to her team leader. "Ah hello there Jack how are you this day?" she decided to ask after all if anything Jack might be able to point her out to the best place to get some better clothes.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "I'm doing pretty okay I think", he responded, seeing Cian on the next street as she greeted him. Coincidence that he was just thinking about the rest of the team and Cian the only one he wasn't sure of was here. Mokuren on the other hand always did her thing and he's kind of used to that now. Though... He was more than doing okay, judging by all the arcade prizes he was holding. What was he going to do with these...? Where was he going to put them...? Probably in the team room. The Ursa and Deathstalker plushies might look good on the cupboard, but in any case... "Just trying to find somewhere for lunch. What about you? Bored? Need to find something?... Want a plushie?", he asked in return, pulling out an Ursa plush toy.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Uhhh... Well", he began, as Cian inquired on what he was doing. The bags of prizes with the game arcade's logo on them should've given that away. He looked to the bags for a moment before finally turning back to Cian and saying, "Fun, I guess, I was at the arcade", he shrugged. As for lunch, he had no idea... So he was probably going to go to try the first thing that he saw that fancied him, which happened to be an Italian restaurant on this side of Vale. The two seated themselves there and began to order, Jack ended up ordering one of the more interesting dishes from the menu for himself though. "So, do you have a look in mind? You can't go clothes shopping and getting a haircut without having a look in mind... Or else you'll be out all day... But yeah, personally your current look is fine, maybe just get hair clips to keep the hair out of your eyes instead?", he offered his advice, as they waited for their orders.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "I have a idea on what I want in mind in terms of clothes that shouldn't be to hard to get. Beyond that the haircut is mainly for my peace of mind I find myself unsure on if even with hairclips that my hair might slip out or it might get broken in battle." Cian said as she answered the main question. "Beyond that is probably the only thing I was searching for at the moment though for the clothes I am planning on getting them made of sturdier material than my previous clothes and jacket." She mentioned off hand as she took a small sip of a glass of water that was placed for them. "So I see you had a pretty successful trip at the arcade." She continued pointing towards the bags of plush toys that was on the ground next to his chair.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--You're Slipping, buddy "Yeah." he replied, increasingly full of an uncomfortable grimace. He felt all kinds of mixed messages here. Was she just annoyedly humoring him? Looking to pass the time too? Putting him on the spot and making it as one-sided a conversation as possible for her own amusement? Not that it really was one yet... No, he couldn't let things drop off like this. As the man who started the conversation, it was his duty to see it through! To stick to his guns! He offered small talk, and if it was on him to pass that time for the two of them alone, so be it! She accepted the invitation, and so help him, he would deliver! "Any plans?" He asked off-handedly, brushing his own lengthening bangs a bit past his normally concealed left eye.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock "Getting on a fucking airship." Despite the vulgar phrasing, the teenaged Huntress' tone betrayed none of the frustrations and abrasiveness that would have usually accompanied such a statement. Her impatience continued to bubble underneath her composure, but it had yet to spill over into this shitty excuse of a conversation with the boy standing behind her. Humouring his half-hearted attempt at engaging in small talk with her happened to be, in hindsight, a difficult activity to keep up. Gratia was not particularly fond of talking to the idiotic masses that filled the human city-states of Remnant; a lot of the time they would spout nothing but absolute balderdash. "Guess you are as well." Her next statement was just as understated as the first, but there was a slightly dry aspect to her tone this time. She was evidently annoyed at the entire situation, with the fucking airship still yet to arrive and take her down to whatever shitty stores the city of Vale possessed, though her solemn, impassive appearance had yet to change dramatically, the only sign that she found the entire endeavour a fucking waste of time being a change in her posture, the weight of her body moving from her left leg to the right.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald watched the fight with interest, it was getting really intense now, Gren had stuck himself to Ebon's shield, which seemed pretty crazy. Though Diamond's inquiry drew her attention away from the fight and to the hat wearing thief's. "Well…the hangover is gone, but then I banged my head on the ceiling so now it hurts again." She shrugged. "And I say pajamas should be for any time of the day." She was a firm believer in that. Emmy glanced at the other girl standing with them, she didn't recognize her, then again there was a lot of people she didn't know yet. Emmy turned her attention back to the fight, it seemed to be coming to the end now. Ebon put everything on telepathically throwing his shield at Gren. But the boar faunus simply stepped over it like it was nothing as his weapon became a freakin chainsaw and dug into Ebon's shoulder, ending the match. Emmy let out a cheer. "Yeah! Score for the Faunus woo!"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hell yeah I did, when I found out they had Grimm made into plush toys I just went to town. I think I'm fairly skilled", modest yet not modest was his tone here, but he turned back to Cian's concerns though. Sturdier material...? The coat he wears to battle was given to him by the previous owner in his home city, and it's plenty sturdy. Well, what he was wearing wasn't that, but in any case... He did know a place. "Oh, so you're shopping for battle gear. In that case, I might know a place. I still need to pick my coat up from that place too", the last mission only put a few bullet holes in his coat's tails, so the repairs were cheap and quick, he still had to pick them up though. "We can ask them if they can make you some new battle gear", he actually almost forgot to pick his coat up today... Would've been awkward if he forgot to up until the next mission... "Hey, maybe they can even make special hairclips..."</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "First my Name is Cian, my weapon is Multi Variable Assault Rifle. Beyond that I would like everything on this list if possible." She said handing the man a slip of paper that contained all she needed. The paper listing out to the smallest details everything she was looking for from a pair of black short pants and a black tanktop and a white coat that had a black fur trim and a long pair of black leather boots and two pairs of a large leather belt. "Do you believe that you can complete this order? Oh! also do you think you can get a three hair clips that can stand to the stuff we will be facing?" She asked since she was unsure on if the person would be able to complete something like this or not including the hair clips. Looking at both the man and Jack she waited for a response to see if he could do something like this if not she will take her business somewhere else she knew one place but they were a bit pricey at times.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald waved goodbye to Krysanthe, before turning to Diamond. "Welp, now that the excitement is over...I'm gonna head back to the dorm, put my usual outfit on, maybe go eat a snack...bye!" She ran off without letting Diamond say a word, giggling. She figured that admitting she was gonna go put clothes on after defending the wearing of pajamas would confuse her, which was what she was hoping for. She ran out of the gym, heading down the halls rather quickly, why walk when you could run and feel the wind blowing on your face? She continued down the hallway, dodging and weaving random objects and people as she did. It wasn't long before the dorm that belonged to team MODE was in sight! She slowed down as she reached the door, using her scroll to unlock it, she entered the dorm. She giggled before leaping onto her bed and landing on it tummy first, before she got dressed she wanted to feel how soft her bed was, she tangled herself up in her sheets. She lay there for a few moments, and got to thinking maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt...she was tired from sprinting the whole way to the dorm and laying their felt sooo nice. She closed her eyes...she'd take five minutes. Maybe fifteen.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship Landing Chattering students were already dispersing from the urheimat that was the airship's entry/exit bay, filing off the transport and moving out into the city of Vale. Gratia would be joining them soon to explore the kingdom so new to her, and so it would be here that she part ways with the boy that had served as her conversation partner throughout the ride down from Beacon Academy. It was somewhat of a shame; he was a slightly more interesting figure than the other teenagers that surrounded them, but her journey from now on would be travelled on her lonesome. "The same to you, Luke Schwarz," she replied with little emotion, though her strong, clear (if seemingly accented to non-Mistralese ears) voice held hints that despite her impassive expression, there was an atom-sized amount of respect in her tone. She would endeavour to keep the boy in mind if she ever saw him amongst the hordes of students in either class or the hallways. Luke Schwarz was not a name she was to forget any time soon. With one last nod, the Huntress disappeared into the crowd.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Roaming the halls, towards the Dormitories Freshly showered and casually dressed, Shiro walked as he dug a fluffy white towel that was just as white as his hair into his feline ears. One thing that irritated him to no end was attempting to dry out the insides of his ears after bathing. Sure, the rest of his body was squeaky clean and dry, comfortably clothed and all. But no, he always had to fight to get the last bits of moisture out of the confines of his ears. Absolutely annoying. One eye shut tight as he struggled with the towel in each alternating ear, Shiro was dressed simply today. He decided to go out today in a short-sleeved black t-shirt, blue jeans with accompanying belt, and black-and-white sneakers. Not forgetting to include the white bandages that completely covered his arms from the elbows down, of course. Exasperated, Shiro gave up at his attempt to dry out his ears. As he muttered to himself and wrapped his filthy workout attire in the towel, he rounded the corner leading to the team's dormitory only to halt in his tracks. Further down the way, a small trio of students were standing around chatting. Though nothing out of the ordinary as far as general school life was concerned, it was the choice of attire or lack of attire of one of the three that raised a cause for concern. He vaguely recognized the gentleman as another fellow student that attended Practice class with him, but he couldn't remember the guy's name. To add to the oddity of it all, Sapphire was speaking to him about...something. Again, nothing odd there, but seeing his team leader in regular clothing was a little odd. Not that it mattered to him, he hardly saw or spoke to her anyways. There was a third, rather large gentleman conversing with the other two that completed the trio. Shiro tilted his head, his curiosity drawing out this odd slanted habit of his. Scoot, who sat on his shoulders tilted his head with him. Playfully mimicking his 'chauffeur' for no reason other than that. Shiro recognized the larger gentleman to be Abel. He thought to run up and perhaps say 'Hi' or something to that nature, but ultimately decided against it. Shaking his head, Shiro made the semi-rare decision to keep to himself and just mind his own business. He had other things to do today and having his mood dampened by Sapphire wasn't on the agenda. Turning away, Shiro opened the door to his room and entered, shutting the door behind him. After tossing his dirty laundry into its appropriate receptacle, Shiro was back out minutes later. With his back turned to the half-naked towel boy, meathead-boy, and...Ms. Rode, Shiro stuffed his bandaged hands into his jean pockets and turned to Scoot with a smile. "So, Scoot. What do you feel like doing today? You want to go into town with me?" The ferret looked up at Shiro excitedly and telepathically exclaimed "Fun!" Grinning, Shiro patted Scoot's head and briskly made his way towards the Airship Docks to catch a ride into the city. He didn't have much planned in all actuality. It never hurt to just go out and do nothing. To just chill and have time to yourself. If all went well today would fly by and classes would start the following day. Peaceful. That was the idea. Honestly, there was no real 'plan' to begin with. It didn't hit Shiro until just this moment, but the other teams did all return from their missions. He had heard through the grapevine that other teams had been formed and reformed with new replacement students. Though, they weren't what was on Shiro's mind. He wondered how Ms. Sabella's first mission had gone and if she was doing alright. Blinking, he also recalled his terrible first impression on the new team formed from Haven transfer students. He made a mental note to apologize for his disruptive behavior and make some second attempt at restoring his bad image, if he ran into any of them that was.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale - Armour Store Packing away the hair clips she was about to leave when she saw Luke come in. Well now wasn't this a surprise the only one missing was Mokuren but it was probably a good thing she wasn't here considering her standard attitude. "Hello Luke I hope you are well?" She asked since it was only polite after all. Plus they were team mates it was probably for the best that they at least have some interaction with each other to build up teamwork or something along those lines she supposed. Still she was unsure on if she leave for her haircut or just stay and see what Luke was up up. Plus Jack wanted to come for reasons unknown to her beyond his whole in it till the end deal he seems to be on.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald's ears flicked when Oswald entered the room. She wasn't all that heavy of a sleeper, with the sharp ears that she had. She wondered what he was chuckling about as he entered the room. She slowly pushed her body up, holding herself up with her arms, sheets still covering her, it made her look like a small hill rising in the bed, except with furry ears. Then Oswald said something about taking a shower and then going into town with a girl named Sapphire. Emmy thought it was a nice name. Before she could ask him more about it, he'd already walked out the door. Well, that was okay, he'd have to come back to the dorm after he showered. She was wondering if she could tag along, maybe bring Diamond too. It wouldn't hurt to ask.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane took a step back as some guy rounded the corner the same time she did and bumped into her. She quickly attempted to utter an apology but he beat her to it. Her face light up when he said something about bowling. That was a perfect idea, she had been wondering what to do, she could take her team on a bowling trip. She had never tried it before but from all accounts it was a fun time. "No no I'm fine, thoooooough if you're going bowling, perhaps you'd um, show me the way? As soon as I get my team that is. I was planning on doing something teambuilding-y, but I didn't really have any ideas until you said something about bowling so know I'm planning on doing that. So ya?" Krysthane asked gathering speed as she talked and ending with what she hoped counted as a friendly smile. A quick survey noted the guy in question had eyes a remarkably pleasant shade of blue and an equally pleasantly developed body.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia was having a strange dream. In it, a bee kept buzzing around her face and trying to land on her nose. No matter how many times she shooed it way, the annoying little insect just kept coming back. Growing more and more frustrated, Sepia eventually gave in and just swatted the thing when it landed on her for the millionth time. As soon as she touched it, she woke up and her mistake became apparent. Her right hand and nose were now connected via sewing needle. Trying not to jostle it, she spoke to the people who were currently in her dorm. "Guys...I'm a little...stuck."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate For a moment, the guardian was taken completely aback. This girl wants me to show her to the bowling place? Abel dared to hope that he might have a chance after all, but internally he shook his head. This wasn't like all the animated shows he'd watched back in Pallisade; in real life, the chances of stumbling into a relationship were laughably low. That didn't mean, of course, that Abel wasn't willing to help her out. Plus, not many girls smiled at him for no reason. "Yeah, sure. Looking for my team as well. Big boar faunus in green, and a white-haired tiger faunus with a talking ferret. Bowling place's called Drury Lanes. About a block north of the general airship landing zone. Hopefully...or, you know, if the situation provides, our teams might meet at the airship dock in ten minutes-ish." He offered a craggy smile in response. It wasn't an expression his face often hosted, he knew, which either meant that it'd be horrible due to lack of practice, or good due to saving it up. Mentally, he bemoaned himself for thinking about such things. Stop concentrating on your face and work on something cool to say. The guardian crossed his arms. "Sound like a plan?"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Blinking a few times at Emmy's hasty change of mind and even hastier exit, the thief shrugged it off. Something she better get used to, she supposed. Now though she was at a loss of what to do. Breakfast sounded like a good idea. Reaching into her pocket though, she realized there was no wallet, probably forgotten among the morning shenanigans. Cursing under her breath, she shook her head hard. This didn't happen to her! Making a quick exit out of the gym, she headed back to the dorms to locate the missing accessory. In a hurry over the stress of missing the important item, she nearly forgot the cause of her other worries until she walked past BAST's dorm room. Flooring it to get to a different part of the building before she could have an encounter he really didn't want to right now, she didn't stop until MODE's door clicked shut behind her. She heard the shower running, suggesting that would be the last place to look for the wallet. She snickered as she spotted a mass of bed sheets with kitty ears trying to sort itself out and went to look for the wallet in the closet, but it wasn't there. "Damn it, damnitdamnit! where is it? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab!" she hissed under her breath.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – Vale – By Gratia side Vega heard Venetia's voice while she was on her phone. She then let out a deep sigh and she placed her phone back in her bag and caught up to her. "It would have been nice if you sit with me. I'm so tired right now. Anyway how was your exploration of Vale been so far?" The streets were a lot less busy which Vega relished in her mind. She got tired and annoyed by the fact she had to walk through crowds of people in the other districts the amount of flirtatious remarks she both got from both sexes, mainly students.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Vale Streets/Front of Armour Store "Shitty," was her short reply, one tinged with the annoyance of a person who had gone into the world expected something slightly above mediocre, but had those expectations dashed by how less-than-stellar everything was, "I'm not sitting with you. Get some exercise and don't be a fatass." Being constantly connected to the Net had always seemed like such a bother to Gratia; one couldn't do anything without being distracted by whatever random crap that popped up on their phones and devices, and she'd seen a large number of people frequently go through their day to day lives with their eyes plastered to their glowing screens. What a waste of time and productivity; they were wasting opportunities to do actual meaningful shit by watching cat porn or whatever floated their boat. She didn't really care for what people watched anyway (nor was she particularly familiar); her own phone was some old dinky thing that could call, send texts (limited by the amount of credit she had), play that Snakes game and browse the inbuilt news application. It was something the huntress barely used anyway, so that was one avenue of procrastination just gone. Besides, a Scroll was a lot fucking easier to use and she could actually do work on the fucking thing (having an attachable keyboard was a real boon) as well as dick around when she felt like it. "You need a jacket," she added after a second. "It's a relatively windy day today."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Reunited Hm? "Oh, hey guys!" he replied jovially, raising a hand in greeting. "Doing good, just got my new bike. Rides like a dream." he answered, beaming with satisfaction. "What are you guys up to in here? I figured I'd just browse." he asked, casually walking up to the pair. Had to wonder just what the heck all those bags on Jack's arms were... Were those from the local arcade? Oh, yeah. They are. Hell of a lot of prizes. I never beat that claw game... I swear, that thing is rigged. Anyways...</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Speaking of the thief, Diamond had now returned, though she seemed rather distressed about something, as she was looking around the room frantically. Emmy watched her curiously for a few moments, staring at her with her wide eyes as her tail flicked around absently. She wasn't sure if she should say anything, as Diamond seemed to be pretty focused on her search. It was kind of fun just to watch her anyway. After a while though she figured she should at least ask what she was looking for, maybe help her find it. "What's wrong Diamond? You lose something? Oh, and Oswald said he was going into town with Sapphire, maybe we should ask him if we can come along! Could be fun." She figured she might as well ask while she was at it, see if Diamond liked the idea or not.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale - Armour Store "Ahhh, I was just helping little Cian here get some new battle gear", he responded. Luke mentioned a new bike, he peeked out the side and behind Luke and did indeed see a bike. It looked pretty nice. "Oh I didn't know you rode a bike, personally I never really needed anything like that, my semblance is usually all I need", he commented. Knowing first hand, he probably really didn't need a vehicle to get by to most places... In any case, he seemed pretty impressed with the bike. "By the way, has anyone seen Mokuren? It's a day off and she's the only one of us that I haven't seen today", he mentioned.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt decided to walk to the Beacon Docks. He had heard that it had quite a nice view and he was pretty excited to see if he could see Signal from it. He walked past two people talking and sat down on a bench facing the cliff. He heard something about venomous spiders and began laughing quite loudly. "I hear you there buddy. It's worse when you're in the middle of a forest and miles away from the nearest hospital. I had to suck out the poison myself, spit it out, and run to the hospital as fast as I could. Don't mess with Broodlings, that's what I learned that day. Not even if you're positive that there's no Ariadnes around." Cobalt said as he reminisced that day. In actuality he never got bit by a Broodling, it was just a regular spider. It really hurt still, but not fatal like a Broodling bite. Still, he probably sounded like a badass from that story. He got up and walked over to them. "I'm Cobalt. I just transferred here from Signal. What are your names?" He asked as he cracked his stiff neck.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian "Well its good you found a place to get your bike from. Though yeah I just found out about the hair clips now and something like that would be greatly beneficial." Cian said it was a really interesting piece now that she actually thought about it something like that you dont hear much about and when you do its like a fantasy setting. Still it was to beneficial to actually pass up "In terms of battle gear I ordered somethings since I have little to none extra clothing left that isn't torn to shreds. I guess you get to see later when I pick it up tomorrow since that is when it will be done she said off hand. Now you going to look around or follow me and Jack here since he is dead set on following me to get my hair cut." She continued as she looked at the two boys that was in the store with her.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "But that is a really nice bike, really", he commented. He never really found the need for transport, seeing as his semblance would cover his mobility problems in a pinch, but that was still a very good looking bike. It was also just convenient for him that he show Cian to this shop, since he did have to pick up his coat. He was also glad she could get what she needed, seeing as they were on the same team, being ill-prepared intentionally or unintentionally was bad after all. Next though was her haircut. "Hmmmmm, I wouldn't say dead set, more like... I wonder what your hair's going to look like afterward. It'll be fun", he had strange ideas of what was fun, but he was going to be following and seeing how it turns out. He was likely just bored.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes Shiro smiled and thanked Abel for holding open the doors. During the Airship ride into the city, when Abel invited him to go bowling, Shiro was a little skeptical. He had never gone bowling before and knew nothing of the sport. Not to mention it was little irksome to have his original plan of just doing a little shopping thrown out of the window, at least for the time being. But seeing the other team that Abel had invited, it seemed that his friend had intended on this plan for some period of time. So not wanting to be rude, the boy accepted. After thinking about it a little more, it seemed like a great opportunity to make even more new friends. It started sounding more and more fun the longer he thought about it, giving him a great big smile. Of course, he thought to also invite along Robert and Cobalt, once he cleared it with Abel. Making their large group even bigger. After accepting Abel's bowling invitation, the group of them got to chit-chatting. With Scoot somehow becoming the main topic, much to the ferret's own enjoyment. The little guy seemed to adore all of the attention he was receiving. As they all made their introductions to one another Shiro periodically glanced over at the female canine Faunus. Something tugged at his memory strings telling him that he knew her from somewhere, but he just couldn't place it. All he really knew was that her outfit was adorable. Really cute, to be honest. He was just too shy to say anything for the moment. Once he got to know all of them better and got a little more comfortable, he'd be sure to compliment her and check if he actually did know her from somewhere. Some class, perhaps. Looking around, he silently mouthed his awe. Shiro didn't really know much about interior decorating or design, but he liked the look and feel of the place. Looking around, he noticed there was also an eatery and an Arcade. If bowling didn't turn out to be his 'thing', he could at least game and eat. Ears twitching and swiveling as he took in his environment, his attention turned to his comrade Abel when he spoke up. Tilting his head, he thought his friend was acting a little odd. Almost out of place or uncomfortable with something. Shrugging at his friend's question, Shiro said "I'm gonna get something to eat first and maybe check out the arcade. I'll probably hop into a bowling game in the middle or something." As Shiro spoke, Scoot excitedly hopped off of his shoulders and darted off to explore. The adventurous spirit shot back and forth, pausing to stand on his hind legs and sniff at the air before shooting off again like a raggedy, furry bullet. "Fun! Fun!" Shiro laughed at the sight of him, at least his companion liked the idea of going bowling.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Trudging along with the two teams Skyra remained silent for most of the trip to the arcade. There just wasn't anything to say and so Skyra just continued to stare at the members of the other team to analyse them. Standing at the game console, Skyra mentally rubbed her hands. "If ya wanna play, ya don't have to get somebody. I know perfectly well how to set this up., she declared smirking from ear to ear. She simply somersaulted over a railing right into the machine's main seat with ease and comfortably typed away at the console for a few seconds before she exclaimed with a plain "Done!" while winking back at the group.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt smiled at the sight of Scoot so happy and carefree and was even happier when he was invited bowling. He enjoyed the city and was considering going shopping for food. He decided not to though and instead decided to go to the arcade. He looked at some of the machines to figure out which ones he had played. Not many. "Why are there so many fighting games here?" Cobalt questioned out loud, patting his pocket full of spare change. Did he even want to play any of these? They all looked really hard. 'I'm just going to watch people play instead.' Cobalt concluded as he leaned against the wall of the arcade. Some of the people he saw were really good. There was no way he could compare to these guys.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane, Drury Lanes Krysthane watched as Skyra quickly set up the bowling lane. Now was as good a time to learn how to play as any. "So basically you just grab one of these," she gestured at the rack of bowling balls, "and just throw it down the lane and try to knock down as many as you can. Well that doesn't sound too hard." She said confidently and grabbed one of the many balls available. "Set me up for the first turn would ya?" she asked Skyra and walked up to the lane. After furtively sneaking glances at other lanes to see how other people were doing it she was slightly more confused. From what see saw people were holding it a bunch of different ways and rolling it with even more variety. Shrugging and still holding it like a basketball she attempted to roll it down the lane into the waiting pins. It started out looking good moving towards the lean pin but then it started rolling to the left. Krysthane watched distressed as the ball ran into the side right before it reached the pins rolling to the back with no effect. "Um, guess its somebody else's turn." she said somewhat abashed and sat back down, hoping she could learn something from the next person.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Airship -> Drury Lanes Having nothing better to do, Robert agreed to join the large group of students for a round of bowling. While everyone else was talking about the cute ferret, he was lost in memory, trying to remember the one time he had played in the past and what all of the rules are. "How old was I? Six? Seven? Something like that. Now what were the rules? Uhhh... I'll probably just remember when we start. Hehe, man I could barely lift the ball back then," he thought to himself. Robert leaned back against the wall behind him as he reminisced on the earlier days of his life, before the day he lost- He shook his head violently as if doing so would make him forget that night. "Today's going to be a good day. I don't want to or need to remember back then and ruin it." He waited in silence for the airship to finally land so he could follow the large group of students to Drury Lanes. While walking through the bowling alley, he couldn't help but notice the large neon sign that read, 'Arcade.' Robert looked in awe at the many games to choose from. The only thing that kept him from going in was the original reason he came to Drury Lanes, to socialize with his fellow students and make more friends outside of his team by bowling. "I can always come back later," he reminded himself. After taking off his tennis shoes and replacing them for the bowling shoes that they were handing out at the front counter, he sat down at the lane that the girl named Skyra had chosen. When one of the others girls in the group, Krysthane, took her first turn, he couldn't help but look at her quizzically. "I think you get to go one more time before it's the next person's turn."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "You alright?" Ben asked quietly, as though he didn't already know the answer. The answer, very clearly, was 'no'. But given that he had arrived just in time to see his teammate freak out and by all appearances nearly inflict harm to her sparring partner... It was as good an icebreaker as any. And boy was he pretty sure he needed one. Truthfully he hadn't expected to see anything quite like it when he went looking for her. He'd wanted to talk about a few things, vaguely remembered she said something about sparring. And arrived either just in time or at exactly the wrong time, depending on your perspective. Benjamin Lloyd didn't really feel like judging his timing. Helping out his teammate was a higher priority by a couple of orders of magnitude. Amy's past was a colorful one, but he wasn't exactly privy to very much knowledge about her. Aside from what he had observed in their time as teammates, he was limited to whatever she saw fit to mention. He had a feeling that was about to change. "Amy?"</s> <\|message\|>Akashi Mayhiro (Aka in Japanese is red) Akashi Mayhiro- The true archer. --- "Ah, i don't mind really." The taller teen smiled at at Abel "As long as i head to the docks later on, i'm expecting something coming way way." He paused for a second before laughing "Sorry about that! My Name is Akashi Mayhiro" He grinned "Pleasure to meet another student!" patting Abel shoulders he looked around. "Actually, could we grab some food before? I am hungry now that you said it." His brown eye soon spotted a restaurant nearby. "Gr8 Eats, i've heard that place serves awesome burgers!" Licking his lips Akashi strolled this way towards the eatery. "If anyone wants to come join me, i don't mind it! We'll head to the arcade or something like that afterwards!" giggling lightly he entered the shop and was quickly sat down and started wondering what to chose. Hopefully the other was have done what he was doing and followed him. Or head to the arcade. It didn't bother him really.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Yeah, when things get hairy, we'll shave you from danger...", the puns coming out from him and Luke were getting too much, but in any case, that done and done they decided on following Cian to a place for a haircut... If she knew some place. They walked aimlessly for at least a minute before Jack turned to Cian with the question. "You do have a place in mind right?", he inquired. He didn't personally know many places, there are many he had seen. "I mean, do you need a stylist? Or just a normal haircut?", he added.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Math Class His offer to help having gone unnoticed, Robert shrugged and returned to his seat to stare at the paper in front of him. "Wha- What is this? Are those... letters?! Why are there letters? I thought this was Math? Make up your mind, is this Math or English? Ugh, this is horrible," the defeatist said as he slumped in his chair. "No. No, this is no time to give up. I will get through this. I shall prevail over this obstacle! I shall-" Our hero never got to finish that sentence though as the dogfight going on above took its first casualty. Emerald's paper airplane, having been knocked out of the sky by Ebon's, was now on a crash course straight toward Robert's face. "OWW! Why me?!" he shouted as the tip of the plane hit his right eye head-on, just narrowly avoiding his glasses which rested above his nostrils. The red-haired teen, his eye now watering from the earlier impact, looked back down to the problem at hand. He was pretty sure that he had seen problems like this before, despite his earlier complaints, but he just couldn't find anything useful in his eighteen year old mind. "Can't I just go back to bed? At least there'd be a whole lot less danger of getting injured. And I still have Practice today! What's-her-name is probably going to rip into me yet again for something that is, I admit, something I deserve to be yelled at for." Robert let out a sigh. "I'll just do what I know and be done. You can't fault me for trying," he said as he began to work on the page in front of him.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid 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> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies The red-haired swordswoman nodded as she took her blade out. The weight of her claw was quite heavy, no matter how much she wanted to say that it did not hurt her movements. With that in mind, the girl decided to follow her leader's advice and stick to the pads. After leaping onto one of the pads, the red-haired woman saw a red-haired Hunter get slammed off of one of the pads... before he recovered. She doubted that she could withstand those kinds of attacks as well as he did. Above the water, the Hunters were prone to sudden attacks. Below the water, the Hunters were prone to slowed movements. Coordination did seem crucial to avoiding major injuries. So when she saw the Grimm chasing after a blue-haired greatsword wielder, she wondered what she could do. Throwing the Apophis Claw at it may not grant the Grimm enough pain to ignore the greatsword wielder. The strength of the Claw was not superb, and the fact that the Grimm was slightly submerged in water did not help. Throwing it at the greatsword wielder to drag him out of the Grimm's way was also not ideal because some parts of the Claw were quite sharp. Even with the presence of Aura, it sounded too risky to drag the man out of the way with the claw, especially since the Claw was best at dragging things when it impaled them. So the woman took a few steps back before propelling herself to the greatsword wielder's direction. She chose to ignore her leader's advice just for once. As she spiraled towards the blue-haired man, she threw out the Apophis Claw and let it latch its sharp blades into one of the sides of the pool. She drop-kicked him out of the way. The red-haired swordswoman felt her body submerge into clear liquid. She pulled herself away from the location the Grimm was about to hit. As she let the Claw drag her away, she suddenly felt the momentum of her body slow down. The Claw did not dig deep enough and fell off of the solid surface. Out of pure instinct, she reached out for the greatsword-wielder she just kicked and caught his leg. Sangue climbed his body before revealing her face. For some reason, it seemed as if she finally understood why what she did was a bad idea. She clung onto him with a straight, emotionless expression as she simply told the blue-haired man, "Please get me out of here." After all, she had an equal skill to a hydrophobic man when it came ascending from water. Now that she thought about it, she somehow made the situation worse by ignoring Ben's advice and acting by sheer instinct. Though they were near one of the sides of the pool, her Apophis Claw would still make her sink like a rock until she did something to its weight. "Please," she repeated with the same idle expression, though it was clear that she preferred tasting fresh air than the endlessly deep dirt nearby the core of Remnant.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Grimm Studies Sepia skirted the edge of the pool, keeping an eye out for anyone who might need assistance. While she wouldn't really mind getting in herself, Orthus would be best suited to hauling people out. "As long as I can avoid hitting someone with it." She both cringed and smiled at the thought of accidentally thumping someone in the back of the head with a grappling hook. Suddenly, she spotted a red haired girl holding tightly to a boy out in the water. They didn't look too troubled, but she thought it best to check anyway. She used her semblance to link all three of them up. "Do you two need help?" @floodtalon</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Grimm Studies The Megaladeus was still in the water, and keeping his distance and watching was a good idea. This thing didn't have a lot of openings fighting it from the surface even, and being in the water seemed to be even worse. No one so far seemed to do any meaningful damage to it too. Honestly it didn't look good, but now that the Megaladeus had shown itself, he managed to begin tracking its movements. He jumped up onto the pads and began splashing the water with the flat side of his dagger, and moving from pad to pad, trying to get its attention, while keeping mobile and alert, better enabling him to avoid any sneak attack it may somehow mount. There was no chance of dealing any damage to it now, he felt the key was if everyone was in the water, some of the other students equipment ought to be useful underwater after all, and everyone else would act as pressure and assault the shark, or defend the members who could fight it underwater. For now though, just make sure he kept the Megaladeus occupied, to buy some time for everyone else.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Grimm Studies Abel managed to pay a patchy attention at best to both Robert and his teammates, instead focusing on the aquatic monstrosity the class had been tasked to slay. Predictably, RPGD's leader was the first to take the proverbial plunge, dashing onto a pad and then taking time to call out a bet of all things. "How did this man ever beat me?" questioned the guardian in a depressed mutter as the Megaladeus delivered unto Robert a ruthless tailslap. The others, unfortunately, seemed to be following his example in terms of strategy, since the second to attack -Cobalt- lasted only a second before tumbling into the pool from Abel's perspective. At this, the guardian groaned. He, too, was a pretty big guy, and admittedly not all that smart either, but somehow he'd thought of not trying to balance on the little floating pads and placing himself in the perfect position to become chum. Abel continued watching, waiting for an opening to throw the Ampere in for the kill, while Cobalt tore a gash in the Megaladeus's side. Bone armor aside, sharks were not renowned for their external durability, having only cartilage for skin. Though the wound bled profusely, sifting through the water and hinting at the possibility of visual obstruction, it did not cause the Grimm to go berserk. The moment that Sangue leaped into the fray marked the moment Abel realized that his heart was pounding, and the sight of BASL's swordswoman flubbing her rescue of Cobalt and delaying chowdown a mere second or two longer made him realize that he couldn't afford to simply stand at the sidelines and wait to attack—not while there were people he needed to protect. Lowering the Ampere, he ran past Sepia, who didn't seem to understand the immediate danger of the situation Sangue and Cobalt were in. Having produced and activated a water grenade, he lobbed it at the Megaladeus, bopping it on the nose and screwing up its electromagnetic sensors just long enough for the grenade to sink and explode. The resulting current pushed Cobalt and Sangue to the edge of the pool, and Abel knelt with hands extended and great strength ready to pull them both up. This came not a moment too soon, for the Grimm snapped its jaws closed in the spot occupied by the two teens just a second before. If I hadn't helped them up, I would have been in a perfect position to impale it. "Fighting it one at a time is suicide," he snapped, not really sure if the Megaladeus -with its dulled teeth- could kill, but phrasing his sentence morbidly anyway for effect. "Sharks are vicious but dumb," he continued, louder so that others like Robert could hear. "If we can get it to bite something, like a shield or a pad, it'll be open for attack." His eyes tracked the dark shape, returned underwater now that all had left its domain. Infirmary The inside of the machine was still, dark, and quiet, save for the constant electronic hum that reverberated though every molecule of the blond boy's body. He tried to remain still, but could not keep himself from shivering. Beneath the unseen and immutable eye of the scanning device, he felt exposed and bare, just as he had so many times before. Now, however, this process of probing within him felt most scary than ever, for any second, any second now, they could find it. "What's this?" Oh no. Around him, the air began to stir, vibrating in time to his quickened heartbeat. They'd seen it. Somehow, the rays coming from the dark, metal tube around him had pierced through flesh and bone and found it, and carried those images through little wires until they appeared, a catastrophic and revealing mural showing the nurse and the headmaster looking with that calculating, learned intensity over her shoulder, it. Only one thing would remedy the situation. The boy labored to open his mouth, pulling on the elastic strings that pierced hid lips, and sucked in a stale, metallic breath. The next instant, he let fly the captured air as a single, high-pitched whistle, one the entire medical wing could likely hear. Afterward came a thorough and tranquil calm, stiller than the grave, except for a tiny muttering, synthesized from air: "And the rest is silence." A few moments later he began the lengthy and difficult process of removing himself from the scanning machine. Afterward, though he didn't need to, he walked over behind the device anyway, nursing his new bruises and scrapes with shaking hands. In crumpled heaps there lay the nurse and Ozpin, almost sleeplike if not for the odd positions of their limbs. A wave of guilt flooded over the boy, and the air around him manifested the sounds of sobs. Through them broke a new voice, one not from his semblance: do it, boy. If you don't keep Beacon quiet, I'll tell the Phoenix you've been misbehaving. Still sniffling, Jay nodded in muted terror. He crouched over the unconscious bodies, pulled open his mouth, and breathed out a singularity of sound to reside beside them. "Nothing more than malnutrition," the singularity would repeat, over and over, in a droning, voiceless tone that could pierce the ear and prick the brain. "Nothing more than malnutrition." Leaving it behind, the boy sidled over to the display screen for the scanning bed. On it was an x-ray of his torso, and he could see within the picture something he hadn't seen for a long time. Quickly, he looked away, shuffling out of this room and into the next to find a bed and lay down. Though its influence flowed through every fiber of his being, and projected forth the tempo of his soul to move the silent air, Jay didn't want to be reminded of it.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Mission Control Gonna get down on FRIDAY --- One black-haired member of the contingent of four walking down to the pavilion bright and early, or at least what counted as bright and early to a former high-schooler who really wished he could schedule classes on his own time blocks as opposed to having periods to fill, yawned and raised his arms to the sky, stretching languidly with an oddly relaxed demeanor for a Friday morning at Beacon. The week had passed by quicker than he had expected, and had been, in very basic terms, an entirely average week. There were highs-- * Language. * Psychology. * Newfound understanding of mathematics. * Getting to know the class a little better. --and there were lows-- * Practice. * Ending up unable to show Beryl Harken to the pool. * Missing an oppurtunity to convince Beryl Harken to ride double when they headed for the pool * Being acutely aware that his scalp was under constant scrutiny by one or more Vignobles-- + Whenever possible. --But in its totality, the week was a normal, balanced week. While it may have seemed at first glance to have been strange from the get-go, especially judging from the events told about Monday, through the objective, 20/20 lens of hindsight, he had come to recognize that it was actually entirely normal for a day in Beacon. High concentrations of extraordinary individuals lead to high concentrations of extraordinary events. As such, what was extraordinary to him quickly and suddenly became ordinary. Unusual became usual. Outlandish became routine. And he had begun to adapt. Not as quickly as he was sure his mother had, or his sister would, but that being said, he had been faced with a far more jarring transition than to simply be eased into the program by Signal. That also being said, he was an obstinate young man by nature, almost foolishly so. The adaptation had been going at a slow burn rather than the typically foretold explosion of freedom and change one was purportedly to experience in colleges, or college-like settings. He still found himself surprised, for example, to learn that one of his classmates, the leader of Team RWBY, was a girl barely a year, if even that, older than his little sister at Signal. He was surprised to learn that he shared a class with a famous athlete, on team JNPR. I hated that cereal, though... Count Chocula to the grave. Lucas Schwarz, 18-year-old-hunter-in-training-and-sophist-at-large, was, as we just established, still obstinately finding surprise in things even as he was adjusting to life amongst his peers at Beacon, and acknowledge daily (hourly) wackiness as the status quo. So with that in mind, then, it should come as little surprise that he found himself very surprised when he woke up Friday morning. As everyone knew, even well before they transferred or enrolled into Beacon properly, Fridays were dedicated to mission days. At least once a week, a team would go out and gain field experience. This was not the surprise being described, for even the desultory, foolish, easily-surprised Lucas Schwarz was privy to the weekly routine in terms of his classes. His last mission was arguably the worst experience of his life. By necessity and unfortunate timing, he was in both senses of the phrase thrown into the fire on his first day of school. Having likely set a record for "World's shortest span of time between departing and arriving from and to Beacon's Airdock", before he could even unpack he was en route to the Underground Casino. From start to finish, he had felt as though he would snap from his own sheer tension-- everything from simply slipping under the notice of a very bored security officer to the climactic confrontation with the ringleaders themselves, he thought himself a hair's breadth from losing it. He'd had his hand crushed in a closing steel door, and nearly fallen victim to the same fate in his entirety to the automated version. He'd had to bring his A-game combat performance to fight not one, but two senior officers of the White Fang contingent stationed within, after drawing literally every eye in the casino onto himself by making the most overblown scene he could imagine. Maybe I should join theatre-- No. I'm not thespian enough. He'd had more close encounters with fire than he dared dream to happen in a year fending the two of them off, and the very closest one had come from poor Cian, under the hallucinatory effects of Morgan's Semblance. Were it not for his teammates exploitation of cognitive dissonance and their opponent's willingness to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, it was likely that Officer Murphy would have dropped into a much bloodier mess. Would it have been a complete rout? Maybe not. their leader's own combat prowess was formidable, and with that lightning-like speed of his he was probably more than capable of taking out Morgan before she could work her semblance's powers upon him as well, especially if he had taken out their ringleader by his lonesome. Nonetheless: It was an experience that I had reservations upon the idea of repeating. So what, then, was the surprise? It may have been Jack, eternal lover of a good fight, influencing him and his judgement. It may have been Cian, whose eagerness to better herself and put that incident behind her, spurring him on in turn as he watched her leave in the evenings for the firing range, helmet in tow. It may have been Mokuren, her seemingly-constant absences, distant nature, and unrepentantly strange sayings leaving him with more questions than answers about her character, ones he thought may be illuminated in a context so much more reliant on actions than words. It may have simply been his own mind, tired of dredging up singular facts and formulae from the flood of information he had absorbed through each and every class, longing for a change of pace. A type of insanity that came from without, rather than generated from within as it tried to keep up, furiously collating information in the most valiant effort put forth in the XXth century. Whatever the reasoning may have been, the surprise came all the same to the black-haired man: He was looking forward to their mission today. Even in the face of the hard times the first was, he still felt a curious breed of excitement overtake him as he shook off the cobwebs when JCML rolled into the pavilion at precisely 8:50 AM, just ahead of a lively team of Seniors. As a team, they approached one of the many information terminals, and as if hearing them coming, it flared to life. Gray eyes casting their vision over the screen as it flashed for them, he searched for the now all too familiar combination of JCML in the headers, blinking when he found none. He scanned again, noting that a certain few clumps of letters were in pairs-- Wait. He picked out the three secondary names, his face impassive even as his mind began to comprehend the meaning behind their placement. JNPR, with CODE. IFRA, with KNVS. And finally, nonchalantly tacking itself onto a mission he felt a tad guilty for not reading anyways in the first place-- JCML, with BASL. And now IFRA, too. A typo? "A joint mission," he noted carefully, to the team as a whole. "And S-Rank. It looks like we're going to have our work cut out for us, if they plan on sending two teams in, with senior backup." As he awaited the response from his teammates, he looked over his shoulder on either side, in search of four specific pairs of eyes. * Benjamin Lloyd * Amaranth Desire * Sangue Naga * Lorena Negasi "Good thing it's with BASL. They seem to have good heads on their shoulders, and I'm pretty sure we all know how well they do in fights." he continued with a touch of wry humor, relating back to that first wild Monday session of sparring.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Dorms - "Guys are you ready!? Because I've been ready to go for an hour!" Emerald exclaimed quite early in the morning, uncharacteristically alert and hyperactive for how early it was, she normally wasn't much of a morning person. Nevertheless she went to bed earlier than usual Thursday night, and woken up before the rest of her team. To say she'd been anticipating her first mission was an understatement, she'd gone to bed with her heart thumping in her chest, and when she woke up it had been beating even faster. She was ready to kick ass and shoot some Grimm! She'd showered, gotten dressed, eaten, and grabbed her gear in less than an hour, that had to be a record breaker for her. The last four days had been a bit of a blur for her, nothing of note had really happened between then and now, save for the agonizing wait for Friday. But now that wait was over! Emerald looked her outfit over, making sure everything was put on correctly and that her shoes were properly tied and that her shotguns were filled to the brim with ammo and properly cleaned and functional. Of course she'd checked this last night, and a few times this morning already. But it never hurt to check for the fifth time! Emerald looked back at her team, by now they were all either ready, or just about. She couldn't wait in the dorm any longer, so she opened the door. "I'm gonna start heading towards the mission brief!" With those parting words she clipped her weapons onto her arms and headed out the door, moving at a brisk pace toward the Commons. I wonder how many Grimm we're gonna kill...well that's a silly question, all of them! She giggled to herself as she dodged random students rushing through the hallways. The atmosphere of the school felt very tense, she could almost sense the anxiety from the other students, it was very stimulating! Before she even realised it she was at the designated meeting place set by Esther Vanhomrigh. And speaking of Ms. Vanhomrigh, there she was, waiting for them! Emerald had never personally met Esther, but Emerald wasn't one to be shy! "Good morning!" Emerald waved with one of her arms, shotgun and all.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Mission Control with BASL Jack had attended classes as normal, and from thereafter went out shopping for a snack before he would head to HQ. Out of all the other students, he was the one seen going out and hitting the town the most, either for a quick bite to eat, or a cheap thrill at the arcade, or simply browsing some of the stores to see what new stock they had. His wonderment of such simple things were testament to his rather poor upbringing. Such a topic he would not willingly share. His mind wandered to this from time to time, he wondered how the other kids were doing. Unlike him, they weren't talented in any form of combat. Heavy thoughts aside he found himself returning and heading up to mission control eating a bag of potato chips. After the regular processes were done to go on through he spotted Luke on one of the terminals. "Hey Luke, they have these new sweet potato chips now, and they're awesome, you should try some", he was saying, as he stepped beside Luke to look at the monitor. "Huh... I didn't know it was a joint mission. That might be fun", he noted... As they waited for the other team members, their own and BASL, he stood there in waiting silence for a moment, before slowly thrusting the bag of chips closer to Luke. "You want one?"</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Luke Schwarz-- On Mission Looked like the gate wasn't worki-- ! It was fast enough that, for a second, the last member of the JCL trio had reason to believe that he might have just been seeing things. That heightened nerves had created an apparition in the thick, heavy air that they had been trekking through upon their approach. That his instincts were telling him to be wary, if not entirely being forthcoming with the information. On the other hand, this is an S-Rank Mission. I shouldn't chance it. "Did anyone else see that?" he asked the group, tone low and cautious. "Something moved near that corner." According to the briefing, they were coming in with the knowledge that they weren't alone in the slightest-- that the Distillery had multiple Grimm afoot, if not already on top of them. Therefore, they couldn't afford being surprised. --- Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan "Well that's fucking ugly!" the silver-haired Atlesian quipped unnecessarily through the rushing wind, one palm sneaking into a pouch full of small metallic spheres and imbuing them with his Aura. Flinging them out into the air around him, he immediately sent them whizzing at frightful speed, tiny metallic bullets headed straight towards the eyes of the Deathstalker. If nothing else, that'd have to distract the thing.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "I didn't. I just wanted to give you a little something." Gren gave Shiro another one of his award winning smiles as Sapphire showed up. Gren hasn't really spent a lot of time with the team captain outside of training and classes, not since they went out to party. Gren introduced his parents to her, after making it clear she was his leader, not his girlfriend. Awkward time for all, Gren was actually quite happy they didn't spend too long with them before his father or mother started something. Thinking about them brought a smile to Gren's face as Shiro asked about Abel. "Abel? Not sure. He wasn't in bed when I was making breakfast, so-" Speaking of the devil Abel arrived, his breath heavy. If Gren had to guess Abel lost something and had just found it. He'd offer him some tea, but unfortunately Gren only had a cup for himself and Shiro. Now that everyone was gathered Team Swansong left for their mission. Gren handed out the rebreathers, at least to the ones who didn't bring their own. Sapphire also handed out what looked to be earplugs for Shiro and Abel, but not for Gren. Jokingly he called her out. "What? No presents for me? No wonder why you're not my girlfriend." Gren's joke was quickly ignored however as Sapphire announced her Aquaphobia. He was going to make another crack, but refrained from doing so. Sapphire may have a legitimate reason for it so he wasn't going to disrespect it. That being said, this wasn't going to be good considering their enemies. Another thing that caught Gren's attention, mainly out of vanity, was that Sapphire mentioned that Abel was in charge if for some reason she is out of commission. He didn't show it, but that somehow annoyed him. Mainly stemming from the fact he thinks himself a better leader, and knows that Sapphire chose Abel because she doesn't trust him. To be fair, Gren made it evidently clear to her that her mistrust was not misplaced. He was only disappointed that she still doesn't trust him. "Oh well. I could still advise Abel if it comes to it. Basically the same thing really." Gren didn't know a lot about Abel. He was going to need to do something about that later. "Sounds good. Of course, it'll be best if you stay with us. No going out and taking on the boss on your lonesome, eh?" Gren joked, trying to hide his annoyance with a backhanded reference to Sapphire's fight with Pops. Moving on, Gren felt there should be something said about the Sirens they were going to face. "Now anyways, I can't say I know a lot about Sirens. As Sapphire said, they use some sort of singing to hypnotize you, so be sure you have your earplugs in. But because of that make sure you're paying attention to everyone else too: We won't be able to hear each other with the earplugs in. And yeah Abel, they're aquatic. That'll make you rather vital if this fight goes south. My God Eater can use it's Terror Form just fine underwater, but it's Destruction Form, my range combat, won't be possible. My rockets would just fizzle out and my bullets won't go to far. And obviously my flamethrower won't really work. But your spear should work mostly fine, not to mention your electricity semblance would allow you to do more damage to them than I could underwater." Gren than took out his new Scroll, placing it on the floor so that it could create a holographic projection of the town they'll be visiting, with the coastline as well. "Not only that but I swim like a minivan, so either bring the enemy to the sea floor keep it near the surface. I can use my semblance to walk on water, but it won't really help me once I go under. Additionally, while our biggest priority is to take out the Siren, this isn't just a kill mission. There are some missing people, and assuming that the Siren didn't kill them we should do our best to find them or their remains. Here," Gren zoomed in on a cluster of boulders at the coast. "Is was the last location of the most recent victim. Report says she was lost among the rocks, but I bet there's a Siren somewhere lurking there. This area is slick and from what my research found, occasionally submerged by the tides. Also, while the Siren is only the most recently called out threat, I think it'd be safe to assume that there are other variants of grimm nearby which may also prove to be a challenge. Can't say for certain what kind, but keep your eyes open nonetheless, eh?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission This thick air was taking time to get used to, but eventually he managed. He did find himself getting tired a little more quickly, but it wasn't too much of an issue. Looks like being the leader meant he got the flare gun too to use in case of an emergency. As the trekked through the area, they eventually came to a gate, with a terminal beside it. He began examining the terminal, but all he gathered was that it was off... He had no deep understanding of the parts within. Maybe Cian had better luck? "Hey Cian, can you take a look at this?", he called over to her. Though as he did, Luke blurted out that he spotted something around the corner, and the moment he did, Jack also looked... Or rather, he looked before Luke said anything. His keen senses felt it too, and his eyes caught the movement... "That couldn't be a survivor... I don't think they'd skulk around in the shadows like that. We should keep an eye out, might be some kind of sneaky Grimm", that said, they shouldn't go looking for it either unless they absolutely have to. If it was the sneaky kind, they would try and ambush the team. "Well... let's see what we can do about the terminal", he said, referring not just to his team, but also Bastille.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm Sangue took a deep breath as she continued following the group of hunters sent to find survivors in a miserable-looking area. Considering that the mission was one of the few dangerous missions she took part in so far, she knew she needed to pay extra attention to the smallest of details. At the moment, however, every hunter seemed to be doing everything she could possibly do: be on the lookout, find things that could be used to their advantage, and progress through the mission with abilities aside from straightforward battle. The red-haired woman kept one hand on her blade as she remained silent, standing close to Luke Schwarz to observe the idea he pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Puzzles "It would only take a second, but that's a big door." UUUU. However, he definitely heard her point about the battery being of dubious energy content. The tone spoke of experience, experience that he, a lover of bicycles who had never ventured outside of his own school district before Beacon, never had the pleasure to acquire. It certainly seemed very much along the lines of something he would do. If his battery was still providing power to the car fine, he would have no reason to worry about it, or even remember it was a factor in his hypothetical car's performance. Not the most pragmatic person, am I? he noted wanly in light of this. Nonetheless, what was important was that he got her point. Back to the topic at hand. "We don't all have to tinker on it though, right? Couldn't some of us watch eachother's backs? I'd like to think we're all a bit less hapless than the average horror movie cast..." An honest question, asked with no disrespect. Well. None to non-fictional characters.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission "Hmmm... Well some of you can work on the truck, it'll only take around two to extract the battery, so just another two to watch it. We should split up into two parties, one party will try and get the gate working, and the other will find another way in. We have radios to contact one another anyways in case something goes sideway too", he suggested. The last part would be which team goes scouting for a new entry point, and which team stays for the gate. Luke was right, it wasn't going to take all of them to get the battery out. There were also eight of them here in total too. "If we both manage to succeed on our assignments, we'll simply meet up inside. This way we can cover more ground more quickly", and they would be in their full teams of four not to mention. They should be safe from all but the strongest of Grimm if they do their part in combat.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Splitting up is stupid." Benjamin said bluntly. "This is an S Rank mission, your team is understaffed, and they gave us a fucking Senior Team to back us up. If you want to take your team elsewhere, I can't stop you. But I'll tell you 'I told you so' in Hell." "No, we should stick together. Lauren, you and Kuze should see if you can get it open. If we're at it longer than five or six minutes, we look for another entrance." Bastille's leader didn't look back at his teammates, instead keeping his eyes on his surroundings. No sign of anything else since, but they'd been on the ground a few minutes and already seen an unidentified entity. Didn't bode too well for what came next. Tactics ran through the back of his head, numbers and probabilities most people would think were beyond him. Kuze and Lauren were working on the door, which left six- No, five, available Hunters. Mokuren wasn't present. Which was a real bitch for their chances, to be quite honest, but he worked with what he had. With no Grimm on the outside, good chance they were inside. So... "Sangue, you and Jack should keep an eye on the door. If they get it open, we don't know what'll be on the other side. You guys have some of the fastest reactions here, you can handle anything that jumps out. Luke, Amy and I can watch the surroundings. One of us for each cardinal point that's not the door." "Any objections, or can we live up to Luke's expectations?"</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou "As one of the two token hot chicks in this horror movie, I motion we go with Cap's plan. Splitting up tends not to bode well for my archetype's chances. Especially because I'm the slutty one." Amy smirked slightly, turning her attention back to the environment around them. Of the party, she almost certainly had the best senses. If something tried to creep up, she'd know.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - You've Got a Friend in Me The Dodici Cosca. Filthy mafia types who had their disgusting little tendrils in nearly every corner of the world. Protection rackets, drug smuggling, robbery, weapons trafficking, kidnapping, extortion, human and Faunus trafficking ... oh they had it all. Slimy little maggots who saw themselves (and unfortunately, were) as above the law. Utterly untouchable. "Community-minded". Gratia Mindaro knew them. She knew them well. She had seen their branches expand into her docks. Her home. They weren't some two-bit shitty gang of lowlifes who thought they were oh-so-very special because they could intimidate people away from their "territory" up in the northern slums. They weren't some local Central Mistralese famille who straddled the line between "neighbourhood watch" and "organised crime syndicate". These were members of a fucking transnational group that made everyone else look like fucking nothing. Ants to be stepped on. Her fists tightened, crushing the letter in her hands even further. Nuit had managed to rub two brain cells together and stolen some scrap of the organisation's papers to write on it. That was how they knew it was the Dodici Cosca who had been responsible. That was how she knew who she had to punish. It didn't matter if they were mere ants compared to such a group. It didn't matter if they were only four in number. It didn't matter if the organisation's Zephyr headquarters would be heavily guarded. It didn't matter. They had taken Nuit. "What will be the plan of attack?" she said, voice tightly controlled, devoid of all emotion. aND thEY wOuLD PaY.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Ain't she just romantic?" she asked no one in particular with usual good cheer, scooting over beside Cian to examine the power box. Deftly, she let her fingers dance a few inches above its inner workings and made a low noise to herself. "Hellooo, sweetheart." The noise in Lauren's voice was slightly higher and huskier this time, not unlike the happy sounds normally emitted by a certain hawk Faunus at the same landing zone. "Normally I'd take the time to buy you dinner first, but I came with friends and we have a curfew, so I've only got time for something trashy." Was someone gonna grab her that battery or what?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Mission "Let me see." Cian said as she took a closer look at the exposed gate workings. It would be best to grab a battery but problem was that they were iffy at best without a solid charge they would be more of a hindrance than anything else yet it was the best option they had at the moment. "We need a battery one with a suitable charge at least enough to open the gate. So here is the question does anyone happen to have a battery or know where to get one?" Cian said as she continued with her options while it was limited she had little choice but to keep at the gate this was not going to be easy. "My weapon probably has a battery that could work but in the long run it would limit my options to just one mode and I would rather not do so considering the mission and not this early." She decided to say it was true she had a battery that could easily be ejected from Byakko but it would cause the weapon to be stuck in that one mode for the remainder of the mission. "So once more whats the verdict without a battery there is little that can be done. While I have one its best not to use it all things considered."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Brewing Storm Virgins don't die in horror movies! A response to Desire's words that he dared not utter aloud. A response that many could qualify for, but felt the pains of an unspoken stigma that made their admission an embarrassing one. And while he took a small amount pride in the fact that he was somewhat self-aware, moreso than quite a few of his peers, some social habits simply died hard. But more importantly than all that: I have to say my piece on this. As a second opinion from our team. "I'm sorry, Leader, but I think we should go with Ben here." he replied, meeting the flighty speedster's eyes with his own. "Splitting from the herd's just inviting the Grimm here to be more bold about attacking all of us, especially once we leave eachother's sight. The power we have in numbers would be suffering a severe blow. One team of four or one team of three is a lot less threatening than a team of seven." He motioned to his ear, tapping the lobe twice. "You remember the earpieces we had last mission, right? We don't have access to constant contact with everyone now, and that's just asking for somebody to get into a 'we're at soup' situation. Two walkie-talkies between seven people isn't much to work with, and it'll be much harder to keep track of everyone's position if something happens." He folded his arms, cotton and steel weaving together across his sternum, expression morphing to that of a wizened sage. "And, you know, like the others have been saying: Splitting up's always what they do in horror movies. And they always die." he raised an armored finger, gesturing to the height and stature of his point. "We should abuse this knowledge." It was right around then that Cian piped up, reminding everyone that they needed a battery for this to work. "Right, I'll head out and grab it. Who's coming with me, and more importantly, who'll be watching us?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission "Ehhh?", he could argue that even if this was an S rank mission, there was no reason they shouldn't perform to the best of their options. Playing safe was fine, but playing it too safe was not. To play too safe was to let opportunity slip through. It was more imperative that they don't, due to this being an S rank. Not going around for another exit was fine, but they still needed more information. "Then we should at least have a scouting party go around the nearby area. All our knowledge of this place is literally just this truck and the gate at the moment, just the fastest of us should go, me included, maybe just two since we're not looking to fight", the scope of the splitting up was changed to much smaller scale. He didn't get the whole horror vibe from this place like everyone else did, so his fear was less grounded in a horror flick, and more in lack of information. They needed more information on this area.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lilac Drakon Lilac Drakon Lilac immediately took a flying leap from the arch, feeling brief nostalgia for her Orientation at Beacon as she spread her arms and felt her heartbeat intensify, anticipating the upcoming battle. She pivoted as she hit the ground, landing feet first with an impressive shockwave that ripped some smaller stones from the ground, and in only a second she was running towards the Grimm. Her feet barely seemed to touch the canyon floor as she closed the distance, and she was on the closest Taijitu before they could notice her approach. "Mind if I lend a hand?!" She asked in a shout, driving a giant snake head to the ground with a two legged flying kick and smoothly dismounting in a backflip, putting herself between the caravan and the Grimm. "I mean, I'm on vacation and all. I have to have a little fun right?" She turned to smile at the group, then faltered. "Wait... You guys look familiar... Have I seen you somewhere before?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad Oak – Capture The Fort --- The soft sound of crunching twigs and branches slowly became louder as the Beowulfs closed in. Hidden behind a tree like the others, Trad carefully set down the portable battery he had been carrying and drew his sword and shield. He decided to keep his shield in basic circle form until they were ready for combat, however, as it wasn't exactly designed to open quietly and as such would instantly give away the groups location when expanded. Looking to see where his teammates were, Trad watched Robert ascend a nearby tree to gain a better vantage point. Trad hoped Delta would have the same idea and climb before the monsters closed in. Once the Beowulfs attacked it would be very much a close quarter combat situation. The team sniper would be at a heavy disadvantage if he stayed on the ground. Gripping tightly to his sword Trad gave a hard nod to their leader letting him know he was ready to fight the second Robert either gave the signal, or leapt into combat himself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission The cat playing on Skyra's tail still continued to playfully nibble on it even after she fell, at least until the bald boy whistled for it. [b]"bad Chihiro! Don't hurt the customers!"[/color] The little kitten climbed onto Skyra's head before jumping off, landing on a table and running towards the leader. He caught the kitten and placed him gently onto his shoulders. Once the cat was safely secure he turned back towards Krysthane. "Anyways, nice to meet all of y'all. And you're the ones who stopped the robberies? I was wondering why I haven't heard much about them recently... Hmm. Didn't know about the robots though. I thought it was the work of gangs. Most of my leads were gang related, so I can't really tell you much about the robots. Buuuut," The gang leader left the team for a moment, returning with a business card. "I know a guy a few blocks down, a mechanic, who specializes in robots and such. If there's anything to know about those robots, he should know. Oh! I guess I ought to let you know what I figured out last time. Maybe it'd be helpful." The bald-headed leader told the team about various gangs within the city of Vale, what their territory was, their methods, and some of the rumors about their crimes and the trouble they've caused. One gang in particular, known as "The Mousers" are a particularly violent gang that actually are criminals that need to be put down. They stood out because there was an image of one of their members, but in the background was something familiar: the tag found at the last scene, W.A.R. There isn't much known about where they official have their HQ at, but the bald guy mentioned that he took the picture at the Land of Walt. "One more thing!" The bald headed leader gave Krysthane a set of keys. "It's not much, but I got a car in the garage. It looks pretty, but under the hood it isn't all that great. I haven't tuned it for racing yet. Still, better than walking around everywhere, yeah? I'll let you take it out for a spin, so take care of it!" @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Brewing Storm In the space of a half second, Lucas's instincts went from "calm yet cautious" to "DEFCON 1", a bloodcurdlingly saccharine giggle rippling through the halls, into his eardrums, and smashing themselves against every alarm in his head that millions of years of evolution had hardwired, before even conscious thought arose. Conscious thought, as it was, continued with the theme and was hot on it's heels, allowing him to make an executive order: Guard up, Gauntlets on. He had more than half a mind to go all the way to drills, but shoved it back as far as he could for now. That would cripple Amy's senses, the high-pitched whirring all but literally driving nails through her eardrums. Which we need right now, in light this low! Feeling his own pulse pound within his skull, he prayed his eyes would adjust soon, because he had no doubt in his mind that these... things were bad news.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer- "Capture the Fort" Grane could have been a smug bastard at that point, but he guessed being right in this situation was enough. The enemy was already out in force and looking for them. He decided to do the same as Robert and Trad, climbing up the closest tree he could find. The grimm were getting closer and closer, and it would only be a matter of time before the team was seen. Grane unsheathed his glaives, preparing for first contact. Well, the only element of surprise Redingote would have would be if they jumped in now. Perhaps have Delta fire the first shot, and then rush the grimm. Seeing how their previous conversation went nowhere, Grane decided to trust Robert's orders for now. If Grane judged every order in the field, he would probably get killed trying to argue with Robert. If their leader was to be an effective one, Robert would have to be decisive. Grane would bring up complaints after they were out of the active combat situation. "It's now or never Robert. What should we do?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission Their ranged fighters were at a disadvantage in the low light, but if their melee fighters could create a zone from which they can fire from, they can handily get through this. Their red glowing eyes would give their position away, but they would shift quickly, becoming a red blur in the shadows while tilting inhumanly before they emerged and attacked. Jack had no problems, as he was able to react quickly enough to counter-attack as they flew at him. Though their strength did not seem to be stealth or element of surprise here as he realized... It was numbers, and who knows how many of them there were. "We need to keep moving, we can't stay here and just fight", he suggested, after kicking another away. "Someone with strength take point, I'll cover your back. Everyone else watch our flanks and rear", it was a plan. But they had to move fast, otherwise they would be overrun.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz His eyes narrowed. Liar. "You totally meant to make that pun. Even now, I can see right through you." Ha! How do you like that? A Schwarz-brand counterattack, infamously potent against the uninitiated wordsmiths found amongst common rabble! But come to think of it, the hunches of theirs were right. If only they'd stopped to pick that thing up back there, they'd have made this portion of things so much easier... Well. Chalk it up to a case of hindsight being 20/20, he supposed. You couldn't reasonably expect them to have figured that they'd need to haul a battery-looking thing around on the off-chance that they'd need it at some point, right? Well putting it like that, maybe. I might do it in a game, but even now I don't expect game puzzles in real life. Huh. Maybe I should start. "Say," he continued after the brief silence of his joke falling painfully, pathetically flat. "We've seen that elevator before, right? I know I've seen the tubing and all somewhere upstairs." An idea began to emerge from the darkness.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission After taking down the four gunmen, a middle age man came out, leaning against the wall. He was bloody and battered, but still alive. He wore a greasy overall and his general appearance screamed "I'm the mechanic". Though his breath was heavy and haggard he managed to speak out to the team. "Ah... Thank ya, these punks came to keep me quiet 'bout some bullshit... I'm guessin that yer the hunter kids from Beacon, eh? The one's who've been askin' around a while back about trouble in the neighborhood?" Entering a coughing fit, hacking up some blood, the mechanic went to a nearby chair and sat down. A soft glow of light surrounded his body as some of his wounds were slowly starting to heal, but this was only good enough to keep him from bleeding out, and he'd need a lot more rest and help to fully recover. "The name's Fixit. Least what my friends call me, and the name of the shop. I'm sure yer didn't come to my humble home outta the goodness of yer hearts, but yer a better lot then these trash heaps." Fixit motioned towards the knocked out thugs Team Kiss had gathered up. "So I owe yer one. What brings yer to my shop? Business, I'm guessin." @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture the Fort Robert's shots echoed into the forest, and for a moment, it seemed like his plan was working. The Beowolves stalking the team stayed with Robert as he ran into the forest alone, leaving Grane and Trad the chance to run to the fort unnoticed. But the horde was coming, and they would need to be careful to avoid it if they wanted to survive. As for Robert, even as he ran into the forest he would see no grimm, though he would hear their roaring footsteps as they were charging through the forest. Though most of the horde made up of the light-footed beowolves, their sheer size made it impossible for them to hide their presence. Perhaps it was on purpose, because their cacophony made it hard to hear anything really. Sand would be able to follow the grimm horde fairly easily, but she wouldn't go unnoticed. While the horde had a fairly single-minded pursuit for the hunters in the forest, if she ventured too close they will spot her, and they will swarm her. Sand would be able to see what the horde's numbers consisted of however; beowolves made up a large pack, but there was also a sizable amount of boartusk in an almost disciplined formation. Creeps were also scattered about through the horde, though most were at the front as they were faster than the beowolves. Some were glowing a sickly green hue for some reason. While the sheer size of the horde made their movements chaotic at times, there was a general direction they were heading, and it was towards Roberts. Who@Lazo@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64 Sticky Situation It's unknown if the grimm feel emotions. They are attracted to loneliness, anger, sadness, and the like, but even the most educated scholars have yet to discover what level of emotional ability grimms are capable of having. But if they were able to feel any emotions, this Nevermore would be both surprised and regretful. For so long it has survived by sheer power and animistic cunning. Never underestimating it's opponents and using it's full power even against the weakest of humans. But this hunter was far more powerful than what the Nevermore had faced in the past. And because of it, the nevermore's future ended right then and there, as Taidan's etheral arms took on a physical form and halted the nevermore's attack. His spear entered the Nevermore's mouth, pouring it's hot substance down it's throat. The nevermore squirmed and struggled, but soon it simply stopped. It's body went limp as it went numb, burning from the inside out. The creature vanished in a burst of darkness before it could have even hit the ground. After the nevermore's defeat the forest did not seem to stir any further, though that's not to say nothing was watching. In the distances more Grimm had seen the battle in the skies, and seemed to retreat to their dens. Perhaps they do not want to engage the hunters, knowing their deaths is coming. Or maybe they wish to warn their kin and prepare defenses. Whatever their reasons, no further grimm came to meet Team Canvas. So for the moment they have time to catch their breaths, formulate a plan, and whatever else they need to do. The forest was quiet. And it waited for the prey to enter it's clutches. @Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "There would be spares to power these things laying around... Although I don't think turning them on is a good idea yet", he responded. The idea of turning on the generators was what he had in mind at first, getting more light was a good thing too, but with a big facility like this, it would make an incredible amount of noise. He felt like the lights were all off for a reason, nothing seemed damaged, the Grimm didn't go after the lights, or anything like that, they had to have been turned off by the survivors. He felt that turning on the lights would be tantamount to unleashing hell. The Grimm avoided the lantern because of the light, but if there was no light to hide in, what would happen? They would become berserk, not to mention, he felt the ones from before weren't the only Grimm they could be facing in here. "It would make a lot of noise, I feel like we'll get swarmed by Grimm the moment the lights are turned on, not to mention if they're afraid of light, imagine how unpredictable they would be when they're overcome with it, with no shadows to hide in", he noted. "We should definitely turn the generator and lights on though, just not yet. We need to gather up survivors first and meet up with Pris", turning the lights on would be what they want if they needed to clear the facility, but all things considered right now, the survivors would be in danger if the Grimm were on a random rampage throughout the whole facility. Their hiding places would be swarmed by Grimm trying to find a place to take cover also.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz "Well, you're both leader and the one in Grimm Studies." Luke said with a cooperative nod, choosing to defer to Jack's broader experience and knowledge base for the moment. That, however, left them with a simple question. "What next, then? On to the Decontamination room?" he asked, looking to the door. It'd be simple to walk across and fling it open, but even in a room as calm as this, he felt much safer if they moved as a unit without anyone rushing ahead, potentially straight into an ambush. Then again, we've made our presence pretty clear just by talking like this. Would they have attacked by now if there were any? Well, this was where the Grimm-Animal comparison got tricky, as the former was much more aggressive on the whole towards humanity, while the latter depended greatly between the myriad circumstances involved. In any case, even he knew that acting without warning was a recipe to get everyone into trouble.</s> <\|message\|>Lilac Drakon Lilac Drakon The battles behind her faded from Lilac's mind as she focused. She had to take care of the enemy she faced before she went to help the others, but she knew it wouldn't give her much trouble. After all, this fight was probably halfway over by now. She could see the twin heads closing in on her, one from each side, but to her their movements were sluggish. She grinned as she reached out her hands to either side, her enhanced strength coupled with the protection her aura provided making it a simple matter to grasp the lethal fangs like she was plucking fruit, twisting her wrists until both snapped off in her hands. Not only did the Taiju recoil from the pain, but she now had two shiny new weapons to use against it. She tossed them aside, however, as her battlerush goaded her into finishing the fight with her own two hands. She leaped into the air directly at one of the two heads, a disturbing glee in her eyes as she reached out to beat the life out of her opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm "You got it." Ben said easily, flipping Lawnslot around to hand the weapon to Lauren butt first. Then he switched Artorius to his left hand, freeing up his throwing arm for what was to come. Amy could use her weapons to climb up, but Sangue and Lauren would need a boost. He could work with that. "Amy, you want to grapple up or get tossed? I'll send Sangue up after, then Lauren, then you can use Unchained Fury to pull me up." "What's your preference?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "Yeah, onto the decontamination room. We should above all else try and meet up with Priscilla and the survivors she was with. Although, before we went into the last room we didn't have a light, so they attacked us, since we were enveloped in their element. The light should keep us safe", honestly he wasn't sure, as he had absolutely no idea what kind of Grimm they were dealing with. Although he had a point. The Grimm stepped right the hell off the moment they entered the lit room. Though while his observation seemed to be correct, he had the feeling that numerous Grimm lurked the shadows around them. Though they acted as if this facility was a home to them, so their little trip through the rooms were equal to walking through a Grimm infested forest, except they had means of keeping Grimm away from them without fighting... Hopefully. "That being said, I would prefer to deal with an ambush than constant waves of them", he was a bit more serious this mission. He could feel the pressure of this place too. He hoped Priscilla didn't do anything stupid though before they reached her. She was quite excitable.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Haven, @Crimmy, @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow I was sitting on top of my suitcase when it dawned on me. Other than my beautifully gorgeous perfect wings, I looked like a mess. I was a girl with luggage strewn across the courtyard, of course this luggage was still contained, but it was less than ideal. I pulled my scroll out of my jacket pocket and began tapping away a message. `Sender: Lil Miss Perfect Recipient(s): Estelle Von Bad Bitch Body: Gonna go on a cruise, and if you haven't see my newest blog update, check this out! The girls are back <3` A few seconds later a chime broken the silence of Bianca's over-preparedness. `Sender: Estelle Von Bad Bitch Recipient(s): Lil Miss Perfect Body: Wow kill me you look incredible and I'm some slob teacher whose going to a bar tonight. Love them, you're going to have to tell me how you got those when you get back. Love you xoxo` No shit. My horror movie alcoholic sister is a teacher?! This is only going to serve to have my boys coming up to me asking how to get with her. The only thing that could be worse was if she was a nurse. `Sender: Lil Miss Perfect Recipient(s): Estelle Von Bad Bitch Body: YOU'RE A TEACHER? HELLO PERKS. LOVE YOU SIS BE GOOD XOXO P.S. DON'T GET TOO SLOPPY TONIGHT, INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR ONE NIGHT STAND THIS TIME!` I laughed and shut my scroll, I felt oddly satisfied. But that satisfaction grew sour in the put of my stomach. For I knew that truly I was.... So bored</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] I Put A Spell On You Days ago. ( @Write, @HereComesTheSnow, @Crimmy, @Silvan Haven ) "I just don't appreciate being tinkered with, that's all." The route through Downtown down to Portside was infamous throughout Atlas. In its heyday, it had been a crowning achievement of infrastructure - a straight shot from the heart of a fledgling city down to the coastline of Mantle, a working artery of trade and prosperity that helped to build Atlas from the dirt into the most advanced kingdom on the planet. Now it was the road less traveled. The ride was bumpy even within the confines of Heinrich's plush domestic sports car, and there were long strips where only the LEDs on the dashboard and the occasional twinkle of headlights flashed by like a firefly. It was perfect drag racing territory - a test of skill and a promise of speed. Jericho Piper had been driving this road since he was five years old, when he and his twin would sit on each other's shoulders to see through the windshield. It was so comfortable to him that even a paragon of law and order such as he felt comfortable pushing speeds of...very high speeds, suffice it to say...on their drive down to the cruise ship Sleipnir. His passenger, however, seemed to prefer nannying him to death over surrendering to the Zen of triple digit speeds on a long-dead road. One gloved hand tightened on the steering wheel. "Yes, well. You do have the right to complain a little more loudly, you know," Heinrich griped. He was staring at Jericho's arm in resentment. "You are a man of high standing in my court. If I had my way they would have never grafted that damned thing to your hand in the--" "I don't want to talk about this again, Heinrich. If I believed there were any use in whining like a little kid, I'd be doing it." Jericho's right arm reached out and pushed Heinrich into the shotgun door, a rare moment of physical contact. "I shouldn't even have brought it up. I'm feeling alright by now. It's mostly just...an ache." "An ache?" Jericho was quiet for a second before removing his hand from his team leader's shoulder. Two fingers locked around the volume knob on the car's sound system and turned it to the right. "You know, there are seventeen trained masseuses on board Sleipnir," Heinrich suggested after a second's pause to listen to music. "If you're aching, I have half a mind to send one to you by proxy." "You won't know where I stay." "You underestimate a King's knowledge of his Kingsguard, dear Jericho. I know you better than you know yourself. You'll find a nice little nest in the cargo hold out of people's luggage, and damn the strain it puts on your poor, supple back. Because I'm Jericho Piper, and I'm scared that if I ever enjoy a warm bed or human contact for once in my life, I might forget to put on my frowny face--" "I never forget my frowny face. As you love to remind me." "Yes, well, it's going to leave wrinkles one day." "It will not." Jer put his elbow to the wheel and gently touched his face, stroking back long, dark hair from his eyes. Heinrich's own eyes, blue and twinkling, grew wide as saucers. "Oho! Is that a hint of vanity from the Young Devil of Atlas?" "Don't call me that," Jericho grumbled. "No one calls me that." "It was in the school newspaper and everything. Maybe if you didn't want a moniker, you shouldn't try so hard to dominate in all the gauntlets. Or at least cut off the devil horns in your hair." "Horns don't point down, idiot." Nonetheless, Jericho's posture had straightened up, and he turned his head away from Heinrich to stare at the not-too-distant lights of Portside across the overpass. He was always touchy about the hair. "You're an elite member of the school's ranks - a knight, even. You were chosen for an indefinite solo operation within the belly of the beast. You get to spend as much time as you want on a cruise ship, getting class credits, with no one you know around to irritate you," Heinrich Gault pestered. "And you're still finding reasons to pout." "M'not pouting." In the darkness, it was hard to see Jericho's face, which was usually set in the same default expression anyway. But he sounded pouty. "You're being churlish, my dear boy." "M'not churlish." "You are. You're being churlish about three weeks off." "It is not three weeks off. It's an important mission and a threat to Atlesian diplomacy. I'm not going to be sunbathing and hitting sambuca with Mistralian girls." "What a specific denial, brother," Heinrich chortled. "Only you make an extra three weeks away from class sound like water torture." "I like being water tortured," grumbled Jericho Piper. "It's rhythmical. Gives me time to think." Heinrich Gault opened his mouth to respond to that, but closed it after a second, and his eyebrows bobbed. No doubt he knew better than to follow that line of conversation any further. "I told you we'd keep up with the workload for you." "That's not what I'm concerned about. It's the team. They're..." There was a moment of tense silence in the car. Jericho's hands were both clutching the steering wheel tight as an old woman's before his next outburst: "Did you know Speer drew a frog with my hair on it in the front cover of my history book?" Loud, honeyed laughter began to rock the car violently. "Did he really? Oh that is pricele--" The car's sudden brake pump put a sudden stop to the rich Atlesian's mirth, replacing it with quiet breaths for air as he checked to ensure his precious whip hadn't been involved in an accident. Neither Huntsman was wearing a seatbelt, but Jericho had time to brace himself for a break in the momentum, and looked to Heinrich with a stoic face and a coquettish glint in the eye that wouldn't look out of place in any other member of HJNS. The dock Sleipnir was moored at was still three or four blocks away, but this was as close as Jericho dared get inside Heinrich's gauche gold coupe. His left hand made for the door before Heinrich stopped him. "Sure you don't want me to walk you to your bike?" "I'm not Babylon, Rich. I don't need the chivalry shtick." Heinrich Gault gauged that and then tilted his head, reaching over and ruffling Jericho's hair despite his grouchy protests ( "ow stop you're gonna mess it all up OW STOP you're making it glowwwww" ) with a crooked grin. "Very well. Fare thee well, Jericho! Live, laugh, and learn to love while on your sojourn, and we shall meet again on the morrow!" Jericho rolled his eyes. "Are those my orders?" "Yes!" Heinrich Gault beamed. ... Jericho's chin met his clavicle in thought for a long second before a faint, gentle smile finally graced the face of the Young Devil. "Acknowledged. Take care of yourself, brother. I'll be back in no time - with flawless results and no crazy stories. As per usual." Jericho stepped out of the driver's seat and began to walk down the street, slowly fading from Heinrich's view as the black-clad Huntsman ebbed into the midnight hour. Rich got the faintest glimpse of Jer's back, lit up by the hot-red taillight of a custom motorbike, before it peeled away from the rendezvous point and towards the cruise ship. ... Ahh, who am I kidding. Heinrich Gault slipped into the driver's seat with a rueful grin - and, this time, he grabbed his seatbelt. He's not gonna have any fun.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Arcade "PERFECT", the words resounded, along with the awe of bystanders as a small crowd formed. "aaaugh, he's just too good", he heard from the other side. "Come on man, gimme a shot", and so he was up against a new character, but just as handily he was defeated, he often got perfects, but sometimes he would slip up and take a hit, not today it seemed... He seemed to read every move perfectly today. "PERFECT!", Jack sighed as he made yet another complete victory. He wasn't the best academically, but he figured he didn't need to know some things to keep people alive, but after that mission even if it was a victory, Priscilla took some serious damage, and he wasn't sure why. Was it just the nature of the mission? It was a difficult mission to be sure, everyone had to expend to their limits. He would normally write it off as a regular "experience", but he couldn't quite do that now. "PERFECT", he decided he should take a walk, and got up from his cabinet, letting his character go down as he left. "Augh, this isn't like me being gloomy like this... What would you do master...?", he thought to himself, pulling the hood of his coat over his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @Crimmy Luke Schwarz I saw her look. Aah, she definitely noticed. I was hoping I'd not spoken clearly enough, but my Mother's training had unfortunately succeeded far beyond allowing for that. I was to speak clearly and with confidence in my words, even if they were expressing a lack thereof. The rare times my hurried and harried preparation for Combat Academy shone through, it made life a little harder by broadcasting my own inherent strangeness. Thanks, O Momma... Well, no use crying about the past now. Best to just put the slip-up behind me as she had, and focus on the future trials. Plugging the class and requisite number (Sayonara, Language-san), I regarded the teacher with a wry, self-deprecating grin. "I definitely will be, I've made that mistake too many times befo--" "Nice to meet you ma'am, my name is Bianca Nuit, a pleasure." "Eh--" I turned with a start. "When did you get here?!" I hadn't heard her walk in at all! If the wings were her owl-inherent trait as a faunus, did their providing silent flight come with them?! What a fearsome natural ability! Forget Hunting, you should take up Ninjutsu! Sighing, I shook it off and raised a hand in greeting. Good lord, you scared me. "Nearly made me jump out of my skin... Morning, Bianca. How're you holding up?"</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia - Team VGNB - Dorm Vega observed the parents as they checked out her dorm. She could notice how Lasai was a bit sterner with Beryl by hearing her tone of voice. Gratia parents, Severa and Valentinian seemed shocked about the room size. For her it was downgrade this dorm for it was way smaller than her room back at her estate. Vega moving besides Gratia parents, "Oh yes, its home alright though I wish I could go back home. I miss my old bed. And Gratia really did get comfortable with the room." Vega side of her room differed from her compatriots. Besides her messy bed, the sheets were of high quality along with the pillows. Near her table was a bookshelf containing several books ranging from the sciences to the humanities. Tucked near the side of the bookshelf were two musical cases containing her Alto Saxophone and Guitar. Her table was orderly and clean. On it were a stack of textbooks for her classes. Pens, pencils and markers were standing on a holder. Then there was a desktop pc, humming for it was still on except for the screen. Her scroll lay near the keyboard. But, near the holders were two framed photos. The first one was larger than the second one. It bear an insignia Venetia, a large family photo set just outside of what was a large estate with several formal looking people. Vega was there, it was not hard to spot her since she was wearing her Haven uniform without her smart glasses. She was on the upper left with her older sister, both who looked solemnly pensive. The second photo was more dated in quality. It was another family photo but only with her sister and parents. Her father stood with a confident smile and latched behind his back was Vega as a child smiling brightly with her mother standing over her older sister with her hands on her shoulders in the environment of a garden.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "It seems that our little soirée here has reached its end." Cian said as she noticed how things was wrapping up. "So with that said and done younger sisters of Luke is there anything else you need?" She decided to ask despite what happened they were after all originally here to see her weapon. Her byakko was a unique weapon or so she liked to think but than again she was a bit biased on that account since no matter what for her Byakko was always the best in terms of weaponry. "Come now Cian it dont be hasty to leave from these fine people." Tristan said with a smirk she may have not said anything but the fact he and Jack was teasing her was getting to her. In a sense she was starting to crack and become flustered. A bit more and perhaps she would break? Now that was a idea one worthy to experiment on perhaps. "So Cian is the reason you want to leave is to meet a mysterious boyfriend perhaps or perhaps a lover that I your dearest brother know nothing about?" Tristan said a chesire like smile crossing his face as he flicked the stick of the candy out of his mouth as he awaited the eventual blow up his sister figure.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit @HereComesTheSnow @Plank Sinatra @Silvan Haven "Nice to meet you Mrs. Cirsium!" I said still scarfing down the last bites of my cinnamon bun. Luke turned to me with all the shock of a gazelle, wide eyes, and the whole ordeal. "I just got here now. I'm supposed to be meeting Stella here, but I think she's running a few minutes behind schedule." I said with a smile. "I'm holding up alright, thanks." I tapped my foot on the ground. Things were different now, I'm not really certain as to what that meant which I suppose was part of the problem. It seemed as if I may've interrupted something, so for the time being I simply nodded at Luke with a smile and took a step back so they could continue the conversation. She pulled out her phone to fire off a few quick text messages. `Sender: Lil Miss Perfect/Bianca Nuit Recipient: Group - Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets (Gratia Mindaro, Lucas Schwarz, Beryl Harken, Jericho Piper) Message: Hey all!! Just popping in to see if anyone is free for some coffee in about an hour. Hope everyone is having a good family day ~~` Smiling as she heard Luke's phone buzz in his pocket she opened up her messages from Estelle scanning through them briefly before firing off a message asking if she was on her way. Returning back to reality, she felt as if she was... Queazy? --- Estelle liked to walk when it was cold out. It wasn't about getting cold, rather it was the idea that she got to get warm afterwards. She really enjoyed that. That recovery process was heartening. She felt her phone vibrate and before she managed to grab it she knew what it was. Realistically, Bianca was being impatient - what else was new. Scanning the phone her sisters name appeared, as expected next to an inordinate amount of question marks and exclamation marks was the question 'when are you coming'. She had a lot of great features, her patience just wasn't one of them. "In all fairness, she probably got that from me." Estelle said with a brief chuckle to herself making her way to the armory. Walking through the school felt different when you worked there. It completely changed shape. It felt more like a home, which was nice but an unfamiliar feeling to be certain. She decided that she should buy herself a drink tonight. In order to celebrate. "Last time I got a proper drink was out at the bar-" She caught on before she managed to verbalize the thought to herself. Lauren Negasi still had her card. The details were blurry, but Estelle was pretty sure she exchanged her credit card in order to get her number. "Shit." She pulled out her phone and immediately found the suspect contact. `Sender: Estellise Sidos Van Heurassein Recipient: HBG (Hot Bar Girl) Message: Hey. Uh, this is Stella. By any chance do you have my credit card? I need it back.` --- Not too long after I had sent my text Estelle came strolling in looking like a model as usual. "Hey Stella." I said giving her a quick hug as she warmly returned the favour. She looked a little pale for having been walking in the cold outside. "You alright?" "Yeah, fine. Might have to cut coffee short - I have an... Appointment, with... Someone at the school." She said glancing over at Mrs. Cirsium's direction. "Ah, sorry to intrude, My name is Estelle - I'm Bianca's sister and I'll be the new Survival teacher." She also looked in Luke's direction with a warm smile and a nod. Ever since I had joined his team she started to appreciate him a lot more. "Hello Luke, how've you been?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus "Huh? Boyfriend? Cian you have a boyfriend?", he asked. With Gratia gone his attention was now back to Cian and co. He was about to head off to the Armory to look into Luke, maybe, but he'll stick around just a little longer. It seemed like teasing to him, given the kind of girl Cian is, it's not likely she does have one, but he was enjoying this a little. "Hmmm... That might be important. If you do I'd need to make sure it doesn't affect you in a mission", he surmised. No matter what he would say though, Cian was still being put on the spot by Tristan.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus An invitation? To eat no less, that sounded nice. Jack was mostly accustomed to eating alone and wandering off wherever took his fancy, not to mention he was getting a bit hungry. He turned to Cian and accepted the offer, "That'd be nice. I don't think we've really eaten together very often either, so it'd be a nice change of pace", he commented. He was going to mention Luke too, but considering his sisters just ran off looking for the armory... It might be some time until they can get Luke to come along. "That said do you guys have any plans as to where to go to eat?", he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Seilber Vulpez Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Spin Blades, named Roulette Spokes Spin Blade form, Bow (ranged, handles join in middle, string is energy, fires Dust based energy packets, regular or modified arrows), can be joined and thrown like a double bladed short spear/javelin. Carry mode: The necks telescope down, and the teardrop shaped heads join the handles, the handles swing out and snap into place, covering the blades, and each one can be slipped away into pockets, pouches, or kept with the blade heads out, but in short handle mode, or can simply be threaded through a belt. Specialty: Seilber tends to work from range with the bow form, channeling powerful Dust based attacts, precision shots with arrows when she has them, or even using illusory arrows with her semblance. Inversely, she is just as comfortable at close range, using her blades in rapid succession creating a virtual screen of cutting strikes. Using the handle loops around a finger, she can flail her blades often three or four times in a single swipe of her arm, or they can be spun in front of her to create a screen against projectiles. Combining the blades she can throw it end over end or point on, or create illusions of such. Fighting full out, she becomes a blurred form that dodges and strikes from many angles, elusive, hard to pin down as man or beast strikes at mirages and shadows, keeping her safe from harm as she was, in that moment, somewhere else. She fights using trickery, natural fox-based agility, as well as her ability to leap and jump, dodging side to side, and attacking overhead, while paying attention to her animal keen senses. Seilber makes a wonderful distraction or tenacious terrorizer, or even a slippery assassin, and is capable at almost any range of combat. Another note, combining her attacks with Mirage Replay, she may replay an attack again, maybe several times depending on what was involved, or project successful strikes before following through with a final attack, as even the illusions will do damage. This often looks like double or multiple images following through, landing multiple hits in bursts, multiplying her output. She often will use her illusions as semi-corporeal or corporeal to help her maneuver into sniper perches or superior positions, or as a springboard, giving her a great deal of flexibility. Semblance: Mirage Replay - This semblance creates illusion, of the user, or whatever the user touches. Can be used to leave behind an afterimage, or multiple images (such as Mirror Image spell), but can be used with a weapon to disguise which incoming attack is the real one, or can treat each illusion as 'real', but only the true weapon can kill. It allows rapid follow-up shots or strikes as the afterimage/mirage catches up and follows through. Very useful in confusing opponents, and providing a defensive and offensive edge. At high levels of use, aura can be manifested to be solid or semi-solid, but only for short periods. (more detail to follow) Personality: Can be elusive or evasive. Cautious, careful, wary. Smart, but when finds those that she can trust or are worthy, will attach to them strongly. Can be manipulative, and play tricks from time to time. Tends to use said manipulation to get what she wants. Will often play the nice girl, and when not on her guard, can actually be nice. Is not above using her looks, or anything else at her disposal to get what she wants.Generally she only goes to those kinds of tactics if there is a justifiable reason, in her mind. Sometimes likes to mess with others, especially when she perceives them as less intelligent, or needing to be knocked down a peg. She might be perceived as petty or passive-aggressive, or at least snide or sarcastic. This is done sometimes to be funny, or to hide her true feelings, or at least vent them. Probably a bit of a smart-ass. Foxes can be social and affectionate creatures, but often they aren't good at it, or don't know how at first. As such, Seilber can fall into this pattern. Inquisitive, curious, nosy, which can lead to trouble, and may be likely to push the boundaries of the rules. May become aggressive when an opponent is perceived as weak. Color: Silver Emblem: Appearance: Single tail, not nine. Hair would be silvery white in winter, but changes toward spring and summer to be rusty, brownish, and reddish, like the changing fur of the Arctic foxes her name is drawn from. The following references below should give some idea.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Rayna watched with sheer interest as her team suddenly woke from their deep slumber. Frowning softly, she felt an abrupt change in the weight on her shoulders; for a moment, her movements weren't completely restricted by gravity and she felt like she could just float away. Of course, it didn't take long for normal gravity to return which was an unnatural experience because she actually became conscious of the weight pressing down on her, pushing her towards the core of the planet. Curious. Very curious indeed. As a small blush painted her cheeks, she watched Victor wake up to discover a lack of his arm. Clearing her throat a little, she looked away and gave thanks that no one turned to see the guilt etched upon her face. She didn't mean to do it, it just kinda happened! Once she had regained her composure, she turned to watch Jayden pull his shirt off, revealing a wide bandage wrapped around his chest. Frowning, she suddenly realised that maybe he had sustained some injuries in the fight and that they didn't all emerge as lucky as she did. Taking a mental note of that, she inspected the others to make sure they were holding up alright. Rakim looked kind of bad but there wasn't anything she hadn't spotted before. Victor seemed to be in a good state as well. With a hushed sigh, she realised that maybe her team had got lucky when they were facing Catapult - whole teams had been hospitalised after facing Grimm so that informed her that either her team was amazing or Catapult weren't so harsh. Her teeth delicately punched down into the soft skin of her bottom lip as she brooded. She felt like she had a little angel and devil on her shoulders in the form of her teammates - you can guess which one was which. Tapping her foot impatiently, she finally arranged an answer that would satisfy both parties. "Ok, first of all, blowing up half of a dorm building is the worst idea in a long history of bad ideas. Secondly, my art skills are satisfactory and thirdly, I suppose I can just go and have a chat with them at breakfast. They should be understanding... hopefully." Once Jayden was off, Rayna had no choice but to trail after him. Of course, a morning run had been her ritual for years so she easily caught the striding bunny-man. When Rakim proposed to train together, Rayna was actually quite approving - of all of them, Rakim appeared to be the worst in terms of personality. "Yeah, that's a pretty good plan! I don't think I've seen all of your semblances though. We do have combat class today though, so I'll make sure to take some notes and try develop some strategies." She seemed chirpy - overall, things were going good for Jormungandr. Silently, she fell back until she was running at Victor's pace. "Hey, Victor buddy, good ol' Vic, Vic my old pal..." She was struggling to say what she had been planning to say so she decided that blurting it out was the best course of action. "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?" She grinned hopefully but it was easy to tell that she expected an outburst from him. Thankfully, the two other guys had already entered the canteen while her and Victor were catching up.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel was woken up by the ringing alarm clocks. He tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the clocks seemed to sense that and rang even louder. "Aarrrgh," Daniel groaned as he fumbled around for the clock, then picked it up and smashed it against the table a few times, breaking the clock and, more importantly, making it stop ringing. Daniel took a deep breath and looked at the broken clock to see what time it is. The hands were a little off, but even in his tired state he could tell that it was about 7 am. "Oh my god it's so early!" Daniel complained, not used to waking up at such a time. "Ugh, dammit." Daniel then got out of bed and put on his pants (he doesn't sleep with pants on). "Mornin', everybody," he said to his teammates as he shuffled his way into the bathroom and did his business in there, then came out feeling a little more awake now. If Daniel wasn't awake before, he was definitely awake now. Combat class, now that was some interesting stuff there. Best of all, everyone was gonna have sparring matches. It was time to show off his skills to the others, let them see what he could do. He cracked his knuckles and looked around as his name and someone else's was called. Kuhaku Shiro... hopefully he was a decent fighter.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When the alarms went off, Robert didn't immediately wake up. In fact, he kept sleeping for another fifteen minutes before he literally fell out of bed and landed on the floor. He did not want to get up. Not only was he still somewhat sore from yesterday's test, but he had had a great difficulty falling asleep the night before. Usually when he went to sleep, Robert would have something to read to help him feel tired, most often an "unofficially borrowed" library book. Last night though, he had nothing and spent much of the night staring at the ceiling. Also, the bed felt, and Robert found this a very strange complaint, too comfortable. He was just so used to the cold, hard ground that a mattress and sheets just felt wrong now. Still, Robert and the rest of his team needed to get to class. So he stood up and said unenthusiasticly, "Come on team. We gotta get ready." It suddenly dawned on him though that he had absolutely nothing. No change of clothes, no toiletries, nothing. Just then Robert's foot knocked into a small cardboard box that sat at the foot of his bed. He looked down and picked it up, after noticing it was addressed to him. He opened it to find a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of socks, a pair of men's briefs, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a stick of deodorant. There was also a note that read, "Your welcome. Come visit me sometime. Tell me about Beacon. - T" It wasn't hard for Robert to figure out who sent the package. He said thank you to the note, picked up his new stuff, quickly got into the bathroom, and completed what most people would call a "normal morning routine." He walked out of the bathroom feeling cleaner than he had in years. He was still wearing his tattered hoodie though, since there wasn't a replacement for that in the box. "Alright team," Robert said with renewed enthusiasm, "Let's get to class." Almost on cue, the smashed alarm clock rang again to announce the new time. As the students piled into the classroom, it occurred to Robert that they should probably have been wearing the school uniforms. He hoped that the fact that a majority of students had made the same mistake that the teacher would be forgiving. And it seemed that was the case because Ms. Goodwitch made no comment about it. Robert listened to Ms. Goodwitch, interested about the curriculum of the class. Then she mentioned that students would fight each other, and Robert immediately grew a little nervous. He knew that, knowing his luck, that he would probably go up against one of the toughest students in the class. Goodwitch's assistant than began reading off the names of students and their opponents. "Abel Fulgurate vs. Robert Fallson!" she announced. "Abel? Who's Abel?" Robert thought. He then scanned the room looking for his opponent. "Ozpin had said everyone's names during the ceremony, so I just have t..." then he spotted Abel. "Him? I have to fight him? Dang it. Of course it had to be him." Robert remembered that Abel's team had been the one to arrive second at the airships, as well as how rude Abel had been for the few seconds they got to speak to each other. Abel's massive size wasn't lost on Robert, either. "Man, this is going to suck," Robert said.</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Ineko slowly opened his eyes to a roof, the heads up display of his helmet initialized afterwords. His health checked out, so he sat himself up, finding himself in the medical wing. He paused, slightly confused, how he got there was a mystery even to him, and his mild headache wasn't helping him. He went through the records of Damascus, but found that the last day had been erased. Ineko asked Damascus what happened, but all he got was a shrug. He shrugged too. Everything seemed to be in place, no issues, and he was in a relatively safe place. He hopped out of the bed, his boots making an audible bang against the floor. He glanced back at the bed he was laid in, and found that there was already in imprint of his body on the mattress, likely due to the weight of Damascus. Ineko grimaced a little and began to walk out of the medical wing, when he found something taped to his chest, literally taped with office tape. It was a small device, after a short conversation with it, Ineko opened it and found several alerts. He opened them, seeing the names of his teammates, the name of his team, which was SIVI, his next class, which was combat, and the time of which it started. 8 AM, a quick look at the clock in his HUD told him that it was 7:51 AM. Ineko quietly sighed, no time for a shower, breakfast or even to clean his armor. Well, it wasn't that dirty, and he would be able to eat and clean after class. After a quick walk he found himself at the door of the classroom, among the other students. He sat down at a relatively empty space of the classroom, clasping his hands together and leaning on the desk in front of him with his elbows. He made sure his teammates had enough room to sit all in one area. During the introductions, he had a couple of things on his mind. Namely, that he was hungry. His short hair, despite being short felt dirty. He could feel Damascus being dirty and it didn't quite help the feeling of wanting to take a shower. The mild headache hadn't gone away yet, and he made a mental note to drink a couple bottles of water. He probably needed to just hydrate. Before he knew it, a section of the room itself had parted, revealing an arena. This didn't surprise Ineko much, when he entered the room he felt an atmosphere of excitement amongst the various technology and weapons in the room. Ineko set a timer for 5 minutes, readying it for the five minute spar that the professor had mentioned, and made another note to himself that his aura going into the red would result in a loss. Ineko kept his ears open for who he was going to spar, finally he heard the name, Jayden Xiang-Delacroix. Two drones detached themselves from the docks on his back and stealthily hovered near the ground. Ineko whispered, "Find him.", and the two drones scattered, keeping out of sight and low to the ground. After a moment of searching, the drones found Jayden, and nudged his foot to get his attention. Ineko used his HUD to locate his drones, and thus, his opponent in this sparring match. Ineko stared at Jayden, with the single glowing red eye of his helmet. But Ineko's thoughts were to a hot shower, a cup of chilled juice, a plate of hashbrowns with a side of scrambled eggs and an English muffin sandwich with spinach, eggs, cheese and a sausage patty. A thought went through his head after he caught himself staring. He had been called a robot before by others who wasn't aware that he was just wearing a suit of armor. His robotic voice, unmoving gaze and posture likely perpetuated this rumor, but he really didn't mind. And man, that English muffin sounded really good to him. He thought about what kind of juice he would have, orange juice was a classic but guava juice was always good. He settled on grape.</s>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</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> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin was caught a little off guard at Geni's question. Yes, he was overly proficient with the uses of Dust, but he had never thought about teaching people about it. Merlin stopped devouring chicken sandwich number 3, smiled at Geni, and said, "It's actually quite simple. The powdered form of Dust, that most Hunters use, is actually quite unstable and activates to almost any sharp movement," He stopped for a moment to take a swig of his milk, "Just the other day, I heard a rumor about two girls that had a disagreement on the first day of school. One of the girls accidentally let some Burn Dust loose, and the other girl sneezed. The result was a small crater on school grounds," Another milk pause, "Moving on, If you really want to use Dust in the method that I use, I will help modify your weapon to utilize it. I think you might benefit from using specialized Dust bullets though. You know the type my opponent, Ivan, used? It costs a lot less than my method, and greatly increases the amount of options you have during combat." He said with a smile. Merlin was earnest in his offer to help modify Geni's weapon, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give him all of Deep Magic's tricks. He liked Geni, but he hasn't come to trust him quite yet. Merlin soon began devouring his food again, but then suddenly stopped. He could hear Ivan in the background calling him an 'amateur-hour stage magician'. Even though Merlin knew it was just a way to make his former opponent feel better about the match, but he couldn't help but take it personally. "If only he knew my old profession, hehehe. Next time I face him, I will worry less about the audience and solely focus on destroying the wall of self confidence he has oh-so-carefully built." He said to Geni with an almost devilish smile. No one insults his ability as a magician, no one. After a few more brief moments of silent brooding, Merlin's normal smile returned to his face and he began to inhale what was left on his plate.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond froze midway her stretch. Somebody who she didn't introduce herself to called her out by name. Good lords did someone from before recognize her? Just how much hush money would they want? The voice seemed familiar enough. She was sure it wasn't anyone from Juvy. No it had to have been from before. A client? Hardly, she never shown her face when she had to attend striking a deal in person. It wasn't safe that way. It had to have been someone whom she contracted herself. Wait... She stood straight and turned around to confirm her suspicion. Her hands promptly went to her face to keep her jaw from hanging agape. "A-Amy?" she said as she did a double take. Her memory raced to recall and match the face. Yeah, it was quite some time but the resemblance was there. Diamond took a few steps closer. Usually she would have made a remark when she heard Aurelius, probably something about him just being jealous of her dynamite body, but right now she barely noticed hims peaking. "After well over two years you finally show up again," she said towards the other woman, "And that's all I get? You wound me." she inquired with a half smirk. When Amy's teammate shown up, she nodded to him: "Frost. Diamond Frost."</s> <\|message\|>Ahriman Kore Agesander Ahriman Kore Agesander — Physical Education Running late for the first class wasn't exactly the best first impression, but life wasn't quite as kind to Ahriman as he'd want at the moment. Clipboard in hand, he made way into the classroom, eyes locking onto each of his students. The room itself was a rather large stadium, indoor track field circling half of the entire gym. The other half contained a practice basketball court, waxed and polished just this weekend as per request from Ahriman. In the midst of the track were various gymnastics equipment, of which a lot of the smaller equipment lay in a large storage closet just in the hall near the locker rooms. There were other rooms branching off the gym, one side leading to the indoor pool and the other to the weightlifting room, part of which could be partitioned off for a more personable class, i.e. yoga, aerobics, and various other things. Everything was where it should have been, placed precisely with the correct number of equipment (all even numbers) and everything looking scrubbed clean about five or ten times depending on who was asked. There wasn't much in terms o decoration aside from what Beacon tended to put up on behalf of honorary athletes and the like, things Ahriman didn't pay much mind to as there was no real need. Decked in a pair of Beacon provided ensemble, a pair of black track pants and grey t-shirt, looking far more casual than he usually did, but sweating in formal clothing didn't make the list of things to do that day. Behind him, trailing with his suitcase all buckled tight and other hand grasping a paper bag, Solomon gave a wave to the students already prepping for class. He leaned over, pointing over to the far corner of the gym where Ahriman's office lay. "I'll leave the left overs in there," Solomon said, before turning further to address the class—Ahriman turned him further, so he actually faced most of them, instead of half the class. "Watch him for me, you guys and try not to let him push you around too much. Guy's got antlers up to here, but they're mostly just for show," he reached out to tug on one, only to get his hand swatted. With that note he made off toward the other side of the gym, a light haze floating out like tendrils around him. With that, Ahriman cleared his throat before bringing the clipboard to his front as he examined it. He roll called quickly before marking everyone down and turning his full focus onto the class before him. "Fitness to a hunter is of utmost importance, I'm assuming most of you know that," Ahriman began, tilting his head to the side a little, "Your health, both mental and physical, are things you'll need to learn exactly how to take care and I'm positive we'll accomplish that, as long as we all focus on the material and put effort toward our work. Over the course of the year and semester, there are quite a few things we'll be going over, from regular sports to routine work outs to diet and regular exercising. I intend to keep all of you well in shape and, hopefully, teach each and every one of you how to properly look after yourselves and your well being." Looking back down at the clipboard in his hand, Ahriman gave a small hum. "As for who I am, I'd prefer if you call me Mr. Kore, for the sake of my sanity, and yours, possibly," he spoke, "Aside from that, we should definitely get this class going; I won't make a habit of being late, you can be assured of that." Turning he stopped mid stride before looking back at the class, eyes narrowed, "And if you have any ailments, I would definitely appreciate being told before you have an asthmatic attack or strenuous activity causes you to go into cardiac arrest." "It's happened twice," Solomon waved, making his way to the exit to avoid Ahriman's glare. Though he did, Ahriman merely gave a nod and made for the track equipment. "We'll start the day with a few laps, then," Ahriman spoke, "Expect me to push you to your limits this week: I want to know how much each of you are capable of. If you hate me for it, at least you'll be healthier while doing so." He snapped a finger, signalling for the class to move toward the doors outside where the larger track field and other outdoor sports fields lay just behind the campus buildings and large gym. It was certainly nice outside and Ahriman was one for fresh air rather than being forced to remain stuffy and cramped. Antlers, especially ones as large as his this time of year, would do that to a person. "You all are capable," he mused, "Two miles. Would prefer to keep this under fifteen."</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival - The Survival 'classroom' is an old run down concrete school building on the very edge of campus. Nature has mostly taken over, vines, trees, and various other plants obscuring the two story building. Various animals can also be seen around this building, deer, squirrels, lots of birds, and more. In a room on the second floor, a campfire can be seen during the day and night. Like all rooms, the floor is dirty. The campfire is in the middle of the room, and several large rocks and old logs circle the campfire. In one corner of the room is an impressive array of weapons, knives, shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, all old. A single desk is where it should be, if this was still a functional classroom, a small candle is on top, along with several books and canned foods. A small mattress is in another corner, there is a sleeping bag on top of it. Scattered across the room are small piles of various things, such as pots, pans, an old guitar can be seen leaning against the wall. Most wonder why this is even a classroom, others are unable to find this class for several days. Pavel sat on a large rock on the second floor of his run down concrete building. His campfire spot lay empty, the ring of small stones marking where the fire usually is. Piles of varying wood surround it, tinder, sticks, firewood logs. Today was the first day of class, he was told, he welcomed the young ones. He kept on strumming his guitar, playing a classic amongst his kind. He paused to take a sip out of a bottle containing a clear liquid, then continued playing again. Some students began to arrive, but Pavel just continued to play, only saying, "Take a seat, we will start soon. If you are hungry, have a bite." in his Eastern Slavic accent. He nodded towards a couple unmarked cans of food. Ineko Irandi - Period, 5 Survival Armory was not as expected. There was a lot of drama, needless, Ineko thought to himself, if people had kept their calm. He would have been an advocate towards calming down, but there was too much for him to take in. The chatter of the machines present only grew louder as they spoke about various topics. He tried to listen to the tank, and got some dialogue from her, to which he did. She was a somewhat vulgar tank, but nevertheless, Ineko wanted to talk to her. Although he did have opposition from that sort of thing before, many hunters in training often thought him crazy. The lesson, although cut a little short, taught Ineko a couple of things he didn't know about Dust. Previously, all Ineko knew was that it was volatile, and a fuel, pretty much. Elemental properties were lost on him until today, and he looked forward to future lessons. Less so towards future conflict. Ineko, having previously mapped out the campus, walked right to the concrete building that the Survival class was taking place. He thought it was a pretty strange place to host a classroom. He stepped into the dirty building, it was more like an abandoned building than the classroom he was lead to believe. He climbed up a flight of stairs to follow the sound of guitar, and upon entering, a man, presumably Professor Vorosky, was playing the guitar. "Come, come, sit." Ineko did, albeit a somewhat slowly. This was not what he expected.</s>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet "Sure thing, Professor!" Sepia replied cheerfully, and with that, she turned and sprinted in the direction of where she'd been told that her locker would be. The sound of angry yelling reached her from the way she'd come, and for once she was glad to have arrived unprepared. Although, the last part didn't seem so bad. Growing up in a lodge in the middle of a large forest had allowed her to become remarkably fast and endurant through "roughing it" and training as much as possible. True, she wasn't very strong in the way that meant lifting or stopping heavy things, but she was pretty sure that an obstacle course wouldn't be too difficult. Arriving at her locker, Sepia quickly grabbed a plain pair of black shorts and a brown tank top with a pink paw print on it. After changing into both these and replacing her high heels with a pair of sneakers, she made her way back to practice where she did as Professor Vanhomrigh said and got in line.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert listened to Ms. Vanhomrigh respectfully, he knew people like her and he knew that there would be consequences if she thought for a moment that she wasn't being given the respect she deserved. Priscilla's tardiness soon confirmed that. He wasn't really sure how to respond to the teacher's comment about her reason for tardiness. Object and point out that he had not only been there on time, but that they hadn't kissed yet. Just keep quiet and not try to provoke Ms. Vanhomrigh's ire. Or maybe volunteer to go with Priscilla. There were two lines, meaning that they probably would have everyone go two by two. Robert chose the latter. He strode over to the front of the other and got himself ready, shooting Priscilla a thumbs-up to let her know he was cheering her on. The signal to start was given, and Robert took off. He jumped over the first obstacle, then approached the pull-up bar. He jumped up and grabbed it, but slid off almost immediately. He tried again, hung on for about three seconds, then fell face first on the ground. Good thing he didn't have his glasses or visor on, it wouldn't have been good to have broken them this early in the school year. He got back up and tried a third time, saying out loud, "Third time's the charm." Finally, he got his leg over it and rolled off successfully, sprinting to the next obstacle. Robert made it through the next few obstacles easily enough. When he made it to the balancing beams though, he lost his footing and landed on his junk. He began to slide off the beam, holding back any cries of pain, when he wrapped his arms and legs around the wooden log. Robert got himself upright again and continued on with the course. Every obstacle afterwards was not really noteworthy, except the winces of pain with every time he lifted his legs. When he approached the second pull up bar, he groaned and pretty much went through the exact same thing he did with the first one. Finally, he reached the last obstacle, the ropeclimb. Robert made it about halfway up before losing his grip and falling. Of course it wasn't that easy for Robert, he just had to get his leg tied up in the rope and dangle there for several seconds before falling on his head. He tried again, this time making it to the top and back down with no problems. Robert approached Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh after walking off the course. "Ta-da. Ms. Iderson, Ms. Vanom... Vin... Ma'am, how'd I do?" he asked, still rubbing his crotch as if doing so would somehow alleviate the pain. "Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes," he silently pleaded.</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - 5th Period, Survival Pavel watched as the students began to come in, again, offering each of them a seat and some food. Most declined the food, but no matter, more for him. Once Ineko came into the room and sat down, Pavel's eyed lit up. "Ah! You remind me much of the Exoskeletons in the Zone. A shame I never got to wear one." He said, "Exoskeletons could take bullet after bullet, it was unbelievable, but radiation and anomalies..." He continued, "I once came across a mangled mess of flesh, bone and metal. Poor man must have stumbled into a Vortex. Imagine that, an entire person, and 15 kilograms of metal and machinery compressed into something the size of a small wheel." Pavel said, adding emphasis by estimating the size of the mess with his hands. Pavel quickly looked at his watch, "It's about time comrades." He pointed out a broken window, "One meter out is a teleport. We will all be jumping through that in a second." He explained, getting up and handing out large industrial metal screws to each student. "Now, do what I do, in ten second intervals. Understand? You, Exoskeleton boy, wait ten seconds after I jump through, then jump. The person after, wait ten seconds, then go. Yes?" He explained, rather quickly, getting in position. He fitted a gas mask onto his face, picked up one of the old assault rifles laying around, and strapped a tactical vest onto himself. "If anyone does not want to do this, quit this school now. If you cannot jump into the unknown, you are better off making bread for those who can." He said before sprinting towards the window, halfway there, throwing the metal screw through it. One meter away from the window, something flashed brightly, everyone hearing a strange wub sound, the screw was gone. A second later, Professor Vorosky leapt up, and through the window. A flash, a wub and he was gone. In an instant, he landed on grass. He rolled out of the way for the next person. He stood up afterwords, patting himself down and looked around. It was a familiar place, a large river in the middle of a forested area, where he was, a clearing. In the clearing, there were painted rocks lying around, several green painted rocks laid out in a line. Logs were strewn about the clearing, offering seats. Campfire linings were also around, with charred wood in them. He stretched, waiting for his students. Back in the classroom, a piece of paper detailing the instructions on how to get to where the rest of the class had gone lay on the ground in plain sight. Students not perceptive enough to find the classroom, or the paper, were out of luck, and would miss the first day of this class. Ineko Irandi - 5th Period, Survival Professor Vorosky's story was a little strange, some terms went over his head, but he understood the moral of the story, Ineko thought at least. There were some threats out there that armor could not protect against. Then the professor looked at his watch, and handed him a large metal screw. He gave instructions, then leapt out the window, and then disappeared in a flash of light. Ineko's jaw dropped. What? He paused for a second, then remembered his instructions. Ten seconds. Two seconds had already passed, and Ineko scrambled up from his seat and got in the same position the Professor did. He did exactly as he did, running, tossing the screw, then out the window. Ineko closed his eyes as he leapt through. He felt an impact, then opened his eyes. Dirt? Grass? He heard running water. Ineko looked around and saw essentially what was a campsite. He then understood what the ten seconds were for, and got out of the way of the landing zone. Ineko was speechless. How did we get here?</s>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Out of all things, a portal was not something Sangue expected to confront. Though her surprised remained hidden behind her stoic face, her stiffened body could at least send hints that she had second thoughts about jumping through a portal. At the very least, throwing the piece of metal that now rested in her free hand seemed harmless for her standards. After all, she flung around a piece of metal that was literally attached to her, so she did not feel unfamiliar with the idea. With that said, Sangue mindlessly threw her nail into the portal before jumping in… …only to land on the ground face-flat, her claw digging into the grass as it dangled behind her. The woman struggled to get up, using her only arm to pry herself shakily off of the ground. It took her a few seconds to notice that the Apophis Claw awkwardly extended itself, remaining still on the ground. Blinking with her barely open and unscarred eye, Sangue retracted the claw back to her shoulder, turning back to pay attention to the class she now attended in. Things seemed awkward so far. It was to be expected of a school filled with odd things.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival He wasn't late to it, since he kind of got there right after the last class. Everything went by fairly quickly for him, mostly because he was more interested in how unique this classroom was. Back in the city everyone would think you were an absolute nutter to hold a class in a room like this, but considering the subject matter he liked it. When his turn came for the portal he picked up his share and entered wordlessly after the ten... Or nine... Okay, he counted a little quickly. It was roughly 7 seconds for a normal person, he tried his best to slow down. As he appeared in the campsite, he stepped away from the portal and surveyed the surroundings... Campsite, logs, coloured rocks? Possibly for zoning or marking... But they were neatly lined up. Was this what they were to make use of? He watched the other students come through too. Some a bit more ceremoniously than others.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad – Practice Following instructions, Trad went to drop his gear off at a nearby bench. Grabbing hold of his shield and undoing his strap everything detached from him. He took another moment to look at his shield before gently setting it down. He strolled over to the obstacle course saving his energy for what lie ahead. Trying to mentally prepare himself he watched the first few in line go, then closed his eyes and imagined himself doing the same. Pulling himself over the bars, walking the beams, climbing the rope, he felt pretty confident in his abilities. The time came, he was up. Looking at his running partner he gave a quick two-finger wave before readying himself. He took a good deep breath, and was off. First log was a quick hurdle and nothing more. The pull up bars took little effort as well, Trad's strength was more than capable of pulling himself over. The next two obstacles went the same, but pushing down the bar line Trad noticed he was going a bit slower than the other had. This unfortunately didn't change when he came to the balance beam. Taking it slowly he only came close to falling a few times, but was able to catch himself. Next he did a quick swing over the log and hurdled over the next. After a quick running start Trad leaped and pulled himself over the wall with minimal effort. The next few obstacles weren't much trouble either, then came the many hurdles. Trad only too late realized he needed a solid run before he could leap them like before. Humiliatingly the norseman slowly climbed over each one, cursing himself on each one. After finally getting over the final log, he sprinted full speed to the rope not wanting to lose any more time. Grabbing a hold he climbed like a maniac to the top. After reaching the top he slid down, his gloves keeping his hands from burning. Hitting the ground he let out a "Damn" under his breath, though it was still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. He walked to the instructors awaiting to hear his results.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson It seemed that she would never be able to shake the nickname Victor had stuck on her, well not at this stage anyway. After awhile, he would probably get sick of calling her it and just call her Rayna; well, hopefully he would. Giving him a quick wave upon exiting class, she turned and looked around, trying to find someone who was even remotely mentioning survival. That didn't seem to be the case so she resigned to using the map on her scroll which did seem a tad outdated. Nevertheless, it led her to a run-down building that other students seemed to be entering as well. Surely this isn't the Survival classroom, right? Rayna expected some sort of high-tech facility but this place was surprising her at every turn. Moving into the run-down building, she raised an eyebrow when the last person disappeared through the window. Frowning, she approached a piece of paper on the table and read through it, raising another eyebrow at it. This place really was designed to confuse and surprise. Taking a piece of the metal specified in the instructions, she took a look over the plans again before following out precisely what they said. Taking off into a run, she chucked the piece of metal at the window and a second later, she followed it hesitantly. Within an instant, she was transported to a camp that looked more befitting of a survival classroom. Landing with a half-roll, half-collapse, she sat on the ground and surveyed the area before getting up and dusting herself off. This was going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Survival What Daniel was not wondering about was whether or not something would try to step on him. His attention was caught when a girl yelled, "Watch out" and Daniel jumped back when a sword landed only a few inches away from him. Then came the uninvited weight on his shoulder when that girl placed her foot on his shoulder, causing him to fall due to the unsupported weight. Daniel was lucky enough not to get cut on her sword when he fell, and her introduction as Sarina only served to annoy him further. "I'm fine, thanks for asking," Daniel said, irritated. Then Daniel asked a question that one should probably never ask a girl, "Do you realize how heavy you are?" Daniel was not aware of what he had just asked at first, and when he realized, he was too annoyed to care.</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival Pavel chuckled at some of the landings, some of which were done well, others not so well. A cloaked student walked up to him, confusion on his face, "What...was that? I've never heard of anybody but me being able to teleport, and...we all just did it. This is weird." The student asked. Pavel took off his gas mask and hooked it on his belt, "What we all just jumped through is an anomaly called a Teleport. These anomalies I keep mentioning are 'rifts where the laws of physics and nature are bent and broken'." He stated, "Or so say the scientists." Pavel then noticed Sarina come though, the assistant of the good witch named Goodwitch. However, Daniel, was standing a bit too close to her landing path, and was nearly hit. Pavel frowned slightly as the student said something unwise. Pavel walked forth and placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder, "Sarina, it is always a pleasure to have you here, although I was not aware you would be joining us. There should be a bottle or two of vodka somewhere if you want a drink." He offered, "And you, young man, I have several tasks for you." He looked at Daniel. Taking his hand off Daniel's shoulder, he started to speak, addressing the entire class. "Now, you all could have chosen a different class. Physical Education, it is good to be fit. Or maybe Combat Practice, to become strong, like bull." He began, "But no, you have chosen my subject, Survival. Your reasons are your own, but here, we are all equal. All trying to survive, yes, some of us are more experienced, but it is the duty of the experienced to help the inexperienced. As I am doing now. He paused. "I have seen soldiers. Trained killers. Fall to the elements. Yes, it is good to be fit, it is good to be strong, but if you do not know how to make a fire for warmth, or gather the right herbs if you are ill, you will die. Today, you will learn how to make a campfire. Now, get some wood. Any kind of wood, it does not matter." He dismissed the class. He began to walk away, towards the river. He stopped and turned around, "Ah! This is not a safe place. There are monsters in the woods, be on your guard." He looked to Sarina, "Sarina, if you would join me." He walked over to the river and sat down on a log, picking up one of the wooden fishing poles on the ground, and cast out his line. He leaned to Sarina, "So, what do you think of the children this year?" Ineko Irandi - Period 5, Survival Ineko looked at the dirt he was standing on. The Professor said that this was not a safe place, and that 'monsters' roamed the forests. He looked towards the treeline. He could only assume that 'monsters' meant Grimm. Ineko leaned forwards a little and the six drones on his back flew out, hovering in front of him. Ineko mumbled an order in an alien language and the six drones flew up to gain altitude, then out to scout the forest from above. Ineko walked to his fellow classmates, "The Professor suggests that there are Grimm in the forest, despite our relatively easy task, I still think we should group up into small teams. To watch each others backs. Also... Does anyone know how to make a good campfire?" Ineko asked the group of students.</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Algernon Fullbuster Every student jumped at the sound of the bell. Though there had been many different varieties of bells as there were of those who heard them, they all shared the same instinct built up from previous years of school. Even with the time passed since coming to Beacon, that same instinct coursed through each one: to escape and take another step in the daily grind of school til the glorious afternoon-evening time when each teenager could do what they wanted. Unfortunately, that time lay five long periods away. Before any of the students could flee through the door to Combat class, the now-familiar voice of Ms. Goodwitch commanded their attention yet again. "Today you've shown me what you can do now. Tomorrow will bring something new. Nurse your wounds, if you have them, and bring every ounce of your strength tomorrow." With that, Ms. Goodwitch fixed to turn back and talk with her assistant, but she happened to catch the mischievous eyes of Paron. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow the freshmen around, waiting to offer them one one of your deals, Mr. Skaft?" Her tone was critical, but in low; this was a conversation between her and Paron alone, now that most of the students were on their way out. "Not 'til fourth period, marm," the well-dressed northerner replied. "PE creds an' all that. An' wotever makes ya tink I'm tryin' ta swindle anyone?" He got up, very dignified, and tucked the golden-threaded yoyo away before meandering to the door. "I swear, no trus' these days for any a us. Teachas gotta trust their students, or they end up alone?" Paron cast a final glance at Goodwitch as he passed through the exit. This one held no warmth, no mischievous cheer; it was a clouded, soulful glare. Goodwitch turned away, walking slowly toward Sarina. The next group of teams, including PHGM, CRDL, RWBY, and JNPR, were filing in, but her thoughts weren't on them. It wasn't trust, she thought, that left you alone. Sad images flashed in her mind—the smiling face of Paron, then his crushed, vacant expression, the sabre, the blood, the hate. It was bad luck. -=-=- Next stop for MODA, SASG, RPGD, SIII, GJMM, and JRVR was math. After quickly ascertaining that all were heading to the same classroom, the twenty-four students merged into a singular flow of teenagers in the direction of room 64. When they sidled through the doorway and found their seats, there was no teacher to be seen. Judging by the papers and posters tacked, taped, stapled, and otherwise attached to every inch of available wall-space, though, he had certainly made his presence known. The symbols, equations, rules, factoids, and more that floated off the colorful menagerie of wall-adornments were enough to make anyone's head spin, and that was before the professor arrived. The instructor burst through the door, his half-closed duffel bag hanging from his hip. His matchless white and orange attire practically illuminated his progress through the room, and with a bang he set the duffel bag on the huge desk at the lecture hall's central low point. Yellow eyes twinkling, he whipped out a piece of chalk from a drawer and scrawled on the antiquated chalkboard in a loopy, difficult hand: ALGERNON HENRY FULLBUSTER. And just like that, he was in his seat, studying the students briefly. "Math!" He suddenly announced, followed by a yawn that he struggled to suppress. For a few moments thereafter, he didn't move, but a snore announced that he had suddenly put himself to sleep. Fortunately, the bell that signified the end of passing time and the start of second period jolted him awake. "Math," he repeated, unfazed by his catnap. "Algebra, geometry, trigonometry, calculus. Not as exciting as some of the stuff you'll be prodding and blowing up in Grimm Studies, but nevertheless essential! You all can, by now, multiply and divide and calculate percentages and remainders and compounded interest, but do you have what it takes to judge the arc of your spear as you're poised to throw it? Can you take the function of how far something's moving, get how fast it's moving, and then use that to find how quickly it's accelerating? No?" Fullbuster shoved a stack of packets to the end of his desk and motioned for the students to take one each. "Then let's get started." -=-=- "History is important, ladies and gentlemen!" The green-haired man declared. Compared to the soporific, smooth, low tones proliferated by professor Fullbuster, Bartholomew Oobleck brought both a vivacity and energy to the class with movement so fast as to be unnerving. His words were, though still hyped, mercifully slower. Regardless, it was clear that the doctor's passion lay in his subject. "If you can't learn from it, you are doomed to repeat it!" He zipped across the room again, until he was standing practically touching the long desk of the two students nearest him, Daniel and Priscilla. "And by tomorrow I hope the remaining half of you will learn that you must bring your book to class with you! Every day! The knowledge that we seek lies buried in paper, and starting tomorrow we will start to dig. Today, especially since we are so textbook-devoid, we will be running through a series of slideshows in review, to jog from your laden memories the information you undoubtedly acquired and then forgot in previous school. Pay close attention, now! History is waiting to unfold!" -=-=- Lunch in the cafeteria today was a choice between chicken sandwiches, bowtie pasta with somewhat watery red sauce, and a salad bar. Optional sides includes small dishes of pears, apple slices, grapes, mashed potato, curly fries, and macaroni, while to drink there was white milk, water, and juices of apple, grape, and watermelon. While the lines were serve-it-yourself, an employee waited at the end of each bar to charge each student for his or her purchase, and to keep an eye out for both theft and general rowdiness. The only seating available was an array of gray double-tables, each capable of seating eight. Spirits, not yet crushed by homework, were mostly high.</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>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</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> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro All of his enthusiasm and energy had died. Or rather it was grabbed by its throat, choke-slammed onto the ground and then viciously executed by way of a bullet to the head. When the first period bell had sounded, Shiro was quickly and harshly reminded that Beacon Academy was still a place of learning. Not only were promising and great future Hunters/Huntresses trained here, they were afforded the best education that Vale could offer. It was still a school, after all. Shiro's ears flattened against his head and his tail lazily swept at his feet as he sat in Math class, staring at the packet of mathematical problems/equations in front of him with a forlorn look. Looking up at the sleeping teacher and the room around him, Shiro sighed heavily and slowly opened the packet. As a child, he never had a formal education. What they taught him at the orphanage was basic at best. It was only at Signal that he received a better education but even still, he struggled. It wasn't to say that Shiro wasn't bright and smart, it was more so that he was lazy and disliked complex/critical thinking. It made his head hurt. Sure, math was important, but how did math seriously apply in real life beyond basic arithmetic? As he slowly worked on what he did know, skipping over what he didn't know, he couldn't help but ask... In what deity's name did someone think combining the letters from the alphabet with numbers was a good idea?! At least, History was easier on him. It helped more so that the eccentric teacher seemed to inject a bit of his hyperactive zippiness back into Shiro's spirits. Chin resting on his gloved fists, Shiro tried his best to pay attention. Though some parts were definitely interesting, he again failed to see how having history lessons would aid them in combating the Grimm. As the slide show presentation continued on, Shiro couldn't help but nearly plant his face into his desk, as for some inexplicable reason he grew dreadfully tired. For the rest of the period he remained under the radar of the teacher and softly snoozed, drooling a bit as he dozed the history period away.. Thankfully, he had already made it through the first half of the first day and was granted a brief reprieve from the daily grind of school life. It wasn't much different from Signal after all, just a new place with new faces. As he waited in line, he saw what the cafeteria was offering and his spirits were crushed yet again. Most everything was some kind of starch/grain, vegetable, or fruit. Blech. He recoiled at the sight of them. The only meat they had were the chicken sandwiches, and they even had white milk. Wishing his first meal at Beacon would be a bit grander, he half-heartedly grabbed what was allowed to him. In all honesty, he wanted to pile as much food as he could onto his plate but the cafeteria workers seemed to frown at the idea. He was a bit jealous when a few of the other bolder students muscled their way through the line and grabbed whatever they wanted without a care in the world. He wanted to do the same, but that wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be fair. With just a plain tray of chicken sandwiches and milk, he made his way to a free table and took his seat. Setting his tray down, he looked around for his teammates. Too many sounds, scents, and people moving about for him to locate them. Though, as large as Gren and Abel were it shouldn't be too hard to pick them out in a crowd. Shrugging, he decided to start eating without them. Removing the pieces of chicken from between the slices of bread, he clasped his hands together once done. Thanking everyone who were responsible in getting the food he was about to eat to him, he picked up his utensils. Oddly enough, though he was starving at this point, he neatly ate his meal with peculiarly impeccable table manners. As he ate, his golden eyes roamed around hoping to catch a glimpse of the Fox Faunus ladies.. Oh right, he had to do maintenance on his weapons whenever he got the chance. His mind then went down the list of what was required of him to make sure his gear was in top working order. If he had more free time, then maybe he would hit up the gym. That is, if he wasn't too beaten down and exhausted with homework and assignments.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan gave a nod of greeting as Indigo sat down, not stopping his constant devouring of the utterly average chicken sandwiches he'd taken from the bar. He gave another nod as Merlin passed by, noting with juvenile satisfaction that his opponent seemed to be the sort who would put on the pounds as he got older. Ivan had reacquired the ridiculously large hat sometime in the last couple of hours, although the matching poncho had apparently vanished into the ether. Green eyes flashed underneath the constantly shifting brim as his head turned toward his newly acquainted teammate with his mouth finally empty enough to maintain conversation. "I'm decent at math. Kinda need to if I wanna figure out how hard I hit with my semblance." The frown that had crossed his features earlier returned. "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 took a long swig from the carton of milk, staring into the distance as he considered the implications of his teams impressively average performance. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." The semi-permanent aura of confidence returned in full as Ivan turned to look for his previous opponent, spotting the caster at the table directly behind him with the shield-wielder and the clown who'd lost to a man without his main weapon. The gunslinger called over the din of the rest of the student's eating and chatting, a smirk of devilish amusement plastered on his features: "It'd take more than some amateur-hour stage magician to take me out!" He'd begun to stuff his face again as Ineko's drone took the seat across from him, and stared blankly at it until its owner came and sat down with a hefty thud. He attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, abruptly reconsidered, swallowed, then continued. "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." He extended a hand over his half-finished plate of chicken sandwiches toward Indigo and then Ineko, fully expecting it to be shook. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas."</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "why, so you can bleed out and the three of us that are left have to split your job? Forget it!" Diamond exclaimed as she finished patching his hand up. She slipped her hand with the plaster back under her hat, searching for the clinch it was supposed to hang on. When that was stowed away, she took one look at her bloodied hanky and frowned. "You can keep that." With that she focused back on the conversation around. "Funny, here I thought fighting Grimm was precisely what Huntsmen did. It's the job of the police to busy themselves with the bloody animals and the like. Either they do that or we should collect their salary." The girl noted. It smelled of trouble to step out of their mandate. Was there an actual class that dealt with the law side of this whole thing? Well, at least she knew a few good lawyers. It might be a way to collect some of those old favors.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren chuckled lightly as Kuhaku eagerly answered how to have his steak. "Alright, just give me a few minutes to cook the meat thoroughly. And hello to you too Fulgurate." The meat sizzled on the grill sending oil out, but Gren didn't flinch. He wore gloves for this reason. "I'm fine Shiro, don't worry. My hand got a bit banged up, but nothing that the doctors couldn't heal." Gren said in responds to Kuhaku's concerns about his hand. In truth the injury was much worse because he did lose his hand, but Gren managed to get himself a replacement before anyone was none-the-wiser. Gren than turned to Abel about his question. "Not much Fulgurate. The teacher's name is certainly interesting, but aside from that math is math. Practical, if a bit boring." Gren started to serve up the cubed steaks, but unless both his teammates were big eaters he still had a lot of meat to cook. He already took them out of the bag so he'd hate to waste them. Gren looked around and noticed his opponent, Indigo, sitting at a table with many others. He even saw Sapphire amongst them. Gren devised a plan. "I think I might have brought too much food for just the three of us. Why don't you two invite your opponents over to eat? Make friends with your rivals and such. I'll stay here and cook up what I can. If you find Indigo, could you ask him to come over as well?" A big oil fire flared as Gren poured another round of cubed steaks onto the grill but he didn't flinch as the flames died down and resumed their slow grill.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Looking around, Shiro realized he may have made too much of a show. After his loud outburst, he bashfully scratched the back of his head and slowly sat back down. Face red as he cleared his throat, he quieted down. Though, his silent moment was short lived as his eyes caught sight of Abel. He enthusiastically shot up and waved at him. "Hey, Abel! We're over here!" As Abel came up to their table and sat, a bright grin graced Shiro's features, though he wrinkled his nose when he saw what Abel brought to eat. It seemed to be nothing but foliage and vegetation to him. He didn't understand how some people could eat the green-stuff. Abel sanitized his hands and saw the mini-grill that Gren was cooking on. "You're crazy-prepared," he said matter-of-factly. "That's a bit rude. No 'hello' or 'hi'?" Shiro frowned, but quickly shook it away. Abel then took a moment to compliment them on their sparring matches. Shiro's frown quickly returned. Everyone else seemed to go dust-to-the-wall and gave it their all. Shiro didn't even activate his Semblance or use his Axe at the very least, so he felt his fight hadn't gotten that serious. His feelings of inadequacy and low self-worth briefly returned. But, when Abel mentioned his own negative feelings, he pushed away his own concerns. Patting Abel on his wide upper back, Shiro offered him one of his signature grins. "Aww, don't worry about it Abel. As far as I see it, the matches weren't about winning or losing. Just to show everyone what we're made of. As long as we had fun and made it out okay." Shiro felt a little better to know that he wasn't alone with his emotions. "What did you think of math? Fullbuster's a pretty sweet name, but he was so...uninspiring. Took me about ten minutes to get my head on straight and start workin' through that packet." Abel asked them. Shiro's ears and tail slowly drooped. He tapped at his chin with a single gloved finger. "Well..I thought his name was kind of odd, to be honest. Seeing him snoozing in his chair made me want to fall asleep too." "Which, I later did in History class..." "As for that packet...Aha...I did what I could..." Shiro felt better knowing he wasn't the only one that seemed to have trouble. Gren mentioned how his hand was fine and only got a bit banged up. Somehow, Shiro doubted that. Giving Gren an odd look, he couldn't help but feel that something was out of place. Shrugging, he reverted back to his usual smile. "Ah well, the important thing is that you're okay now." As Shiro patiently waited for Gren to finish cooking the meat he brought along, Gren said, "I think I might have brought too much food for just the three of us. Why don't you two invite your opponents over to eat? Make friends with your rivals and such. I'll stay here and cook up what I can. If you find Indigo, could you ask him to come over as well?" He frowned, he didn't exactly think Gren brought too much. In fact, Shiro could've quite possibly eaten most if not all of the meat had with him. But, that probably wasn't his intention. To give all of it to Shiro, that is. Sharing was caring, after all. The idea suddenly struck him in a positive way. It would be a great way to make more friends. Surely they would appreciate the tasty meal much more so than whatever they were currently ingesting. Tail swaying back and forth energetically, he grinned and saluted Gren. "Right! On it, friend!" Now, how to grab most of the other teams' attention? Why not boldly go? Lifting his feet onto his seat so that he was squatting low, he decided to make another show of himself. He'll deal with the embarrassment later. Winding up, Shiro launched himself into the air. Up and over the large moving crowd, he aimed his jump so that he would land onto one of the other team's tables. Aimed well enough, he gracefully landed quite literally in the middle of their conversations. As the table shook slightly from his landing, he straightened up and scratched at his cheek with a gloved finger. "Hmm...Now, what to say?" He hadn't thought too well ahead. Screw just normally walking up to them and asking them all politely to join them at lunch. That was boring. Stretching his arms out, he decided to loudly proclaim. "My friend brought too much food and we can't eat it all ourselves! If you're still hungry and would like some freshly grilled meat and stuff, come join Team Swansong at our table! You're all welcome to sit and eat with us!" Standing on their table, arms wide open, with a stupidly cheesy grin on his face he hoped that was enough to collect all of their attention. He then pointed from where he had launched himself from, at Gren and Abel. "We're over there!" "Wait, shoot! I didn't think if my actions would embarrass Gren and Abel! Sapphire might get pissed at me..." Still grinning, he blinked. "Ah well, I'll deal with it later."</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>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Robert is not the what you think. Yes Rayna may sound mean but she's not insulting Pricilla. If she was I'd tell her to screw off and leave us alone before I would make her leave, but she's just giving Pricilla advice." Greyson said to Robert wanting to calm him before he did anything stupid that he would regret. In all honesty Greyson would never hit a woman but neither would he ever let anyone hurt the feelings of the girl he cared about. Right now Greyson was thinking about how Pricilla would react to Rayna's "constructive criticism"</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Well. That was unexpected. When he washed out of the entrance exam, Benjamin fully believed that that was the end of it. It would have been worse, too, because it would have been his own fault. His reluctance to use his ace up the sleeve nearly lost him his chance at being a hunter. Now, though, he had another chance. He didn't expect to get it, and he still expected to wake up any minute. Starting on the back foot or not, he had a chance. The thought was sobering, too. He knew his reputation was starting with a mark against it, and it wasn't just his reputation anymore. If he screwed up, the rest of them would pay for it, too. So he couldn't screw up. He needed to do his best, even if that meant not always having another trick up his sleeve. Truthfully, there was also the fact that he didn't really know his team all the well. Maybe Ozpin did some team building exercises after the entrance exam or something, but he'd (obviously) missed them. Ben had ended up working with them mostly by chance, and there hadn't been an excessive amount of time to talk since then. He was acutely aware of the girl, probably older than him, with a decidedly nonstandard sense of fashion walking near him. Amy. The other guy on the team, probably same age, maybe a little younger. Trad. And Sangue, the other girl who was probably older than him. And seemed to have one arm. From the look on Goodwitch's face, she wasn't happy about having a team of exam rejects walking around. He had a bad feeling they'd see that expression again, and not just on her face. Well. One more obstacle to overcome. "So, schedule says we're supposed to be in lunch. If I remember how we got to Oz's office right, that'd be down the stair, and to the left, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) The silence from the professor was agonizing. Trad had worked his heart out practicing for the exam, only to fail in misery. It was probably his fault too, he was over protective of his team and got in their way trying to shield them from attacks they most likely could have avoided. That didn't stop him though. He continued his practice and learned from his mistakes during the exam, and as luck would have it, it paid off. Now here he was, in the headmaster's office waiting to hear the verdict. The anxiety was killing him, and the disapproving stares of Ms. Goodwitch only made things worse. Still, he did his best to stand firm and at attention. Finally Ozpin spoke, reminding him and the others of their humiliation during the exams. He couldn't help but feel this might not be the reconsideration he had hoped for. Then, he heard the words from Ozpin, "That is why you four are hereby admitted to Beacon Academy" Trad couldn't help but smile. Despite all that had happened he was now a student of Beacon! His joy was quickly hushed by an even colder stare from Goodwitch, as if to remind him of how thin of ice he would be on. When the team was dismissed and they all left the office, Trad let out a long sigh, "I'm not the best when it comes to history, but I think we may be the first rejects to be allowed in." Trad wasn't sure he could eat just yet, he was still trying to take in the fact that he was now a student. More than that, he was member of a team! Still, they could use the time to get a game plan. Figure out schedules and class locations. "I think that's the right way. If not I'm sure we'll find it one way or another."</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: "It's the right way," Amaranth said, her eyes staying straight ahead, not looking at any of her teammates. "Let's eat before lunch is over, or we're going to have to face the legitimate students with empty stomachs." She looked slightly to the side, sizing up each of the others standing in the hall. Trad and Ben were easy enough to read, Sangue was a little more difficult... She was going to have to get used to them. Sangue, entirely offense, but blunt as anything... Trad, an excellent defender, self styled Guardian of Remnant. Benjamin Lloyd, fast, adaptable... But every sign pointed to him being slacker. Hell, they were going to have to get used to her. She almost felt sorry for them. Amaranth Desire. If that wasn't a name somebody could judge her by, she didn't know what was. Amaranth Desire, dressed in clothes that would make her grandmother blush... They were all human, too, and while she didn't paint any of them as being prejudiced, they still didn't know she was a... Faunus. Her hand went to the collar around her neck, one finger slipping inside it–was she nervous? Her chest rose and fell in a deep breath, and she sighed. "Call me Amy. Not Amaranth."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Ben. Good to meet you." He extended a hand to shake, the other kept in his pocket. It was kind of funny, Benjamin thought, that he'd gotten to know how they fought, but had yet to actually get to know them. His teammates. Stuck together for four years, if he was lucky, first met days ago, and only now getting around to proper introductions. Showed where all of their priorities were. A faint grin crossed his face, only a moment after he held out his hand. "Well, officially. Don't really count fighting, though. Isn't really an introduction." Amaranth, he decided, was both one of the easiest to read, and the hardest to work out. Her attire was decidedly... Unusual, and she didn't really look like the type to attend Beacon. Then again, first impressions were remarkably deceptive. Those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones and all that. "Hell of a "welcome to Beacon", huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) "Its a pleasure." Trad shook their hands as well. It was strange how different they all acted out of combat. Ben not only fought like a warrior, but he immediately took charge of the situation and commanded the team. Now he seemed more laid back as if he'd rather go with the flow than take and charge. Amy was the same. While fighting the Grimm, she was fierce and strong, taking head on any that was unfortunate enough to get near her. Yet as they stood there, she fidgeted with her collar, like she was unsure or nervous about the situation. Sangue was probably the only one who differed the least. She was fast and merciless during the Grimm attack and currently had a dark and slightly unwelcoming look on her face. On the other hand, this was only the first encounter with his team, and right now they were all still processing the news of their sudden acceptance. They could all be completely new people once they got more relaxed. "So... Shall we go?"</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: Amaranth stopped fidgeting with her collar, shook both of their hands and smiled slightly. "A 'welcome' is the kindest term for it. They called us up there, said that we suck, and then said 'good luck with proving us wrong'." She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Well, to be fair, the headmaster seemed okay enough with us. Good#####, on the other hand..." Her hand fell to her side, clenching into a fist before relaxing. "We're going to prove her and her stupid exams wrong. We're going to prove that a bunch of washouts can and will be the best students this place has ever produced." She stripped her hat off, letting her hair and her feathers out. "And to that extent, gonna have to be honest with each other. I'm a Faunus and I have a past I'd rather forget. Sangue, you're creepy, Ben, your hair is annoying, and Trad... You need to shave. Think that covers it."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Amy, you're distracting. Don't think that covers it." Bastion's team leader shot back, his tone and the grin crossing his face were the easiest indicators that he was joking. He idly ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful for a moment. In fairness, he hadn't combed it that morning. ... Nor did he usually. Then he shrugged, letting out quiet laugh. "And I'm not sure that's how you're supposed to talk to a team leader." "But I like your attitude. Ignore the mop on my head and we'll be fine. Can't speak for Trad, though, dude totally looks mean." Another chuckle, this time directed jokingly at the other teenager. 'Good#####', he had to admit, that was clever. Probably grounds for some very severe detentions if heard, but clever. It was going to be an interesting ride.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan's face fell as Ineko left, taking most of his reason for talking to the blandly colored broad with neon hair away with him. Robo-boy with his unmoving mouth was the sole reason that he got involved with this trash-talking chick in the first place. He sighed, straightening his floppy hat on his head and checking himself over for sauce stains from Shiro's entrance before making his counter-argument. "Girlie, if you saw me getting knocked around, you're as blind as you are annoying." The larger man turned back to his sandwiches momentarily, retrieving one of the unfinished halves that hadn't been splattered in Indigo's sup-par pasta sauce. "The magician is been of an opponent than your skinny ass will ever be, but those so-called 'unadaptable shots' of mine managed to knock out his aura down to minute levels. I can't seem to find the point where my tactics were, ah, countered." His lips curled back in something that could have easily been a snarl or the second coming of the annoying grin at her counter to his 'already going behind her back' comment."Ah, but Sappy, you were invited with the rest of us non-teammates. Can't seem to see the leaderly respect in that."</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Good job young man! Truly a warrior in the right place!" the professor offered the praise, nodding at Ben to return to his seat. "I hope you all noted that the cub was more fierce than the books will tell you. Usually the older the grimm manages to live, the more it will learn. that doubles for the wendigos who possess higher than normal healing abilities." Port explained, waving his arm to the door, "Now for our next match, we shall move outside." Leading the class out, it was fortunately a rather sunny day. Perfect opportunity for the students to learn about species that would usually be dangerous to encounter in the wild! "Now, who would like to attempt to tame our next challenge? Mister Bellum perhaps, you seem eager for a chance, come and show us what is in you!" he cheered the student on, the sarcasm in his tone going unnoticed. Whether on purpose no one could tell. "Remember students, to take noted of the fight. this time we will see an adult individual, however, outside of it's usual environment and, most importantly, company." Port teased about the creature before slamming the lock off of one of the many cages set up in the yard before distancing himself He kept his weapon at the ready in case it was needed, as slowly, as if uninterested by the students, a Sitting Bull walked out of the cage and gazed upon Aurellius, as if it was teasing him to make the first move. ______________________________ When Aurellius took a seat next to her, Diamond gave the man an acknowledging nod. He seemed uncomfortable with his suit, which she noticed was a fresh one. It would seem she vacated the mess hall just in time indeed. She watched the fight with interest. The datura their team fought in the initiation was a one of a kind grimm, and she was interested what other danger was out there. It didn't get much different than the beast the guy was facing, so quick and agile compared to the lumbering plant monster. When the fight concluded, the class was moved outside. Diamond guessed it was to prevent collateral damage, which soon proven correct when Aurellius was picked next, and to her great amusement was pitted against an evil piece of steak. She immediately imagined her teammate in one of those ridiculous corrida outfits and had to stifle a fit of giggles.</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>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</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>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE Two miles was easy. He did more strenuous runs on the cool mornings in Vale, where he could get hour-long jogs around the city with little concern for the impending day. He started slowly, then began to increase speed with every lap, his long legs helping him outpace nearly everyone who wasn't trying exceptionally hard. As he ran, his thoughts drifted back to the disastrous Armory class and the comment that the daughter of the general had made: He'd gained quite a number of enemies. Ivan frowned through his carefully regulated breathing.Enemies implied that they'd go out of their way to hurt him. Which meant that between the teams at Beacon, there was now a rift. Which meant- He nearly tripped as the person ahead of him stumbled and fell, shaking the would-be athlete from his thoughts. A quick glance told him that it was Sapphire, and that she was in pain. Ivan, against his better judgement, slowed to a halt next to his irksome classmate with an expression halfway between concern and annoyance, carefully keeping just a bit out of the injured girl's reach as he knelt down, lightly panting from the exertion of his run. "Hey, you alright?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Rowan Iderson Rowan, Practice Rowan didn't comment on Priscilla's tardiness. Esther had that covered. She turned instead to the end of the course, calling out times. "5 minutes and thirty three seconds, Mr. Fallson, and a shameful 333 seconds it was. If you can stand straight and walk off your injury, I'll allow you to come back when you aren't indisposed. Otherwise, get ready to go again. Ms. Russet, 4:56. Be more dignified, or I'll penalize you time. You'd be dead in the field. Goldstein, 4:30. Mr. Oak, you were mediocre until the hurdles. Then things took a nosedive. 4:59. I'd suggest trying it again." Rowan sighed and closed her scroll, walking toward the fallen Priscilla. Her face was impassive, and her voice calm as she looked down at the girl. "Get up, Ms. Montgomery. Try again." Amaranth, PE "I do have something to prove, but it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you on that weekend dinner." Amy winked, then took a sip of her water and turned away. ####. Push ups. Amy sighed, starting hers reluctantly. To finish as fast as she had, it had taken her a lot of energy. The straight shift to pushups was brutal. She'd be feeling this tomorrow...</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed as he watched everyone jump in through the portal in various ways then the professor spoke when everyone got in and what he said was true and it was for that reason that Greyson was here, so he could survive despite being strong. Greyson was glad to have Daniel here with him so that their was at least one familiar face among the group and then Greyson turned to the student that went over and suggested that they form a group. Considering what the professor said about monsters here a group would be the best bet and then she asked if anyone had any experience with campfires and unfortunately Greyson has 0 experience when it came to the outdoors but that was why he was here to learn. He suggested to get dry wood whatever may burn but to avoid using living tree branches so Greyson decided to offer something and say "if we can get it into one pile I could use one of my rounds from my sword, it uses phosphorus rounds so it can easily ignite the wood once we get it" Greyson offered thinking it was a good idea but this was only his input he wouldn't know how to make a fire like rubbing two sticks together and making a spark. Greyson didn't know how to do that so it would stand to reason he would use a different way to do it.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Survival Daniel listened to the instructor as he mentioned something about several tasks and the importance of Survival. He may have only a small amount of experience in survival, of any, but even he knew how to create a fire. At least, creating one his way. "A fire?" Daniel asked, already grinning. "That'll be easy." And it would be; after all, his Semblance could create fire. He went off into the woods and started to gather his own small supply of wood and tinder, completely ignoring someone's wisdom of gathering only the driest wood one could find. All he really did was gather a collection of sticks and the occasional dead branch on the ground. Taking his wood to a location close to the others but far away enough so that his wood would probably not affect them, he placed several sticks in a way as to resemble a traditional fireplace, with the ends of all the sticks meet each other. Then he grabbed a few more sticks from his collection and engulfed his hand with fire, setting the sticks ablaze. Dropping the sticks into his fireplace, Daniel grinned as he had created what appeared to be an actual fire, which was certainly more progress than some people had. "There we go, a fire. Easy as pie," Daniel said.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival They all needed wood. Thus, Sangue went off to get wood. She collected wood nearby groups of trees, but every time she collected a good amount of sticks, she would continuously drop small amounts of the wood she already gathered. The red-haired woman remained aloof, continuing to collect as much wood as she could with one arm. The woman bit on some of the less dirtier sticks in an attempt to carry more wood. Struggling with the wood she collected, the woman walked back to where she was to put down her share for the Survival group. Sticks slowly fell off of her moderately small collection wrapped within a single arm, though Sangue did not seem to notice this. She soon dropped the sticks from her arm and opened her mouth, letting two sticks add into her small pile. "..." Sangue blinked with her unscarred eye, wondering if she did good enough for a one-armed novice-at-Survival. The woman then realized that she had to make a fire. "..." With a small frown, the woman glanced at her nonexistent second arm before sitting down in front of her small pile of sticks. Picking one stick up, she simply stared at the thing, contemplating on how to make a fire. Thinking of ideas, the woman stepped on one of her sticks as she proceeded to rub it furiously with the stick she held earlier. Her speed may have caused a small spark, but it took her an extremely long time to make a fire. She would eventually make a tiny fire, accidentally burning her finger because she was quite amazed at how someone like her made a fire in the first place. With a burnt finger, she stood still, remaining idle with a small frown. A tiny, tiny fire lived in front of her. Sangue quickly doused her finger in a nearby river before returning to her spot.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Physical Exertion "I shall be waiting, dying of suspense and loneliness until then!" Diamond said theatrically, blowing a kiss in Amy's direction to add a cherry on top. Honestly though, the thought that there would be someone, anyone, who would know of her past and not judge her for it was exhilarating. She was worried half the time what would happen if her past ever seen the light of day. Of course, if the police didn't find it in their investigation, chances were noone ever would, but still, the worry was there. Now alone, she looked around for a victim. Just because she liked the result of exercising didn't mean she wasn't bored to tears. Usually she listened to music or watched a movie while working out and she made a note to get headphones and one of those shoulder straps for her scroll to keep her occupied in future classes. Right now though, she headed straight for her teammate. "Guess who got herself a date?" she said with the most self satisfied expression on her face. She never signed up for PE to play games. In fact she liked the condition she was in, and that took effort to maintain. However she never was one to show all of her cards, nor an overachieving rectal alpinist. That's why even though she could and one look at her told that she could, she didn't go too far above the required fifty of each of the exercises.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE "Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points? He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications. It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better. The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning. The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.</s>
<\|description\|>Algernon Fullbuster Age: 47 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The underside of Algernon's watch is a dart-shooter. It reacts to the muscles in his wrist; if he extend his palm, the darts will fire. While the normal darts are coated in sedative and are not very harmful, he owns special dust-packaged darts that can exert quite the elemental effect on their target. One of the items in his duffel bag, aside from various folders, binders, and papers, is a boxlike device called the Onager. If Algernon puts his right hand into the slot and plugs it in, the box unfolds into a mortar that rests on his shoulder when in use—siege mode. In siege mode, Onager fires volatile bombs in a big arc, perfect for large, slow-moving targets. In the default storage mode, Onager is much safer. Specialty: Algernon detests physical combat, believing it to be below his station as a professor. In rare situations of combat, Algernon's chief strategy is keep-away: the art of running and shooting. It is an uninspiring, though effective and safe, style of fighting. He'll often employ his wits in combination with his dart-shooter and Onager, effectively classifying him as a gunslinger/scout. Of course, as a teacher he rarely gets involved in fighting scenarios. Semblance: Drowse Algernon can put people to sleep—and not just with his lectures about calculus. If he yawns, everyone in a radius around him will instantly succumb to slumber, and if he stifles that yawn, he puts himself to sleep. While not effective at all in a wide-awake combat situation, Algernon still sees his unique little power as useful. Personality: If it weren't 'Henry', 'methodical' would be Algernon's middle name. Slow, cautious, thorough, and even boring, he always makes sure that both he and his students have a firm grasp of whatever comes their way and are prepared for what's next. He is a pacifist that prefers not to fight, but understands all too well the necessity of warfare. While not the most outgoing, he generally likes to help and enjoys forming teacher-student relationships with those attending beacon. Algy is pretty pragmatic and not overgiven to sentimentality, knowing that the overemotional response can often be the wrong one. That didn't stop him from marrying the girl of his dreams, though, but exactly who his wife is he keeps a playful secret from the students—the only hint is that she is another teacher at Beacon. Color: Amber Emblem: Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Fancy seeing you up here. Here for the concert or do you just like the view?" Gren had been on the same roof that Sapphire was on, though he was rather surprised that she was able to get up here. The walls were hardly suited for climbing and Sapphire didn't seem the type to deface school property by using her daggers as climbing tools. Did she have a power similar to him? He put those thoughts aside as he walked up to his team leader. The two shared the same view of the crowd gathered below. Gren could pick out a few people among the crowd, but none of them seemed to be the source of music. Which still begged to question what was causing such a ruckus. He turned to Sapphire wondering if she knew anything about this. "I don't suppose you have any idea what this is all about, Rode?" While he was up here it also occurred to him that if Shiro was going to give Gren his headphones, he'd need to find him wouldn't he? Gren sent Shiro another message in the event that he has obtained his headphones by now. And unknown to Gren, their little team pet Scoot had been hitching a ride in Gren's bag. It had a plentiful enough space for the small creature, and for some reason or another it's telepathic semblance had some difficulty speaking to Gren's mind. It started to weasel out however when it smelled Sapphire near by and sent her a message. "Loud! Fun?"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Anime Shenanigans Wondering what was taking Sapphire so long, Oswald cocked his head to the side as his Scroll vibrated against his leg. Pulling the offending object from his pocket, Oswald was a bit surprised to see a message from the object of his inquiries. Greetings? Really? Whatever. Looking up at the roofs, Oswald only noticed Sapphire's figure after a few moments of searching. He was...frankly, bewildered. Her Semblance certainly hadn't allowed her to get up there. Was she really that agile? "Color me impressed, the other gem managed to find a good vantage point! I'll head up first, if ya really want I can bring you up, but I don't think teleportation would work well with your stomach!" Nodding at his teammates, Oswald looked back to Sapphire and took a moment to think. Could he make it? The girl was only a few stories up. He was worried that his Semblance would wonk out and leave him somewhere other than his intended target, though. While he understood most of the limits, this was a situation he couldn't be positive about the results of. Throwing caution to the wind, Oswald focused on a spot just next to Sapphire, right on the edge of the roof, and suddenly his entire view of the world shifted. He was now on the roof. Stepping forward to make sure he didn't plummet to his doom, Oswald looked between Gren and Sapphire. "Team meeting?"</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>
<\|description\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Age:17 Gender: Male Species: Human WeaponDeep Magic Deep Magic is a staff that has an orb surrounded by blade on top and narrows into a point on the bottom. There is a series of mechanism inside of Deep Magic that allows it to project and infuse itself with a variety of dust that is hidden through out the staff. Using a series of buttons near the middle of the staff, the user can empower Deep Magic with dust, Expel a wave of dust through the bottom of Deep Magic, or sling a balls of dust at enemies through the head of Deep Magic. Using the same buttons in the middle, the user can select what dust he wants to use. The selected color of dust is displayed by the colored glow that the orb and tipped bottom of Deep Magic project. Specialty:Mage/Scout Strengths: Agile High Dexterity Proficient with Staff weapons Fast (hands and feet) Proficient at throwing an assortment of objects. Highly intelligent Proficient Strategist and Tactician Semblance: Merlinian Runes Merlin can summon runes that appear on objects he is touching. These runes affect the object in specific ways depending on what runes were summoned. Up to 3 runes can be placed on any given object. The runes also take time to summon. A small item or area, the size of a playing card, takes a couple seconds to create 1 line of runes, but a large item or area could take a couple minutes to complete a full line of runes. Merlin can activate the runes anytime he pleases as long as the runes he wants to activate are within a 250-foot radius to him Types of Runes White Runes = Runes of Empowerment- These runes strengthen the utility of a single aspect of the object. An example is empowering the edge of a playing card to become as sharp as a knife, or increasing a baseball bats power when striking an object. Red Runes = Runes of Explosions- These runes, when activated, explode. The size of the explosion is dependant on the size of the area it is put on. Black Runes = Runes of Stillness- These runes, when activated, completely freeze an object in space for a short period of time. This cannot be used on biological objects. An example is a playing card freezing mid air and staying in that position for a short period of time. Said card could be used as a platform to jump off of. Yellow Runes = Runes of Protection- These runes, when activated, create a barrier around the object or area affected for a short amount of time. The barrier can be destroyed, but will absorb a great deal of force before breaking. The barrier can not move, but the affected object can enter and exit the barrier at will. Blue Runes = Runes of Freezing- These runes, when activated, freeze the surrounding area. The affected object freezes as well. The radius of freezing is dependent on the size of the affected object. An example would be a playing card would freeze a one foot radius while a fridge would freeze three or four feet outward. These runes cannot freeze biological object unless they are in direct contact of the affected object. * A short amount of time is equal to 30 seconds or less. Personality: Merlin doesn't come to trust people easily, but he becomes a loyal friend when he does come to trust someone. The people that get to know him find him to be intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and kind. He wishes all of his friends to be in high hopes, even in the darkest of times, and will never leave them. Merlin prefers not to talk about his past, but never really refuses to inform others of his upbringings. He understands that past is what has shaped him into what he is today, but he is constantly haunted by it. Although his past haunts him so, he is a performer by heart and hides it well. Merlin, over the years of practicing under his father's influence, has become somewhat of a social chameleon. He can "change" his personality into whatever he sees will fit the situation, but he only really uses the skill while he is performing. Merlin loves to entertain, and this shows often when he performs for the random people he meets. Even though he isn't the strongest or the best at hand to hand combat, he shows great confidence over his mastery with Deep Magic and his Semblance. Color:Taupe Emblem: Merlin's Emblem is a taupe sorcerers hat with five orbs surrounding it. Each orb is filled with a different color, the color of his runes, and are placed like the 5 points of a pentagram. Red is the top, White is the upper right, Black is the upper left, Yellow is the bottom right, and Blue is in the bottom left. Appearance: Merlin stands around 5'7" and is very well toned. He has long green hair, and his eyes are two separate colors. His right eye is red and his left is green. His upper torso and back are covered in scars of various length and sizes as well. Merlin is often seen wearing his signature black hooded cloak, and checkered arm warmers. He likes to wear an assortment of shirts and pants, but most often finds himself in a light brown T-shirt and black pants. When he wears his school uniform, he leaves his robe back at his dorm, but still wears his checkered arm warmers.</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>
<\|description\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Age:17 Gender: Male Species: Human WeaponDeep Magic Deep Magic is a staff that has an orb surrounded by blade on top and narrows into a point on the bottom. There is a series of mechanism inside of Deep Magic that allows it to project and infuse itself with a variety of dust that is hidden through out the staff. Using a series of buttons near the middle of the staff, the user can empower Deep Magic with dust, Expel a wave of dust through the bottom of Deep Magic, or sling a balls of dust at enemies through the head of Deep Magic. Using the same buttons in the middle, the user can select what dust he wants to use. The selected color of dust is displayed by the colored glow that the orb and tipped bottom of Deep Magic project. Specialty:Mage/Scout Strengths: Agile High Dexterity Proficient with Staff weapons Fast (hands and feet) Proficient at throwing an assortment of objects. Highly intelligent Proficient Strategist and Tactician Semblance: Merlinian Runes Merlin can summon runes that appear on objects he is touching. These runes affect the object in specific ways depending on what runes were summoned. Up to 3 runes can be placed on any given object. The runes also take time to summon. A small item or area, the size of a playing card, takes a couple seconds to create 1 line of runes, but a large item or area could take a couple minutes to complete a full line of runes. Merlin can activate the runes anytime he pleases as long as the runes he wants to activate are within a 250-foot radius to him Types of Runes White Runes = Runes of Empowerment- These runes strengthen the utility of a single aspect of the object. An example is empowering the edge of a playing card to become as sharp as a knife, or increasing a baseball bats power when striking an object. Red Runes = Runes of Explosions- These runes, when activated, explode. The size of the explosion is dependant on the size of the area it is put on. Black Runes = Runes of Stillness- These runes, when activated, completely freeze an object in space for a short period of time. This cannot be used on biological objects. An example is a playing card freezing mid air and staying in that position for a short period of time. Said card could be used as a platform to jump off of. Yellow Runes = Runes of Protection- These runes, when activated, create a barrier around the object or area affected for a short amount of time. The barrier can be destroyed, but will absorb a great deal of force before breaking. The barrier can not move, but the affected object can enter and exit the barrier at will. Blue Runes = Runes of Freezing- These runes, when activated, freeze the surrounding area. The affected object freezes as well. The radius of freezing is dependent on the size of the affected object. An example would be a playing card would freeze a one foot radius while a fridge would freeze three or four feet outward. These runes cannot freeze biological object unless they are in direct contact of the affected object. * A short amount of time is equal to 30 seconds or less. Personality: Merlin doesn't come to trust people easily, but he becomes a loyal friend when he does come to trust someone. The people that get to know him find him to be intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and kind. He wishes all of his friends to be in high hopes, even in the darkest of times, and will never leave them. Merlin prefers not to talk about his past, but never really refuses to inform others of his upbringings. He understands that past is what has shaped him into what he is today, but he is constantly haunted by it. Although his past haunts him so, he is a performer by heart and hides it well. Merlin, over the years of practicing under his father's influence, has become somewhat of a social chameleon. He can "change" his personality into whatever he sees will fit the situation, but he only really uses the skill while he is performing. Merlin loves to entertain, and this shows often when he performs for the random people he meets. Even though he isn't the strongest or the best at hand to hand combat, he shows great confidence over his mastery with Deep Magic and his Semblance. Color:Taupe Emblem: Merlin's Emblem is a taupe sorcerers hat with five orbs surrounding it. Each orb is filled with a different color, the color of his runes, and are placed like the 5 points of a pentagram. Red is the top, White is the upper right, Black is the upper left, Yellow is the bottom right, and Blue is in the bottom left. Appearance: Merlin stands around 5'7" and is very well toned. He has long green hair, and his eyes are two separate colors. His right eye is red and his left is green. His upper torso and back are covered in scars of various length and sizes as well. Merlin is often seen wearing his signature black hooded cloak, and checkered arm warmers. He likes to wear an assortment of shirts and pants, but most often finds himself in a light brown T-shirt and black pants. When he wears his school uniform, he leaves his robe back at his dorm, but still wears his checkered arm warmers.</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>	<\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin was caught a little off guard at Geni's question. Yes, he was overly proficient with the uses of Dust, but he had never thought about teaching people about it. Merlin stopped devouring chicken sandwich number 3, smiled at Geni, and said, "It's actually quite simple. The powdered form of Dust, that most Hunters use, is actually quite unstable and activates to almost any sharp movement," He stopped for a moment to take a swig of his milk, "Just the other day, I heard a rumor about two girls that had a disagreement on the first day of school. One of the girls accidentally let some Burn Dust loose, and the other girl sneezed. The result was a small crater on school grounds," Another milk pause, "Moving on, If you really want to use Dust in the method that I use, I will help modify your weapon to utilize it. I think you might benefit from using specialized Dust bullets though. You know the type my opponent, Ivan, used? It costs a lot less than my method, and greatly increases the amount of options you have during combat." He said with a smile. Merlin was earnest in his offer to help modify Geni's weapon, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give him all of Deep Magic's tricks. He liked Geni, but he hasn't come to trust him quite yet. Merlin soon began devouring his food again, but then suddenly stopped. He could hear Ivan in the background calling him an 'amateur-hour stage magician'. Even though Merlin knew it was just a way to make his former opponent feel better about the match, but he couldn't help but take it personally. "If only he knew my old profession, hehehe. Next time I face him, I will worry less about the audience and solely focus on destroying the wall of self confidence he has oh-so-carefully built." He said to Geni with an almost devilish smile. No one insults his ability as a magician, no one. After a few more brief moments of silent brooding, Merlin's normal smile returned to his face and he began to inhale what was left on his plate.</s>
<\|description\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Age:17 Gender: Male Species: Human WeaponDeep Magic Deep Magic is a staff that has an orb surrounded by blade on top and narrows into a point on the bottom. There is a series of mechanism inside of Deep Magic that allows it to project and infuse itself with a variety of dust that is hidden through out the staff. Using a series of buttons near the middle of the staff, the user can empower Deep Magic with dust, Expel a wave of dust through the bottom of Deep Magic, or sling a balls of dust at enemies through the head of Deep Magic. Using the same buttons in the middle, the user can select what dust he wants to use. The selected color of dust is displayed by the colored glow that the orb and tipped bottom of Deep Magic project. Specialty:Mage/Scout Strengths: Agile High Dexterity Proficient with Staff weapons Fast (hands and feet) Proficient at throwing an assortment of objects. Highly intelligent Proficient Strategist and Tactician Semblance: Merlinian Runes Merlin can summon runes that appear on objects he is touching. These runes affect the object in specific ways depending on what runes were summoned. Up to 3 runes can be placed on any given object. The runes also take time to summon. A small item or area, the size of a playing card, takes a couple seconds to create 1 line of runes, but a large item or area could take a couple minutes to complete a full line of runes. Merlin can activate the runes anytime he pleases as long as the runes he wants to activate are within a 250-foot radius to him Types of Runes White Runes = Runes of Empowerment- These runes strengthen the utility of a single aspect of the object. An example is empowering the edge of a playing card to become as sharp as a knife, or increasing a baseball bats power when striking an object. Red Runes = Runes of Explosions- These runes, when activated, explode. The size of the explosion is dependant on the size of the area it is put on. Black Runes = Runes of Stillness- These runes, when activated, completely freeze an object in space for a short period of time. This cannot be used on biological objects. An example is a playing card freezing mid air and staying in that position for a short period of time. Said card could be used as a platform to jump off of. Yellow Runes = Runes of Protection- These runes, when activated, create a barrier around the object or area affected for a short amount of time. The barrier can be destroyed, but will absorb a great deal of force before breaking. The barrier can not move, but the affected object can enter and exit the barrier at will. Blue Runes = Runes of Freezing- These runes, when activated, freeze the surrounding area. The affected object freezes as well. The radius of freezing is dependent on the size of the affected object. An example would be a playing card would freeze a one foot radius while a fridge would freeze three or four feet outward. These runes cannot freeze biological object unless they are in direct contact of the affected object. * A short amount of time is equal to 30 seconds or less. Personality: Merlin doesn't come to trust people easily, but he becomes a loyal friend when he does come to trust someone. The people that get to know him find him to be intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and kind. He wishes all of his friends to be in high hopes, even in the darkest of times, and will never leave them. Merlin prefers not to talk about his past, but never really refuses to inform others of his upbringings. He understands that past is what has shaped him into what he is today, but he is constantly haunted by it. Although his past haunts him so, he is a performer by heart and hides it well. Merlin, over the years of practicing under his father's influence, has become somewhat of a social chameleon. He can "change" his personality into whatever he sees will fit the situation, but he only really uses the skill while he is performing. Merlin loves to entertain, and this shows often when he performs for the random people he meets. Even though he isn't the strongest or the best at hand to hand combat, he shows great confidence over his mastery with Deep Magic and his Semblance. Color:Taupe Emblem: Merlin's Emblem is a taupe sorcerers hat with five orbs surrounding it. Each orb is filled with a different color, the color of his runes, and are placed like the 5 points of a pentagram. Red is the top, White is the upper right, Black is the upper left, Yellow is the bottom right, and Blue is in the bottom left. Appearance: Merlin stands around 5'7" and is very well toned. He has long green hair, and his eyes are two separate colors. His right eye is red and his left is green. His upper torso and back are covered in scars of various length and sizes as well. Merlin is often seen wearing his signature black hooded cloak, and checkered arm warmers. He likes to wear an assortment of shirts and pants, but most often finds himself in a light brown T-shirt and black pants. When he wears his school uniform, he leaves his robe back at his dorm, but still wears his checkered arm warmers.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Having since escaped from 'the incident' at the lunch table, Aurellius found himself slipping into classroom wearing a newly cleaned suit with all the fresh smells that came with. Splashing milk and chunks of soup didn't get along well at all. He didn't even have a chance to try some of the delectable meats, all because of some sort of heavy petting that also involved knives. With a sigh, he sat down next to the only person he recognized, of whom he was slowly growing used to. Aurellius nodded slightly, but kept silent as he ruffled his own collar, not quite satisfied with his results. In reality, he had simply tossed a coin to decide over between Armory class and this one, but in the end, tails had won its mark. He wasn't quite sure what the class was for, but 'Grimm Studies' is a bit more self explanatory than 'armory'. Of course, the man in charge of their class happened to be a prancing pony who spouted out bits of how they should all be chivalrous and blah, blah, blah. His interest only happened to be piqued as soon as the real lesson was revealed, a lesson of sharp teeth and claws. He was distracted for a few moments as he stared at the beast, some sort of lion mixed with a wolf, though the one in question happened only to be a young one. Ignoring the three other raised hands, he held his own up high, speaking with a hint of sarcasm as he waved his arm around, "Oh, sir, pick me, will you? Pleeeaase?"</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>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue threw her pasta away after figuring out how to consume half of it awkwardly, not because she hated it, but because she believed that she would get left behind. After all, the person known as... Ben... was heading to one of her classes. Remaining silent, the woman bowed to Sarina while holding a blank expression before following Ben. She was not skilled at finding directions, so as much as she hated using people like tools, she decided to use Ben as a living compass. Ben seemed nice. As soon as she arrived at the classroom, however, she encountered a problem. Ben was sitting at the front of the class. Looking around with her blank expression masking her nervousness, Sangue fidgeted about before engaging a battle with her own consciousness. On one hand, she wanted to sit at a corner because she could remain at peace, but on the other hand, paying attention to her classes could let her give off a better impression of herself. And not to mention, but she did not want to distance herself from her team. She knew she needed to somehow get close to Ben, regardless of whether her closeness had to be physical or emotional. Thus, she sat right next to Ben, almost squeezing herself against him with her blank face still on. She wondered if literally getting close to people would give her a chance to make friends out of everyone in her team. "..." ...Maybe I can kill Grimm better with this class, Sangue stated- something blatantly obvious- in her mind.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria ==> Armoury Before Gren or Abel had a chance to either accept Sapphire to the table or tell her to take a hike the bell rang. She sighed, Sapphire had had enough of her previous meal that she wouldn't be too hungry and if she was she had a couple of seal snacks stashed inside her violin case. "I suppose I'll see you guys after class. Fuzzball, work on the landing, you're coming down too hard." Sapphire left the lunch room. Her next class was Armory which she considered would be a lot more interesting than Grimm Studies. With enough firepower Grimm went down eventually no matter their weaknesses and strengths so the class the dealt with creating that firepower took precedent for her. She had no need to go to her room for her bag, so far there wasn't anything to put in it. If she'd attended History or Math no doubt she'd have textbooks for those subjects but Armory seemed to be a hands on class so extra baggage wasn't really necessary. When Sapphire arrived at the classroom she scanned the crowd taking inventory of who was present. She saw Oswald, her opponent from the ring, Gren from her own team and she cursed her luck but Shiro was also there. She couldn't think why he'd take this class, he didn't have the grey matter left over to visualize schematics. As Sapphire continued to survey the crowd he eyes caught on someone at the back. A girl with startlingly red hair that seemed to merge into feathers, a faunus no doubt but that wasn't what pulled Sapphire's attention. The azure haired girl's heart beat faster watching the way she was sitting, shoulders hunched, head down. Sapphire blinked once and she could see her sister Cecily sitting like that on the days that Janus came home from a mission, hoping not to be noticed. Sapphire blinked again and the image was gone. The girl was simply trying to avoid being noticed most likely by the teacher. Sapphire personally thought the way she was sitting drew more attention to her but then again that was likely only to Sapphire who looked for that kind of thing. The seat next to the girl was as good a place as any to sit. Sapphire walked slowly but deliberately over to the feathered girl and took a seat next to her. Her appearance certainly was an interesting one, she had on a leather collar round her neck and the rest of her clothing was... immodest to say the least, past that however she was pretty if not for her taste in clothing she would have appeared respectable. Sapphire considered that her choice of dressing was saying something that not a lot of people could hear but she reconsidered asking about it. It wasn't really her problem or her business. As Sapphire sat down she removed both of her shotguns from her back. They were arranged in such a way that she couldn't sit down comfortably with them still holstered. Sapphire placed them on the desk in front of her. She glanced sidelong at he desk partner for a moment before saying, "Nice feathers."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro fidgeted in his seat, he was restless and wanted the class to get started. Constantly looking around and moving, he watched as the class quickly filled up. Tail wagging excitedly, he beamed as he recognized a few familiar faces. However, his enthusiasm was cut into slightly when he noticed Sapphire coming into the class. He would have to remember to continue giving her a wide berth, which was sad when you thought about it seeing how she was supposed to be his leader. Sadly, as he continued to scan the room, he didn't see Abel. He must've had a different class for this period. Shiro wasn't all too comfortable with the inevitable separation of him and his team, but he had to remember that this was a school. They weren't always all going to be together. Besides, he was rather used to being alone. Having friends- His line of thought was interrupted as he took notice of a specific person in the room. Sniffing at the air, a low rumbling growl reverberated in his throat and chest as the scent boiled his blood. Pupils narrowing into thin, black slits his vision locked onto a particular avian Faunus sitting hunched over. She seemed to be trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible, but Shiro caught onto her presence rather quickly thanks to Sapphire. He remembered that he was still hungry. For some reason he couldn't explain, his mind was focused on one word. "Prey.." He almost started to bare his fangs. In the bulk of the school, there were far too many students with different scents clashing and mixing with each other that it sometimes proved difficult for Shiro to navigate the school. Thankfully, he had his Scroll to help keep him on track and direct him to where he needed to go and distract him. But here, in the classroom where there were only 30-40 students, scents were easier to detect. Making it easy for Shiro to sort out other Humans from Faunus. Specifically Faunus he didn't quite view as other living creatures, but as food or enemies. Slowly rising from his seat, he had a near uncontrollable urge to lunge across the classroom and sink his fangs into the female avian Faunus. It was at that moment that someone had taken a seat next to him and made a comment on his weapons that he snapped back to reality. Blinking, he shook his head and settled back into his seat. "Woah, what was that? Come on now, Shiro, she's another student. Not...food." Looking at the student who sat next to him, he smiled and- His smile froze as he realized who had spoken to him. From the look and smell of him, the guy was a Lion Faunus. He was sitting next to him now, absolutely wonderful. Trying his best not to let it show, his smiling face soured into a neutral expression. Gritting his fangs, he pressed his lips shut tightly. He didn't quite like Lion Faunus types. He didn't have very many pleasant experiences with Lion Faunus before in the past. Typically, all Lion Faunus were the same to him. Arrogant and overly confident to the point of driving others away with their overbearing personalities. Something about being Kings and Queens of the more arid regions of the world. Whenever he would run into a Lion Faunus, they would typically make some snide remark about his Tiger Faunus lineage. Something about the Kings and Queens of the Jungle versus those of the Desert. Though Shiro may not have had a hateful bone in his body, he still had his prejudices. From no fault of his own, just from prior personal experience. "Th-thank you, your weapons are very.." He glanced at the Lion boy's weapons and couldn't help but think they were rather garish and gaudy. "Interesting too." he finished. Sighing, he sat rigidly in his chair, staring at his desk. This class was going to test him, he knew it. He couldn't wish for the class to start any harder than he was at that moment. Once he could start working on his equipment, he could distract himself and keep from potentially causing issues with the other students in the class. He would have to restrain himself, he thought as he glanced at the...interestingly dressed Avian Faunus. Ears drooping and tail lazily sweeping at the floor behind him, he was hoping to enjoy his time here at Beacon, not raise his blood pressure. Maybe the Lion faunus sitting next to him wasn't like the others. He would have to be sure to make friends with the feathered Faunus girl too, so that he could see her as a comrade and fellow student instead of lunch. He could only hope. If there was one thing Beacon did for him, it was sure good at making Shiro hope. He smirked and chuckled once to himself at the irony of the school's name.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel finished off the rest of his lunch, ignoring the commotion involving Priscilla and Rayna. It didn't involve him, so there wasn't much of a need to get involved. Shortly afterward, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. As he left the table to head to his next class, he took a moment to remember what his next class was, then remembered it was the Armory class. Probably one of the few classes that wouldn't be boring. As he entered the Armory class, he noticed quite a few familiar faces. Shiro, his sparring partner from earlier, and some others from earlier as well. He picked some unoccupied spot in the middle of the class and then made himself comfortable as he waited for the class to begin. He wasn't the type to come on early, but he figured that perhaps this would be one of the more interesting classes. After all, how could an Armory class be boring?</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad still didn't have an appetite, but ate what he could while he could. Leaving Ben and Amy to do the talking, Trad simply gave Sarina a nod as he got up for the bell. "Hold on," Trad quickly tossed his food and caught up to Ben and Sangue. "Grimm studies is my next class as well." It was a quiet walk down the hall. Ben was focused on finding the right room and Sangue was…Well, still being Sangue. Eventually they reached the room and Ben took a seat in the front row. Without a thought Trad followed and sat next to him, but noticed Sangue being hesitant. There were all nervous about this, but she seemed even more so, and sitting in the front row wouldn't really help with that at all. Trad stood up and let her take his seat next to Ben and Trad took the one next to her. He hoped having her in-between teammates and not next to a stranger would help calm her. When she moved almost right next to Ben, Trad couldn't help but wonder if they knew each other better than he thought.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka As Indi stared at Saph intently, waiting to hear her response, the bell rang, destroying any hope of getting a good lunch. A groan of annoyance left his mouth, and he got up to leave the lunch room. Saph took her leave, saying she'd see them after class, not bothering to answer his question. "I'll keep you to that." He said, obviously out of her hearing range. He wanted to confirm his win, even though he was about 90% sure he had already won. He was quite surprised she was even a leader, literally everyone else on the team seemed like a better choice. Maybe Ozpin was just stupid or something, who knows? Indi left the cafeteria alone. His team was gone, and he didn't feel like talking to others right now. He only had two girls on his mind; Cia, and Lana. Maybe a brother or sister, too. That reminded him, he had an idea for a dust sword. Well, whatever, he'd deal with it in class. He'd need to actually learn more than the basics first if he wanted to craft something more complex than the Hatchet-SMG combo he had on him. When he got to the classroom, he took a look around at the students who had gotten there. Ivan was there, Shiro, Geni, someone who's name started with a D, Danny, he thought. Saph was there too, sitting next to an incredibly attractive woman in immensely flattering clothing. His face got red for about the fifteenth time that day, and he gulped. He hadn't seen this girl before, he definitely would have remembered her face. And body, jeez, that body... He was not sitting next to Saph, he could confront her after class. Right now he needed an asshole to get him back in the mood to be better than others. He sat down next to Ivan. "Hey dude, what's up?" He asked, unclipping his weapons from his waistline and placing them on the desk to investigate where to improve.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou No other members of Bastion in this class. Lucky her- Sapphire's speech snapped Amy out of her stupor, the feathers in her hair standing up slightly in surprise. She smoothed them back down quickly, her face turning slightly red as she did. "Th-thanks," she said, quickly regaining her composure. "My name's Amaran-Amy." Her Semblance, always on at a low level and amped up by her nervousness, made her very aware of the tiger Faunus' growling, but she was doing her absolute best to ignore it. She took the twin sleeves of Unchained Fury off and laid them on the desk in front of her, the sudden rush of cold air on her arms making her skin stand up in goosebumps. "Nice hair. Very... Blue."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival - The Survival 'classroom' is an old run down concrete school building on the very edge of campus. Nature has mostly taken over, vines, trees, and various other plants obscuring the two story building. Various animals can also be seen around this building, deer, squirrels, lots of birds, and more. In a room on the second floor, a campfire can be seen during the day and night. Like all rooms, the floor is dirty. The campfire is in the middle of the room, and several large rocks and old logs circle the campfire. In one corner of the room is an impressive array of weapons, knives, shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, all old. A single desk is where it should be, if this was still a functional classroom, a small candle is on top, along with several books and canned foods. A small mattress is in another corner, there is a sleeping bag on top of it. Scattered across the room are small piles of various things, such as pots, pans, an old guitar can be seen leaning against the wall. Most wonder why this is even a classroom, others are unable to find this class for several days. Pavel sat on a large rock on the second floor of his run down concrete building. His campfire spot lay empty, the ring of small stones marking where the fire usually is. Piles of varying wood surround it, tinder, sticks, firewood logs. Today was the first day of class, he was told, he welcomed the young ones. He kept on strumming his guitar, playing a classic amongst his kind. He paused to take a sip out of a bottle containing a clear liquid, then continued playing again. Some students began to arrive, but Pavel just continued to play, only saying, "Take a seat, we will start soon. If you are hungry, have a bite." in his Eastern Slavic accent. He nodded towards a couple unmarked cans of food. Ineko Irandi - Period, 5 Survival Armory was not as expected. There was a lot of drama, needless, Ineko thought to himself, if people had kept their calm. He would have been an advocate towards calming down, but there was too much for him to take in. The chatter of the machines present only grew louder as they spoke about various topics. He tried to listen to the tank, and got some dialogue from her, to which he did. She was a somewhat vulgar tank, but nevertheless, Ineko wanted to talk to her. Although he did have opposition from that sort of thing before, many hunters in training often thought him crazy. The lesson, although cut a little short, taught Ineko a couple of things he didn't know about Dust. Previously, all Ineko knew was that it was volatile, and a fuel, pretty much. Elemental properties were lost on him until today, and he looked forward to future lessons. Less so towards future conflict. Ineko, having previously mapped out the campus, walked right to the concrete building that the Survival class was taking place. He thought it was a pretty strange place to host a classroom. He stepped into the dirty building, it was more like an abandoned building than the classroom he was lead to believe. He climbed up a flight of stairs to follow the sound of guitar, and upon entering, a man, presumably Professor Vorosky, was playing the guitar. "Come, come, sit." Ineko did, albeit a somewhat slowly. This was not what he expected.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies After Grimm Studies ended, Sangue humbly received a second pair of notes Ben took before scurrying off to her Survival class in silence. Her face remained idle, but in truth, she felt a bit of gratitude to her leader. Her silence never changing, the woman arrived at a very... old building. Strange. Perhaps it was because she followed around random people that she arrived in a warehouse of some sort. She then realized that it was actually her class, much to her luck. Various firearms were placed at a corner, and the teacher played a guitar. Due to her inability to use firearms (along with her lack of limbs to use anything other than handguns), she found the entire corner filled with weapons to be uninteresting and proceeded to take a seat at the class. The woman liked the guitar, contrary to her appearance. Sangue Naga slowly let her Apophis Claw increase its length, her hand on the object, before putting it on her lap, fidgeting with the piece of metal. The metal had become a little rusty, but it was still in a usable condition. She hoped to eventually clean it up some time before she starts going on missions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Name: Marcus Goldstein Location: Armoury class => Practice Status: Good Outside of the dramatic reveals, Armoury class was actually rather soothing to Marcus. Just routine maintenance, something to keep his thoughts focused while not being too taxing. Before the hour was gone he had figured out what caused problems with the left tread. It was simple really. Somewhere during their little romp in the woods the remains of a tree stump had lodged itself between the hull and the main drive wheel. However the drive train had so much grunt behind it that it had started to grind down the wood to mulch rather than jam. Once the massive clod of dirt and roots had been pried free with the liberal application of grease and a large crowbar, it ran like clockwork once more. Marcus was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice the bell had rung until the teacher physically tapped him on the shoulder. One profuse apology later, he reversed the Unsubtle out of the classroom and drove towards the firing range. While the tank rode, Marcus was still seated on the engine deck as he hastily bolted the tread guards back on. "Good afternoon." he greeted the rest of class as the Unsubtle settled in place. A couple of more twists of the wrench and that bolt was back in place, just two more to go.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid - Survival Class Armory did not go as well has he'd hoped. One emotional incident and the entire class had been derailed. He hoped this wasn't going to become a regular occurrence. He'd hate to have to lose class time to deal with every student's melodrama. At least he was able to lay out the ground works for a new weapon project he had before the class was dismissed. The teacher had said everyone physically involved in the incident was going to receive a punishment, though Gren wasn't sure if he was one of the guilty. He hadn't done much, but perhaps it was too much anyways. He stayed quiet and simply left the class. If he was to be punished, than they know where to find him. He did hear, before leaving, the professor call out Sapphire for being initially absent. Gren hadn't noticed but than again his team leader had a tendency to wander. Wouldn't do her any good to leave class just because the teacher stepped out however. But she was responsible for herself and surely shouldn't cause any trouble... At least nothing she can't take care of. The next class Gren found himself in was Survival. He had followed the path of overgrowth and the sound of a guitar strumming to find the class in a old building. Only a few others had arrived so far and none form his team. Either they had different classes or he was the first to arrive. The teacher, the one playing the guitar, invited the students to sit and eat. Gren wasn't hungry however but he did take a spot near the fire. Gren had to take The God Eater off his back and set it down in Gren's lap. He gazed into the fire momentarily, thinking about the past. "Fire... My old friend..."</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's eyebrows knitted when he noticed Ivan walk into the gym and found a place to do his own stretch's. At that moment Geni felt a rush of emotions, rage, pity, remorse, disappointment. It was like this guy catered his schedule just to always end up with Geni. You no that's not true. Geni thought to himself. Geni sighed and raked his hands through his hair, this class had gotten unbearable all of a sudden. Geni eyes flicked over to the entrance when 2 men walked into the gym. He stood up and walked down the bleachers, doing his best to stuff his drawing in his pocket as he jumped down each stair. He assumed that he was they were the teachers, so it was beast he got down were they could see him. Geni placed his hands in his pocket and leaned back on his heels as the man talked. he could not help but chuckle when the man asked them to let him know if they had any aliments. He could just imagine someone collapsing in the middle of a game. Geni groaned when he heard that they would be doing a few laps. He had no problem running, he loved it, but only when he wanted to, and he did not want right know. Geni sighed as he followed the teacher outside the gym onto the track. The sudden burst of bright light made his eyes water, he immediately wiped it away not wanting anyone to think otherwise. "2 miles" the couch mused. Geni felt a twinge of annoyance, that was a lot of running. Geni simply growled under his breath, and took of running down the track. He was not sprinting, but he was running fast enough to be ahead of the other students. He made sure that he applied what he had learned about running, he concentrated on softening the sound of his foot when it hit the ground. Shortening the amount of time that his foot was in contact with the ground, and making sure that his upper and lower body were always in sync. He took light breaths through his nose as he ran. Easy run, its only about...8 laps. He sighed as he ran and pushed ahead.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amaranth, PE "Hey, our business relationship was terminated." Amy winked at Diamond almost imperceptibly. "I never expected to see you here, though. Diamond Frost as a huntress... Never thought-" And then she was interrupted by Agesander. She turned her attention to him, breath catching when she realized that both Ivan and Geni were in this class. Hopefully they wouldn't get into it again. Two miles, Agesander said. She could handle that amount of exertion, but... Amy definitely wasn't a fan of starting out with running. Still, she supposed it could be worse. It was a beautiful day outside, the campus was exquisite. Amy was not near as conscious of how she was running as Geni was-she had learned her running methods through a little too much experience-but she was still proficient at it.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</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> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate When Gren spoke, Abel listened. At least, he tried. The revelations that were coming to light were still bouncing around in the guardian's mind, making an attention-grabbing clamor. It would have been far easier to shut the outside world out for a little while to work over how he felt about the things that his teammates had shared with him, but as that would have been imprudent and discourteous, Abel did his best to listen. Sapphire, eh? As much as he disliked her right now, Abel would definitely be willing to give her another chance to redeem herself in her team's eyes. The problem lay in the question: would she? Did the haughty and condescending Miss Rode think it would be remotely worth her time to 'be shown' their 'quirks'? 'Befriending' didn't seem like it might lie within the realm of cold professionalism that Sapphire seemed to crave. Still, Abel would try. He was by nature something of a bitter man, to use Gren's words, but that didn't mean that he shouldn't try to improve. Plus, moral high ground was something that Abel always coveted. At least the mention of Swansong's solidarity in comparison to other teams resonated with Abel. He had noticed it too: the way people seemingly ceased to exist. Some, he knew, like team Jormungandr acted as transfers to other schools, just like Vignoble was to Beacon. Of course, it seemed odd that freshmen would be picked as transfers, but he'd heard of some Honors programs that did something along those lines. Still, the majority of the disappearances were unexplained, and they worried Abel deeply. What if something was out there, after all? It was a vindicating, if terrifying, thought. At least new people always seemed to appear. There is a little light of hope. Might as well do my best to keep it alight." The guardian lent his hand to the pact that Gren offered. It was crazy, but no matter. "Okay then. A robot, a psycho, and a cynical meathead. I guess we have what it takes to stick it out. Together it is then; nothing sucks more than being alone." Soon after, the three scuttled down to Math to wrap up the class. It wasn't long before Professor Fullbuster, still a little flustered from earlier, requested the students' work and assigned some homework to do that evening. Only a moment later came the bell, and Math class was history; History lay just ahead. -=-=- move to history class, a standard lecture hall, with the mercurial Professor Oobleck presiding Senior Class – Aura Control Compared to most of the classrooms within Beacon, not counting Vorosky's partially-destroyed hovel of a Survival room, Aura Control was a strange one. Crammed onto one corner were all the desks, including the teacher's, and the rest of the space closely resembled a bizarre gym. There were climbing walls, several flat areas at different elevations suspended by chains from the ceiling, a pool beneath steel ropes, balance beams, and monkey bars, a couple of sandbags on adjustable chains, and even a pit of spikes. Whether excitement or fear, the place certainly elicited strong emotion. In charge of Aura Control today were Ms. Rowan Iderson and Ms. Ether Vanhomrigh. Iderson was the first to address the present seniors. "Welcome to your first period of Aura Control! You might be asking yourself, is this Practice all over again? I know all about my aura, already! WRONG!" She bellowed. By now, having had her as a teacher for some class or another in previous years, most of the students were used to her general loudness and gruffness. That didn't mean that the force of her shouts didn't cause hair, scarves, and other such to get blown around, though. "Aura, obviously, looks like this." A glow appeared around her, deep brown in color. Just as quickly, it blinked out. "But that's not all aura can do. And I'm not talking about protection and healing. Some of you probably know this already, having discovered strange quirks about your aura in this fight or another, but until now you've been in the dark about it. Aura is not just a protective barrier, or a source from which semblance draws. It is a manifestation of your soul, and due to that, is COMPLETELY UNIQUE. Watch!" Iderson began to breath, deeply and rhythmically. Then, without interrupting her breathing, she struck the floor. A slight but visible wave of force, tinted the same color as Iderson's aura, spread into the ground. There was a sound from the corner of the room, and on the instructor's desk, a stress ball suddenly shot into the air, propelled a blast of brownish force, which looked oddly like dust. With very little ceremony, Iderson plucked a hair from her head, and breathed deeply once again. Suddenly, the hair stood totally rigid, and with adept precision she flung the hair at the ball, piercing it and spearing it into the ceiling. She smiled then. "Aura, ki, chakra, by whatever name it is a malleable force. That force can be controlled completely by a well-trained individual. What right now is a protective barrier around you can be moved freely. This is totally different from a semblance, and we will not be using those in this class. You may have noticed that my projected aura looked and sounded a little like soil. The reason is simple: when not used as a barrier, aura takes on a few characteristics unique to the individual. Those are tailored by your unconscious imagination. Your aura might take on the burning aspect of fire or electricity, or manifest in waves of cold. Condensing and releasing your aura to attack may make it seem like a gunshot is coming from your palm, or a blade shooting from your fingers. It's all very interesting, but today, the exercise is simple." "Aura can be used to attract or repel. Today we'll be working with the repelling aspect. I want you to split off into partners and attempt to do what I'm about to tell you. Focus your breathing and your mind, and condense your entire aura into a single point, smaller than a pencil's eraser. Find a position that suits you, and try and block your partner's attack with it. If you do it right, and aim it right, your partner will burst the condensed aura, momentarily absorbing some incompatible aura, causing them to stagger for a second or two, during which time you can move freely. One more time: condense, protect, stagger. This technique is called the Pinpoint Counter, and it's easy to learn but very tough to use in actual combat. Just try it. The 'burst' will also help establish your flavor of aura." She then demonstrated, with her aide Esther swinging at her with a hidden baton. Iderson held her hand in front of her face, palm in, and her aura focused into a point just in front of her middle knuckle. When the pinpoint of aura was broken, a shower of dust vomited forth along with an accompanying pwash sound, surrounding Ether as she reeled back helplessly. Midnight Squad – two hours later The four members of Midnight Squad, having by now fully recovered from their various injuries, were unexpected faced with a chiming noise from the walkie-talkies they'd been issued. The by now familiar yet still intriguing voice issued from them. "Reception confirmed. Alright, Midnight, your next task is in. Researcher Duchess has discovered that the grand-daughter of Vale's mayor will be vulnerable. And yes, we mean the mayor of the city Vale, not the ruler of the kingdom Vale, for which this city is the capitol. In forty-eight minutes the grand-daughter is visiting the Vale Hospital with her class to listen to a speech. Your assignment is this. All of you must reach the hospital before then. Two of you will find the office of the on-staff police, take down the officers non-lethally and in a stealth manner, and disguise yourselves in their uniforms. Both are male, so this is not an option for you, Violet. While the speech is in progress, one of you -we will provide a mask- will make a violent disturbance, destroying some things but not killing anyone. The 'police' will rush in and help the grand-daughter to 'safety', by which we mean a room on the first floor in which our operative Archon will be waiting. He will chloroform her and perform a quick operation. Afterward, she will be returned to her bus by Archon, posing as a friendly doctor. The last person must go elsewhere. In the VPD station is another operative of ours. His official designation is 'Baron' but most people call him 'Crimson'--Crimson Volk. He was arrested for trespassing right after a major operation, so he's not compromised or even heavily guarded, but the longer he stays the more at risk he'll be of being discovered. Break him out. We'll provide a mask that'll identify you as a member of a local gang, framing them for the breakout. If you see that you will require assistance, call your teammates. Everything we've mentioned giving to you is an a blue cardboard box by the warehouse door. We expect complete success from all of you. Pharaoh out."</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- History Class Cobalt put down his hand as the bell rang and he got out of his chair. He pushed it in, gathered up his stuff quickly, and left the room. He looked at Oswald before he left the room and motioned for Oswald to follow him. They had a few things to discuss regarding the team and where he stood within it.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy nodded, the throbbing in her head finally receding, granting her enough control over her semblance to force it back down to its absolute minimum level. She pulled the headphones off of her head, muttering a pained "thank you", standing slowly, waiting for her feathers to go back down of their own accord-at the level of fluster she was, they'd likely just spring back up again if she smoothed them. "C-can we get someplace else or find something that'll actually block sound? I don't know what a migraine feels like but that was damn close..." She winced again, closing her eyes tightly. "Silence would be really, really nice right about now."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. 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 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> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks As distracted by the antics of a merry ferret as his way, Abel perked up immediately when he became aware of the telltale signs of combat. Forgetting about Scoot, he stood up and turned around to look, and witnessed some guy bleeding on the edge of Sapphire's blade. For a few moments he stood taken aback; what was his buffoon of a leader doing now!? Nevertheless, with the sight of wielded weapons and a person in peril, his protective instincts fired. Out of habit he reached for the Ampere, only to discover rather quickly that he'd left it in his locker after Survival class, as any reasonable student would do. Why did so many students, including Ebon, Sapphire, Gren, and who knew how many people, have their weapons with them on what was supposed to be a party? Abel groaned and rifled through his pockets, trying to find anything of use. To his good fortune, he discovered his leftover water grenade—not that, now that he thought about it, he really needed a weapon. With surprising frequency, the guardian would forget that he must be the second-biggest and second-strongest guy around. Pushing aside that revelation, he produced the water grenade and started toward Ebon as the fight erupted. On the way, he heard the pleas of Sepia and Delta's Eve to stop the fighting, but whatever the feud that existed between Abel's teammate and KESS's lone gentleman, he suspected that no polite request or application of logic would pierce either of their thick skulls. Instead, Abel planned to walk up, drench Ebon in water, and find out how much voltage it took to knock a college man out. Before he could enact his electrifying plan, however, Abel found the first-largest and first-strongest guy around already beginning to mediate. The guardian eased up slightly, though he didn't put away his water grenade. In all fairness, Gren had the first right to discipline squabbling nutcases, it being his event after all. He watched the R-Types getting demolished before plodding over to Sapphire and laying a hand on her shoulder to try and calm her down. Funnily enough, he did so with next to no concern or sympathy for the troubled girl herself, and actually suspected she'd turn a knife or shotgun on him instead. Whatever. If his leader attempted to take out her anger on him, she'd receive a weighty zap too. Abel knew Sapphire could move fast, but he doubted she could outspeed the flow of electricity. What a ball-ache.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou "But going to Vale means I have to get up and get dresssssed," a muffled voice came from Amy's bed, spiky red hair and feathers sticking up from between Amy's pillows. The covers moved, Amy pulling them up around her head and pulling the pillow down under the blanket. A pillow fell from the bed, two instants before a rapidly outstretched arm could catch it. A muffled sigh and Amy slammed her head into the mattress, then winced, the same arm reaching out for the bottle of Ibuprofen on the bedside and shaking it. Silence. A pause. Amy sat straight up, spikes of hair falling around her face. "Change of plans. We're going to Vale. Throw me whatever clothes aren't dirty," she added, forgetting for the moment that the only clean clothes she had were nicely sealed in an unopened box from school distribution on her table.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Are you willing to overlook some dead bodies?" Figuring that they might end up killing or finding murdered people, Ebon wanted to make sure he and his team wouldn't get a bad rap if they ended up killing out of self-defense. Not that he was looking to hurt anyone, but he wasn't going to hold back either. If recent experiences taught him anything, not bringing out the big guns is the road to failure. Ebon also took a bottle of water and drained it fast, throwing it away in the nearest trash can. "And how much collateral do we have? I don't want to get blamed for someone else's mess after all." He then grabbed a doughnut and ate it in three bites.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Gratia utterance of that sentence and the immediate unnerving solitude of the room made her spine jump up. Bianca, her close friend who was dear to her, kidnapped by who, she did not know. But Vega knew that it was up to her team to rescue her before a grim fate befalls her. A silent wait was required; Vega knew that though she started to become restless from the thoughts of the possibility of the fate of Bianca but was optimistic that nothing would happen to her. With Mr. Jokester, otter girl, and Ms. Irritable, who were all angered as much as her by the kidnapping of Bianca, nothing would stand in their way. With a pause, "All I can say is that, we must begin our preparations for this" she uttered seriously. After that Vega grabbed her scroll out and sent a message. >Sender: Vega Venetia >Receiver: Sarina Tala Dei >Body: Bianca Nuit, has been kidnapped. VGNB is going to prepare for this. She tapped send on her scroll; Sarina had to know this to. -- Sarina Tala Dei - Team JESS – The Arena Sarina took out her scroll to see Vega message, she was shocked and with her sister here, it would be a bad moment if Estelle found out just before their mission. Indeed, Sarina hoped Bianca would fare well and be rescued by VGNB; she did consider them well above the other freshman teams of Beacon. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: Vega Venetia >Body: I see…be careful and I wish you good luck on your mission to save her. ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌ …Leaving her signature Kaomoji in her message turned to Estelle. Another last minute mission eh. "Hold on, I need to get some provisions from my room. I will meet you and the others at the helipad soon." With that, Sarina dashed off illuminatingly to her dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "No, Never a mission from Beacon, but I wouldn't say I'm a complete rookie." Then again, Grane had never really fought Grimm, so it would be interesting to see how he would fare against these creatures. At least their mission seemed straightforward enough, evict some grimm out of a fort and make sure their buddies don't bust back in. Nothing too strenuous for his first real engagement with the Grimm. Robert was trying to offer some sort of emotional support, though knowing Robert he was probably trying to mask about how much of a pussy he was. Yes, Grane was probably being extremely harsh and perhaps even a bit assholey, but this kid was going to lead him into combat. A lack of clarity would probably lead to the deaths of the entire team. Also, remembering that incident in class just made him cringe. It was like a small kitten in a den of lions. But who knows? Maybe combat would change the man. Hopefully before they all got killed. On another note, their newest team member seemed pretty chill. At least better than Robert as far as he could tell, but that wasn't much of an achievement. But enough thinking about his teammates, Grane wanted to reach the fort ASAP. The faster it was taken, the faster the reinforcements could reach them. "Robert, We gonna move out? I'd rather get this mission over with as quickly as possible."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Go ahead, Negasi. You're gonna explode if I don't let you." Ben rolled his eyes, stifling a yawn while he tucked his Scroll into a pocket. They were running slightly behind, but he needed to be alert. He'd set the coffee maker the night before, getting his fuel was as simple as pouring it into a travel mug and starting towards the door. Bastille's leader looked like he was barely awake. And if he was honest... He wasn't quite there yet. But he was awake enough to run through his mental checklist of everything he needed, put in a good word with the big man upstairs, and step out the door. Half his coffee vanished in a few quick swallows on the way. He needed to be at the top of his game, and that meant awake, alert, and energized. Give or take twenty minutes, and he'd be all three. It was mission day, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate - On the way Huffing and puffing, the guardian thundered like an asthmatic ox down the hallway, struggling to fasten his armor on as he did so. Anyone unfortunate enough to be in his path pressed against the wall to avoid both him and the floating polearm that followed him, and received a brusque apology as Abel sprinted past. Of all the days to have previously left the Ampere in the Survival classroom, it had to be mission day. Abel, rounding the final corner toward the pavilion, pulled taut the last strap before he snatched his weapon out of the air. Only a few moments later, he stood, winded and tousle-haired but sufficiently ready to kick some ass, among his teammates. After his attempt at saying 'hello' result in little more than a haggard "huugh", he resigned himself to standing with the Ampere's butt planted in the ground and trying not to look like an idiot. Sapphire, Shiro, and Gren appeared normal, or as normal was for them, so he busied himself with reading the mission statement on the screen before them. While he found himself slightly distracted by the aroma of his allies' tea, he did not assume that there was enough for him, and so paid it no mind. A few seconds later, he found himself able to speak. "G'morning. Sorry 'bout the wait, got really unlucky. Um. Looks like your rebreathies are gonna come in handy, Gren. Don't really know anything about Sirens though. Are they aquatic? Pretty landlocked back home." He turned around, his gaze questioning, but discovered that everyone else seemed fit to depart. Feeling more than a little awkward to be centering the attention on himself with time a-wasting, he gestured dismissively at the screen. "Uh, whatever. Price I pay for bein' late, you can tell me on the ride over or something. I'm ready. You ready? Let's go." Brewing Storm "Alright. You know what to do: find a way inside, find out what the hell happened, and find every single person you can. Oh, and chemical drums, if you care about money. We'll be watching from above; if you hit a snag, radio either IFRA or I for help. We'll have the birds-eye view, and tell you whatever we can. God forbid, but in case something goes really badly, both Mr. Orpheus and Mr. Lloyd have been issued a flare gun. The ship will fire on wherever the flare goes, inside or out." Goodwitch crossed her arms and began to rise, along with the rest of the ship, into the air. Wind whipped her hair and cloak, but her last words came clearly and authoritatively, as if she could command fate to favor teams Bastille and Jumpercable. "Good luck." For a place determined by sweeping scans to be crawling with Grimm, Outlands Distillery looked rather quiet, albeit very ominous. Teams BASL and JPCL, dropped off on a hill in front of the facility, could see clearly the large, oddly-shaped structure, as if the building itself were deformed. All sorts of pipes, tanks, and other pieces of equipment lined its exterior, and behind the Distillery lay the sprawling swamp, choked by giant, twisted trees, stagnant water, and rolling fog. Though this mission lay on the cusp between summer warmth and autumn breezes, the air felt both cool and thick. Each hunter-in-training, on the descent to the facility, would doubtlessly step over gnarled roots, stinking puddles, deposits of mud, and an impressive variety of insects, amphibians, and reptiles. Just before the Distillery this terrain gave way to a large, paved lot, scattered over which were a few machines, storage boxes, tanks, and other such. Only one of the trucks showed any real damage: its hood had been torn off, exposing the engine, car battery, and various cables. When they got to the main door, however, they would find it sealed shut. Beside it on the left stood the towering freight door, a giant, industrial version of a garage door, which appeared closed also. Fortunately, a terminal lay between the two apertures, though powered down. Anyone with electrical savvy might be able to tell that the entire Distillery's power grid was offline, but an external source of power would be enough to activate the terminal and unseal the locks. A less tech-savvy individual, uneasy and looking around, might spot a small, dark shape disappearing around a corner as the teams approached. Defend a Caravan The airship ferrying team JESS flew with speed and silence, which as the trip went on developed a decidedly discomforting vibe. More and more, the seniors of Beacon assigned to this task would begin to suspect that their mission had, probably recently, become that much more urgent. In short notice, the ship left the verdant kingdom of Vale behind, shooting like a lonely comet of liveliness over barren steppes and wasted scrublands. Below, the occasional group of Grimm could be seen, but one got the impression that many more lurked beyond where the fleeting eye could discern. At last, forty minutes later, the airship's velocity began to diminish. The two individuals in the sealed cockpit, who so far maintained an enigmatic nonpresence as far as the hunters they'd hired were concerned, finally connected to JESS via intercom. A female voice came to them with a shockingly intense tone, demanding attention and immediate compliance, "Hunter team, prepare for action immediately. The caravan is under attack this very instant. I'm not an expert on Grimm, but I can see a huge scorpion, a couple of dinosaurs with sails, and a bunch of bulls. They've stopped the vehicle and are destroying it. Your best bet is to remove whatever is preventing the vehicle from moving and get it going. Deploy now!" The airship swooped down, and from its opened ramp leaped the members of JESS. Only a short fall lay between them and the vehicle, and as they dropped, the situation became obvious. The caravan vehicle, though huge and heavily armored, was under immense attack. Slowly but surly, the Sitting Bulls, the Tutankhamuns, and the Death Stalker were ripping through its armor. One of the Tutankhamuns stood on top of the vehicle's hulk, weighing it down as it rammed its head into the reinforced glass of the driver's terminal. At the back, the Death Stalker had a hold of the rear tires, and with its stinger lodged in one of the exhaust vents, the vehicle couldn't work up enough traction or power to get going.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra Dawn - Police Headquarters Skyra leaning on the wall chewing on some protein bar or something similar shrugged. "I want to do it a bit more stealthily than last time... I can't be bothered to fight another of those gang members today. Only if really needed." Bored she scratched her ears. "That way we avoid unnecessary bloodshed without actually having to try to avoid it." She opened a map of their allocated route and scanned the weather report as well. "Conditions seem good for stealth today. Let me scout out things before you guys rush into action..."</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou And the first obstacle presented itself. Sealed, ominous looking doors for a sealed, ominous looking factory. Joy. "This is your guys' game. I'm crap with tech. Warn me if you're going to be loud, though." Amy's eyes turned to the surrounding environment, her semblance tuning up as she tried to listen for any activity in the factory or spot any motion. Sure enough, something in the corner of her eye--a small dark shape--she focused on it, semblance whirring up a few more metaphorical gears as she tried to discern what it was, before it vanished around the alley and out of her line of sight.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd It was damned hard to actually be irritated with Lauren. It always was. A lot of it was just how she was. She was so cheerful, energetic, and damned friendly that actually being mad at her just seemed like kicking a puppy. Not that she made it easy to live with her. Between the innuendos, the borderline harassment, the actual harassment, and that same boundless energy living with Lorena Negasi was a full time job on top of all his other full time jobs. If there was any moment that all of this was going to add up to a perfect storm, it would be when Bastille's leader was exhausted from an S-Rank mission, fighting a Manticore, burning through his usual Aura supply almost three times over, and in dire need of a nap. Despite all this, he couldn't actually be irritated. Her excitement was contagious, and Ben was already pumped. As tired as he was, he had never felt better. Bastille, the team Goodwitch hadn't wanted to let into the academy, the team of misfits, had completed an S-Rank mission their first time out. They'd rescued a refinery's staff. They'd killed a Manticore. And they'd come out of it a few thousand lien richer. Each. If anyone had doubted BASL belonged, out loud or otherwise, they could eat their goddamn words. Which was why, despite all the grumbling he made a show of, he was happy to go out. There was a lot to celebrate. The huntsman-in-training chased an ibuprofen with a mouthful of cold coffee, one to chase away the ache of over-worked muscles the other to fight off Morpheus, and peeled off his shirt. The grimy black shirt was balled up and tossed into the hamper, then he focused on ditching his greaves and boots. Both were kicked under the bed while Ben pulled a navy blue shirt out of the bureau and pulled it over his head. He slipped into his sneakers without really looking, instead taking a moment to glance at a mirror and ruffle his hair until the mess looked at least a little intentional. Then he grabbed his wallet (not empty!), slipped it into his back pocket, and made for the door. "We'll be back in a few hours," Ben called over his shoulder, pausing long enough to look over his shoulder and give the two girls staying behind a wave. "If Lauren gets me killed, Sangue gets my share of the profits." Then he was out the door, heading for the courtyard. The evening air was a nice, crisp change from the stale stink of the refinery and he took a few deep breaths once he reached the foot of the statue out front. The Cap rolled his shoulders, letting a grin break out on his face while he waited. It had been a pretty good day.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Sapphire knew that she was hurting him with her words, she could see the pain in his eyes. A deep pain that Sapphire knew had to have a story behind it. A lost friend, a lost family member, some great suffering that forced Oswald to push himself to the limit in an effort to forget and ensure that it never happened again. Sapphire felt terribly cruel for even touching on the subject. She knew if anyone where to get even close to her own concealed pain she would shut down completely, all emotions blocked except for a cold disdain. Unlike her though Oswald didn't have the option to simply get away from the one bringing his suffering to the forefront of his mind. He was too injured to leave which left him trapped between her words and his own memories. Oswald was far worse off than Sapphire though their situations didn't at first appear much different. Sapphire had learned to harness her pain. To use it to fuel her actions, to master and control it in most situations, very rarely did she ever let it master her. Sometimes when it became too much to bear Sapphire like Oswald had to vent. The difference was she'd found a way to do so without harming herself, eventually anyways. Her thoughts strayed back to the fiddle case shoved under her bed. The one she hadn't touched since her first day at Beacon except for music class. When she left here she would retrieve it. There was a lot of accumulated frustration from the last two weeks that the instrument would help her to deal with. "You find another way." She said mutely. "Think of why you're here, who you're here for. Would they want to keep going down this path?" Every time Sapphire was close to where Oswald was now she thought of the look on little Demetra's face. Sadness and disappointment, but worst of all was resignation, as though Demetra had given up on her, like she knew nothing could be done for her elder sister. "You might try finding a hobby outside of hunting." A small half smile formed on Sapphire's face. "Music always helped me." Sapphire's scroll took this moment to beep again this time with a glaring alarm sound. At the same time though Oswald's also pinged. Which wasn't surprising, the alarm was Sapphire's tone for messages from the Beacon staff. It was likely a school update. Thinking that perhaps there was a weekend event coming up Sapphire checked her scroll. Most of it seemed rather normal, buffet, team building challenges but at the end was something that Sapphire hadn't expected. Not this early in the school year anyways. A family visitation day. Sapphire's mind jumped immediately to a particular family member that she was not keen on seeing again but she quickly shut that down instead focusing on those that she hoped would visit. It would be nice to see Demetra again. Though Sapphire worried how such a bustling area like Beacon might effect her. She was only ten and didn't yet have full control over her semblance. Too many people in close proximity might be more then she could handle. Then again if Demetra decided she was coming she would show up Monday regardless of what anyone said. If she she did come that meant that their grandparents on Sapphire's mother's side as Demetra's guardians would also be making an appearance. Sapphire had mixed feelings about that. They were nice people who clearly cared a lot for their daughter's children but Sapphire never had the sense that they ever really understood any of the Rode sisters. Though how could they, they were in the dark about a large portion of Demetra, Sapphire and Cecily's lives. Cecily. Sapphire had conflicting emotions about her older sister. Love, hate, regret, grief. It was always hard for the two to put the events of the past behind them. Sapphire's father Janus Rode remained in the shadows of her mind as she refused to think what would happen if he were to show up at Beacon. All this went through her mind in a second but having no inclination to discuss it with Oswald Sapphire voiced a new topic of conversation. "Do you still have family in your home village Oswald?"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Oswald was starting to calm down at this point. Not by much, but he could feel the tension slowly leaving his body. Letting it out was so cathartic, but it always left him feeling as though it was the day it had all gone to hell-or worse, the day he had realized he was the last one left. That the others weren't coming back. You can't give up. Whatever it takes. Even if that means making yourself look like a damned fool. It hardly mattered, but if it made the hard days a little less painful, he could give it a shot. "Music...yeah, I remember. Last week, when we went into Vale. I'm, uh...I'm sorry that I brought Diamond and Emerald along. Probably not my best move..." It had been so painfully awkward once he'd realized the invitation was meant to be private- date or not. And then their Scrolls rang. Oswald carefully stretched his arm out, bringing the communications device to his body in order to read the message he'd received. Family day, huh...and an obstacle course. And free food. Oh, a wrestling tournament, too?! Wow, it's like Ozpin specifically chose this all just to rub this in my face! He wanted to crush the Scroll in his hand right then and there. He might have been able to, though it would hurt like an absolute bastard. Despite his best efforts to control it, the anger started worming its way through his body yet again, along with an even more unwelcome guest-self pity. This was pathetic. Getting angry at everybody else's ability to have fun. If somebody's family couldn't make it, the rest were at least healthy enough to walk under their own power. Emerald and Cobalt might still be recovering, but once they were past the imminent threat to their lives, they would just have to wait for their wounds to heal. Oswald would be stuck in a chair for a while. It hadn't helped that part of one of his floating ribs had wound up inside his lung. The emergency surgery had been relatively quick, but a punctured lung was still a punctured lung. But Sapphire had asked him a question, about this very thing that was threatening to send him over the edge now. "My family? Yeah, they're still around." Immediately after speaking, Oswald's shoulders sank and he looked away from Sapphire, ashamed. His voice was much sharper, much more angry than he'd meant it to be. "Sorry, I'm just...I'm just bummed over this whole thing," he said, gesturing to his Scroll. "I doubt I'll be able to enjoy any of it." "There's just the three of us, though. My parents and me. Mom got sick when she was pregnant with me, so they never tried for another kid. Probably would've been too much stress for her body, apparently." It was a rather transparent distraction, but Oswald didn't mind. His family was one of those things that didn't drive him further into his shell, at least. "They're pretty great, actually. Weren't too happy that I chose to join the militia, especially not when they first sent us outside the walls, but after the first few times I came back in one piece, they learned to put their worry aside, I guess." A small smile managed to cross Oswald's face before he sighed peacefully. "I miss them, even though it's only been about a month and a half since I saw them."</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy paused, shirt halfway pulled over her head, changing into something more comfortable--in the middle of replacing the relatively skimpy top she'd been wearing with a t-shirt, her cutoffs already exchanged for some athletic shorts. As far as dinner went, she was far more concerned with just unwinding in general, and she had faith in the boxer's ability to pick at least something good: after all, she'd brought the stripper a sandwich in class earlier that week and had taken care of her when the headache got too bad. Nah, she was more worried about their esteemed leader. As a matter of courtesy she'd initially tried to change and bathe when he wasn't in the dorm, but Lauren had no such restrictions, and her gleeful flaunting of any rules of privacy combined with Amy's general level of not caring about who saw her in what condition had removed that restriction fairly soon after the brawler had been assigned to their team... And generally, any time Lauren hauled him off it wouldn't end well for the slacker. But Sangue, on the other hand... She'd been a team member from the beginning, and in all that time Amy had hardly spoken to the quiet girl. Certainly not to the extent Lauren had, and you'd have to be as obtuse as one of Professor Fullbuster's angles to not see the affection between those two. She smoothed her feathers down as she tossed her top into the clothes pile and grabbed a light grey shirt, pulling it over her head. It was V cut, the outline of the absent section of shirt highlighted as a large, black V with two equals signs on either side, one leading to "at", the other setting the equality to "d/t". "Sangue," she finally said, turning her head to face the other girl. "You don't need my permission if you want to take a walk. But... I'd like to go with you, if that's alright."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Don't... die... Ben... She wanted to say that, but she doubted Lauren would get Ben killed. Her friends were reliable to believe in, not useless in any way. ... A walk together with Amy sounded nice. It was certainly better than walking alone. Alone was what Sangue had grown accustomed to before she enrolled into Beacon. "Together" was something she still needed time with. She needed time to grow used to it. The concept of walking with her friends without much in mind... Sangue did not need to know much about people to begin liking them. She was grown in the wilderness and fought like the wild would, so pretty much anyone remotely related to society would be more civilized than her. She believed Amy to be a friend just as much as Lauren and Ben, regardless of how much they talked on a daily basis. If anything, Sangue sometimes looked up to Amy for a different kind of confidence that resided in the Faunus. It was different from the confidence Lauren was pumped to the core with. While the Negasi had the ferocity of an unrelenting beast backing up her courage, Amy's confidence resembled that of a more calculative kind. Everyone in BASL was headstrong, they were just headstrong in different ways. Blinking, the red-haired swordswoman stared at Amy for a moment. She then quietly nodded as glanced at the entrance of the dorm. "You can... come," Sangue spoke softly, her voice somewhat raspy. "You... can come with me..." And so, a young snake slithered out of the dorm with her friend. --- A message had arrived in her Scroll, and Sangue stared at the message intently. A day with her family...? She thought about her parents, and who they could have been. Although the thought was initially a scary one, she soon found herself to be pondering on what they could have been. They could be serious parents who wanted her to grow up well. Or they could be surprisingly optimistic parents, considering that they only taught her how to defend herself with the training scribes they left behind. She heard from one of her drinking partners at a local bar that some fathers were kind of perverted and quite interested in women- maybe her own father was like that. Her parents could be anyone. They could be people with personalities she'd never expect from her own bloodline. She could imagine endlessly, just as she had long ago. They could be anything. Anything but dead people. They were not dead- she adamantly believed it so until she found solid evidence of it. So she found herself finding the incoming event on Monday to be quite neutral for her. The physically demanding activities that came with it, however, she was a bit concerned about. For some reason, the image of Lauren laughing maniacally as she participated in literally every event somehow in some way came into her mind. For now, she already had her family in the form of BASL. She loved them. They needed not to love her back, but they did. It felt undeserved for her, but she knew they would say otherwise regardless of what she said. She walked down the halls of the dorms, and then down the academy without a clear direction. "...Amy...?" The redhead closed her eyes for a brief moment and opened them gently. "Are we... a family?" "I think... this team is all I have..." "Bastille... could be all I have... so I... thought about asking that..." There were no underlying intentions under her simple question. She geniunely wanted to know Amy's thoughts. She wanted to know more about how Amy viewed things. Sangue had asked a question as she continued to walk slowly, down to the infirmary's direction. She thought about passing most of the facilities in the academy before finding a quiet place to possibly meditate in. Of course, she would need to tell Amy first if she did eventually find such a place, considering how Amy followed her for a walk rather than a reflection upon herself. Sangue's meditations worked best in the presence of the skies. The chains under her right sleeve of her clothes jingled quietly once in a while as she walked.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Vega lied down on her bed facing the ceiling. The strong kick into stomach which she still felt after her mission against Zephyr made not want to go out, even she could still go out if she wanted to…she was just being lazy. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Eh, maybe not. ＼\| ￣ヘ￣\|／ Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I will stay in this warm bed; under my blankets until I feel like I get out at least until I get hungry. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: How are you feeling after the mission? Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I see, feeling a bit blue huh. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Don't think about it too much. (ﾟ⊿ﾟ) After a few minutes of inactivity on her scroll Vega then messaged someone else. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Gratia >Body: What are you doing right now?</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy had received the email too, walking in silence with the snake while thinking about it. And ordinarily, the idea of those she cared for coming to visit her wouldn't be that bad, after all... The chemical plant had been one of the most depressing Amy'd ever been in for exactly that reason. The living quarters didn't have any indications of families or friends--really, anything beyond the bleck here and now of a chemical refining plant. Sure, there was a family picture here and there, but no one besides the workers seemed to ever actually live here. No misplaced toys, scent of perfume, old movie ticket stubs... Nothing. Though, to be entirely honest... It wasn't the most depressing place she'd been to. That honor went squarely to... She laughed, bending over and holding onto his arm. Her hair was done up, for once, and her lips were crimson instead of their normal soft pink. Simple, black dress, strapless, clung just enough to her lower body to make her waist seem slim, loose enough to leave just enough of her hips to the imagination to make everyone wonder if that was her dress, or if they really were that wide. Silver bracelet on her wrist, necklace around her neck that was short like a choker--but just long enough it slightly fell in her chest. Honestly, she felt like she should have a degree in psychology at this point. The bend over, so he got a good look at her cleavage, laughing like a schoolgirl--only at his better jokes--to seem like she was having an honestly good time--well, not exactly like a schoolgirl, her voice was a little too soft and pitched too low for that, but that lent it an element of authenticity and sensuality, a mature woman enthralled by his charms rather than a hussy he'd picked up on the street. Holding onto his arm for support, subliminally reminding him of her dependence. Little touches, little things that made it look to everyone watching like she wasn't an escort, that she honestly was his girl. Everyone watching... Including him, if she did her job right. Normally, he wouldn't have hired his arm candy. His parents had, or someone else who wanted him to look good. The roles were easier to play if only one person was aware they were acting. To his credit, Arin Glint wasn't exactly the kind of person who normally hired her services. He was good-looking but older, his neatly trimmed hair flecked with grey, a pair of reading glasses on the platinum plated chain around his neck. That chain was the only marker of the wealth she knew he had--he'd paid up front and in cash without batting an eye and his suits were an expensive but non-gaudy brand, but otherwise he seemed to be a perfectly ordinary upper middle class man. Well, apart from his knowing look at her face whenever she'd lean over him or intentionally bend over. Always her face. The star actor was aware of the stage. Still, he didn't seem to be upset at her manipulation. Rather, he seemed to be amused by it, and he'd certainly enjoyed having her on his arm at the extravagant party they'd just been to--the crimson-haired, feathered, thick Faunus stood out among the trophy wives like a wild rose amongst the petunias. Positively scandalous. If she had to take a guess, he meant every bit of the effect she had. He was obstinately modest but distinguished, sticking out happily in any crowd, deliberately poking finer sensibilities when he could. And... Now they were heading somewhere. Probably to his home, judging by his public display of her. Awful lot of risk to only take her back to a covert location, like a hotel room. *** Sure enough, the taxi let them off in front of a small but well-groomed house with a wrought iron fence, Arin opening the car and house door for her, escorting her inside. She turned, waiting for him to close the door, before she started what was generally the first step of the next section of the job: just embracing him, kissing him gently. Not overdoing it at first. But she was beaten to him. A teenage blonde girl moved past her at near superhuman speed, nearly tackling Arin as he stepped into the house and kissing his cheek. She started talking up a storm immediately. "Food's on the table, I made macaroni, I hope that's alright, it may be a little cold, you took longer than I thought--" she paused as suddenly as she started, following Arin's slight smirk over her shoulder and to Amy. For some unexplicable reason, Amy suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, moreso than any of the times she'd been found in situations far more incriminating than this one. Arin wasn't quite so disabled. "Quina, it should be fine. I hope you set the table for 3?" "No but I can I mean there's enough for everyone but dad who is she?" Arin looked far happier than anyone had any right to be. "Amaranth, dear. My date for the night." Quina--if that's what the girl's name was--blinked twice, then nodded and dashed off again. Arin's smile was as indecipherable as ever, his only readable signal a gesture for Amy to follow his daughter. It was an hour before she and Quina managed to relax enough to actually talk, but once they did... Amy still didn't know why he'd asked her there, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't appreciate it. The ride back to her apartment was like coming down from a high, drifting someplace out of the world she was used to, and... Subsequent dates went the same. Then, after the fourth, she stood on the street outside, almost entirely confident Arin wasn't going to even try to come up to her room. And... he didn't. With a slow, deliberate air, he put his glasses on, pulling a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and handing it to her, a wide smile on his face. "Amy, I've got a proposal. Something of a longer term contract." She looked down, reading quickly, her eyes getting wider as she did. "Why would you give me a recommendation for Beacon?" "Quina's going," he said, shrugging slightly. "I want someone to keep an eye on her. And I do my research. Sleep on it. You have my number." Amy slowly walked up her stairs, looking at the letter, then around her apartment. No pictures. No toys. Too much perfume to cover up smells, too many movie and gala tickets. An unmade king bed, the forgotten glasses and jewelry of at least five different people on the bedstand. Makeup, outfits strewn around. This was the most depressing place she'd ever been in. Amy finally opened her eyes, looking over at the quiet girl next to her, responding in a slow and quiet voice. "I'm not the person to ask about families. I don't like the real one I have and I've probably ruined the one that took me in." She paused for another long silence, listening to the jangle of Sangue's chains and thinking back over the past few weeks with the band of misfits first known as BAST, then BASL, their idiosyncracies never preventing them from getting along or success, Lauren gluing them together, Ben's lazy leadership keeping things in the right direction... Sangue's quiet strength and kindness endearing her to them all. Where did she fit...? "But, Sangue..." she stated, taking a deep breath. "I'd say we are one. At least... What one is supposed to be like."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Dorm She waited until the door closed. Then a little more. Just until they would have been out of earshot. And then… S̴͍̣͈̮͎̰̾̈́̚N͇̫̞̹͔̥͈ͭͮͪ̒ͥA͖̗̮̖̜̔̅͊ͫ̃P̮̞̰̙̭̹̐̈͑̋̃̈͠ͅ Diamond let out a howl of frustration and despair through clenched teeth. Somewhere out there, Esther was probably happy, because her vocal cords definitely took damage as her shadow sunk into her very being just as Diamond turned around and angrily obliterated her nightstand with an arm of glistering obsidian. "SHEISSE!" She flattened herself on the bed. "I can't do this." she said after a while. "Who's going to leave me next? Is mom going to snatch Emerald away if she sees what they did to her? Or are you going to be needed home perhaps, Oswald? What about the new guy we'll be inevitably getting? Should I even bother learning their name? Or do I just assign them numbers, huh?" she vented. "I tried. I tried to get closer to you lot. Gods be my witnesses it's not easy with you, but I tried. And what good does it do me?! It's the same gods damned song, ever since day one! Left to rot alone!" her talons torn the sheets on her bed as she angrily dragged her arm along its length. "Don't you fucking dare leave before graduation, either of you!" Diamond said as she propped herself up on her arms, eyes closed. "I am tired of being abandoned. I've had enough for a lifetime."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am) "If they want to, I will definitely accompany them." There was an undercurrent of another emotion, slight and almost unnoticeable, in her cold, impassioned tone. The stoic Mistralese girl's expression remained unchanged, and her declaration seemed little different to her standard icy fare, but the more perceptive would notice that certain 'more' to her voice. In fact, her boreal demeanour even felt a little brighter, her haughty sense of pride bubbling somewhat to the surface. She bit into the banana, chewing away at its flesh and swallowing. Each and every one of her actions were committed with the same efficient, cool motions, but there was the tiniest of extra vigour in the way she engaged her breakfast. Family Day, it seemed, was something that she was willing to engage in at more than merely a surface level. "And what of yours?" Gratia asked after a few seconds, her banana complete and peel placed down onto her nearly-empty plate.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Although she did not show it well, Sangue felt a bit bubbly after hearing someone compliment her prosthetic. She did give the girl a short "thank you," but the redhead wondered if there was anything else she could say to properly express herself. April then asked where she got it. Well, someone as uneducated as Sangue wouldn't be able to craft something with so much care even if she wanted to. "My fr…" Were Shiro and Gren her friends? She did not know if the thought was mutual, but Sangue believed them to be her friends. She just needed more time to know more about them. Like how she learned about her team steadily. Yes. Steadily. "…M…y friends… made th…is," Sangue spoke, unsure if she expressed it correctly. Dawn asked if she or Cian could show their weapons to them. Wouldn't it be dangerous…? Then again, Sangue herself knew that the way she used her own weapons always risked cutting herself. Before she received her prosthetic, almost every attack had to be calculated to remotely keep up with the trained and talented students of Beacon. Even with her prosthetic, she could still see herself falling behind others if she did not continue to train herself. And the two girls just seemed so excited to see their weapons. Her expression unchanging, she quietly lifted her arm as she closed her eyes. Her nerves called for the Claw installed within her prosthetic to slither out slowly, the chains making clanking noises as the Claw extended itself. "I… don't ha…ve… my blade, but… I… use this… "… "…thing…" Even Sangue herself had no idea what to call the Claw. She decided to call it the Apep Arm in her mind. Before she could do anything else, however, her scroll made her jump. She took it out quietly, only to find that she received a call from none other than Apep. "I… sh…ould be… going…" Sangue whispered as she focused on letting her nerves pull the chains back into the prosthetic. With a small bow, the snake departed from the colorful bunch, hurriedly trying to find a quieter place to receive Apophis' call. He hated loud places. --- >"Apep…" >"I'll be there in a moment." >"…O…kay…" >"You with your team?" >"…N…o…" >"Then where the fuck are you, then?" >"Alone…" >"Well- oh, I'm actually here. No need to meet me at the docks- I've already been at this shithole before." >"Then…?" >"Cafeteria. I'm hungry." >"Okay…" The dial ended abruptly. Staring at her scroll for a moment, the red snake quietly put it away as she wandered off to the cafeteria. On her way, however, she still wondered if Apophis actually knew where the cafeteria was. He never told her that he had been at Beacon before. So… --- "…Is that why you came over to the docks like I told you NOT to?" They ended up meeting at the docks. Apophis raised an eyebrow, an extremely aggravated look frozen on his face. Sangue stared at him, her eyes wider than usual. He didn't have any more scars on him compared to when she last met him. That was a good thing. Lifting her arm(s) slowly, Sangue approached him like a mock-up jiangshi. Much to his annoyance, the red snake quietly gave him a hug. "Okay, I get it. Stop." The ex-manhunter growled in an almost comical way as he pushed Sangue away from him. "You're gonna flatten the fucking bread I brought." "...?" Sangue stared at the transparent bag Apophis waved in front of her face. It had bread, like he said. "Most of it's for me," he muttered as he lowered the bag. "Leftovers are for you. Already heard that you upgraded the shit I made for you, so maybe you could practice eating with that prosthetic of yours." The snake nodded. Before Apophis could solidify their schedule of eating first, however, something crossed her mind. "A…pep…" "What?" "It's... been... a while..." He couldn't disagree with that. "Apep..." "What?" Reaching out for his wrist, her organic hand wrapped around it as she shook it a bit. "…My… friends…" "…" … … … … Sangue tugged at his wrist softly. "…My fr…iends…-" "Sangue." "Apep…" "I understand you like your team. Like, a lot. But maybe we can wait a bit as we both prepare ourselves to meet them at top condition so that nothing could go wrong when I meet them." "…?" Realizing that Sangue didn't get it, Apophis screamed, "BITCH, I'M HUNGRY." Nevertheless, despite calling her a bunch of names, he still followed her. It didn't help that Sangue didn't even know three-fourths of his insults in the first place. --- It turned out her team was not in the dorm. Standing outside of her dorm, she shut it, wondering where her friends were at. "You know where they went?" "…No…" After a moment of silence, they resorted to just wandering down the hall in an attempt to find Sangue's team. Scratching the back of his head, Apophis refused to admit to her that he did kind of want to know what her friends looked like. What are they like? He wondered as he put up a thoughtful look- a rare expression that is usually overshadowed by his common, angry one. Are they emo or grunge? Goody-goody or bitchy-bitch? I don't need a bunch of edgelords infecting Sangue with bullshit. He thought about it for a second. Just minutes before, she clung onto him like he was her dad or something. Imagining someone like Sangue spouting out Jayden Smith tweets while clutching half of her own face with her new prosthetic with a grin… Fuck, that's worse than everything I've done up to this point of my life. Then again, there's probably a reason as to why I'm not rotting in a jail cell yet. Eh. I'll prepare myself for anything. As long as they don't look like they'll turn Sangue into a skank, I think I'm- A voice called out in the hallways. Glancing at the direction of the noise, he shook his head as he turned to keep going down the hall, but he stopped when he noticed Sangue standing still. "L…auren…" "…Say what now- FUCK, STOP PULLING AT MY ARM!" The two began heading to the Armory. @Suku@Crimmy Sinatra@Krayzikk@Kaithas</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Actually, Amy, I am offended too." Lauren put her hands on the hips of her new skinny jeans and glowered at Ben. "Here we are, out of bed and ready to give you company on Family Day, and all you're doing is trying is mansplaining like we don't know how to put on our own clothes in the morning? It's like you want to hide the two of us in the dorm. Like we're a couple of sticky centerfolds you need to hide under the bed before someone catches you with us. I wanted to look presentable today for you and Sangue! Long sleeves, long jeans, no navel showing! I was feeling classy! They're the most modest clothes I own - even if they are yours!" She crossed her arms over the unbuttoned collar of Ben's henley, and her frown only grew more pronounced. "But I guess all that hard work's still not good enough for Cardinal Ben, Desire. I guess it's back to the convent with us. We shouldn't keep the death march to menopause waiting. And after all this time I spent picking the locks on our chast--" "L…auren…" Lauren whirled at the soft, airy tone of voice. It wouldn't have been detectable to most ears, but Lauren had spent the past week tuning her senses to pick it up as clearly as others heard her. Her look of mock aggravation spread into a wide smile. "Sangue!" She stuck one hand in her pocket and waved the other at her beloved snake-sister cheerfully. "Come on over, baby girl! Am and I were just telling Cap how excited we all are to have the day off together!"</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou To her credit, Amy managed to maintain an expression of genuine consternation while Lauren went off on their captain for his perceived slight against the two of them. Her hands were on the hips of her borrowed sweats in imitation of Lauren's pose, her arms crossing almost precisely when Lauren's did, maintaining an image of solidarity with her teammate against the man. Singular. Because there was only one on this team. Ha. Still, she didn't let one iota of her amusement show on her face. There was some significance to "get thee to a nunnery", but for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was. Damn, should have taken English. ... ...I don't think he realizes how much effort I'm putting into this, she thought as she let her Semblance dial back down, her reaction time slowing again. She'd not trained herself as much as Lauren had to hear Sangue, but she supposed it was somewhat reflex at this point--and her Semblance certainly helped. She smiled at the snake as Lauren greeted her. "Morning, Sangue."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz, Breakfast Club ... I've made a terrible mistake, haven't I? That was what I had been thinking then. Of course, given that I had just engineered a situation in which an aura-eating berserker would be involved with combat in the slightest, it'd have been hard to come to any other real conclusion. She was already a hard enough taskmaster when it came to intellectual pursuits, but now that combat was in the mix... I wasn't too optimistic that these would remain simple, casual rounds of drilling or advisory. "Yeah, I'm sure you will and then some..." More like rounds upon rounds of adversary. "I guess I'll dig around for one, then..." I lamented, hoping to not too openly show fear in front of her. "I can certainly ask Bianca for help with using the pointy, spear-y end of it, so that's a place to start." And here I had just gotten used to not treating her as a wild animal, too. Forget making progress, I felt like I had actually regressed here! I can't become a friend to someone who scares me half the time! Honestly. Demanding teachers was one thing. In fact, I was very much experienced with them. It was why I was fine with having her lecture me through integrations without as much as a flinch, for instance. But that same Gratia, being as demonstrably vicious as she was in a fight... Would she be able to tone it back enough for me to learn? "......." This wasn't actually my first time asking this question, was it? No, no it definitely wasn't. I asked the same thing at least once before. Six months ago, in fact. I asked it about April, when I first realized I would have to train with and under her at the Summit of Fists. How did that turn out, again? Well... --- "Hey Dawn?" "Hai?" "Make sure you have your strings ready whenever we see nii-chan." The youngest Schwarz cocked her pretty little head in a manner not dissimilar to an inquisitive dog. "What for?" "Feel like I need to punch him for some reason." "Ah." She straightened back up with a smile. "Sure thing!" "Thanks, sis." --- "I'll be sure to mind my P's and Q's when that time comes, then." I'm not gonna die. Maybe get beat up, but not die or even get sent to the hospital. I'm a champion at getting beaten up and coming back from it. That was what I told myself once and was telling myself again, and it had been working so far to be fair. So why would I worry about fighting an aura-eating berserker when I had my semblance and natural grit to back me up? ... Wait a minute</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK Even after a relatively short time, you build up a tolerance for Lauren's antics. You had to, or you'd go crazy trying to keep up. Dealing with Lauren was something Ben could do. Dealing with Lauren in front of her Mom, who had already sized Amy up before she turned her sights on Ben, put him in uncharted waters. She had to know how her daughter was, but she didn't know him; so as much as Lauren's rambling amused him, and made him smile hearing the esteem she held him in, her Mom's first impression of him probably shouldn't be out of her daughter's mouth. Thaaaat's enough. His best friend's bawdyiest joke was cut off by his shoulder, mostly because it went up when he twisted his arm up and around to ruffle her hair. Now for a little damage control, before she makes people think I'm… Don't even have a word. "She is a bit of a gremlin," He admitted, still ruffling her hair. It was really, really apparent that those clothes were hers now. They weren't going to fit anyone else. Not something to think about right now, not in this context. "But she's a good teammate. Better friend." "Don't know if she told you, but she joined the team after we lost a member. Showed up right before combat class. She did snap my neck, I try not to hold it against her, but the rest isn't quite that inappropriate." He gave Costa a smile, stepping forward (now that her hands were free) with Lauren still on his back to offer her a hand to shake. "But we wouldn't trade back for the world. She's been really helpful, especially on our mission, and she's fun as hell." "Probably not news to you, but you've got a hell of a daughter ma'am. Glad she's my friend."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Apophis gladly remained silent as he looked around the Armory, naturally taking an interest to the presence of metal all around him. He was a bit of a collector, so it was only natural for him to at least pay some attention to the place- even if it wasn't some kind of legendary forge that rose from the underworld or something. Although he remained near the others, he let his mind wander about, his hollow eye taking in the details of the academy's Armory. Sangue, on the other hand, remained quiet. When Lauren wrapped an arm around her, the red-haired girl made no attempt to break free. She rather enjoyed Lauren's warmth, and out of everyone in BASL, Lauren easily had the highest body temperature. It made her feel fuzzy inside. And safe. A weak blush appeared on her cheeks due to the heat she felt. She didn't know what it meant to be "sun-bleached," but it must have been a harmless thing if Lauren described her like that. She blinked without much thought when Lauren pecked her cheek, glancing at Lauren, and then at her pretty mom. The snake noticed how Costa seemed a lot calmer than Lauren, who was practically bursting with energy and joy. But despite their differences, Sangue could tell that the family loved each other well. It was nice to see. As she glanced at Ben, who explained how Lauren fit right into the team to Costa, Sangue looked back at Lauren's mother with her idle expression still unchanging. The faint blush that had appeared earlier had yet to vanish. Meanwhile, Apophis wondered if he should just start eating before he lost the food he brought. @Kaithas@Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am) The cowlick was drooping. Despite the reserved manner in which Luke was attempting to act in, it was immediately clear to the Mistralese girl that her response had instilled in him enough emotional stimulus for his hair to move, if her hypothesis continued to hold true. The question was what exactly that movement represented. Hesitation? Fear? Despair? The underlying suggestion of a spar was already beginning to bear fruit for her research; if assisting him in his training would provide her with more evidence, then there was little reason for her not to. She was already fucking helping him with his schoolwork; doing the same for his combat skills for some reasonable gain was perfectly acceptable. "The staff aspect would be something Nuit could also cover to some extent," she said, eyes glancing down from the strands of hair to meet Luke's grey orbs. "But you should work quickly to find a suitable polearm. You don't have time to fuck around on that."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz, Breakfast Club "Yeah, that's true. Best case scenario is me having until the end of week before I need something again..." I steepled my hands, a small part of me wishing for a pair of orange glasses and white gloves, and racked my brain. Quite a few images flashed to mind. Even without my remedial education on hunting and weaponry, I would have always been able and likely willing to come up with at least five variants of weapons like this. They showed up in games all the time, and while I'm no historian or enthusiast by any means, I had already learned a thing or two about the potential options provided to me by the general category of "polearms". Halberds. Glaives. According to some, Bardiches and other such greataxes. Even a Naginata wasn't out of the question, but... The thing was, a lot of my studying the types of Grimm under Tanner's careful tutelage had been done under the assumption that I would either be landing blows with blunt force or piercing straight through with the head of a drill. I wasn't so delusional as to believe I could get by without ever knowing where I would need to, say, cut or chop at something, but with the time I have until the next sortie being measurable in days... I needed as smooth a transition as possible. That narrowed it down a good bit. "Something that offers sheer blunt trauma as well as enough puncturing power to penetrate thick skulls and tough armor... A weapon I won't need to switch targets all too much for, in other words." I looked back up to her. "That sounds like a Lucerne Hammer to me."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - A Brain, an Athlete, a Basket Case, a Princess, and a Criminal "Lucky for you that my familiarity with polearms focuses on blunt trauma." That would make it far simpler for her to tailor her advice towards Luke's specialities. Her younger sister's "weapon" essentially did little more than crush the fuck out of anything in its path, and while its weight wasn't concentrated specifically at the end, she could at least apply vaguely similar principles to the use of a hammer. However, that was something she would deal with later, once Schwarz actually found himself a Lucerne Hammer and a teacher willing to train him in the basics. Now that her breakfast had been completed, she would need to rendezvous with her family. They had likely already arrived, and she needed to find them. Haven had not been too far from her home, but the distance between Beacon and the world where she had grown up in was far vaster, separated by the gulf that was the blue sea. Her chances of meeting them were scarce, and thus she refused to waste her time away from their presence. The fact that Ozpin was willing to pay for every student's family to visit was a fucking godsend, and she was grateful for the powerful man's decisions. "I need to go meet up with my family," she said in her usual impassive tone as she rose to her feet, chair sliding back quietly as she reached her full height. "Work on finding a Lucerne Hammer or build one as soon as possible."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze @HereComesTheSnow Monday With a clear agreement between everyone Cian let out a small sigh as she started to head towards a better location somewhere private between them so she quickly knocked out the normal shooting range. Plus they only asked to see it not actually for her to use her weapon. With that in mind it was a relatively quick trip to one of the training fields that littered the school. Sure it wasn't the best but in case they did ask for a demonstration it was a quick show since they were on a training field. "So what exactly is it you need just a look at a weapon or more of it in action?" Cian asked as she slung off the strap of Byakko carrying the silver briefcase in her hands her finger slowly making its way to change it to its basic form. Tristan Mauve Tristan let out a small sigh as he looked around the area a empty training field one of the many that dotted the campus of Beacon. Somewhere both safe to show the weapons but should be private enough that it wouldn't bother anyone else seems like Cian knew what she was doing after all. Still time to show his weapon huh well if anything shouldn't be to hard to just reveal the weapon and if needed a few movements dealing with said weapon.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy's grin slowly grew as Lauren narrated her first encounter with all of them, particularly Ben's experience with her in the arena. Her arm stretched out to her right, her hand joining Ben's in ruffling their teammate's hair. She let it drop as Ben stepped forward to offer his hand to Costa. The woman's gaze falling on her earlier had suddenly made her very self-conscious, for the first time in a long while. She was acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing Lauren's clothing, as Lauren was wearing Ben's--but Costa recognized the jacket against her bare, ivory flesh. It was the way it seemed to be intended to be worn, with nothing between it and the wearer, but... Costa was Lauren's mother, after all. That kinda heightened the awkwardness, just a little. "We are quite a motley crew, though. She's not wrong."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Mindaro Mondays - Galla Galla glanced up from her newspaper, lifeless hazel eyes meeting Luke's grey. He was looking somewhat irked, likely due to the no-show by someone who appeared to have been responsible for chaperoning his younger sisters around the school. She hadn't seen anyone matching the description he had given when she had been walking through the crowded campus, and there was no sign of the Tanner individual when the two Schwarz siblings had first approached her. If the fashion-impaired man wasn't visible, then he was likely to be keeping a low profile, now that he had been freed from his responsibilities by Luke. "I haven't seen him," was her reply. There were other possibilities, including being dead, but people didn't react well to such suggestions. "He's their guardian?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Schwarzes "Nah, he's more like our kinda-uncle!" "A godfather?" "Or maybe The Godfather..." "Can you imagine him saying 'say hello to my little friend!'?" "That's Scarface." "Or 'I like dis painting. One dog's goin' one way, the other dog's goin the other way, and this guy in the middle's just sayin, 'whaddya want from me?!'" "That's Goodfellas! Get it together!" What kind of messed up movie lexicon did these girls have?! Dad must be crying, wherever he is! As hilarious as it was to know our policeman father loved mafia movies, it was decidedly less hilarious to get caught up in trying to chastise those two unsalvageable pieces of work while I left poor Galla hanging, so I redirected my attention to her while they continued to prattle on for a moment. "No, not quite. More like just the first person Mom and Dad reached out to who agreed to take them here earlier in the day. With the dude's vagabond nature, I'm honestly not surprised at it, but I guess being Mom's former teammate means you still answer the call. Even if it's the last thing anyone would reasonably expect of you." "--Shaken, not stirred." "Bond isn't even a mob flick!" I rubbed my temples. Help me.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Who are you embarrassed of, your father or me?" It wasn't the way he would have liked to phrase the question, but using 'us' and grouping himself in with Gratia, Beryl, and Luke so soon as Bianca's 'inner circle' just felt like surrendering to a life of misery after only one shot had been fired. He wouldn't give up after one shot. He was a son of Atlas, not of Zephyr. "Doesn't matter to me. I've met a lot of overeager parents today already," Jericho said casually, sipping at his cappuccino and tilting his head to look at the abashed birdbrain across from him. The smile on her face had been waxing and waning since he'd walked in, which was odd. Normally her irrepressible bubbly attitude bordered on the downright air-headed. To see her somewhat downbeat left said quite a lot about the state of her family. Not that he could relate - his family (obviously still being alive, a claim that Bianca had observed with skepticism but not actually treated as the joke it was, the goddamn moron) had always gotten along rather well, and the Mindaro household probably would have left him projectile vomiting and shivering on the ground with a gun between his teeth after a week of their endless hugs and kisses and squeals of joy. But it turns out that, surprise surprise, Bianca "Things are bad all over, Ponyboy..." Nuit had a troubled home life. I even miss Speer already. "It's only one day," Jer continued. "One family day a year, maybe a semester if you're not lucky, multiplied by four years at Beacon. That's four to eight visits, maybe four hours tops, that's still only barely over a day of downtime you have to spend with him before you graduate. That's assuming you try avoiding him over the summers by staying with Gratia, or at some beach resort, or that space hotel Griese Experimental wants to hurl into orbit in the next few years. Then, after graduation, you can call him on his birthday, send him a card or two at holiday time, and wait until he craps out and say something nice at the funeral. Then you don't have to worry about him." It might have been harsh calculus, but it was hard to want to shelter a girl from someone who could toss her millions of lien for a coffee shop after one speed dial. Hopefully the news of her dad's impending death would bring Bianca some comfort. Life was too short to worry about who you were forced to spend it with - unless that someone was Bianca Nuit, staring at you like you were carrying a pair of handcuffs and an adolescence full of repressed sexual tension for her to exploit. Granted, she would be half-right in that assumption...but the last thing he needed right now was for her to see his handcuffs. "Look, Bianca, if there's one thing I learned in my life at Atlas, besides marksmanship, infiltration, proper surveillance, situational awareness, pain management in the field, hacking, driving cars, flying airships, controlled descent without a chute, how to kiss a guy, how to clean, and how to cook, it's that there's nobody who can survive everything forever," Jer offered, trying to be helpful. "If I put five bullets in your dad's head, that rich old bastard would go down for the count. If your dad's bodyguards put five in my dad's head, even a trained specialist like him isn't gonna be shaking it off any time in the next year or so. I learned that there's no reason to be scared of any person, because that person can meet death just as quickly as I can, in the same number of ways that I could. So in the long run, they don't have any God-given advantage over me - or over you. So unless your dad's Semblance is actually being God-given, the worst he can do to you is cancel your Palladium card. And unless that really will kill a spoiled birdbrain like you, you've gotta goddamn relax. You're making my hair uncomfortable." There. No one could ever say he hadn't been a little nice to Bianca Nuit now. He had given her good advice. That was his obligation as a 'good' person, over and done with. This cappuccino really filled a hole. His glowing scarlet rune settled down slightly. "You're welcome."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Anywhaere and nowhere The poor training dummy was rapidly approaching its expiration date under the barrage of fury Diamond vented on it. They were finally starting to move somewhere with the whole team thing. Granted, the move was to identify why they were not a team thing, but she thought she saw some progress, at least compared to earlier. And now this. Roaring in anger she grabbed a telekinetic hold and yanked at the dummy strongly enough to tear it out of its housing and send it flying somewhere in Gren's general direction. Pure coincidence, oooooof course. This sucks on ice. First Marcus, then Aurelius, now Cobalt. Who are they going to give us now, some rich trouser stain that will have yet another idea on how to do things and not being used to others telling them to shove it? That would maKE MY DAY!!! She shout-thought as another dummy ceased to exist, turned into a pincushion of icicles, sand spilling on the floor. Still not even breaking a sweat, Diamond suddenly wished there were some ethereal robots and/or infernal woman after her with a vengeance. A struggle for dear life would at least take her mind off of things! Then there is this parents day garbage. Rub some salt into the wounds, life, why don't you? she fumed inside, I can't even get half a dozen cats because Emerald would be either insulted or all over them. The thought of a per canary or something mouse like was a little amusing though. Rrrip. Another sandbag was exploded when Diamond caught a telekinetic hold of its opposing ends and yanked at them. Oh, and there is some douchebag ogling my teammate's mom. Call Marcus and the tank I wanna blow some shit up! She thought desperately The remaining dummy was obliterated as Diamond encased it in ice, the weight pulling down the entire mechanism holding it. Then she stopped, looking at the floor. She could swear her shadow was shimmering and grinning at her. Stop. She told herself. Find something else to do with that pent up energy other than fighting or you'll kill someone. Pacing from wall to wall she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Go make some friends. There might even be some volunteers for a beating if you'll lucky. She thought with a smirk, looking towards Emerald just as her mother was done with her. Diamond decided the bad news could wait. There was probably no more than other orphans prowling the halls right now, but hey, misery loved company. Diamond slipped by the others, looking for a victim.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Datura - Splitting Off Apparently, getting cracked in the head with a piece of rebar can have lasting consequences. Datura had always figured that Siri's decreased capability to remember things and write coherently had been at least somewhat caused by that particular incident, but she hadn't expected lasting pain to be an issue. Well, never mind that. It wasn't like she was the one who'd panicked and swung when the mutt's aura was depleted. "He was trying to protect you." The young woman frowned. She never could quite tell when her "daughter" was around whether or not these kind of thoughts were her own. She didn't think that such a dumb, sweet girl would be so manipulative, but why else would her inner voice be so sappy at times? Lost in her thoughts, Datura didn't realize that she'd wandered a little ways from Soot and Siri, who were now engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. "Those two. They could ramble on with each other for hours." Before she could head it off, a small smile appeared on her face. She could be mouthy at times to Soot, and downright mean to Siri, but as far as she was concerned, no one had better come between the two of them, even...her. She lightly pressed a hand against her abdomen without much thought. "Don't be like this, like how you always are. He practically raised her, but he chose to love you even though you didn't come to him as an innocent baby." "Yeah, offering to hook up with someone to fix a huge mistake you made is a greeeeaaaaat first impression." Datura muttered, maybe a touch louder than she intended to. It wasn't like there was anyone around, tho - damn it. Blonde student at twelve o'clock. She froze, unsure of how to explain what she'd said, or if she should just walk away and pretend that this girl didn't see her acting like crazy person.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy gave Lauren a quizzical look as she looked down her cleavage, then tapped nervously away at her phone. It was fairly obvious the brawler wasn't looking for a candy bar, really--otherwise she wouldn't have to consult her phone about it--and one would have melted between Amy's breasts anyway. Not that she hadn't had that happen before, but she figured Lauren would have known as much from her propensity to store things there on her own body. So that meant she was likely worrying about something from the night before. Some pressing concern, since she was immediately consumed by it, so… She'd probably lost something that didn't belong to her. At least Amy wasn't the one who had to be worried about having her clothes flayed, for once. She checked the pockets, then shook her head, feathers rising slightly as she did. "No dice. Sorry, honey, nothing in here. So… Either Pope Benjamin III was going to be right, or bad times were going to occur. She'd never wanted a holy man to be correct before.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Blossoming Relationships @Awesomoman64@Crimmy@Abillioncats Despite Ms. Aristeas' rather kind evaluation of their results, Robert was not as happy. Of course, no one in their team was hurt or killed, which was always optimal, but he still felt like they could have done better. No, he could have done better. Everything was going perfectly until he had gotten too far away from the others and almost thrown off the edge of the ship. He was alive only through the support of his comrades, not through his own efforts. The young student turned to his team leader though to try and read her reaction to the evaluation. He'd been in charge once and he didn't envy his admittedly much more worthy replacement. He still knew how it felt to succeed but still feel there was room for improvement. To do everything you could do right, yet still see nothing but more needing to be fixed. The worst part about being leader though, at least a good one in his opinion, was that you often found fault in your own actions first. Sand struck Robert as the sort of person who'd think the same way. So as she left to return their borrowed weaponry, he began contemplating possible words of encouragement so she knew how glad he was to have her in charge. Those words would be forgotten though once Sand was back, giving the team her own debriefing, which felt very much targeted at his screw up. Perhaps he was solely in the wrong here. He was, after all, the only one who had needed saving. He had thought he was being cautious like asked and the incident was only caused by bad roll of the dice, but maybe he was the problem. "Sorry, guys," he said, embarrassed. When the ship landed, Robert did his best to push away the creeping self-doubt and refocus on the objective. Being distracted would only lead to more mistakes, past missions had taught him that. Still, while he certainly looked serious and ready in appearance, he didn't seem to yet notice the odd behavior of the facility's employees. Though perhaps it was better to say lack of behavior as only the one man seemed to be working here for all they knew.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel @Guess Who@Awesomoman64 Violet Steel - Blossoming Relationships - Violet had felt her face get warm when Thoúlē Aristeas specifically mentioned her in her praise of their work. Her semblance wasn't that big of a deal, was it? She looked away for a bit, not sure how to handle this. Sand went to return the rifles and Violet figured that was the end of it. However that was not to be, because Sand brought back one of the rifles, and a harness to boot. Violet just looked confused when Sand handed them to her. "Well done, team," Sand said. "Especially you, Violet. You impressed the crew so much, they want you to keep the guns we borrowed. Be sure to thank them before we're done here." "They...they did?" Violet said with a bit of surprise, taking the weapons and storing them on her person. She rather prefered her bow for various reasons but...the rifle did become handy back there. Maybe keeping it around was a good idea. "I'll...be sure to properly thank them..." After that bit of praise, Sand switched gears and berated the team just a little...well really it was just at Robert. Violet felt a little bad for him, but really...he needed to stop being so careless and clumsy. He was going to get himself killed otherwise. ------------------------------- Violet's ears twitched as they landed and came across this white-haired boy. Who was this person? Why did everyone they'd come across so far seem so...odd? Violet of course kept these thoughts and opinions in her mind only. Sand had the pleasure of actually conversing with this person. She had other things to worry about, like the sense of danger and uneasiness that was making her hairs stand on end. She kept an eye out.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Blossoming Relationships Receiving Ms. Aristeas' approval of how they handled the Grimm was a much needed confidence boost for the huntsman. While they had successfully fended off the Nevermores, he couldn't help but feel the close call with their unluckiest member might have given the inspector cause to doubt their skills. Nevertheless, she was more impressed by Violet's sharpshooting than she was displeased with Roberts short flight. The Atlesian guards felt the same as Sand was given a rifle to award Violet. Not everyone was willing to overlook that slight mishap with the large Nevermore, however. As soon as they were alone Sand practically called out Robert for his lack of situational awareness. Those who didn't know Sand might have misconstrued her words as a scolding, but Trad could tell this was just her voicing concerns, even if it was a little blunt. Though as they continued their flight, Trad couldn't help but think that maybe blunt discussions with Robert were necessary. He knew the hunter was never intentionally getting himself into trouble, but he certainly had a knack for it. And often wasn't able to get himself out without one of them to aid him. Something would need to be done or else the next time things might not work out in the red head's favor. Now was not the time for such things. Just as Sand said this was not a training exercise, they were on a mission and had to remain focused. The last thing anyone needed was the team doubting even one of their members. Trad did his best to bury his thoughts as they stepped off the ship. Eerily that would be easy enough as the landing platform for ICE CreAM felt… Wrong. While he wasn't expecting a welcome party, it was odd that only one person would be greeting the inspector; and with no security at that. The biggest red flag was raised by the lack of ships on the landing platform. True traffic through this location would be light at best, but what about emergency situations? This team had seen first hand how fast the Grimm could swarm even a well prepared base. There should have been at least two or three airships ready just in case. Yet it seemed the researchers here would have no means of escape should such an event take place. His curiosity got the best of him. While he let the inspector answer the white haired man's initial question, he quickly spoke up after any introductions. "You must have a lot of faith in the defenses here. Not many facilities operate without some means of evacuation." He stated glancing around at the empty area. @Lazo@Abillioncats@Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Slime@Silvan Haven Gratia Mindaro and Vega Venetia The air was choking with paranoia. Emotions were running high all around her, with even the slightest sudden move liable to trigger the guards into going completely postal. They were nervous, twitching wrecks, reacting to every little sound as if they were fucking meth heads after a long night of poisoning themselves like brain-damaged cretins. Or did that come after the druggo experience? Gratia Mindaro did not care a single iota for the specifics, but in any case, their caution wasn't entirely alien to her. Given how much of an utter shithole Gallia had transformed into, only a complete fool would think there was no need to be cautious, but this Gideon individual's guards were still unable to crawl out of the pond of prokaryotes where their fellow fools resided by "virtue" of having even entertained the thought of fighting her team. Her onyx eyes danced across their surroundings. It was a gaudy mansion, a loathsome testament to the Mayor's wealth and power that disgusted her in its excess. No wonder the guards thought they could fucking take her - the hellish environment must have distorted their perspective. How pitiful. If they had any actual ability whatsoever, rather than serving as little more than mid-sized fish in a shitty little sewage drain, then somebody would have managed to bring an end to Gallia's woes by now. Instead, they called in a team of trainee Hunters. "Don't take us for amateurs, Felicia," she replied flatly. Next to her, Vega Venetia was joyfully taking a panorama picture of the hallways on her Google Glass. A quick motion in the direction of one of her teammate's immediately drew her attention. "I like your shades!" the leader of Vignoble declared as she watched Silver play with his spectacles.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Felicia @Slime@Silvan Haven Civil War "I wouldn't dream of it." That was Andrews only response to Gratia before he and the team of trainee hunters entered the office of one Gideon Blue. Other than the two guards stationed right at the door, the office looked like what you'd expect for a mayor. The main piece of furniture of course being the desk, with various documents laying on it. The man himself, Gideon Blue sitting there, looking over several sheets of paper. The man didn't so much as look up at them until they'd all been shuffled inside and the doors behind them closed with a loud click. It was only then that he looked up and recognized their presence. "So you're finally here, Mr. Felicia." His expression was neutral, his voice conveyed no real emotion, though one could say it had a certain coldness to it. He looked at them with scrutinizing eyes, as if he was deciding if any of them were worth his time. "Gideon..." Andrew's voice was much more tense. "...you need to explain what's going on out there righ-" The mayor put his hand up, "Of course, of course...I understand from an...outsider's perspective that the situation here in Gallia is completely unacceptable. So, I will explain everything in detail till you're all satisfied." The mayor stacked the papers in his hand neatly before setting them on the table. "Before we begin however, I believe introductions are necessary, don't you think Mr. Felicia? We may already know each other, but this is my first time meeting these young ones. This is their missions after all is it not? Why not let them do the questioning?" Andrew briefly looked back at the kids, before looking back at Gideon. "Fine. Gideon, this is Gratia, Beryl, Vega, and Silver. And visa versa. Boom. Done." Andrew stepped back to the side, letting Gideon have his full gaze upon the team. "As I'm sure you've all seen first hand flying in here, the situation is shockingly grim." A strange statement from the mayor who seemed so completely calm. "This all really began about six months ago, right after the election. You see, for the past twenty years I had run unopposed as mayor, there simply was no one else who was willing to run against me." He said with a slight shrug. "This year was different. A man named James Poppy ran against me. He was quite popular with much of the community, and to my suprise the election was very, very close. I only won by a small fraction of votes." "James?" Andrew stated with a tone of recognition. With this, the Mayor let out a visible sigh, the first sign of any real emotion he'd conveyed so far. "Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse after the results came in. I was accused of manipulating the votes in my favor, by none other than James Poppy himself. Many...if not all his supporters believe and hang on his every word. It's because of that man this whole situation has unfolded, he didn't like how the election went, and he's attempting to take over by force." "He not only has the backing of nearly half the people, but he's also recruited powerful mercenaries who are comparable to hunters and huntresses. So what I'm requesting from all of you is that you bring James Poppy to me, alive. I don't want him becoming some sort of martyr after all. How you go about doing that is up to you, I do not care to micromanage." The mayor adjusted his seat. "Now I'm sure you all have your own questions you wish to ask me, I can see it on your faces." The mayor waited.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou This was some serious ####ery. What was the point of having enhanced senses if they didn't sense jack shit when you needed them most? Probably some horrific monstrosity on the other side of that door waiting to punish her for all of her sexual iniquity and she could see and hear jack shit. It didn't take Gift to be able to tell bad stuff was going on, one would hope it would at least give further information as to precisely what she had to be concerned about. Flying was tempting, but being in the air meant she was vulnerable if she didn't know what they were facing. Amy gritted her teeth, the Fury's shield rattling back into her arm guard as the barrels of its machine gun spun out, her sensory perception expanding once again to warn her of anything coming from where she wasn't looking. She trained the rotary weapon on the door, ready to fire through once Ben had cleared it. "Nothing to fuckin' report Cap. A whole fat lot of fucking nothing."</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth sighed, her hand twitching involuntarily as she and the rest of the newly minted team Bastion walked out of the Headmaster's office. She felt... exposed for the first time in her life. They were the rejects, and it didn't take a genius to figure that out. None of them had uniforms, they hadn't been around for the first part of the day... It wasn't difficult. Ordinarily, Amy wouldn't complain about the uniform situation, but it was just another thing separating her from the rest of the school. At least she had thought to wear her toboggan hat today, she thought, pulling it down over her ears–and her feathers. Isolation, isolation she could deal with. But... for the rest of the school year all four of them would have to be on their toes. Because any tripping up... and team Bastion would be as dead as the Grimm that Unchained Fury had torn apart.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Robert is not the what you think. Yes Rayna may sound mean but she's not insulting Pricilla. If she was I'd tell her to screw off and leave us alone before I would make her leave, but she's just giving Pricilla advice." Greyson said to Robert wanting to calm him before he did anything stupid that he would regret. In all honesty Greyson would never hit a woman but neither would he ever let anyone hurt the feelings of the girl he cared about. Right now Greyson was thinking about how Pricilla would react to Rayna's "constructive criticism"</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Well. That was unexpected. When he washed out of the entrance exam, Benjamin fully believed that that was the end of it. It would have been worse, too, because it would have been his own fault. His reluctance to use his ace up the sleeve nearly lost him his chance at being a hunter. Now, though, he had another chance. He didn't expect to get it, and he still expected to wake up any minute. Starting on the back foot or not, he had a chance. The thought was sobering, too. He knew his reputation was starting with a mark against it, and it wasn't just his reputation anymore. If he screwed up, the rest of them would pay for it, too. So he couldn't screw up. He needed to do his best, even if that meant not always having another trick up his sleeve. Truthfully, there was also the fact that he didn't really know his team all the well. Maybe Ozpin did some team building exercises after the entrance exam or something, but he'd (obviously) missed them. Ben had ended up working with them mostly by chance, and there hadn't been an excessive amount of time to talk since then. He was acutely aware of the girl, probably older than him, with a decidedly nonstandard sense of fashion walking near him. Amy. The other guy on the team, probably same age, maybe a little younger. Trad. And Sangue, the other girl who was probably older than him. And seemed to have one arm. From the look on Goodwitch's face, she wasn't happy about having a team of exam rejects walking around. He had a bad feeling they'd see that expression again, and not just on her face. Well. One more obstacle to overcome. "So, schedule says we're supposed to be in lunch. If I remember how we got to Oz's office right, that'd be down the stair, and to the left, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) The silence from the professor was agonizing. Trad had worked his heart out practicing for the exam, only to fail in misery. It was probably his fault too, he was over protective of his team and got in their way trying to shield them from attacks they most likely could have avoided. That didn't stop him though. He continued his practice and learned from his mistakes during the exam, and as luck would have it, it paid off. Now here he was, in the headmaster's office waiting to hear the verdict. The anxiety was killing him, and the disapproving stares of Ms. Goodwitch only made things worse. Still, he did his best to stand firm and at attention. Finally Ozpin spoke, reminding him and the others of their humiliation during the exams. He couldn't help but feel this might not be the reconsideration he had hoped for. Then, he heard the words from Ozpin, "That is why you four are hereby admitted to Beacon Academy" Trad couldn't help but smile. Despite all that had happened he was now a student of Beacon! His joy was quickly hushed by an even colder stare from Goodwitch, as if to remind him of how thin of ice he would be on. When the team was dismissed and they all left the office, Trad let out a long sigh, "I'm not the best when it comes to history, but I think we may be the first rejects to be allowed in." Trad wasn't sure he could eat just yet, he was still trying to take in the fact that he was now a student. More than that, he was member of a team! Still, they could use the time to get a game plan. Figure out schedules and class locations. "I think that's the right way. If not I'm sure we'll find it one way or another."</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: "It's the right way," Amaranth said, her eyes staying straight ahead, not looking at any of her teammates. "Let's eat before lunch is over, or we're going to have to face the legitimate students with empty stomachs." She looked slightly to the side, sizing up each of the others standing in the hall. Trad and Ben were easy enough to read, Sangue was a little more difficult... She was going to have to get used to them. Sangue, entirely offense, but blunt as anything... Trad, an excellent defender, self styled Guardian of Remnant. Benjamin Lloyd, fast, adaptable... But every sign pointed to him being slacker. Hell, they were going to have to get used to her. She almost felt sorry for them. Amaranth Desire. If that wasn't a name somebody could judge her by, she didn't know what was. Amaranth Desire, dressed in clothes that would make her grandmother blush... They were all human, too, and while she didn't paint any of them as being prejudiced, they still didn't know she was a... Faunus. Her hand went to the collar around her neck, one finger slipping inside it–was she nervous? Her chest rose and fell in a deep breath, and she sighed. "Call me Amy. Not Amaranth."</s>	<\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Ben. Good to meet you." He extended a hand to shake, the other kept in his pocket. It was kind of funny, Benjamin thought, that he'd gotten to know how they fought, but had yet to actually get to know them. His teammates. Stuck together for four years, if he was lucky, first met days ago, and only now getting around to proper introductions. Showed where all of their priorities were. A faint grin crossed his face, only a moment after he held out his hand. "Well, officially. Don't really count fighting, though. Isn't really an introduction." Amaranth, he decided, was both one of the easiest to read, and the hardest to work out. Her attire was decidedly... Unusual, and she didn't really look like the type to attend Beacon. Then again, first impressions were remarkably deceptive. Those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones and all that. "Hell of a "welcome to Beacon", huh?"</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Giving the males of team SASG a nod as they asked him how he took his meat, Oswald felt his lips curl into a half-smile. "I take it medium-rare. Only way to take it out in the field. Any less is dangerous, any more takes too damn long. Thanks. And I gotta ask....how the hell did you get your hands on this much meat? It's day one of classes, after all." The scent of the steaks cooking was almost too much. He'd lived mostly on preserved food for the weeks before arriving at Beacon, and the opportunity to eat anything not packaged to last as long as possible was greatly welcomed, even if he'd already had a meal before this. It couldn't hurt to pack on the calories, especially after his sparring with Sapphire. Speaking of that girl, he couldn't help but notice she was still arguing with that green-haired dude from the table they'd been sitting at before. Oswald just shrugged and rolled his eyes. Let her get worked up over a few words between classmates, nothing he was concerned with. Marcus's arrival at the table was more pressing. And it seemed Diamond was even helping him carry his food over. Maybe this team wasn't so doomed after all. Diamond's reaction to being asked to get salt was...to be expected. Man, that kid had to be a little slow or something, to pull a stunt like that. Wasn't it obvious that she was another student? "Hey boss, glad to see you're back. Ya did good, even if it wasn't too pretty. Wish I could say the same for the rest of our team. Diamond had a hell of an opponent with that....weird ability. What kind of semblance was that anyway? Looked like it knocked the girl's attack right back at her. And Aurellius? Well...to be fair, against a guy that quick, I wonder how well I'd have done too. Sapphire's a quick little thing, but at least you can see her. Usually. Until she pulls that disappearing trick." Inclining his head towards the girl in question, Oswald shrugged. "She's good, too. Would've done well back home."</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad couldn't help but laugh at Amy's remark about his pouting, "Don't worry, I won't make it a habit." He said giving Amy a light pat on the back. While they were talking, Sangue let her claw drag on the floor, causing an extremely annoying sound. Trad wanted to say something, but Sangue still had a grumpy look on her face, and the last thing the team needed was for two of them to get in a tuff. Finally, the moment of truth arrived, they had reached the lunchroom. Trad couldn't help but notice the sea of students all chatting and acting as if they had known each other for year. Trying to avoid eye contact, he moved along to get his food. He ended up with some sort of pasta, not exactly the best food for his nerves but he got it anyway. Unable to find a seat, he simply waited until one of the others sat down and joined them.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom The red-haired woman felt hungry at a perfect time. Missing breakfast proved to be an unwise decision, but it also made lunch seem all the more appealing to the normally idle Sangue. Sangue's right eye opened a little wider than before as her claw continued to follow her. She finally seemed to notice the noises her claw was making. Making a small motion with her shoulder, the claw slowly retracted until it was fairly away from the ground. The claw no longer dragged itself across the ground, but now it ominously swung itself around like a hypnosis clock moving at multiple directions. A few seconds later, the claw retracted more, finally causing the contraption to hide itself within her clothes. "..." Sangue finally walked her own path, heading over to get some pasta. She seemed to have trouble holding her own tray, though she seemed confident with holding it on her own. The woman sat at an empty table, staring at the pasta for some odd reason. I don't know what I just picked up. Funnily enough, she never ate pasta before. She simply stared at the food and the utensil she could use to eat it. Her brain began to process how to eat pasta.</s>	<\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Ben set his tray down with a quiet tap, sinking into his seat. In the interests of efficiency he'd picked the first food he found, the result a heaping pile of spaghetti. A drink had proven much easier, as he nabbed a milk on his way to an open seat. He, after a moment of thought, placed himself in the same vicinity as Sangue without getting too close. His team member seemed to desire a little space, and he didn't think he knew her well enough yet to take a seat opposite or adjacent to her. She didn't seem a particularly bad sort, but she was quiet, and more than a little... Unapproachable. He wasn't sure if it was intentional yet, but it didn't seem like a matter to test so soon after being christened a team. He twirled a fork with one hand, loading it with pasta, but eyes idly swept the lunch room. He wasn't particularly surprised by the sheer diversity of students, but it was a touch of culture shock nonetheless. Not just the students themselves, but the way they carried themselves. He saw more than a few weapons tucked away on their owner's person, and many of his new peers carried themselves with a sense of pride. A few seemed to verge on arrogance, if he was perfectly honest. No one seemed to have paid attention to his team's arrival, so they either didn't know about them, or didn't care. Either was possible, but he found the former a little more likely. The odds of absolutely everyone ignoring a team of washouts was pretty minimal. Then again, he admitted to himself as he took a bite of his food, he was probably over-thinking it. "Food's decent, at least." BAST's leader commented to no one in particular.</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Abel consoling him, Shiro's glistening eyes brightened and he managed a smile. His teammate's words having comforted him, he parked his behind next to Gren as he continued to cook in his..unconventional ways. Unfortunately, Shiro's hunger would have to wait to be satiated as the bell screeched, causing him to wince and flatten his ears against his head. The bell signaled the end of the lunch period and the start of the next class. Pulling out his Scroll, he checked his class schedule and saw that he had the Armory class next. Ears and tail perking, he looked stunned and excited all at once. "Oh! Maybe I can make adjustments to Kladenets and Perun in class! At the very least I can do some minimal maintenance!" Pocketing his Scroll, he looked at the sizzling meats Gren was still grilling. One could only feel for Shiro as his golden eyes grew sad, his lips pouted, and his ears again sagged sadly onto his head. His face spoke of only heartbreak and intense sorrow. With a heavy sigh, Shiro grabbed his tray. As swiftly as he could, he disposed of it. Not wanting to be late for this class especially, he lowered his body so that he was on all fours and bounded his way out of the cafeteria. Taking care to not run into anyone. Shooting down the hallways, he quickly visited the school's Armory [*Not the class, mind you] and looked around at the multitudes of 'Rocket Lockers'. Sniffing at the air, he quickly located his weapons and withdrew them. Sword already sheathed within his shield, he slung his weapons onto his back and rapidly scrambled to locate the Armory Class to take his seat. "Don't want to be late for this!" His eager face shifted to one of hurt and pain as his stomach still grumbled at him, unsatisfied with the paltry lunch Beacon had given him. "Man, I wish I could've had some of Gren's food..." he sighed to himself, wanting to almost cry.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni finished up his lunch in utter silence. He blocked out all outside distractions and concentrated on ideas for a weapon. With his new found knowledge about Dust, he now had an interest in it. Geni racked his brain looking for ways to incorporate Dust into Ragnorok. Unfortunately Geni could not think of anything that would work. He could not sprinkle Dust onto the blade, it would explode with the slightest of movements. The bell through Geni out of his thought and into reality. Lunch was over and it was back to class with him. He stood up and walked out of the cafeteria and made his way towards the locker room. He had Armory class next, pretty convenient for his dilemma. Geni's tail perked up slowly the fact that he would be able to improve his weapon. He smiled as he grabbed his weapon and walked out of the locker room and headed over to the Armory Class. Geni walked into his newly appointed favorite class. A lot of the students in he class were the ones that hour had seen fighting first period. "Should probably get to know some of them." He mumbled to himself. Geni got ride of any of his inhibitions and walked over to a body who had already taken a seat. It was a faunas kid just like him, which made feel a bit more comfortable. Geni strolled over to the faunas , placed Ragnorok on the worm table and took the seat to his left. "That's a nice weapon you got there." He said with a smile as he casually leaned back in his seat.</s>	<\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Ah, good to meet you, Sarina." Ben set his fork down, holding out a hand to her. He was a little surprised to be greeted by someone with knowledge of their defense, but he supposed it wasn't improbable. It did probably mean that she wasn't a regular student, though, given how recently they'd been admitted. "Surprised you heard about that, I've got to say. VPD and KPLT handled the end of it, but I guess Ozpin and Goodwitch thought it was worth a second chance." Well. Oz did. Goodwitch didn't look like it. A slight smile accompanied his response, but a loud bell rang before he could say anything more. His eyes moved from the door, to his food, and back to the door. Almost disappointed, he sighed. Looked like he wasn't going to actually get to eat all that much of his lunch after all. He carefully pushed his chair out and stood, picking up his tray and looking back at the group near him. "Guess that's class. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sarina, but looks like we've got to go." He crossed to a trash can in a few steps and dumped his tray, starting to retreat backwards towards the door. This was mostly so he could look at his team while he (slowly) left, but that was probably obvious. "I think we're splitting up for the afternoon. Pretty sure I've got Grimm Studies, so I'll see you guys when we've got a shared class. Or after the day's done, still gotta get our room assignment." Throwing Team Bastion a thumbs up, he turned and stepped out of the cafeteria, following the director notes towards his classroom. Grimm Studies was a fairly common class, as far as he knew, so finding it wasn't too difficult. He arrived only a minute or two later and took a seat near the front, leftmost edge of the classroom. His reasoning for the choice was simple; he was close enough to see, but also not near the center of attention.</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</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>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</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>

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<\|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 -=-=Gren, Mauve, Deneb, Shamrock, Myrtle=-=- Not at all prepared for Shiro's thunderous roar, Mauve collapsed to the ground, screeching, his hands clamped over his ears with all the strength he could muster. An unusual hypersensitivity to sound sent waves of pain reverberating through his skull, ones that stirred not only agony inside his brain but also agonizing memories. Unable to suppress the King's Voice in any way, Mauve wished fervently for death to release him; when his sight, smell, and hearing drastically lessened in response to Shiro's semblance, he assumed death was upon him. "Silence," he squeaked, still conscious but encapsulated in a faint, blurry haze that made the world seem far away, oblivious to Gren's fist closing around his threat. "At...last." The remaining three faunus didn't offer much of a challenge. Deneb initially surprised Gren by freeing himself from the clutches of his friction semblance but unknown means, but the stick-thin swan's first punch damaged the hunter-in-training no more than a feather might, and an instant later Deneb's windpipe, too, was being strangled. The chameleon attempted to persuade Gren to not suffocate him, saying that he'd comply and even taking the time to introduce himself as Shamrock Cochlain, but the risk of him getting away and escaping could not be taken. The last faunus, the portly porcupine, looked at Gren in mute disgust as he attempted to justify himself. "All you're doing is making sure that my pain will never end," she spat, and offered pitiful resistance. -=-=Shiro, Coral=-=- As quick as Shiro was, Coral's physique might as well have been designed for speed. Hard pressed was the swordfighter to keep with with her as she pelted around corners and down halls, but after only a few moments the chase was over with Shiro's attempt to knock her out. While his technique was spot on, slamming his shield into the back of her skull with enough force to render a normal being senseless, Coral had not deactivated her aura as her companion had. The force of the blow impacting her orange-tinged aura knocked her to the ground, where it rose again to prevent her nose from shattering against the floor, and the combined expense of both absorbed collisions depleted Coral's aura almost completely. Still, some energy remained within her, and she rolled away to regain her feet and resume her flight. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for her. A door just to her right suddenly erupted open, and through it burst a young squirrel faunus in a high state of panic, who saw Coral and froze just in time to avoid crashing directly into her. "Corey! Where's...?" Her eyes flitted behind the deer faunus to Shiro, who had by this time recovered from his big move. "Aw, crap." From the door by which the squirrel had entered came a large, familiar figure clad in blue. Abel lurched into the hallway, the Ampere floating, suspended by threads of electricity, beside him. The guardian's left hand was clamped around his right forearm, which bled profusely from an unreasonably-large puncture wound. His getup lay in various states of disarray, including his auburn hair and diminutive goatee, and much of it covered in a smelly, green liquid. Though his breathing came hard and ragged, and that wound seeped crimson, no bones could be made about how ready Abel was to continue fighting. With his chance arrival he had unwittingly worked with Shiro to trap the two faunus girls between them. Though neither knew it, the operating room in which Sapphire currently stood resided only fifty feet behind Abel. A noise of breaking glass caused the guardian to momentarily look behind him, but he refocused on Shiro quickly. "Hey. I think these hallways run in a loop." He glanced down at his wound and grimaced. "Don't ask." Between him and the snow tiger faunus, the two girls both looked close to tears. "Uh...I got Saph's text but I don't think she's got it all right," he said, clearly distracted by how upset the faunus girls were, and substantially less eager to rip the squirrel a new one for locking him in with a giant killer iguana. "What's the deal with these chicks, d'you know?" -=-=Sapphire, Sienna=-=- During the minute or so that the antisedative raced through Sienna's inner systems, Sapphire had more than enough time to study the word tattooed onto the girl's face: embodiment. Unbeknownst to the huntress-to-be, the actors in a silent scene rushed about twenty feet above her head. Nullified by the crystalline barrier dividing the operating room and the viewing gallery, words were exchanged in earnest, and a course of action was determined. At last, Sienna's eyes blinked open, revealing those unnerving orbs. Sapphire's words didn't seem to register at first, as the faunus raised a deliberate hand to her head. When fingers met scruffy coyote ears, a minute tremor ran through Sienna's body. Those eyes, entirely black but for brilliant yellow irises, swept over the unfamiliar figure in front of her, and then the door. Her heart, previously restrained by the anesthesia, began to accelerate. "The...surgery failed...?" The syringe, laid in haste on a nearby table, caught her gaze with its swirling pattern. In a similar fashion, by the glint of metal beneath the white radiance of the room's lights, did she notice Sapphire's weapons. "Didn't start?" Again Sienna looked at Sapphire, and this time, she moved. One instant she was laying down, and then next, the faunus was across the room, crouched on a countertop beside the sanitation bay. In her wake she left a momentary yellow blur; nothing else accredited the idea that she hadn't teleported. Her eyes, for a split-second a pure, inhuman yellow, reverted to black-with-yellow-irises. "You. You're here 'cause of my call. I..!" A resounding crash of broken glass sounded from above, and into the room dropped a six-foot-tall black bear faunus in a suit jacket much like his wife's. Around him rained a deluge of shimmering shards, but none with enough force to puncture or cut anything. Shrugging his brawny shoulders as if in apology, he adjusted his glances as he grieved, "Such an...unfortunate delay. Sienna, don't get yourself worked up over this. Run if you need to, but come back in a few hours after this is dealt with. We'll get you treated, I promise." Though she bore an anxious expression, Sienna nodded, and her eyes changed again. Like a flash she darted from her cabinet, up the wall itself, and through the hole in the ceiling's glass dome into the viewing gallery. After her trail vaporized, only Sapphire and the administrator were left. "Assault," the administrator said, crossing his arms. "Property damage. Trespassing. Disturbing the peace. And crushing dreams. Not all technical criminal charges, but dire nonetheless. I believe that my patient just now mentioned a call? Terrible judgment on her part. She came around, and nobody coerced her. I really am sorry to get you involved. Since you've attacked my staff, I don't expect you're here to debate ideologies, but still I will be civil. Well, miss, I'm the head administrator here. You can call me Pop if you like, though it's not really a big boss kind of name, eh? And yours?" Pop allotted time for Sapphire to respond, with her name or otherwise. Afterward, he sighed regretfully. "Okay then. My guards have told me that there are more of you runnin' around my facility. In a few minutes, once they're properly equipped, they'll be on their way to stop your friends. If you win our duel, I guess you'll want to go warn them." Four, eh? And with fancy weapons, and in their late teens. "Hunter team, maybe? My folks always wanted me to be a hunter, but I wanted to box, and to be a doctor. Bottom line is, I'm not gonna underestimate you. I was watching the whole time from the gallery, though, so I'm wise to your vanishing act." Pop adopted a pugilist's stance, prepared to activate him semblance. "I'm done talkin' now. Show me what a huntress can do!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den As Antaeus' trident hit Mokuren, he suddenly felt an immense amount of pain in his head that seemed to come from utterly nowhere. For several seconds, the surprise migraine disoriented him, but not long enough that he didn't see that the girl was still up and fighting with her sword coming directly for his crotch. "Ah shit!" he shouted as he used his trident to try and block the blow. He hoped to catch the sword between the prongs of his weapon and stab it into the ground, effectively disarming Mokuren. Afterwards, he'd use a kick to send her back and give him enough distance that he could call for backup. Hopefully his plan would work, because this girl was a bigger handful than he had expected. Inside the Dragon's Den As the Dragon's Den employee up the stairs and out of the hallway that the hunters-in-training were in, the vault-like door that he had entered from was slowly closing. Already it was at the point where a person could possibly fit their fingers in to prevent it from shutting all the way, but if they waited any longer than it would soon be impossible to enter at all. It was now or never. If they were able to successfully enter, the intruders would find the door to lead to a brightly lit room, each wall jam-packed with file cabinets. In the center though was a metal table and a single foldable chair. On the table, lied several files and several stacks of paperwork detailing things like transactions, statistics, and other things an illegal gambling den would need to keep track of. The most interesting thing about the papers though, was that almost every one of them had the White Fang symbol stamped onto it or signatures of known White Fang members. It was exactly what the Vale police department would need to incriminate the "business" and bring it down. It was perfect. Perhaps a little too perfect? It would not be a surprise if the three students thought this was all an elaborate trap, because they wouldn't be far off from the truth.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon just scowled at the merchants as they tried to bother him and Skyra. He either ignored them or, when they stood in his way, he pushed right pass them. Soon a thuggish woman came over to them looking for trouble. Skyra was immediately hostile which got Ebon's eyes rolling. He looked back at the delinquent girl and noticed the chained anchors around her waist. [color=black][i]"Chains were one of the items found at the scene of the crimes."[/color][/i] Ebon also looked at the woman's friends, though none of them seemed to be carrying pipes. Not that they were hard to find. Ebon was certain he could buy some pipes around here in a pinch. "We're here on business. You aren't part of it." Ignoring the girl and Skyra if she wanted to stay and fight, Ebon continued his patrol. As far as he cared they weren't causing trouble so he had no reason to stick around and bother them. If they were wise they would keep it that way.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Groaning as the fallen crystal came into view, Oswald sighed. "Yeah, of course that would happen." Looking around, he didn't notice any particularly obvious third option available to the convoy, so he just shrugged and accepted it when Marcus told them all to go around. The tracks went through the massive crystal, so it didn't seem like this was the exact place where the other convoys had been attacked, assuming they had all been attacked in the same location. Still, Oswald was wary. Looking out the window, Oswald touched the pommel of his sword, making sure that no strange situation had occurred where his weapon was not on him. Ensured that he was still armed, Oswald turned to Rice and frowned. "You've got a plan for when everything hits the fan, right? Or is that up to my team leader to decide?"</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\|>Ebon Umbranox Sighing, The Kingdom clicked. "I don't have time for your dramatics. Just die." Slots opened on the Back of the Kingdom sending out ten pistol-sized space ships known as "Arrowheads". As they sortied Ebon ducked underneath the anchor and put The Kingdom between him and the girl who was trying to pick a fight with him. The Arrowheads then began to fly around the girl about five feet away from her, firing bullet sized bolts of lasers. While they may be small, they packed the same amount of force as your average .45 caliber bullet, only made of lasers. Two of the ten ships were glowing, signifying that they were charging for a more powerful shot.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Shiro's best efforts at arousing the girls' trust touched something of a nerve with Abel. If these tattoos, or what they meant, rather, were so important to him, why hadn't he confided in his own team? The guardian guessed that the reason lay in the team itself: they had no choice but to trust each other, so their secrets could stay hidden to one another. That didn't exactly sit right with Abel, now that he thought about it. Real teams, the ones in the stories that lasted lifetimes longer than the living people they portrayed, didn't keep things from one another. Unfortunately, Abel wasn't quite sure where to begin with himself. As he listened to Shiro's explanation of his tattoos, Abel knew he didn't have anything quite that powerful. He had managed to put the ordeal with his brother Kane behind him, after all. Abel's sudden thoughtfulness didn't quite extend to the faunus girls, however. Maybe it was the sickly-sweet smell of the suspicious substance on Abel's jacket, or the weapons sported by both hunters, or the overall situation they were in, but they didn't appear to be on their side just yet. The squirrel still jittered, obviously on the hunt for an opportunity to run, but a strange calm had come over Coral. She looked at Shiro with somber gray eyes. "I...I don't get that confidence. I don't see where your story says how it gets better. For some of us, the reason we're here isn't because of prejudice or tragedy or anything. Myrtle's here because she's got some problem with her quills. They hurt her night and day, and she figured that if she could get rid of them, she'd be able to fully live again. My Mauve used to be a soldier, but a flashbang permanently damaged his ears. Rather than making him deaf, it did the opposite. Now every little noise is agony for him. The doctors gave him pills to deaden his hearing until he could be treated. They told us how the surgery works, you know. A serum targets faunus-specific cells, like those in ears, or quill, or a tail, and makes their membranes impermeable. The faunus parts effectively die off, and tools are used to cleanly remove the dead tissue." She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked at the floor, signaling surrender. Seeing this, the squirrel girl went pale, and suddenly bolted toward Abel, thinking that he'd be too slow to stop her. The guardian guided the Ampere in front of her and she smacked into it, eliciting a short, sharp cry and the thwarting of her escape. Abel grabbed her shoulder and tried, mindful of how she must feel, to steer her back toward Coral without hurting her. Coral watched, but did not interfere. "I don't know if your the good guys and the doctors are the bad guys or vice versa, or if anyone's good or anyone's bad. We were all kinda suspicious of this miracle operation, but we decided to try it anyway. We don't have to strength to stop you, none of us but Pop and maybe the guards, so I guess we'll have to hope for the best. Amy, don't try to run. It'll all be okay." At that moment, a brown blur with a yellow trail shot from a doorway a hundred feet way or so and zipped past the group of four in the hallway. Just for a moment, as it passed Shiro, it slowed down, revealing a lean coyote girl with scruffy gray-brown hair, lovely but frightened features, eyes totally black but for yellow irises, and the word EMBODIMENT tattooed in a curve beneath an eye. Then Sienna was gone, racing faster than possible up some stairs, out of the shelter, and off the island, speedy enough to make the sea into a road. Abel blinked, not sure what he'd seen. "Huh?" He grasped at the faint yellow trail, which vanished between his fingertips. A grimace appeared as he attempted to move his wounded arm. "What now? Should we find Sapphire? She went off to follow some doctors somewhere. He glanced at the faunus girls. It wasn't often that he was the only human around. "Um, stay here maybe? From what you said, I guess there are others. Oh! We should call the Vale PD. They can bring boats and get the people off this island." As he continued, he attempted to keep his face free of doubt. "Bet once you guys tell them what's going on, they'll sort everything out okay." -=-=Sapphire and Pop=-=- A raised eyebrow greeted Sapphire's inquiry. Nevertheless, Pop smiled and quit his stance. "Oh? A huntress who'll talk with words rather than weapons? Well, I'll take it with a grain of salt...I did see what you did to my doctors, after all. But I'll take it. Just don't try any funny business. In the spirit of civility, I'll tell you what my semblance does. It speeds up the rate at which I look at the world, making it look like slow motion to me. I can't move my body at all, but I can take as long as I need to examine everything that's going on and adjust my actions accordingly. And it has a cooldown time of half a second. In the world of boxing I was known as Perfect Jones." He took a step toward Sapphire and crossed his arms. "But we're not debating about me. A great scientist, though we're not debating about him either, once said that all theories should be given to children, and that if children couldn't understand them, the theories were worthless. My ideals are easy to explain. I want to provide the option for faunus to become human if they wish. This can be either for personal reasons, as in, they think it's the only way to escape persecution, though I know better, or for physical reasons, as in, a bat faunus has hearing so acute that everyday noises give him migranes. My original plan was to devise a reverse operation as well, to make humans into faunus, but that's much harder from a medical standpoint. Easier to take than make, as they say. The funding for this project came from the savings of my wife and I, for it is my dream. I expect that once I go public, I may receive a Regal Science Prize. Is that good enough for you, miss? If it is, and you'd be willing to talk down your friends, I'd be more than willing to call off my guards."</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "For the record... I don't apologize to somebody who threatens me. Also... Nobody calls me a bitch.", Skyra snarled as she vanished from range of the anchor. While Ebon deployed his shield and drones, Skyra theatrically pulled out her two swords and only then igniting their energy blades. The blue light of the blades lit up herself and added an eerie blue glow to her face contorted with anger. "Just move out of the way, you don't want me angry, I can promise you.", Skyra warned the four girls with a threatening growl in her voice as she started to whirl her blades in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amaranth snapped out of a stupor that felt like it had lasted for months. God, how could a class ever be that boring... Course, everything always seemed to last longer when the weekend (and her date) was right around the corner. But before anything fun could happen, she had to get through her first mission with her vagabond, slapdash team that was somehow the people she was relying on to get her through this. Somehow, she felt like she was in excellent hands.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room "Well that's just peachy...", he commented. Luke immediately jumped to hold the door back, with little hesitation he slipped through the gap and out into the hallway. He briefly shuffled through his pockets to check if he got the documents, and it appears that was the case. It all checks out, but it looks like the building was on high alert too... "Alright, me and Luke are searching for an exit, see you guys soon", he spoke into the comms. "By the way Luke, we should try and find an alternate route. We can't go out through the club floor anymore", he suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane was despartly thinking of a way to find out what she wanted to know as quickly as possible. The old guy had asked them about being in trouble again, so that supported her theory of them being vandals right? While the store's name was adorable it just mean the old man probally wasn't a part of him. Thinking of how best to play her simpering role best she finally said in her airhead voice, "Oh I'm no racer though I appreciate a nice looking vehicle when I see one. I more intrested about you though, just what kind of trouble could some nice boys like you possibly get into?" Gawds if they could just confess or something already she could kick their arses. Sepia seemed to be going along with it well enough so as long as nothing unexpected happened and these guys were as stupid as they acted this should be over and done with in less than five minutes.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze--Cutting it Close As soon as Jack had slipped through, Luke's strength had all but given out. Timing seemed to have a penchant for the dramatic with this mission. Immediately bailing out from his position against the frame, he slid between the oncoming (and much faster) door and the wall, and out into freedom. Well, mostly. Door caught his trailing foot for a moment before he'd twisted and yanked it free, and he thought something might have felt something crack, but he'd take what he could get. Shaking off the potential injury as it began to repair itself, he got himself moving, feeling as though the threads of fate had been forcefully realigned by the powers that be, after some great error had passed. Forcing it out of his system, he nodded in agreement with Jack. "No way they aren't waiting for us at any of the exits, you're right." Clenching his right fist, the steely gauntlet covering it morphed (in a noticeably higher-than-normal quality animation sequence) into a drill, both a viable weapon, and more importantly, a viable tunneling option. "Know how close we are to the outside right now?" He asked his comrade, starting forward and scanning the walls for a starting point.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Listening to Rice's nervous explanation of the plan if anything went wrong, Oswald was unsurprisingly skeptical. He decided to keep his mouth shut for the sake of whatever small amount of pride the man had left, however. He was glad that the drivers at least had a form of protection other than team MODA. Carefully watching the road ahead, Oswald's eyes widened as he saw a group of trucks turned over and covered in all sorts of damages. That was no good. Turning to Rice, he opened his door and got ready to jump out after the radios went down. "Stop the truck. We need to get the Unsubtle up here for this."</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\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze -- Gambit Success! "I worked fast food a couple summers ago. Seen things you'd never believe." Luke replied with a smirk. Within seconds, the wristwatches were gauntlets once more and he turned to face the two leader-types left standing. He liked these odds much better than before. Much, much better. Stepping his right foot back but not quite bringing his guard up just yet, he scrutinized the two further. Not much to tell besides "White Fang Member a step above the fodder". Hm. So I don't know anything 'till they show me. With that in mind... "Mind if I ask what the odds of us coming to a peaceful resolution here are? I'd rather we have a chat than get our hands dirty." Two parts bravado, one part actual truth. It ended up coming out sounding much cooler than the fact of the matter. He wasn't too enthused about fighting somebody he knew nothing about. They didn't need to know, though.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort "Go around? Dude you have a giant gun can't you just blow it up?" truck driver 3 complained. The tall wiry man Marcus privately dubbed 'captain hook' given the unfortunate shape of his nose and his tendency to assume he was in charge. "Negative three. Might as well ring a giant dinner bell that we're here. I don't want to attract the attention." Macus replied coolly. His gun remained pointed at the fallen pile regardless. Optics zoomed in at the base of the quartz pillar, searching for the signs of the work of men. Pickaxes, high explosives, water cutters and their like all left highly tell-tale marks, if one knew what to look for. The thing that stood out in this case was the honeycomb of small tunnels cut through the rock at the base. Marcus chuckled when the answer struck him. "People, it was the bugs themselves that did it. I took a closer look at the pillar, they made so many tunnels at it's base that it became unable to support itself and just fell over." he said over the radio. He chuckled again, sitting up straighter. Stupid bugs got him all excited for nothing. "Mister Rice I make up only a quarter of this team. Be assured that Oswald, Diamond and Aurellius are very capable in combat as well. Anyway Oswald the basic plan for the trucks is to make a run for it should something happen, remember?" Marcus said. Had he not been clear enough in his briefing? Whatever the case, it could wait, truck two spotted something ahead of them. "The hell?" Marcus muttered as he zoomed in on their destination. The camp was surrounded by the wrecks of the previous convoys, fortified to hell and back. One convenient bottleneck remained as a pseudo entrance. This wasn't good. He counted at least seven different weapon traces in the battered transports. A fuzz entered his mind as the tank crossed some invisible threshold. "Fuckblaarghaaddam." he snarled and threw a specific switch. Instantly nearly a full half of his sensors dropped dead. There was only so much military surplus a teenager could get his mitts on even with his parents helping out with paperwork. So by necessity a lot of the after-market electronics he'd strapped on where not rated against this level of jamming. He blinked as he absorbed what Diamond yelled at him up on the turret. Okay, get a grip now Goldstein. "To sum up: Radio's gone, a lot of my sensors are shot, and the camp is a write-off. That jamming means the ambush is already started. By the time reinforcements get here either we're dead or they're gone. Instead, Oswald, Aurell and me are going to attack them from the left. You sneak around and shut down that jammer. If you can grab paperwork or anything else that points to who is behind this and how they worked." he half shouted. These orders needed to be crystal clear, no pun intended. That done he slowed down to let Diamond off if she wanted to. Further forward Oswald had the common sense to stop the trucks instead of run forward into an obvious choke-point. Marcus just prayed the drivers kept their engines idle. Breaks squealed as the tank came to a halt next to the lead truck. "Trucks, back to Vale! We are clearing the camp and we'll radio you when we're done. Oswald, Aurellius on me, we are going to bust a wall down and sweep this place clean." the young officer ordered. Implied was the order that if no word was received from MODA the truckers were supposed to keep running all the way back and get them reinforcements. Or at least arrange a nice funeral. Once the two hunters had joined Marcus he went into a bit more detail. As he spoke he drove away from the entrance, going around the camp in a wide arc. "Diamond's off to look for the radio jammer, we are the distraction. The enemy is a humanoid rebel group of some description. Check your targets! Could be prisoners or Diamond in there. For the rest, make some noise. We want all of their attention on us!" Marcus outlined. "Can do!" Aurellius replied with an eager grin. The whine of his minigun spinning up underlined his words.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond Frost - Convoy Escort Nodding at the instructions, Diamond shed her coat and put it somewhere where the tank seemed the least greased and muddied. Unlike her usual blouse, she had a black turtleneck below that was much better for moving around. And around her neck was a scarf that she now pulled over her face, praying her teammates wouldn't ask why she was carrying gear that made her look like a crook. As the tank slowed down, Diamond jumped off and headed in the opposide direction, sticking to cover where she could. Her gear was designed for the night and was quite obvious against the grass and quartz all around, but the undergrowth was high enough to hide her on the last stretched as she crept closer to the improvised wall, flattened against the ground. So far it looked like she remained undetected, judging by the lack of alarm ringing and guns shooting in her general direction. The girl slid along the wall towards one of the points where it wasn't as high. Listening in for a second to hear whether there was a watch on the other side, she used her semblance to summon a few platforms which she used to leap over the barricade. Landing on all four, Diamond quickly glanced around and found a shady spot to hide in. She recited her objectives in her head to remind herself of her task. Find and disable the jammer. Look for intelligence. Where would those be? Right, the jammer would need a big aerial. A quick glance around the compound told her exactly where to look. Intel would most likely be located in an HQ of sorts, which Diamond guessed would be too heavily guarded to access without a fight. However, where there was an antenna, there was also a communications station. Perhaps she could pull some logs off of there. Taking a breath she looked around for guards before waving between the buildings, doing her best to stay out of sight. The thundering bang as the rest of her team got to work only helped somewhat. true, some guards left their postings to go help deal with the threat, but the rest was now perfectly vigilant.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Alright, this was it. The good ol' boys of MODA were ready to tear these guys a structurally superfluous new behind. Sitting on the hull of the Unsubtle as the aptly named war machine chugged forward, Oswald put his hand over his heart, which was beating more and more rapidly in preparation for the upcoming battle. He flexed his newly healed wrist, itching to get the battle on with. He could only hope that the trucks listened to Marcus and stayed the hell away from it all. As the bulk of team MODA approached the enemy, Oswald covered his ears so that he wouldn't go deaf when the cannon fired. He was glad to have such gross power on his side, but it was way too loud for this kind of thing. Their enemy had yet to be positively identified, but that was hardly an issue. Their job was to get this dust shipment moving, and these folks were stopping them. Thus, they had to be defeated.</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\|>Sepia Russet "Are you sure you want to-" Sepia broke off as Krysthane struck the ursa. Her move was a little showy, but seemed effective as well. Intimidating, even. Sepia herself was more of a booster to her team than a hard hitter, so she was pretty sure that this hit was their best shot...to win what now? Sepia shook her head at her own forgetfulness. Ah well, it hadn't hurt anyone - as far she knew. Which wasn't a lot. "Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, ursa smashy thing." "If you can pull that off with a real ursa, than we're set."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "On it!" Diamond hollered as she gone to find the chains. She was fairly certain the tow cables on the tank would have done the job, but just in case… Getting up to the truck wasn't that much of a problem, so far she just snuck around and her power reserve was still up. Using her shadow as stepping stones, she was done in a minute. It was then when one of the guards arrived and asked for help. "Forget it. You weren't able to hold out against whatever it is intact. You're down to seven men and one truck assuming we don't send this one back home. You'd be better abandoning the site and coming back properly equipped, staying here is a death wish! We can protect you against the grimm, but hardly your own folly! Take it up with your SDC boss for leaving you here badly equipped." Diamond was suspecting something else though. It was eating on her ever since they left. Rice's behavior. No clear mark on the trucks, despite the SDC smearing it's logo feces on any available surface otherwise. And there was more. "And I've been thinking. We've been told we're carrying mining dust, and yet there was literally everything flying out of the blown up truck, and I don't see how ice is useful for breaking through rock. And what do we find? Instead you are positioned to prevent something from escaping the mine. Come to think of it those trucks aren't really marked, so either this operation is so poorly planned it was doomed from the start.." Diamond presented, grabbed the guard by the collar and pinned him against the side of the truck, "... or you aren't SDC at all." she said, towering over the bloke with a really menacing expression on her face. "So I suggest we pull everyone out of here and do over with new manegement, because this op has failed before it even begun!" she put in the air.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Friendly Fire He didn't have time to stick around and find out! Even as he had just looked up, a torrent of flame was barreling towards him, a wave of sheer heat blasting his face and drying everything out in fractions of a second. Why was there so much fire inside a building?! This place was gonna burn to the ground if something caught! With every fiber of his being, he sprung to the side, narrowly avoiding an untimely, crispy end. Very narrowly. Too narrowly. A tongue of flame managed to lick the sleeve of his near arm, and searing, stabbing pain lanced through his nervous system like lightning. "GAAAHHH!" He couldn't help it. Fire hurt terribly and constantly, even as it quickly began to eat through the sleeve of his hoodie and spread up the full length of his arm. In those moments, he forgot everything. The fight, his enemies, even how to land on his feet. One of those things happened to be a blessing in disguise. Hitting the ground on his side, he tumbled into an inelegant barrel roll, smothering the fire to a degree. Not entirely, but enough to quickly regain his senses and tear the afflicted sleeve away, tossing it behind him and letting it die of its own accord. It was right about then that his teammate began trying to bisect him with Byakko. Letting out an inarticulate cry of fright and surprise (read: "UWAAAH!" ), he sidestepped again as he rose, awkwardly kicking at the weapon during its meteoric arc to try and knock it as far from him as possible. He needed to get out of here! At least, he needed to put enough distance between her and him to get his head straight! As straight as it could get with a charred arm, anyway... Turning, running, and putting a good 25 or so feet between the two, he offered his arm a momentarily glance to asses the damage... Red. Blistered. Bloody. Skin reduced to tatters. Splotches of leathery White. Wet. An arm suffering from the effects of deadly heat, and constantly stinging just from the air it was surrounded by. Already healing, but still in all sorts of trouble. And this arm was attached to him. His skin turned a deathly pale, and he truly learned the meaning of the phrase "butterflies in my stomach". Breath coming in ragged gasps, he tried to shake it off as best he could as he looked up to the two forces of opposition still in his way. What can I do now?</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Watching as Diamond hooked the truck up to the Unsubtle, Oswald wondered how much worse things could get. Of course things could get worse. They could get attacked right here, hooking things up. They could be betrayed and forced to kill the rest of the survivors, though he doubted that would happen after the slaughter they'd just experienced. When the guard came over and asked for help, Oswald was taken aback by Diamond's reaction. "If you think staying here's a death wish, go and call for back up. We're authorized to get staff or a senior team for assistance, so do it. Our mission was to come here, stay the night and help the defenses, then go home. I intend to follow that mission. Besides, Marcus said to defend the camp. Those are our orders." Putting his hand on Diamond's shoulder, he looked at the guard. "Get back to the camp. I'll be along to help in a moment." Diamond was going too far. Whatever she had going on her head was near paranoia levels of suspicion. Yes, things didn't add up here. For now, though, it was better to find out what was going on rather than throw around baseless accusations. "I'm going to help them defend the camp. Do what you will." Turning his back to his teammates, Oswald made his way over to the camp, getting in position near the mine entrance. "Someone get me a gun and some ammo. I have a feeling my sword might not be the best thing for right now."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Growling at Oswald's [i[lack[/i] of paranoia, she let the guard go at the touch on her shoulder. She had half a mind to go out on Oswald too, but there was something else she learned. Even if it's a bad thing to do, it was more likely to succeed if everyone did it, rather than if they split up. She sighed in defeat. "If this is a set up and we all die horribly, I'm haunting your ass. Anyway, AMrcus is the only one who can catch up to Rice and the second truck and he has a radio to call backup. He should go do that, and we have to try and hold down the fort until hopefully some backup arrives." she said, breaking the lock on the truck with a shadow crowbar and emerging with a few capsules of the ice dust that were inside. "That oughta help. fighting's your part, just tell me where you want me."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Giving Diamond a blank stare as she approached, he nodded. This was their job, like it or not, and he was glad that she was willing to defer to the description of the mission, even if everything had gone to hell. "Just stay by me. I'm assuming there will be more bugs in that damned mine. I'd recommend grabbing a rifle, because getting close is a good way to dig yourself an early grave, and I'd rather not have to bury anybody else just yet." Turned towards the mine, Oswald watched the entrance carefully. "Guards, I need a brief on the situation at hand. What the hell is down there, and do you have suggestions on how to kill it?"</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Caravan Mission The messenger was rightly afraid of Diamond, and without a weapon he really didn't want to get on her bad side. Fortunately Oswald seemed like he cared enough to help, so he led the two back to the camp where he took them to the senior officer, the same guy who spoke to them before. The young man brief him about Diamond's and Oswald responds. This earned them a angry look from the officer. "Are you daft or something? Of course we're with the Schnee Company! If we weren't I wouldn't give two damns about this place and would have left the moment we set up camp here! And like I'd know what they need dust for. I'm just a guardsmen, foreman died a few days ago. And it doesn't help that we've been stuck on radio silence for the past two weeks, so it's not like we could have asked them to bring reinforcements!" Handing the young man his rifle the senior officer looked towards the mine entrance. He beckoned his hand around the camp, where there were still bodies laid about and fires burning. "The brief is that these Faunus tried to pull a coup a few weeks back using those bugs. We used to have 50 guardsmen, but we were stuck having to coral 500 Faunus, and things went strait to hell once we started getting attacked by bugs. I'm suspecting White Fang involvement, cause it's always the White Fang when these animals act up. And we can't get far from the camp without getting eaten alive by those bugs either. Saw that explosion and let me tell you, that ain't enough. At best we got an hour before a new swarm shows up, and this time we don't have an electric fence to protect ourselves, no thanks to you." The officer pointed over towards the now destroyed generator off in the distance. He let out a deep sigh and pulled out a partially used cigar, lighting it with a match. He gave it a few buffs before his smoke joined the rest of the smog in the air. "I'm pretty sure someone in that mine is using their semblance or whatever to control those bugs. It's the only explanation why they've been attacking us with tactical precision. I'd have my men go and gun them all down, but this is the first time in the last two-weeks that we've been able to step foot outside out bunkers, whereas those Faunas largely had free-reign of the camp. I don't know what's down those mines, but I'm sure those monsters are ready for us, and we barely have enough ammo to use on them. So no, I can't give you a gun either. Or rather, feel free to pick one off the ground, cause there ain't enough bullets to pass around. As for taking them all out, if you can get one of those trucks here soon I'm sure we can rig the dust to collapse the mine. Assuming that the White Fang don't come later to dig them all out, that'll at least solve one of our problems."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly EDITED BECAUSE WOOPS A THING HAPPENED</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\|>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>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Grunting as he realized that the Faunus workers were speaking a language that he didn't recognize, Oswald watched the entrance to the mine, sighing in relief as a woman came out. When he got a better look at her, however, he nearly crushed the palm of his gauntlet, he was squeezing his hands so hard. Hearing the guardsman speak didn't help, either, and it was in the moment that he saw one of the guards aiming at the unarmed, mutilated, sobbing woman that he snapped. "You're right. A show of force won't work. So I'm going to try something different." First, he reached to his belt and detached his sword's scabbard, the weapon and its sheathe falling to the ground. Next, he undid his gauntlets, dropping the armor as well. After that, he lowered his shield to the ground and started unlacing his brigandine. After his weapons and armor were removed, Oswald took his cloak from his back and folded it over his arm, taking slow steps forward before turning back to face some of the guards. "Do not, under any circumstance, fire on these people. Marcus, as team leader, I will defer to you, but I do not think these people are a threat. I'm going to talk to them, and I'm going to fix this." It was obvious in his voice, his lifeless eyes, and his posture that he was both one hundred percent serious, and one hundred percent confident that he could, and would, keep that promise. Taking a deep breath, Oswald stepped forward, holding his arms out widely. Now, he was only wearing a white collared shirt, his pants, the greaves covering his legs, and a pair of boots. As he neared the two Faunus, he carefully took the note and sat down before reading it. So Diamond was right. That bastard set us up. More blood to shed...at least it will be the right blood this time. Lowering his head so that the pair could only see the top of his skull, Oswald spoke, slowly and loudly. "I'm sorry for what we've done to you. Had I known what was going on, I'd have put a stop to it much sooner. But I need to know something." Frowning as he raised his head, Oswald looked the man in the eyes. "What happened here? Is there anybody who can speak our language?"</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\|>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> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Joyride Black hair flowing in the breeze. The wind rushing against his face. The supremely content grin cast upon his visage. 15 minutes and 200 lien later, Luke Schwarz had obtained perhaps the finest bike he'd ever known. Metallic red paint, a sturdy suspension, the smoothest tires to ever grace the road or sidewalk... Perfect. Absolutely perfect! I couldn't have asked for a better vehicle if I was the richest man on earth! ... Well, maybe a car. But that's pushing it. Stopping at a crosswalk, he managed to remove himself from his adoration of his sweet new ride, the Road Racer Supreme, and plan his next move. That is, attempt to plan. It was too early for dinner, so that was out. What was the next thing on the list, again? He didn't have a real need to shop for anything else, considering he'd brought all his school supplies and such in when he first transferred, right before the mission... A weaponry shop caught his eye. He didn't need any upgrades yet as far as he knew, but... A little browsing couldn't hurt. Crossing the street with speed and smoothness unmatched by any lesser bike, he found a public rack nearby, activated the SmartLock, and, after a few moments of trepidation and suspicious glances at those around him, headed inside.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – Vale – In front of the Armor Store It had been long day for Vega. She traveled to Vale by taking the airship early in the morning, taking a trip of nothing but sightseeing. She had a great deal of fun with it taking many scenic pictures to post on her Insta for her followers. Already her scenic photo of the different places of Vale attracted likes and follows on her page, only increasing her presence on social media. She had gotten tired though of all the walking she had to do, and try to bypass every guy and girl that tried to come on to her because of the summery outfit she wore. Vega found a bench in front of an armor store. This is a good place to relax. Taking a glance of the store and seeing the figures of students inside, she then crossed her legs and began passing the time with her phone. This usually meant looking at photos on Instagram checking Facebook and Twitter. While looking at her phone, she held a pensive look. Sarina Tala Dei – SC – Beacon – SC Dorm As for Sarina, well she was tired to. Yesterday she had to rearrange the entire bedroom to accommodate Clair and the two future team members, if they do arrive. Also she assisted VGNB in setting up their rooms, including the furniture that came from their home and was burned out. Sarina lied down on the couch in front of the television watching sit-coms, reality shows at a low volume, until she fell asleep while the television played in the background.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale - Armour Store "I see very well I will take three of these plain white ones that channel dust than please." She stated as she went to her jacket pocked to fetch the required funds. Taking out the 450 lien she snapped her wallet closed and placed it back in the pocket moving forward to the counter she waited for the man to get her requested items than look into getting that hair cut finally. Looking back at Jack she spoke up "That is all I will probably need since the clothes will be ready tomorrow but I would like to thank you for escorting me this far. Though I guess if you wanna continue more we can but all I am doing after this is getting the haircut." She stated after all she did not want to be a burden for him despite everything.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Team MODE dorm Entering the Team MODE dorm room, Oswald chuckled at the sight of Emerald tangled up in the blankets, walking over to his belongings and picking out a decent set of clothes for the day on the town with Sapphire. Unlike Sapphire, however, his casual attire was nearly identical to what he wore under his combat gear- a white collared shirt and a pair of black pants. For a few moments, he considered taking his brigandine with him, but decided against it. He also spent a short while debating bringing his sword and dust, but again decided against it. His physique was enough to deter any random fight-starters, and failing that, he would easily be able to fight off all but another hunter-in-training. Deciding that he was ready, Oswald made his way to the door before pausing and turning to his teammate. "Hey, Emerald, going to shower, then go out on the town with Sapphire for a while." Making sure that he could get back into his room, Oswald grabbed his necessities and made his way to the showers.</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\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Don't go to sleep, Lauren." BASL's leader commented, shaking her shoulder lightly. He gave Amy a half smile that managed to be both sympathetic, and if he were perfectly honest, really amused at her predicament. "I'll see if I can get something requested. It's ridiculous that you've gone so long without a proper uniform." After glancing at the assorted reactions to the idea of calculus, ranging from dismayed to apathetic, he gave a wider grin. "Anyone here done Calculus before?"</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Ermph." Lauren huffed and crossed her arms over her midriff. "Yeah, yeah. I'm awake. Hope you're happy." And he clearly was happy. Just looking at the dumb grin on her team leader's face as the reactions to calculus sank in around them was...grrrrrr. "If you start charging us for answers, I'll kill you and make her leader in your place, IsweartahGod."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Pre-Class "Ah." Luke said, not answering the rhetorical question that followed with anything more than a nod. So it was the fifty-fifty thing. Alright. Turning back to Amy, he winced in sympathy. That was terrible luck, by anyone's metric, and not to mention, it was also embarrassing! He'd die if he got a girl's uniform instead of a guy's! ... Well... No. I don't have any use for the skirt or blouse, not even the stockings! Even panties would lose their allure if not previously owned by someone! Focus, man! "That's rough. But at least you have a good explanation, so you won't get in trouble until it's resolved, right?" he asked, leaning one elbow onto the desk.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Have a little faith, Negasi. I've done the basics. And I'll make an effort to do the homework." Ben commented, leaning back further in his seat and resting his bag against his chair. Hypocritical as it was, he really wanted to sleep... Temperature was nice, the background noise was pleasant and he was tired. And then he forced himself to open his eyes all the way, shaking his head slowly." "Be really nice if this lesson was somehow louder, though."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - INCOMING! "Late! Late! Late!" A sharp 90 degree turn. "I'm gonna be late!" He practically ripped up the floor, leaving a 'Shiro mark' gouge. "I'm so late!" He barreled through the threshold of Math class. "I'm gonna be marked tardy!" Going from 100 back down to 0 was no easy task. "Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!" He couldn't really contain his fervor enough to slow down. "Headmaster Ozpin's gonna expel me!" Too distracted. "I'm gonna be expelled from Beacon for being absent!" Unrealistic, to be sure. But not in his mind. "But worst of all, Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!" He couldn't hit the brakes hard enough. "She's gonna yell at me!" So the result? Well, anyone's immediate guess would've been correct. The panicked, frantic tiger boy tripped over his own clumsy feet. In a white flurry, cacophonous racket he rolled and slammed into a group of unoccupied desks, chairs, and tables. Demolishing a section of the class and getting tangled within the mess. After the dust settled, Shiro coughed and shook the stars from his vision. Poking his head out of the wreckage, he looked around at the students who actually had good time management in a moment of silence. Breathless and chest heaving as he panted, "U-uh...D-did I make it? I-I'm not late am I?" Weight shifted and the mass of destroyed classroom in which he was in the middle of set off another destructive crash, burying him. "Oop!" A errant textbook from someone's bag solidly whacked him on the back of the head. Dazed and confused, Shiro was down for the count. His vision spinning as a riot-drunken Scoot on the sidelines managed to stumble away from the train wreck that was Shiro.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Good Thing I Have Two of These "Uh..." Luke began eloquently, breaking the brief stunned silence that had followed the tiger faunus's tumultuous entrance and checking his right (digital, and easy to read) watch. About a minute and a half to go, actually. "You're good, Shiro. Try taking it easy." he finished, flashing a quick thumbs up to the boy who, only minutes ago, he had just been in what had felt like mortal combat with. Hefting his bag onto the desk, Luke fished out a green spiral, freshly bought from a local convenience store a week prior and, until now, untainted and unmarred by graphite.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- What the fuck, guys? Oswald strolled into the classroom, scowl evident on his face as he passed Shiro's body sprawled on the ground. All he could do was look at Sapphire and roll his eyes. She'd get his meaning. Sitting down at a desk, Oswald sighed and looked at the board. This was going to be horrible. Apparently they were doing math that normal people thought was hard. For Oswald, that meant he was in for a second class of torture, in addition to his Computers class. In short, he was doomed. At least he always did well in Combat class. At this rate, that and Survival were going to be the only way he made it through this damned school.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Looking For Math Class "Bet you didn't Ci an-ything like that happening. How does it feel having terrorized half of this year's freshmen and getting a terrible grade on the first group project. Really not a people person are you?" A voice prodded at Gratia's side, said voice of course belonging to none other than Napoli Fiordilatte, Gratia's ever supportive teammate. While his own match may have been a bundle of rudeness and required next to no effort on his part (apparently Beacon's students were both rude and reckless), at least he had gotten full marks. Gratia had been screwed over by a stingy professor and prudent partner. The nature of the situation amused Napoli to no end. "That said I'm amazed by this gathering you've somehow acquired." Vignoble's sniper gestured towards the assortment of hunters locked in banter around Gratia. Granted, it seemed none of them were addressing Gratia at the moment, but Napoli did realize he had to do his duty as a hunter in training. Warning young men and women of the dangers ahead of them was the job of any stalwart hunter. "Greetings," Napoli bowed to the gathering, which of course created an amusing sight of the hunter walking backwards while bowing down with a flourish. "My name is Napoli Fiordilatte, sniper and duelist of Team Vignoble, it is my pleasure to make the acquaintance of such wonderful Signors and Signorinas. Well, wonderful might be relative, but then again, you are next to Gratia so you're bound to at least appear spectacular." Napoli jested, much to the annoyance of his teammate. "Of course now that such wonderful introductions are out of the way, I suppose I should do my duty and warn you all of the danger that is Gratia Mindaro here. Simply put, my teammate is a bit of a bitch. Thus I'd advise keeping your distance, for some might even say she's not very Gratiaous. If you all have any questions, I'm here all week." Napoli finished, with a final mocking grin flashed Gratia's way for but an instant.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Math Class Sapphire walked into the class and took a seat in the row above Team BASL. Sapphire was not a mathematician but she could follow along with the teacher well enough and as long as she paid attention the lessens made an impression. Actually doing the homework was another matter but that was for a different time. Sapphire couldn't help but listen in on BASL's conversation. She always listened to everything she could. It might have been a byproduct of being sometimes blind or just a result of her father's training. Regardless when Emerald asked which parent the team thought she took after, obviously in rhetoric, Sapphire could help but speak. "You're mother evidently. Hawk faunus generally have their wits about them." It wasn't that Sapphire particularly disliked Emerald but the azure haired girl was annoyed by how bubbly the cat faunus was. It did nothing to improve her bad mood. Moments later Shiro came barreling into the room spouting nonsense about being expelled and being late shattering desks right and left. Sapphire's herself hadn't been hit by flying desks but there was such a pile of them that she could no longer see the board. Sapphire gathered up her stuff and went to sit with Oswald who had just arrived. As she walked she said to the class. "Somebody call the nurses, Shiro happened again. Shouldn't we really just keep them on standby for him. Would save everyone some time." Sapphire set her books down next to Oswald and sat down. As Napoli strode into the room and made his speech Sapphire had just about had it. With him, with Shiro, with this whole damned day. "Yes Napoli we get it, you're a pompous idiot with a silver spoon stuck so far up your ass you can't sit down properly. Now will you please pick up a desk and pay attention to the teacher."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Beacon of Social Activity (GET IT) ... "Eh?" A regular paragon of eloquence, to the point where even the sarcastic jokes about it were stale and long overdue for some cycling out, Luke's head tilted off the center line for a moment, further obscuring that rarely-visible left eye of his beneath his bangs. He blinked once. "Er, nice to meet you too, Napoli Fiordilatte." he continued, still somewhat taken aback by the brazen insults the Vignobleman slung the way of his own teammate. "I'm Luke Schwarz, from team..." JCML... How does that even-- "...Inimical. I guess you could call me the group's close-quarters guy. Everyone here's been pretty nice, so don't worry about them." He countered, glancing the way of the Mistralese Huntress. "And while I appreciate the warning, Miss Mindaro doesn't seem too bad."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren fought down the urge to wince and breathed through her nose instead at the biting retort to the guy whose rap sheet was full of more puns than any real wrong doings or ill intent. Then...making fun of a kid who tripped? Really? No chill at all. "Some of us are trying to recuperate, yo. And hoping against hope that we can pick up on one concept out of five in this calc class before the semester ends. Could you maybe take your own advice? You giving him a hard time is just as loud as any other unhappy accident goin' on in the room."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Under his skin As much as Oswald appreciated Sapphire's commentary on Shiro and...the frustratingly verbose Napoli, he was a bit annoyed by her treatment of Emerald. It reminded him of her conversation with Diamond about having to fight other people. He gave Emerald a sad half-smile and turned to his neighbor and whispered softly to her. "Sapphire. Let's not tick off the one guy capable of talking us to death. I have no idea how he can manage to spew so much shit without choking on it." Chuckling silently, he shook his head and looked back to the front of the class.</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\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia and Sarina Tala Dei - Beacon Vega stepped out of a VTOL, "Gratias tibi ago" ("Thank you") as she looked at the male pilot over her shoulder bearing the lettered insignia on his shoulder VNC. "Haud forsit." ("No problem"). "Sumus semper pro vobis." (We are always here for you). The VTOL aircraft took off. Vega then walked towards Beacon, entering inside to see Sarina reclining on a wall looking straight at her. Sarina looked tired, weary, but always looking spiffy. "Quomodo poterat?"("How was it") ""Erat aptos mane. Non me quaerere , nimis impares notabilis incoepit cum amicis qui viderint te in conspectu tuo in ponantur Vale." ("It was a somber morning. I didn't try to make myself noticeable since it would be too odd to reappear in front of your relatives and friends who know you are supposed to be in Vale.") "Atqui uideo. Ne tradas me retineo. Nolo enim cogitare quid ad me ... bene eveniat quinquaginta sentio habere puta saltas dimidio sanguine." ("I see. Do not give me the details. I don't want to think about it since it may happen to me or to you…well you have fifty percent chance of having it since you're a half-blood.") Vega nodded in agreement. "... Alioqui quid ad te?" (Anyway…what happened to you?) "Ego et Clair habuit missio ut percutiat animam sanguinis Ogdoad sita in saltu Smaragdus. Tantum est ut etiam ad spectaculum membrana..." (I and Clair had a mission to kill an Ogdoad located in the Emerald Forest. Only thing is that it was also filmed for a show...) as Sarina made annoyed hmph. "Proiectura autem Im 'iens esse ... "("Now I'm going to be on projection…") making an angry sigh. "Quod si rem a me cave ne praetoriae repraesentabant modum te praetorium . Alioqui quomodo interficiunt Ogdoad?!" (That's the reality of being a Praetorian though I'm sure you represented yourself in the manner of a Praetorian. Anyway, how did you kill the Ogdoad?!) "Ut breviter consilium caedis initium non tunc procedit et ad Blastum intulimus discerpere possit." ("To make it short, our original plan for killing it did not go through but then we brought the Ogdoad down and teare it up") Sarina making a conceited smile. She then got off from the wall and started walking within Beacon with Vega. Vega made a small laugh. "Clair me impressa. Ea pugna par ingenio sunt in aliquo molestaretur antiquior devolvitur deficiente autem in Academiarum. Et simile studium cum telo licet multum adhuc non novi. Et utroque modo potest habere consortem pugnam." ("Clair impressed me. Her fighting abilities are on par with any other senior in one of the academies. Her semblance and her weapon are interesting though I have not seen much of it yet. Either way, I have partner that can fight.") "Quod est bonum audire. Per viam quando VGNB adepto a officium" ("That is good to hear. By the way when will VGNB get a mission?") "Quaeram Ozpin circummunire instituit. ... Etiam Goodwitch te purgavit super genus pugnae pro hodie et sustulerunt reliquias fragmentorum vestri math opus. Suus ' in cubiculum tuum." ("I will ask Ozpin about it. Also…Goodwitch cleared you on your combat class for today and I picked up your math work. It's in your room.") "Deo gratias. Gaudeo itinere cum cognovissent quia conprehensus est reversus est." ("Thanks. I'm glad though they understood that my trip back home was important.") A period of silence occurred for the two cousins until something ticked off into Vega's mind. It was important info Sarina would like to know. The two had then arrived in front of the Math class; the two reclined on wall looking directly of the math class. If one was in the math class, they could faintly hear someone speaking outside "Dixit mihi Thanilios SRD aliud quaerit quam petistis contactus membrorum familiae animae. Sed ista omnia alia Dei sui non patiuntur, putant esse remedium adhibere modum forte prospicere singularis animus. Ive'coepit nuper hodie. Quod omnis notitia habeo." ("Thanilios told me that SRD is trying something different in which they have asked several members of the family to contact their soul. It's a different but since all Dei's are afflicted by it, they think that perhaps the way to find a solution is to look into the individual soul. They've recently started today. That is all the information I have.") Sarina looked to her side and nodded at Vega. Hm…the individual soul. "Et tu ad Mathematica Class?" ("So are you going to enter Mathematics Class?") "Nequaquam ita fiat, ut suus ' forsit iens ut primum exspectabo Gratia super caput meum et antequam Napoli deinde genus." ("No, it's probably going to be over soon so I will wait for Gratia and Napoli before I head to my next class.") The pair then went into small talk.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Slow and steady was the gameplan today. Tuning out those around him and attuning his focus wholly to the math, Abel worked through the assignment with a stalwart precision, not as fast or as effective as others perhaps, but acceptable nonetheless. Whenever he hit a snag, he made sure to avoid becoming impatient, and would try a problem over from the beginning rather than trying to make work something he may have very well messed up. It was serving him decently well as the hour dragged on, but toward the latter half of instruction, his mental shield was breached by the sound of music, low now but increasing in volume by the minute. Abel cast an irritated glance around the room, frowning at the students in the area from where the music seemed to be emanating. He did not, however, spot a scroll, mPod, or any other device capable of playing such a tune. It was several more minutes, in fact, when the music had risen enough to almost completely demolish any semblance of productivity, that Abel realized that the music came not from within, but without. "Come, come, come to me I'm hanging by a single thread Come to me and save my life I can't love you when I'm dead Not the least annoyed among the individuals in the class was Professor Fullbuster. After tweaking his mustache in consternation, he said to the class, "How strange. None of the other classes could be responsible for this. Someone must be outside the building." He pressed a few buttons on his watch. By now, the beat of the projected song was beginning to shake the building itself. After his watch had been set to 'weapon' mode, Algernon Fullbuster made haste out of the class, leaving the door open. With nothing being said about staying put, a few of the more inquisitive students in the class abandoned their arithmetic to see what the fuss was about. At the forefront of this movement was an all-girl team, led by a speedy girl in red, and their curious eagerness broke the ice for some of the others to join the crowd heading out, Abel among them. Smoothing down his superb blue jacket, Abel hurried along, trying to resist the urge to put his hands over his ears. The source of the sound was leading the people toward the school's rear entrance, and as they grew nearer, it grew louder, enough to rattle the stately glass windows of Beacon.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Math Class and Beyond As Professor Fullbuster exited the class to investigate the source of the music Sapphire took a look around the room. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of point in staying in the class. She'd finished her work, and without a teacher there seemed very little chance of very assigned more. Sapphire put the half finished schematic for the device she was working on in her binder before packing the rest of her things up and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Oswald let's go check that out." she said motioning for him to join her. Sapphire was not of course the only student to have this idea, there were several others bored with the prospect of math and more than willing to see what was causing the disturbance in classes. Chief among them an all girls team Sapphire didn't recognize and following swiftly behind was Abel. Sapphire followed out after them slipping to the front of the group so she could see what was going on as clearly as possible. As they got closer and the sound of music became unbearable Sapphire pulled a pair of ear plugs out of her bag and pushed them into her ears. They weren't exactly perfect and she could still feel the beat of the obnoxiously loud music blasting in this part of the school but the plugs had been designed to block out gunshots during target practice and combat (even if Sapphire rarely used them thus) so she was spared the majority of the sound. As they got closer and closer Sapphire found herself eagerly anticipating whatever it was even if it was most likely a student prank.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- Math Class-Outside Cobalt was practically falling asleep when the music hit and Professor Fullbuster left the room. He saw everyone leaving, led by some all girl team. He recognized them from about a month ago before he transferred, they were battling some giant robot near his neighborhood. Strange, but not as strange as the music. He decided to get up and follow everyone to where the music was coming from. He gathered up his stuff and left his work with his name on the teachers desk. Just because they were ditching didn't mean they couldn't turn in their work after all. He passed by Emerald's desk and looked at her. "Hey, wanna go check out that crazy music?" He asked as loudly as he could so he could be heard over said music.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia and Sarina Tala Dei "Quod non insonuerit vox." ("That does not sound right.") "Musica" ("The music?") "Minaces verba et aedificare ad crepitantibus. Im 'iens ut reprehendo eam. Iam Fullbuster paucisque aliis studentibus . Is vires exsisto ludio ludius per fasciculum sed, ut facinore incredulus sum." ("Ominous words and building is rattling to. I'm going to check it out. Fullbuster and a few other students already left. It might be a prank being played by a bunch of students but I'm skeptical.") With that Sarina headed off, looking back over her shoulder, "You should get Napoli and Gratia for this" making a brisk pace towards the source of the music. Vega entered into the Math class, seeing other students. A scan around the room, she saw her teammates. She walked over to the aisle they were sitting at, "I'm back from my short trip back from the homeland. Let's check out the source of this ominous music" Vega said to Gratia and Napoli.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Critical Failure Once again, Oswald found himself overwhelmed by the level of math that they were expected to do. This stuff looked like specialized knowledge, rather than part of a general knowledge base. He was a Huntsman, all he really did was slash things and help people. Sure, he could understand learning history, but math? Especially this level of math?! It was absurd. So Oswald's mind did the most logical thing in the face of absurdity: shut down. His shoulder slumped, his eyes turned hollow and blank, and his mouth hung ever so slightly open in total confusion. He stayed like that until he heard the music, and more importantly, Sapphire saying his name as she made her way out of the classroom, motioning for him to follow. More than happy to abandon this evil work, Oswald followed after her. As she pulled out a set of ear plugs, Oswald's eyebrow raised. I keep my ear protection in my locker with my other stuff. Damn school making us wear these uniforms instead of our combat gear. Though we do stink to high hell after a good fight, so...maybe that's not such a bad thing.</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\|>Delta Snow En route to Beacon - Imperfect and Incomplete Delta had slept on many surfaces in the duration of his life. Rocks, trees, the cold hard ground, the majority of which would make clean freaks keel over from shock. The sorry excuse for seating within the Atlesian dropship would have to be tallied as more on the comfortable side, as the spontaneous plastic lining did provide a somewhat satisfactory pillow. Having such a flexible perk came into use very often, because of it the boy always had adequate sleep for the day to come. At least, that would have been the case, if somebody hadn't turned up what should have been faint music in his headphones. It was a miracle that he was able to indulge himself in such a hobby, it just took a few pleas to his father that rhythm helped him concentrate. Instead of sitting upright out of surprise, he merely opened his eyes at a lethargic pace and peered down to where he left his mPod before sleep overtook him. Sitting on his chest next to the device was none other than Eve, whose stubby appendages were pressed against the volume buttons. Delta raised an eyebrow at the miniscule familiar, expecting a reason for intruding upon his rest. "Ah, you're finally awake. Pilot said we're almost there, gather your belongings." Eve quickly said before jumping off of the young soldier's chest, then took another leap onto one of his suitcases. There wasn't exactly much to gather in the first place. Just a rolling bag for his personal belongings and a metal case, approximately five feet in length, which contained his weapons and dust supplies. His eyes glossed over his luggage and made their way onto the man across from him, who was currently pecking away at his scroll. It was rare to see Jerome in casual attire, usually he was religiously sporting the white uniform all soldiers were required to wear. Jerome was many things. He was a husband, a father, a commissioned officer, an endearing soul in a world enveloped by an unbalanced concoction of serenity and distraught. Already on the latter half of his life, the man issued wisdom as much as he did with orders, he might even be considered a role model in Delta's book. The man perked up as soon as he realized that his subordinate was awake, "Oh, morning kiddo. Sorry, was just reading over a few reports…" The man got to his feet, in response Delta flew out of his slump and got to attention at a cursory pace, with a broadened salute. Jerome placed a light grip on the teen's shoulder, "At ease. It's not like we're going to another base or anything. It's a big day, have to start getting out of that whole mindset. I don't want to hear from your teachers that you suddenly started saluting them at the start of every class." The man chuckled while the boy allowed his arm to hang loosely at his side, yet he still retained the same posture. "Is that really alri-" Jerome held up a hand, cutting the boy off mid-sentence, "You've been deprived of your childhood. This is the least we can do for you. You got a whole life of opportunity ahead of you. Don't squander it." As he said this, he motioned to one of the dropship's windows. Delta traced his hand and paced his way over to the thick pane of glass. He was almost uncertain in completely looking out the pane, but the sense of unknowing took over and guided his gaze to the world outside. There it was. Beacon Academy. Luckily, the dropship was an unarmed variant, or a few heads would have been turned at the sight of an aircraft equipped with gatling guns. From there, the page was finally turned. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Delta set down his case and turned to face the front of the aircraft. He could see Jerome and the pilot through the glass. His first instinct was to salute, but he suddenly paused in the midst of the motion. He glanced at his partially bent arm then at his comrades in the cockpit. Rather than completing the angle, Delta straightened out his arm and held it highly, then rotated his hand so his palm was facing the ship. The boy proceeded to move his raised arm back and forth in minute increments. Even though the glass was translucent, he was still able to make out Jerome's smile. He continued to wave farewell as the ship gradually gained altitude, all the while zephyrs grazed his face and flung his hat's straps, then veered off onto its course. Delta looked down at Eve, which returned his gaze from the pouch, "Looks like you've grown a bit, Delta." The boy stared at his familiar for a few seconds before he picked up his case and rolled along his bag, "Wonder what's with that loud music? Was there a festival on today's agenda?" Basically, Delta was traversing unknown territory. He didn't know what was in store in an academy of Vale, he couldn't help but to be left in awe at every sight and sound. What caught his eye the most was the renowned tower looming over the whole campus, a sign of modernization which still held onto its origins. Eve shook its head and let out a yawn. "Lots of students as well…" Delta was unsure whether he should strike up a conversation with one, or maybe even ask for directions. "We'll stop by the dorms later, might as well see the campus." He was kind of hoping somebody would come to pick him up, even though he was issued instructions prior to his arrival, he was lost in the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Dormitories ==> Beacon Roofs The thing that surprised Sapphire most was Shiro's complete lack of reaction to almost being impaled. It was pretty clear that he'd knew she'd seen the pill bottle. There was a certain look in his eye that worried her: desperation. It was pretty easy for her to judge people's characters and while Shiro may have been a huntsman in training aside from his destructive tendencies he was not a violent person. However desperation through anything Sapphire could ever learn about a person into chaos, back a desperate man into a corner and he could very well do anything to escape. While Sapphire herself was the one in the literal corner it was pretty clear that Shiro felt just as trapped by her knowledge of his medication. He took a step towards her, then another his strips burned into existence over his fur. Sapphire had seen those before, in the ring. As far as she could tell they served no functional purpose but they signified one thing: Battle mode. The girl in blue became uncomfortably aware that Shiro's standard combat weapons were still strapped to his back from the morning's classes while hers with the exception of the anelaces, one of which was buried in the wall Sapphire's weapons where in the school weapons lockers. He wouldn't attack her would her? She felt confident in that fact... then again they'd never been on the best of terms. Despite what she might have thought of him Sapphire's mind began computing scenarios lightning fast. Sapphire was a fairly adept hand to hand fighter. She could take most people without weapons, but then again Shiro was not most people. He was a faunus, he had superior strength and while she had faith that she could match or more than likely exceed his speed there didn't seem to be anywhere to run. The look in his eyes was tortured and fierce, like he was battling with himself, or else he was having psychotic episode which those meds where meant to prevent. In her mind Sapphire planned. She'd kick him in the nuts and draw he remaining weapon. She'd strike his face with the handle which would sufficiently stun him to allow her to make her escape. The sword and shield on his back where not suited to this enclosed space. She's escape though the window, she'd already proved that the building was easily climbed and the uncoordinated Shiro would have difficulty following. Before any of that became necessary however Shiro seemed to give up. His strips vanished and his ears flattened. He retrieved his pills and exited the bathroom without a word. Not wanting to tempt fate again Sapphire waited for him to leave before leaving the bathroom. Now knowing surely that she needed to talk to him about those pills, preferably in a public place, Sapphire decided to let the matter rest. Her escape plan had given her an idea however. The roofs of the Beacon buildings were all connected for those that could climb decently, long as you weren't trying to get to Ozpin's office. She could get a birds eye view of wherever the music was coming from and likely make it back to Oswald faster. She looked at the window for a moment before climbing over the sill and onto the outer wall. It was not the easiest climb in the world but Sapphire had done more difficult things. The dormatories where only three stories high and she'd started on the second level. Once she made it onto the roof everything became much simpler, from this position she was able to navigate onto taller buildings in the immediate vicinity without too much trouble. The tiles did not offer the best grip but Sapphire's boots had been designed to compensate for such things. She moved over the roofs like an experienced thief. It wasn't long before she found the crowd that was moving towards the music. They were apparent even from several stories up. Sapphire circled round the to the building above the crowd. After several minutes of looking she finally spotted Oswald. Given he was wearing the same thing as everyone else it was difficult to pick him out. Luckily Sapphire remembered he'd been standing next to Diamond who even in uniform kept her trade mark hat. The black hat contrasted sharply with the surrounding hair colors. Knowing her voice wouldn't travel to the ground or penetrate the music Sapphire instead sent him a text on her scroll.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Fancy seeing you up here. Here for the concert or do you just like the view?" Gren had been on the same roof that Sapphire was on, though he was rather surprised that she was able to get up here. The walls were hardly suited for climbing and Sapphire didn't seem the type to deface school property by using her daggers as climbing tools. Did she have a power similar to him? He put those thoughts aside as he walked up to his team leader. The two shared the same view of the crowd gathered below. Gren could pick out a few people among the crowd, but none of them seemed to be the source of music. Which still begged to question what was causing such a ruckus. He turned to Sapphire wondering if she knew anything about this. "I don't suppose you have any idea what this is all about, Rode?" While he was up here it also occurred to him that if Shiro was going to give Gren his headphones, he'd need to find him wouldn't he? Gren sent Shiro another message in the event that he has obtained his headphones by now. And unknown to Gren, their little team pet Scoot had been hitching a ride in Gren's bag. It had a plentiful enough space for the small creature, and for some reason or another it's telepathic semblance had some difficulty speaking to Gren's mind. It started to weasel out however when it smelled Sapphire near by and sent her a message. "Loud! Fun?"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Anime Shenanigans Wondering what was taking Sapphire so long, Oswald cocked his head to the side as his Scroll vibrated against his leg. Pulling the offending object from his pocket, Oswald was a bit surprised to see a message from the object of his inquiries. Greetings? Really? Whatever. Looking up at the roofs, Oswald only noticed Sapphire's figure after a few moments of searching. He was...frankly, bewildered. Her Semblance certainly hadn't allowed her to get up there. Was she really that agile? "Color me impressed, the other gem managed to find a good vantage point! I'll head up first, if ya really want I can bring you up, but I don't think teleportation would work well with your stomach!" Nodding at his teammates, Oswald looked back to Sapphire and took a moment to think. Could he make it? The girl was only a few stories up. He was worried that his Semblance would wonk out and leave him somewhere other than his intended target, though. While he understood most of the limits, this was a situation he couldn't be positive about the results of. Throwing caution to the wind, Oswald focused on a spot just next to Sapphire, right on the edge of the roof, and suddenly his entire view of the world shifted. He was now on the roof. Stepping forward to make sure he didn't plummet to his doom, Oswald looked between Gren and Sapphire. "Team meeting?"</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\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Outskirts of Beacon Sapphire rather resented being called mean by Oswald but now was not exactly the time to argue over barbs thrown. Besides he hadn't really meant it to insult her, he was trying to cheer up the other boy who it appeared was a lot more fragile than he looked give that now he looked close to tears. He likely would have cried if the situation weren't so urgent. When he snapped at her that he wasn't an expert in carrying dying people Sapphire rolled her eyes as she and Professor Fullbuster took the dying boy from him. "Isn't that sort of a necessity in this line of work?" She didn't wait around for an answer, it was instinctive for her to get the last word but right now they didn't have time for anything like that. Sapphire tried to keep the boy's legs and lower back as straight as possible while Professor Fullbuster kept his head steady and tried to keep his shoulders and chest as stable as was possible for an older man and teenage girl running the boy through the corridors of Beacon. Sapphire cringed at how bad a job she was doing. It was a lot better than what Cobalt had been doing but it still wasn't optimal. She really wished they had a gurney or at the very least a very long board. That wasn't really important right now though, right this moment this kid needed the infirmary desperately and it was up to Sapphire to make sure he got there. The girl in blue was injured often enough that she knew the way. As they rushed the boy through the corridors Cobalt and Oswald opening the doors students scattered out of there way. Sapphire just wished they could go faster. This boy could have a week left in him or ten seconds, they would have no way of knowing until the nurse took a look at him. When they burst through the infirmary doors the nurse came out to see what the commotion was. She stopped dead at seeing what had been brought in for her to deal with. Sapphire and Fullbuster laid the kid on a bed as the nurse called the rest of Beacon's medical team and started to do a examination to see exactly what was wrong with him. Fullbuster stayed by her side explaining the situation. Sapphire thought it best to give them some room and retreated to where Oswald and Cobalt where standing by the door. Something had been bothering her since seeing the boys face. Not any of the obvious things that would bother people when seeing a face like that. Sapphire took that kind of thing in her stride. No, it was something she couldn't quite place her finger on. She needed to say something about to just to make sure someone else knew. Maybe it would help her remember. "That word," she said to the two boys present. "The one tattooed on his face. EMBODIMENT. I could swear I've seen it somewhere before..." She trailed off. "I don't suppose either of you have an idea what I'm talking about?" If she were to ask anyone it should be her team, they knew a lot more about where she went and what she did than most people on campus. Ever so slightly more anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Outside of Infirmary Cobalt sighed in relief as the boy made it to the infirmary. Cobalt did the best he could, he just hoped it was enough. He closed the door he had practically thrown open and looked at Oswald. "We did good right?" He was questioning himself more than anything, he just hoped the kid would be okay. He looked at Sapphire and began thinking. "The dictionary definition of an EMBODIMENT is a tangible or visible form of an idea, quality, or feeling." He thought about the boy and all of his injuries. "Perhaps the boy was some sort of scapegoat and was being tortured." It sounded bad but he had to consider every possibility. He pulled out his Scroll just to make sure he had the definition correct and he did. He did a bit of searching to see if anyone else had this boys exact injuries but he couldn't find anything. "I don't know, do you have any ideas Oswald?" Cobalt asked as he put away his Scroll.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-Outside the Infirmary Sighing in relief as the job was done, Oswald took a look at his new leader and nodded. "Yeah. Honestly, he'll probably be fine. The procedures Sapphire mentioned are a standard because internal trauma is usually impossible for an immediate responder to assess, so you transport the person with as little movement as possible to avoid worsening their injuries. With that kid, though, he really just looked..." Oswald's face hardened visibly as his teeth ground against one another. For a brief moment, the air around him shimmered as his Aura flared in anger. Tendrils of darkness snaked around his arms and legs for a moment before retreating and dissipating. "This is fucking barbaric. We didn't even do this to that...."Uttering a growl of disgust, Oswald turned away from Sapphire and Cobalt for a moment. "This is sick. I can't...who would do that?" With his breathing slowing and his anger slowly turning into disgust, Oswald remembered something Sapphire had told him. "Sapphire. Your mission. That guy who was...experimenting on people. Do you think...could he have done this?" The idea was absolutely abhorrent, but he knew people could be truly sickening.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken I'm not making a promise that I probably won't be able to keep The words ran through the faunus' mind as she dutifully followed behind her teammate. The wheels on her suitcase rumbled quietly against the paved walkway, the odd small stone occasionally getting in the way and breaking through the dull note. Beryl had never known Gratia all that well. Their personalities did not exactly mesh well after all. However, now that they were on the same team the black haired girl figured that she should at least try to get along with Gratia. "Sooooo, who else else is on VGNB?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Just outside the Infirmary Sapphire rolled her eyes as Cobalt gave her the dictionary definition of Embodiment. Of course she knew what it meant, what did he think she was an idiot. That was not the problem here. The problem was where she'd seen it before. She felt certain it was another tattoo, on someone... her instincts told her brown hair but she couldn't place exactly what she was thinking of. Oswald tried to reassure Cobalt that he what Sapphire had said in the courtyard was not about him, it was simply good operating procedure. Of course Oswald was right, it hadn't looked like the boy had broken bones or internal bleeding, he'd just looked utterly worn out. To the point of complete exhaustion. Then again for all they knew he'd had three broken ribs and was hemorrhaging. It was better to play it safe. The reassurance sort of lost its effectiveness halfway through as Oswald broke down. He wasn't wrong either, what had happened to the boy was barbaric and it was sick but pronouncing those to the corridor wouldn't do anyone any good. Sapphire was taken completely by surprise when Oswald asked about Pops. It was certainly possible, the bear faunus definitely possessed the medical knowledge to do what had been done to the boy. Then again simple stitches were not difficult to do, especially if you didn't care about the health of the patient. It couldn't be said for certain that the boy's attacker had been a practiced surgeon, he could just as easily have been a butcher with a needle and thread. "I don't think so. Pops was altruistic and extremely naive. He saw what he was doing as the work of the ancients. If something had gone wrong with one of his experiments he'd more likely treat the injured than sew there mouths shut and dump them in the wilderness. I doubt Pops is..." Sapphire trailed off as something stirred in her memory. Right before she'd battled Pops (and lost miserably) there was that girl, a coyote faunus and... Sapphire struggled to remember her face. Yes, curved around the outline of her eye, the word Embodiment just as stark and clear as on the boy's face. That day had been a whirlwind of adrenaline, fighting and hiding. It wasn't surprising that Sapphire was a bit hazy on the details. "I don't think it was Pops. He didn't seem like the sort but I remember now. One of his test subjects, a girl, Sienna I think her name was. She had the same tattoo as that kid, curved under her eye" Sapphire drew her finger over the area marking it for the other two. "But definitely the same tattoo. She wasn't on the island when the emergency services made it out there either. But she had a speed semblance so I just assumed she made it off okay. You think there's a connection?"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Towards the Dorms "Vega Venetia and Napoli Fiordilatte," she rattled off without missing a single beat, her purposeful stride continuing to carry her towards the dormitories where Team VGNB would be staying for the duration of their time at Beacon Academy. Her tone was restrained and flat, the former somewhat surprising when the subject matter included the irksome fool that was her cheese-eating acquaintance. "They are currently in the middle of class." She stopped, the pit-pattering of her shoes against the floor fading away into the air as they arrived before the doors to the dormitory. Gratia reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it slightly clockwise and pushing open the wooden gate with a light click. This was where she and the rest of Vignoble would be staying, now joined by the Otter faunus standing behind her. Bianca's scent ... the smell of feathers ... that was still present, but she knew that their previous member was already heading back to Mistral for family business, leaving them with a new teammate who she was only barely familiar with. "Leave your things here," continued the Mistralese Huntress. "Will you be attending class immediately?"</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta - Just outside the Infirmary Cobalt nodded as he absorbed the information given. He knew how to carry and injured person now, this was useful knowledge. He saw Sapphire roll her eyes and frowned. There was no need to be nasty, he was establishing information in order to figure out what was going on. However it seemed as if he was missing something as they started talking about some guy named Pops. "Mind filling me in on this Pops? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." He asked politely as he looked towards the infirmary. The kid would tell them everything that happened to him, so maybe it was pointless to be speculating like this. Then again, maybe the kid wouldn't make it. That was a worrying thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly-Outside the Infirmary "I've seen people with good intentions do a hell of a lot worse than...that...believe it or not. But that's not really our problem. I think there's a connection, but you should check with Ozpin. Report on the situation, what you saw at that facility, and let him put it together. I'm sure there's a hundred variables we have no idea about." His chest was still pounding like a drum, but Oswald was at least a bit more calm than he had been a moment ago. "This is probably something well above our level. Nonetheless, I'd love to get the chance to break some skulls if we ever figure out where the psycho who did this is. Give them a little taste of karmic justice. Just a taste, though." Opening and closing his fists, Oswald fidgeted uneasily as he tried to push the mental image from his head of the kid.</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\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- History Class Cobalt put down his hand as the bell rang and he got out of his chair. He pushed it in, gathered up his stuff quickly, and left the room. He looked at Oswald before he left the room and motioned for Oswald to follow him. They had a few things to discuss regarding the team and where he stood within it.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy nodded, the throbbing in her head finally receding, granting her enough control over her semblance to force it back down to its absolute minimum level. She pulled the headphones off of her head, muttering a pained "thank you", standing slowly, waiting for her feathers to go back down of their own accord-at the level of fluster she was, they'd likely just spring back up again if she smoothed them. "C-can we get someplace else or find something that'll actually block sound? I don't know what a migraine feels like but that was damn close..." She winced again, closing her eyes tightly. "Silence would be really, really nice right about now."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops > Class "Let's make a pact..." An unfamiliar voice resonated within memory, causing Shiro to frown in confusion. Shaking his head, he dismissed it. Shiro started to grin, but quickly frowned again when he took Abel's 'psycho' comment the wrong way. "Hey! I'm not psycho...!" He puffed his cheeks out and pouted, but any insult taken dissolved away and he donned his usual bright grin. Looking to Gren, he presented his gloved fist to the two of them. "Deal on going out to eat as a team! I don't know about noodles, but pile enough meat on it and I'll eat it!" He chuckled, thumbing his nose. Ears perking, he pointed a finger at the sky as his team leader came to mind as an afterthought. "Ah, but let's not leave out Sapphire on this bro fest. We'll drag her out to eat if we have to, no excuses! Tee hee..." Math Class > History Class Sighing as he slumped into his seat in History Class, he pulled out the assignment given previously by Professor Fullbuster as homework. Leafing through the papers to skim through what was on the agenda after the day was over, his ears slowly flattened. Depressed, he scoffed in disapproval. "Come on, seriously? One period of torture wasn't enough? Agh..." He hated homework, especially relatively difficult homework on a subject he didn't quite enjoy. He knew the day was only just getting started too. Who knows what else was to come? The thought further dragged his mood down as he realized this. Whining, he let his head hit the desk in front of him with a solid thunk! Sounding like a dying cow, he groaned and complained a little more. "Uhhhhhhhgggghhhh....!" Don't get him wrong, he loved being at Beacon. Just the academics he wasn't too pleased with having to go through. At least Professor Oobleck was an enjoyable and energetic teacher. Watching and listening to the caffeine addict was enough to lift his mood. History wasn't that bad, in Shiro's book. When he paid attention with the rapt interest of a little boy listening to bed time stories, the perspective made the class period a lot more tolerable. Neatly organizing his things and placing them underneath his desk, his eyes wandered. Keeping a look out for...well, he didn't really know.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Well, uh...if we want peace and quiet, we're probably not gonna find it in a class run by Oobleck." Lauren looked from her seated teammate to the power couple, who had by now approached her and Amy. A sudden throbbing in her head reminded her that she'd meant to follow Ben's lead and take something for her throbbing face. That fight had taken a lot out of her, and now that the math class had cleared out - and the throngs of people making their way to history were starting to be let loose - she realized that she felt like absolute dog crap. "I think a mid-morning power nap is exactly what we need to keep Bastille's walls impenetrable!"</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- To History Oswald slowly raised from his seat as math class ended, bringing his nearly empty worksheet to the front of the class and depositing it on Professor Fullbuster's desk with his head lowered. The professors mostly knew what to expect out of him at this point, but the difference was still day and night. Most of the other students, with hard work and study, could catch up reasonably well. Oswald, on the other hand, was stuck nearly seven or eight years in the past academically. The most complex equations he'd solved in the past were PEMDAS questions, and that was pushing it. Following after Cobalt, Oswald tried to shrug off the bitter feelings he was having, but to no avail. This was not going to be a good week, evidently. "Hey, boss. That was pretty fuckin' wild with that kid, huh? I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bastards..."</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\|>Beryl Harken Reryl Harken- VGNB Dorm Surprisingly (and perhaps luckily) the one to open the door for Luke was not Gratia. Instead the door opened to reveal a very sleepy looking otter faunus. She wore a set of rather rumpled looking casual clothes and stared at him in confusion for several seconds before understanding entered her eyes. "You must be Luke." She said, opening the door all the way to allow the newcomer entrance. "Gratia said something about you coming over. I was half asleep at the time. Jetlag can be such a pain." She turned away and made her way over to what seemed to be her section of the four bed dorm. As she did so she started working out a variety of kinks that had developed over the past few hours. Shoulder here, neck there, the ones in her back were dealt with by bending over backwards. Her tail provided support as she looked at the teenage boy in the doorway, now upside down from her point of view. "Don't die" she mouthed.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm The door opened, and his eyes widened briefly as an unfamiliar face blearily greeted him, staring half lidded for a few seconds as her brain tried to shake off the cobwebs, or so it appeared. And speaking of appearances... Casual clothes He blinked, as if his eyes were a camera taking a snapshot. Bedhead "Ah," he began in response, filling the void of words between them after her greeting. Nice demeanor "I'll try not to." he replied in a low voice, stepping inside and ridding his feet of their shoes, placing them together just out of the way of the doorframe. Stretching in plain sight! Turning and shutting the door behind him, he felt his heart rework into a proper rhythm from the beat it had skipped. While he held no intention of breaking his status as a perfect gentleman, certainly not in regards to anybody he didn't know, he had to admit that this young woman's relaxedness even with him in the room was... Nnngh! He tilted his head back over his shoulder to look at her for a moment, before turning fully with the rest of his body. As Gratia was yet to be found in the room, he assumed he was actually a tad early. For now, it appeared to just be him and the unnamed Faunus girl in the room. Part of that situation, at least, could be resolved easily. "Yeah, I'm Luke. Luke Schwarz, from Team JCML." he responded, stepping further into the room to stay out of the door's way. Not that it did much to alleviate his standing there awkwardly, but never mind that. "And you are? I can't seem to remember you having any classes with me..." Jet lag. Something neither Gratia nor Napoli seemed to have been suffering earlier today. What could be the cause for that?</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Neryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "The name's Beryl Harken." She replied as she reached over her head, turning the tail stand into a handstand. "I'm the replacement team member for VGNB. Just got in today, hence the jetlag." A quick push from her tail sent her back onto her feet. One last full body stretch accompanied by something that was halfway between a hum and a groan and she had all the kinks worked out at last. The entire process also had the added bonus of getting her blood flowing so the cobwebs were more or less gone as well. "What are you two going to be doing anyway? Like I said before, half alseep when Gratia told me so I'm kind of curious."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm "I see. Makes sense." he replied, eyes tracking her every movement as she casually displayed acrobatic capability that most people only dreamed of. So agile... could she possibly be a gymnast? To think it wasn't so long ago that I could barely even manage a handstand... "Ah, that--" e-herm. He cleared his throat, bringing a fist to his mouth and forcing his mind to remain unilaterally on topic. Fate was playing with him indeed, but whether or not he accepted its provocations was his own choice, languid and catlike girl casually stretching out in front of him or otherwise! Stay cool! "I'm not quite sure if I understand it myself-- Meaning, I don't exactly comprehend the hows or whys of her intentions in having me come here. But basically, She, uh..." He faltered, filling the space with a nervous chuckle. He expected oddities from being at Beacon, but to say this aloud, nothing could have made it casual. Nothing could have made it ordinary. It was, by very nature of the idea and implications the discussion spawning it had held, strange. "She seems to be intent on studying my hair. Specifically, this little ahoge I've got." he finished, helpfully pointing towards the slightly curved, upright antenna that aggressively went against the natural flow of the rest of his black locks.</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>
<\|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\|>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> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms "Venetia." The curt, toneless greeting was Gratia Mindaro's only response to her team leader's entry into their shared dormitory. She was utterly unphased by the sudden interruption of her experiment; this was the other girl's room as well, after all, and it wasn't at all strange for Vega to want to return to said room after the end of classes. Probably to drop off shit or the like. Not that it was her business to pry; whatever the fuck her leader wanted to do was completely worthless information to her. "This is Beryl Harken," she added, almost as if it was a sidenote, although her emotionless tone made it difficult to decipher whether or not she actually felt that the tidbit was worthy of such a description or not. "Otter. Swordswoman and whip-user. Likely close to mid-range combatant." She had, after leading the newest member of VGNB to the dorms, made sure to read up on Beryl Harken's publicly-available record in the same manner as she had with Cian Kuze earlier in the day. The Mistralese girl's suspicions that the Faunus was an experienced sword-user had been confirmed by what she had read off the files, but the whip speciality was not something she had expected despite the obviously modularity of the weapon she saw. Disregarding her inability to predict that Beryl was a less-than-orthodox fighter, the information upon the otter's combat capabilities had been highly elucidating. It was important and essential information that needed to be remembered. And Venetia, as usual, hadn't fucking checked up on it. "We'll have to reformulate our tactics," said Gratia. "Relying on shit like Nuit fUckInG oVEr THe eNemY from above won't work anymore, unless Harken here's got some aerial bullshit or something."</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- Airship Docks Cobalt had felt pretty proud of himself after destroying the Megaladeus, making tonight a perfect night to go party. Everyone else had done well also, he hoped that some people from the class would show up as well. Cobalt dressed in his usual casual wear and headed down to the Airship Docks to wait for... something. He probably should've asked where they would all be meeting up so they could go party. On his way there he briefly thought on the situation with his team. The only real problem he saw had been Diamond's lack of trust, so at least that was done with. While he wanted to be friends with her, forcing a relationship was never healthy. "Wait, that sounds wrong. Forcing a friendship is never healthy. Yeah, that's better." Cobalt nodded to himself and walked out onto the docks. Cobalt sat down on a bench overlooking the city and sighed. The view was so beautiful. There wasn't much that could possibly ruin this moment, no sir. He looked around and saw Gren conversing with some people, so that solved the whole meeting spot problem. Cobalt waved at Gren to show he was here and went back to looking at the city.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken- VGNB Dorm "I have a few tricks to get into the air with. However it would be best if we did not built our strategies around that. My main focus is on distracting enemies and limiting their mobility so that my teammates can deal the finishing blows." So far Beryl had been quiet. She still was having trouble trusting Gratia with Luke after that whole episode and her little slip of crazy had not helped matters. She had been leaning up against a nearby wall when their team leader entered the room. Is she looking down her nose at me? Beryl was not one to judge, but when one grows up in a church orphanage learning to read other people was just something you picked up. Especially once she started helping the priests get donations. Knowing what the potential doner thought would often be the difference between new shoes for the other kids or another month of table scraps. Right now Beryl was picking up the distinct impression of a young "Ojou-sama" looking at a member of the "lower class" It's alright Beryl, you deal with this all the time. Breath, just breath and don't punch your new team leader in the mouth For now she contented herself with staying where she was and continuing to watch the proceedings with a small frown on her face.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms Vega took the one lined signification from Gratia. "I see." Vega then looked at Beryl. "Pleased to meet you Beryl," giving a small wave "Vega Venetia, your team leader." On the particular note of tactics, yes, with Bianca gone VGNB cannot fuck over their enemies anymore from above, what a shame, what a loss. "We will reformulate our tactics when everyone is here…Napoli is somewhere else and I have to get to a party soon in the city." She then looked over to Lucas, a guest in their dorm. "Ah, so you met Napoli, and yes I am with nobility stretching over to two clans" she said with pride. He probably does not know. He had a cute vibe going over, long hair, small jacket she could not help but ask looking at him… "Why does that part of your hair" as she pointed at it "stand up and…what kind of questions was Gratia asking you." Seriously, was it about his hair maybe that was the questions Gratia was asking? Only knowing Luke just now, she wanted to know the circumstances why a part of his hair stood up.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm Oh, so she actually was blue-blooded. I was just making a pun... As her next question reached his ears, he frowned, letting loose yet another small sigh. How many times was this going to come up? Ahoges weren't that strange, Jack had one too, for Pete's sake! They weren't fascinating at all, so why did so many people focus their attention upon it? If he wanted an easy icebreaker, he didn't want it to be his own hair! Let it be something else! A casual question about if they need any help or something! "This is just how it's always grown. Same case for my mom and siblings, too. No gel or anything like that." he repeated for probably the third time. "As for questions, she's really just picking my brain as to what makes me tick. Nothing that outlandish." No, what was outlandish was the context within which the questions were being asked. But that was Gratia's weirdness, not his own. She could explain that. More interestingly, something about this "Nuit" character that Beryl was supposedly replacing piqued his curiosity... "Say, what happened to the person Miss Harken's replacing?" A simple question was aired.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Unnamed Lake Quickly resurfacing after making contact with the water, Oswald began scanning the lake for Shiro. While he was only minimally worried about the Tiger Faunus, he also figured it would be prudent to stick together in case of an incursion of Grimm. The other boy seemed to take off in a spiral pattern in his search, so Oswald decided that his best bet would be to follow after, carefully checking the areas Shiro passed by. He didn't have his Scroll on him, in his infinite wisdom, so the warrior was forced to rely on his natural eyesight. While the outer edges of the lake weren't particularly deep, he would have trouble checking the deepest parts due to a lack of light and his need to breathe. He'd have much preferred to have actually talked to Shiro about this beforehand and make a plan, but Sapphire's team member had an unfortunate penchant for choosing the exactly wrong decision to make. Regardless of the circumstances, they had a job to do, and Oswald would be damned if he didn't get it done. These daggers had to have meant a lot to Sapphire, and retrieving them meant a lot to Shiro. So, there wasn't a choice to this, really. They had to find these daggers.</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\|>Sand Vespa Allen smiled gleefully, ignoring Trad's outburst. It seemed the young man had failed to interrupt them in time for Allen to make an educated guess. Not that he would have failed to latch on to the most amusing explanation he found for Trad's embarrassment otherwise, Sand knew. "Good on you, kid!" And turning back to her, he added in a feigned whisper, still loud enough for all to hear, "And good on you too. I hear every girl needs a friend like that." When did this turn into a rom-com? Sand sighed, giving him a helpless shrug. She turned, giving Sepia and her family a wan smile. "Well, nice to meet you. Congratulations on the expanding family too. Now, not to put a damper on everyone's enthusiasm, but I'd say we should go before someone gets thumped or this one finds someone else to pester." Sand grabbed Allen's arm, pulling him away from conversation with Trad's family, and began dragging him along back to the main campus. Allen staggered, stumbling a few steps until he righted himself, keeping up with Sand's brisk pace. "Don't be rude, Sand," he reprimanded, though his easy smile took much of the threat away from the admonition. She hummed. "You seem more excited than usual," she observed in a low voice. "Naturally," he answered in kind, "Can't I be happy to see my little girl?" "Sure. Nothing wrong with that. I appreciate it, in fact." Sand threw a dubious glance at him. "But something tells me you might be trying to get back at me for yesterday's change of plans." "Oh, that? Don't worry about it." He gave her a devious smile. "Rather, I'd be doing this either way. It's a parent's prerogative to thoroughly embarrass their children in public. You avoided it when you ran off to Atlas, but I'm not missing this chance." "Whether that applies to you is debatable." Allen winced, visibly chastised, and Sand repressed a pang of guilt. She should have put more thought into her answer. "You're a bit too quick to admit that," he told her. "Careful you don't give everyone a bad impression of you." You're one to talk, she thought, particularly when I feel like a mother stringing along an unruly child. If the child weighed two hundred pounds, had greying hair and was beginning to bald, that was. Had their roles reversed while she wasn't looking? That was a chilling thought. "It's not like we can hide it, either way," she pointed out. "We look nothing alike." "Bah! Details, details." The pair whispered bickering only intensified as they continued to walk. @Awesomoman64</s> <\|message\|>Grand Bestiary The Race Begins Ignorant of all that transpired in the halls and outdoors of Beacon Academy, the clocks ticked steadily onward. For some, they went about their business far too slowly. Each moment was another reminder of things lost, or of things never found, and these thoughts weighed down on their souls like shackles. Others did not acknowledge the passage of time at all, so involved were they in reunion, cooperation, or some similarly smile-bringing activity. At length, the clocks' ceaseless march brought their faces to display 9:40 AM, and the dutiful PA system throughout the campus came alive in a sputter of static. The speakers did not play in the dorm rooms out of respect for those who would be loathe to appreciate any kind of attempt to pull them into the school's holiday events. "Attention, ladies and gentlemen! Competition #1 will begin in five minutes! If you are participating, make your way to the starting line at Beacon's Outdoor Activity Center and get ready to race!" The voice that delivered the announcement was hard to place. Only a few would be able to identify it. At the OAC, a young man stood up from the stooping position he'd occupied to speak into the receiver of the broadcast device, an anticipatory smile on his face. At his full height, he ascended farther still by virtue of his massive blonde pompadour—a towering pillar of stylishness. With the race soon to start, he reached next to the portable PA receiver to grab a large, professional camera from the tabletop. As he hoisted it into his shoulder, he used his free hand to grab a clip-on microphone preset for only the speakers in the Activity Center and attached it to the lapel of his white suit. He glanced around at the people already present and, figuring that it would make a good introduction shot, shifted his camera into position and pressed 'record'. "Good mornin', people of Vale! Flax Fulvous here at Beacon Academy's first-ever School Holiday, and we are t-minus four minutes to the beginnin' of the first big show: the grand obstacle course!" He swept over the first stretch of the course, taking in its various parts. "Stuffed fit to burst with all sorts of mechanical platforms, tricks, traps, and other goodies, it's ready and waiting to put the dexterity of Beacon's most limber blokes 'n birds to the test!" Flax then panned over the loose crowd of people already present, both near the bleachers and the food tables. "And 'ere we have a sneak preview of some of the competitors, wrappin' up a bangin' breakfast and headed over to the startin' line. Who'll be runnin' the course? Who'll come out on top? Who knows? But rest assured I'll be here to cam every moment of it! See ya in a mo'!" With a beep, the camera was off, and Flax breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to get the intro done in one take, by some miracle. One would think that being lauded for his coverage of the destruction of a rampaging Ogdoad, and getting a promotion as a result, would directly correlate to greater skill, but Flax did not yet feel as if he'd filled those shoes. This morning would be as much a trial for him as it would be for the race-runners, for while they tested their limits in a no-holds-barred sprint for the finish line, he would have to keep up and keep his camera focused, all while providing commentary and not ruining his goofily professional image. Though a little nervous, Flax was mostly excited. It wasn't an opportunity many got in their lifetimes, so he was going to use it to the fullest, without worrying too much about putting on airs. After all, who could fault him for being himself? Three minutes later, the competitors lined the checkers on the ground that demarcated the race's elevated starting platform. Professor Goodwitch was in attendance, a disinterested look on her face as she stood by the sidelines with her signature riding crop in her hands. The open layout of the track provided the students the chance to look ahead and see what was in their immediate future. A straightaway lay right in from of them, giving them the chance to pick up speed. Then the ground dropped away, becoming a sizable pit that signaled a long jump. At the bottom of the pit was a pool of water, deep enough to break the falls of anyone who shorted the jump, and crouching on a disk suspended above the pool by a pipe was none other than Flax Fulvous the cameraman. To his left and right were two pairs of ropes that could conceivably be used to propel an especially long jumper even farther, and give a sizeable advantage. On the other side of the pit stood a sloped incline that, while not hard to land on, would dramatically cut the speed of any who didn't approach it right. A climbing wall rose just beyond it, which the people who landed on the slope would have to fully ascend, but on which those who swung by rope would have a chance of attaching themselves more than halfway up. What came after was hard to make out at this distance, but some horizontal metal bars could be made out by a keen eye. Goodwitch looked up from her watch. In her clear voice she shouted, "Listen up! No jostling! No use of weapons! You may use your semblance only once! Understood....? Racers, on your marks! Set!" She cracked her riding crop, its sound splitting the air. "Go!"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am) This early in the morning on a day without classes, the Beacon Academy cafeteria was a place of quiet, its usual din replaced with a pondering silence. Few students populated the ha ll, and of those that were present, they were quite content to eat their breakfast in tranquility, possibly engaging in some casual, but light, conversation with any friends that were sitting at their tables. Gratia Mindaro was one of those students that had woken early for their food, having chosen to sit by her lonesome at a table close to the cafeteria entrance. A pale white plate sat in front of her, upon which rested several lightly buttered croissants, a banana, and some vanilla yoghurt. Placed on the table next to her plate was her battered old phone, displaying its clock. At this point in time, her family had yet to arrive. She calculated the how long she would need to spend on her breakfast before properly rendezvousing with her parents for the day's proceedings. There was more than enough time available, fortunately, but she would still endeavour to complete her tasks as quickly as possible. It was highly important that she made as much time for her family as possible. Gratia quietly picked up a croissant, biting into it with the efficient movements one would have come to expect of her. The bread of Valic bakers was tolerable enough, and thus able to avoid irking her senses. She chewed for a second, and then another, before biting into the bread once more. The Mistralese girl continued to eat in silence.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Dorm Diamond turned around to face the door when she heard it opening and very nearly dropped her mug. Her heart paused for a few beats before resuming at the pace of an Olympic athlete. Old instincts very nearly kicked in and she almost bailed out through the closed window. Cold sweat rushed out on the back on her head and neck and her breathing turned shallow and quick. Her shadow shivered behind her, starting to creep up her legs without her notice, consent or command. Before her panic attack could take root though, Cobalt came back bearing a bittersweet news. The police was here to indeed take one of them into custody, just not Diamond. She mentally kicked herself - of course it would have been the street thug being caught, not her. She never looked twice the same on any job in the first place, how would they have found her? Not to mention this was Valian police asking, not an Atlesian soldier. Shadow returning to normal, Diamond went over to her closet and dug up one thing. A simple business card, plain white with ornate black letters. Turning back, she walked over to Cobalt and handed the card to him. "Call here. Don't talk to anyone until you do. The bill's taken care of." she informed, before pulling him to a hug, "And call me if you need to break out." she whispered so the police wouldn't overhear before letting go of him. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Team CODE Dorm Oswald shrugged in response to Cobalt's question about where to go. It wasn't much worth protesting at this point, he supposed: they wanted to get out, as much as he wanted to just take things slow for once. Oh well, he'd manage somehow. Cobalt's response to whoever was at the door was...disheartening, to say the least. Cobalt was being arrested, you say? He'd done some 'bad stuff', you say? He wanted to SCREAM. He wanted to get up and toss his wheelchair through the wall, then drag Cobalt with it. He wanted to wring Cobalt's neck for this. But he was so tired. So, so damned tired. Tired of people disappearing from his life without so much as a warning, tired of watching everything around him collapse like it always did. He'd once seen his Emblem as a source of pride, being the last survivor to hold the line against the forces of darkness, protecting everybody around him. Now, he was just sick of it. Letting out a deep sigh and a groan of effort, Oswald lifted himself from the chair and clapped Cobalt on the shoulder, looking him in the eyes after Diamond hugged him. "Good luck."</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\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy gave Lauren a quizzical look as she looked down her cleavage, then tapped nervously away at her phone. It was fairly obvious the brawler wasn't looking for a candy bar, really--otherwise she wouldn't have to consult her phone about it--and one would have melted between Amy's breasts anyway. Not that she hadn't had that happen before, but she figured Lauren would have known as much from her propensity to store things there on her own body. So that meant she was likely worrying about something from the night before. Some pressing concern, since she was immediately consumed by it, so… She'd probably lost something that didn't belong to her. At least Amy wasn't the one who had to be worried about having her clothes flayed, for once. She checked the pockets, then shook her head, feathers rising slightly as she did. "No dice. Sorry, honey, nothing in here. So… Either Pope Benjamin III was going to be right, or bad times were going to occur. She'd never wanted a holy man to be correct before.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost <duplicate, ignore></s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Gemba walk Diamond didn't even have to go that far before finding something that piqued her interest. Or rather, someone. The anger she was full of a moment ago was shoved in a box and shelved somewhere in her mental warehouse almost immediately. It would be handy later. For now, her attention turned to the object of her interest. Ok, Dee. You just had a major meltdown, but try to be polite. she warned herself. Slowing down and halting, Diamond leaned against the wall and looked the woman over, being blatantly obvious about it. "Can't say I would mind if you did!" Tick. Tock. Damn it what did I just say! She mentally slapped herself, Look at that rack though, I can't be blamed! … Entirely. Diamond pointed her eyes into the eyes of the other woman, deciding to see where this goes. "Didn't see you around here yet. Are you a new transfer?" She inquired after a second.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode and Demetra Rode - Corridor Sapphire was relieved that Oswald was understanding, relieved that he didn't recoil from her, relieved that he didn't make Demetra's problems worse. If he had, well Sapphire might have had to do something drastic. She was the only protector her sisters had after all. When Oswald said he was an open book Sapphire almost laughed. The statement was so at odds with how she perceived Oswald. Sure he seemed like the kind of guy that would laugh with his friends, sling back a few beers with the guys but she'd always got the impression that he didn't talk about the really important stuff. The incident after their previous mission involving the gym's heavily brutalized punching bag was proof enough that he had some kind pain he was trying to bury. Maybe he really was an open book, she'd never actually asked about the finer points of his past, about what had drove him to become a hunter beyond the circumstances of living in a border town. More likely though was that she just read him better than others. They didn't see the weight he bore so to them he was an easy going guy who could stand to cut himself some slack. As if reading her mind, not just her emotions Demetra murmured "Only the big ones." more it seemed to herself than anyone else. She brightened slightly when Oswald talked about how draining a semblance could be but a happy kind of bright, more like the kind of look that people have when they commiserate over the long work day. "By itself it doesn't cost me anything... It's just so exhausting being angry, or upset or sad or lonely all of the time. Sometimes it's easier..." She trailed off. Sapphire knew Demetra though, knew her well enough to know how that sentence ended ...it's easier to feel nothing at all. "That's a cool semblance," she said though she sounded almost far away. "Must be nice to be able to," she clicked her tongue to indicate disappearing "Whenever you like." When Oswald started talking about how semblances reflected their users personalities Demetra turned away from him. "I know where my power comes from." she said it so quietly that Sapphire almost missed it. Of course all of the Rode sisters knew where their semblances originated, with their father. Sapphire had wanted desperately to disappear, to vanish from the situation, at of the way of danger. She'd been given the perfect cloaking system. Demetra had wanted to understand how someone who was supposed to love them unconditionally could do such things and she'd been given the ability to understand everyone. And Cecily, she'd wanted to never forget. Consequently she could bring to mind every memory she possessed in perfect crystal clarity. Though she'd only given it a moments thought Sapphire sort of felt that Oswald's semblance was a result of him wanting, or rather needing be able to help everyone at once, to be able to be everywhere at once regardless what it cost him. Maybe if he put whatever was in his past behind him his semblance would change. More than likely not though, that was a very rare occurrence. In the back of her mind Sapphire knew that Demetra wouldn't tell Oswald, or anyone what they'd been through as children. As well as being deeply traumatic, it wasn't just her secret. The three of them, sisters all, just wanted to separate themselves from their father's name. Still Sapphire hoped Oswald wouldn't read anything into the little things Demetra had a habit of saying. As they approached the gym Sapphire heard the signal for the race to begin. She had of course signed up for it but with Demetra to look after and Oswald as he was she didn't feel she could simply abandon them for some juvenile games of strategy. "Why don't we head for the firing range? Gren said something about testing new weapons for Emerald, I can introduce you to her sis. She's nice... if a bit, well you'll like her."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @Kaithas @NarayanK @Write "C-C-C-Cooties!" Lauren squealed, thrusting her pelvis forward in exaggerated shock as Ben attempted his first grab at her ass. It was a little clumsy, definitely not telegraphed well, but all virgins had to start somewhere. She decided not to press him or tease him about it other than that, though - it would be way more useful to commit it to memory and use it against him in case he ever ran for elected office in one of the Kingdoms. Poor Costa Negasi, whose lustrous coal-black hair had nowhere near the amount of silver streaks in it that raising Lauren should have imparted, was rolling her eyes from beside Sangue. "So," she asked politely as her daughter continued chattering with her teammates, "San...gue? You must be the quiet one of this gang, child. I know my daughter can be overbearing when she's trying to coax people into hanging out. Do you have an okay handle on her?" Meanwhile, Lauren was shrugging off Amy's apology with a flippant wave of her hand. "Ehh, don't sweat it. Like Cap said, I always keep candy in the dorm!" It was an obvious little lie, compounded by pulling out her Scroll and tapping out a message, but the less Amy knew the less could be used against her in court someday. `Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1] Message: Ta-da! Found it! It wound up in my lingerie order hahaha ;D I've already put your finder's fee onto the card so no sweat on that end! Give it back to you when I see you???` "If Pops hasn't eaten it all already, anyway..." she groused, putting her Scroll up and sticking her hands in her pockets as they neared the dorm. There was no one standing outside BASL's doorway, but it seemed that the dorm across from theirs was getting a lot of traffic. They were some Mistralian transfer team, a bunch of bad bitches that Lauren had noticed around school once or twice, but the gang outside their door was positively eclectic; a young man with dark crimson hair in a scruffy sky-blue jacket who looked like he was barely Lauren's age was conversing animatedly with some middle-aged aloha-looking motherfucker to the right of the door, while on the left a glamorous blonde woman was hugging one of the Mistralian students, a purple-haired bombshell who was wearing one of the cutest non-BASL pouts around. "--just give her some time, Evan," the blonde woman was saying, cheerfully stroking the student's hair. "Viv doesn't know how to handle people that well, even you. Even herself. She'll come around eventually." "Y'promise?" "I promise, sweetie. It happened with her father, too, you know. The apple never falls far from the aspie, Evan--" Lauren tuned out of the conversation after a couple seconds when she realized her father was probably taking advantage of her distraction to ransack some more of her stolen swag, and the boxer took point on opening the team's dorm, barreling right in before the door was even fully open-- --and finding no one. "Pops, I know you're in here, you old motherfucker!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue stared at Lauren thrusting her hips forward. As she continued to follow her friends around, her silence came to a brief end when Lauren's mother spoke to her. It was apparent that Sangue did not speak as much as the others had in the team, though Costa seemed more interested in what Sangue thought of her daughter. She softly glanced between Costa and Lauren, her expression remaining idle and her lips sealed as always. A handle was... something that you could take a hold of. Lauren did not seem to be the kind of person who'd hold back, with few people knowing how to moderate her sometimes ambitious courses of action. Lauren was a very exciting and happy person, and it was impossible for Sangue to think about stopping that. Being as honest as she could, Sangue turned to Lauren's pretty mom as she answered, "I... do n...ot. Bu...t... I do n...ot... mind..." Sangue's orange-red eyes traced Costa once more. The more she looked at her, the more she realized the things that made her daughter resemble Costa. It wasn't just their looks, but some of the more personal traits. Turning to Lauren's direction, she noticed a couple of other people across the BASL dorm. Her attention to them fell apart when Lauren burst the dormitory door open. She quietly followed Lauren's lead. @Kaithas@Plank Sinatra</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Corridor Oswald nodded and let out a small sigh when Demetra mentioned how exhausted her Semblance made her. "I know exactly how you feel, about being overwhelmed by emotions. I lost a friend to something like that. He...chose not to feel anymore. I just wish there was more I could've done for him. We all saw it coming, but...he just didn't want to keep going." Taking a deep breath, Oswald quickly dragged his finger over his eyes, making sure that he wasn't crying again. "Sorry, I'm just...not fully over it. He was a great guy. One of my teammates, before Beacon." Oswald gave the pair a small smile, trying to keep his spirits high. He knew that he'd need to if he wanted to survive the next week without making his injuries worse. "As for my Semblance, it is pretty awesome, but it's also physically draining. It takes a chunk of my Aura every time I move, though that's usually preferable to letting somebody else get crushed by an Ursa." He didn't pay much attention to the tone of Demetra's voice, mostly because he felt he understood where she was coming from. She reminded him of Blaine, during that last month. It hurt to be reminded of that, but Oswald knew better than to blame the poor girl for inadvertently bringing up bad memories. "The firing range, eh? Sure, I'd like to see what he's put together for her. I just hope it's not too ridiculous, the last thing we need is that girl wielding something like what he has..." As the thought of Emerald trying to use Gren's weapon crossed his mind, Oswald smirked and shook his head. "The Academy would be a pile of rubble within a week, tops." of Seraphs</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\|>The Phantom The sound of Lauren storming through a hallway caught her attention, though regardless of how quickly Sangue reacted, she wouldn't have been able to say "Hi" to her before the Negasi picked her up wildly. Sangue blinked, her eyes slightly wider than before. As Lauren excitedly spoke to her like she was ready to take on anything in the world, the red snake wondered if she should tell her that she could walk. After her Grimm Studies class, however, it felt nice to have the warm and bubbly Lauren pick her up instead of a cold, slithery vine of a giant angry plant attempting to throw her around. So she softly answered with a short "Yes" and a slow nod. Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Stop! Drop! Dodge Those Thots! Lauren threw her head back and laughed at Sangue's tentative answer. With her teammate on her back, Lauren picked up the pace on her way to Survival. It was clear that, as much as she enjoyed the material, she had been chomping at the fucking bit to slip out of Armory. Straightening up her shoulders (and careful not to push Sangue's head through the ceiling) Lauren released the faint sigh that had been stuck in her chest and grinned up at the snake. "Sangue, love of mine, don't you ever get involved with women," she admonished, with a roll of her vibrant green eyes upwards to meet Sangue's. "'Cept for me, obviously. The rest of 'em are all the damn devil. They don't mean you not an ounce of good will. If I didn't have to be gay I wouldn't be. Well, I would be. I hate dicks." This was dumb. What the fuck did Sangue even think she was talking about right now? "Just stick with me, Sangue!" she course corrected with a glowing smile. "Together we'll survive all that the thots of the world have to throw at us, yeah? Ooph, watch your head here, babe, don't want to knock you out." Lauren ducked down as she entered the hall where Estelle Nuit - God damn, look at this bitch living her best life, dat hair! - had taken over Survival classes at...some point? She didn't know when. Lauren had never taken a Survival class before. She'd learned quickly it was hard to concentrate on PE with Ben and Luke around to play off of (and play with) and she went to the gym enough during her free time with her student privileges that she could afford to leave her darling Cap alone for another class period or so. Survival had seemed like an easier take. She'd been surviving her whole life all over the world, right? Easy A. As if she would flunk me. Plopping Sangue down into a seat towards the front of the class, and quickly scooping up the one beside her, Lauren was halfway towards plopping her jacket down onto the desk as a makeshift leather pillow when she realized someone had left a cupcake on her desk. On every desk. Oh, Stella, you make it too easy. Lauren cracked her con artist's grin down at the confection on her desk. Now how the hell do I make this look most like a nipple...</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd @HereComesTheSnow Flying was something else. Not flying in an airship, actually flying. Not something Ben would ever had the ability to do himself, but Bianca Nuit made it look easy. And tagging along for the ride, he could get a glimpse at that, too. He had dropped out of an airship without any sort of parachute under similar circumstances, using the force from that terminal velocity to achieve a decisive strike on an immense enemy. His heart had raced, adrenaline pumped, and it had felt like nothing else. It still wasn't anything like this. Bianca wove in and out of attacks with ease, changing course and altitude in ways that made him feel his stomach moving around. It took some time to adjust to that, to get used to the rapid changes and the fact that he had absolutely no control over his own trajectory. One hand maintained his grip on the Faunus girl, because falling would really suck, but the other was on Joyous Guard. She was doing a fantastic job of keeping them away from the vines but there were simply too many of them. He couldn't do a lot, not while he was a passenger, but run interference? That he could do. The blade shot out here and there, batting aside or biting into any tendril that got too close. Anything that dared to threaten their forward advance would be evaded or eviscerated, without exception. It was a comfortable rhythm, almost, once he got settled into it. He had to trust that she could keep them in the air, and he did. Nuit might have seemed uncertain and meek before the fight started, but she was holding her own. Even better than he'd thought. If she said she could do it, she could. No doubt. Between them no tendril could really get close, no matter how hard the DIonaea tried; and it was trying. The rest of the battle had faded to a dull din in his mind, something beyond the screen imposed by the writhing plant matter; he could no longer really see the others, or he had no time to see them. From up here, there was nothing he could do anyway. He had to trust that they could hold their own, just like he had to trust that Nuit could fly. When her wings enveloped them, he had to grin. Any other time the exhilaration might have made him laugh, but all he had time for was a grin. But they couldn't get close, not close enough to strike. The Dionaea was making sure of that. Evasion and defense could get them close, but not close enough. … "Throw me." "What?" "Throw me." Ben pointed with the Joyous Guard's tip, deciding it'd be clearer than trying to explain. He cocked his head a little, flashing the Mistralian girl a cocky grin. Bianca's eyes widened a little when it clicked, until surprise was replaced with a matching grin. A lot of things happened at once. Bianca got as close as she could, made sure she had a line of sight on the main trunk, and threw. Her arm was bolstered by her Semblance, hurling the Redwood boy forward and down. Ben channeled his Semblance into his arms and shoved off from his grip on Bianca in the same direction, gripping Joyous Guard with both hands and drawing it in close and parallel with his body. He became a spear. A spear thrown from on high, hurtling towards his target like a bolt of lightning. Both Semblances sped him up well beyond what gravity alone could ever have done, his blade cutting through air resistance like it was nothing. Their monstrous foe seemed to have realized, at the last moment, what was happening. It went after Bianca with a vengeance but the girl was already evading, breaking off the attack with her job done. She didn't retreat, she harried the Grimm on her own, but it was Ben that really drew its attention. It tried to bar his way with vines, but even the thickest tendrils did not even slow his flight. The air ripped at his face, buffeted his air, and streamed through his uniform. It could only have been a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. Joyous Guard's inertia alone could have carried him through the Grimm's hastily improvised defenses, it was like a freight train in motion, but the slain tendrils still battered against him when he tore through. The Grimm was silent or he might have thought the roar that ripped through his throat belonged to it. Joyous Guard's pommel braced against his palm, leaving no room for the weapon to slip off course, his Aura gathered for impact, the cacophony of battle drowned out in the blood pumping through his ears- In an instant, the tip of his blade struck true; buried to the hilt. *** There wasn't anywhere near enough time between classes. Not when you needed to get from one place to the next, try and deal with the fact that your shoes were soaked, and catch your breath from the last one. Still, he was looking forward to PE; he knew Luke was there, and he hadn't gotten to spend any time with his friend since the mission at the refinery. There was no dealing with his pants, not without a trip back to the dorm, but he needed different shoes for gym anyway. The uniform shoes were classy, but athletics practical? Less so. Grimm Studies to the gym was a bit of a haul, and he'd had to waste some time changing shoes and grabbing his stuff from the classroom, so he had to cheat a little; a little help from his friend Deinamig got him there with a minute to spare. He jogged into the room with Joyous Guard returned his his back (and returned to a shield, no sense hauling a huge sword around) and his jacket tossed over one shoulder. He wasn't worried about explaining the state of his hair, or why his pant legs were soaked. Anyone who'd ever heard of Port would understand. He came to a halt next to Luke, once he picked out the Shiroyaman kid at his usual spot. "Hey, man." He greeted, taking a pause for a quick breath. "Good to see ya."</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly, Emerald Felicia and Annebelle Valentine- Arrival at Survival As Armory class ended, Oswald stood up with his meager write-up on what the group had done for the class's duration. They'd gotten quite a bit done, actually- both Igneus Iudex and Brookeborough's Vengeance were practically complete, with only minor tweaks and modifications needed to make them as effective as they would need to be in combat. The Aegis, on the other hand, was still a bit behind on production, owing to the difficulties of producing a stable, scaled-down version of the shields that protected the stands in Amity Colosseum. Still, it had been a good class. Oswald handed his write-up to Professor Chatsworth, then waved to Emerald and Anna that he was ready to go. Emerald grabbed his belongings and Anna followed along, joining them in the next class as well, but not exactly familiar with the school's layout. As such, he'd suggested they all go together. It had the added benefit of allowing Oswald to slow down a bit and not feel as bad about his injuries. He was just chatting with his friends, was all. A few jokes passed between the teammates, and more than a few moments of silence that felt a little uncomfortable, but soon enough they'd arrived at the Survival classroom. And....there were cupcakes on the desks? Scowling, Oswald leaned his cane against a desk and grabbed the cupcake, inspecting it. "What the hell...? Why the hell are there cupcakes in a Survival classroom? This is just...empty calories?!" His protestations were somewhat muffled by the fact that the cupcake was now missing half of its delicious, fluffy body. Looking at the cupcake, then at his teammates, Oswald frowned. "What? If anybody needs these, it's me!" He gave a crooked smile but didn't laugh. That...would probably hurt. Turning to what he recognized as one of the seniors, Oswald cocked his head and swallowed what was left in his mouth. "Why are there cupcakes here? And where's the professor?" The question leaving his mouth was immediately followed by a cupcake entering it. A man needs his calories.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</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> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Ugh, naïve idealists..." Diamond rolled her eyes. If the cops were ineffective - which she could testify to - then they should be laid off and replaced. It's a job to protect the people, not charity! Somebody should have thought of a hunter going rogue by now and recruited a few equal fighters to the force the. But that'd be too much to ask of someone paid from taxpayer money. Not that she paid much of those thus far, but seeing how it would have been spent, she had no regrets. Swinging her legs over the bench, Diamond got up. "Too much everything nice and not enough spice around here. I'll go see how boss is doing lest I start to have positive karma by exposure." she said, summoning her cane and giving the table a tip of the had before turning on her heel. She had to turn back to see what the crashing sound was, only to see a guy on the table. "I didn't know the school provided strippers, plus ten points!" She said, gave the people at the table a tip of the hat and promptly left the room before she caught the crazy, heading towards the infirmary to see whether Marcus was discharged yet.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Treatment of Marcus' concussion had taken some time. One of the staff had a semblance that let her slowly 'move' injuries at the cost of making them worse. Thus instead of a scrambled brain Marcus now sported a thoroughly battered arm that he had to get treated for. As for his broken trio of ribs, there was nothing that could reasonably be done about those other than a little something to take the pain away. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to sneeze, it hurt to breathe too deeply. The school staff had been kind enough to give him a work packet for what he assumed was elementary basics. At least, from a brief glance through the maths was so easy that he couldn't imagine it was anything else. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he was simply good at maths, then the sneer on his father's face appeared in his mind. No, it was impossible he was good at something. The problems he encountered perfecting Unsubtle ranged from mapping stress and strain effects to compensating for the Corioliseffect caused by Remnant's rotation in space, and obviously if Marcus could do those anyone could. The history material was slightly more complex and would require some study. It was not his strong suit though he enjoyed the stories of the exploits of past heroes and generals. He would have continued to rifle through the paperwork some more but by then he had reached the cafeteria. Well, it could wait until he had something to eat. To his suprise the door opened for him as Diamond stepped out. "Oh hello. Lunch is done already?" he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni`s responses to the teachers comments were a simple, yes sir, thank you sir, and I understand sir. He still paid attention to the teacher, but it was that, I'm listening, but not really type of deals. Although some of what the teacher still surprised him. One of the teachers had said good things about him of all people. He felt a twinge of pride in that, although it was quickly snuffed away by the detention bit. Geni simply smiled and saluted the teacher as he got ready to walk away. "Detention, no problem!" he smiled as he brought his hand up to his forehead. Geni shuffled past the teacher and walked away without glancing backwards. Geni smiled as he walked into the class room. He would only suffer detention, that was a punishment he could live with. Geni went straight to his desk and noticed that his weapon was on it with a note pasted to it. It was a not on how to fix his weapon from Ivan, he frowned at that and crumpled it up and stuffed in his pocket. He was grateful for the help but he had not intention of fixing Ragnorok what so ever. Geni took a seat on his desk and grabbed his scroll. Everything know felt kind of awkward for him. He felt some eyes on him but not judgmental, which was a plus. Geni looked at the time on the Scroll and prayed for this class to end, but it did not look like to was going to end for a while. Geni glanced back at his weapon and smiled, this was the perfect opportunity to figure out what would replace old Ragnorok. He grabbed his old note paper and turned it over, he grabbed a new pencil and started to sketch. He drew a rough sketch of a gauntlet that encompassed the hand, and on the fingers were claws, like a lions, or any other clawed animal. He wanted to incorporate Dust, but he had not idea how to do so. He did not have a lot of practice using it so he was stuck. Geni raked his hand through his hair in frustration. "Were can a man find a qualified Dust expert at." he mumbled to himself as he leaned back in his seat.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Hallway Once Professor Chatsworth was sure Sapphire was out of earshot he invited Geni to walk with him as he talked. Sapphire followed, at a safe enough distance to avoid a collision but close enough to hear what they were saying. After listening for a time Sapphire decided she liked Professor Chatsworth. He was understanding but firm and his lecture was mixed with enough sympathy to stop Geni from doing anything foolish while it was still harsh enough to make it clear that Geni had made a huge mistake and it was not to happen again. Geni for his part was giving the Professor, yes sirs, no sirs, sorry sirs, he was probably listening but not really paying much attention it wasn't an unfamiliar position for Sapphire herself. When it became clear that the conversation was wrapping up Sapphire decided it was time for her to leave. It wouldn't be good if when Chatsworth got back to Armoury she wasn't there. She briefly considered stopping Geni to talk but then thought better of it. She would have to reveal the trick behind her semblance to explain how she'd listened in and nobody liked being told off by a teacher let alone having another student listening in. Besides Sapphire didn't know Geni well enough to know if he would turn her in to gain favor in the eyes of the Prof. She made a dash for the Armoury class which her ribs didn't thank her for. By the time she got there each breath sent a twinge of pain up her chest and she was breathing a little harder than she would have liked. But she'd made it before either Geni or Chatsworth so that was a blessing. Sapphire took a seat at the back of the class next to Amy and spent the next several minutes calming her breathing. It wouldn't do to be heaving like a stallion after a race when Chatsworth came back. Geni returned a few minutes later and Chatsworth a couple after that. He gave the class a speech about dismissing anyone who caused this kind of trouble in his class again before the bell rang. As the student started to back up the Professor looked at a couple of his robot drones before asking Sapphire why she had not returned to class when he specified. Sapphire's blood froze, busted. Of course her semblance could protect her from detection but it couldn't place her where she was supposed to be while she was sneaking around. The drones of course, why had she not considered that they had video capabilities. She needed a lie to cover herself. She couldn't exactly tell the teacher the truth. Where might she have gone instead of back to class, think think. Something popped into her head. Sapphire projected a guilty smile to the Professor, had to really sell it. "Well I sort of figured there wouldn't be a whole lot going on in class without you there and I didn't get to finish lunch... so... I stopped by my dorm room to pick up some snacks." As proof of this Sapphire opened her violin case and removed a plastic bag about half full of apple slices. It had been there since lunch yesterday but the teacher didn't need to know that. She shrugged "Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Grimm Studies "S'up", Jack was there, at class, albeit very very late. He only arrived in time to see some guy take out a Grimm. Smiling like nothing was wrong, he was late due to the fact he saw this absolutely marvellous cake the other day and thought he had the time to eat a slice, but sadly that was not the case. He did come up here straight from the city though, so he was actually here a lot more quickly than most would ever manage. "Sorry about being late teach, but there was this absolutely amazing cake I think you should try. Chocolate fudge with a strawberry, with layers of milk chocolate and chocolate cream inside with a malted base. Jersey Road, right next to the main shopping street, small store, called the "Sweet Dreams Emporium", great bakery", he said, arm motions and everything, all rather fast too, but still able to be understood. "Or... Is that not the time for that? Okay. So what'd I miss teach?", he inquired, bringing attention back to the class.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus met Ivan's eyes with an even stare, simply nodding once in acknowledgement before he returned to his notes. A short while later a message landed in Marcus' inbox. The content was certainly interesting. Marcus could not help it and smiled a little as he imagined the increase in firepower. Then he frowned as the heat issue was addressed. Drat, and he already had to limit his rate of fire with unmodified shots. "Bored now." Marcus got up from his seat, scroll in hand. As he strode over to the Unsubtle he paused at Oswald's desk. The man had tried to stop the violence before it could get out of hand. Even though Marcus found the root cause of the whole argument trivial, his teammate's behaviour was commendable. Much better than his own on reflection. "Well done just now." he complimented Oswald. Understatement right there. Still it was the best he could think of. He moved on to the actual maintenance area. In the meantime he mentally sketched out some ideas via his scroll. An advantage of his semblance was that he could literally design at the speed of thought, his very spirit converted to the raw ones and zeroes computers worked with. By the time he had walked the length of the classroom his little CAD session was already finished. Right then, time to get to the fun part of class. In the little romp through the forest the previous day something got stuck in the rear left drive wheel, and it was time to find out what. A wrench appeared from his bottomless belt pockets, and he got to work. "Say your prayers little one Don't forget, my son To include everyone~"</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</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> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE Two miles was easy. He did more strenuous runs on the cool mornings in Vale, where he could get hour-long jogs around the city with little concern for the impending day. He started slowly, then began to increase speed with every lap, his long legs helping him outpace nearly everyone who wasn't trying exceptionally hard. As he ran, his thoughts drifted back to the disastrous Armory class and the comment that the daughter of the general had made: He'd gained quite a number of enemies. Ivan frowned through his carefully regulated breathing.Enemies implied that they'd go out of their way to hurt him. Which meant that between the teams at Beacon, there was now a rift. Which meant- He nearly tripped as the person ahead of him stumbled and fell, shaking the would-be athlete from his thoughts. A quick glance told him that it was Sapphire, and that she was in pain. Ivan, against his better judgement, slowed to a halt next to his irksome classmate with an expression halfway between concern and annoyance, carefully keeping just a bit out of the injured girl's reach as he knelt down, lightly panting from the exertion of his run. "Hey, you alright?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad – Basic Training Practice As Trad looked over the rifles, he felt the ground begin to rumble. Was there a tremor hitting the school? No. No it was a tank. Someone was literally driving a tank on the practice ground. Forgetting about the rifles, he walked over to the now parked behemoth. "Well, I guess you won't be having much trouble going through the obstacle courses." He remarked looking over the vehicle, stopping when he saw the mounted weapons, "Or the shooting range for that matter." When Professor Iderson spoke, Trad turned to give her his full attention. While she spoke and looked calm, her words were far from. Ground rules, prohibition of semblances, and zero tolerance for quarrels. While he didn't expect to get in a fight, from what she said it sounded like the Armory class already had. As for his semblance, that was only needed for emergencies anyway. Iderson then turned things over to her aid Esther. Esther and Goodwitch must have attended the same intimidation seminar, her stare alone was almost enough for Trad to stand at attention. Then she spoke. Her voice shook the ground more than the tank! Every word felt like it forced itself into Trads mind and imprinted so he would never forget. As she finished he turned his gaze to the obstacle courses. Trying to determine which one he'd do best at. Or better yet, actually complete.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel -=- Survival So intent was Abel on finding the Survival classroom, that at first, he missed it. When he reached the edge of campus and found only a quaint, decrepit structure that should have been condemned, he was momentarily confused, and skirted around the rustic building to see if he wasn't missing something. Out here, the bell that marked fourth period's inception was somewhat muted due to distance, and in any case Abel was beginning to acclimate to it. A bird, twittering furiously, shot out from a hole in the architecture as the guardian rounded a corner, causing him to jump. He watched it go, identifying by its red breast that it was a robin before peering into the hole it had flown from out of curiosity. Once again he was surprised, this time to find out that the rickety building was in fact occupied. "I'll be..." he muttered, and hurried to find the entrance. In a way, the setup of the Survival class was far more welcoming than the other, more official classrooms. Neglected architecture, bare facilities, and ragtag supplies were the conditions that Abel and all the hunters-in-training could expect out in the field. Having a classroom that embodied these conditions proved that the teacher certainly knew his stuff. As Abel entered, using the Ampere like a walking stick, he spotted the professor and examined him briefly. Rather than the usual sort of formal wear prevalent with other teachers, Mr. Vorosky was outfitted in what looked like full combat regalia, complete with camouflage and enough small pouches to carry a two-course dinner. Sure, it was strange, but it made the guy seem real, down to earth, even. The professor must have felt Abel's eyes on him, for he briefly addressed all the students. Abel nodded and sat against one of the vertical pillars holding the building together. Under normal circumstances he might have been interested in the canned food, but he had finished a hearty salad only an hour and ten minutes ago, so he declined Vorosky's offer. -=-=- "Believe me when I say that these don't add up," Fullbuster insisted. He lapped a hand against the papers laying on Ozpin's desk before reaching up to tweak his mustache. "Sure, he did well during the initiation ceremony, but here's a difference between failing a test and being given a second chance, and cheating a test and letting the cheater get away with it. "You don't need to tell me," Ozpin's expression was a mixture of resignation and irritation. So much drama in such a short time wore away at even his steely nerves. "I hate to deny a student his dream, but an obsession with being the best is unbecoming of an individual willing to forge his own documents to achieve it. I'll make the announcement." Across the school, the intercom system suddenly went online, and through the speakers reverberated the smooth voice of the headmaster. "Indigo Kafka, please report to the principle's office. Once again, that is Indigo Kafka." Ozpin pushed himself away from the speaker on his desk, switching it off. His sigh caused the documents to stir, as if fluttering like a trapped moth to free itself. "At least now we finally know what to do with poor Miss Russet. I believe that Solomon is with her now; call him on his scroll and have him bring her in, please. We'll get her schedule finalized and station her on team Silverpoint in Indigo's place. We're going to have to change the team name, unfortunately, but at least we caught it early this time. Perhaps Silverfish would work." Algernon Fullbuster nodded, leaving his mustache alone at last. "I'll let Solomon know. I had better get back to class. Knowing the kids, they'll try to invoke their fifteen-minute rule. Funny how no matter how generations I tell, there still is no such rule. Farewell!"</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia - Arriving at practice. A young, brunette faunus approached the practice range quickly, hoping she wouldn't be late to her first class at Beacon. She grinned excitedly at the thought. Imagine that! Her, a student at one of - no, the best school for aspiring huntresses such as herself. The idea seemed to add to her already infinite energy, and she arrived in front of a young woman in... some sort of armor? Tilting her head respectfully, Sepia apologized for her apparent tardiness. "I'm sorry that I was late, professor. I just received word of my acceptance and came as quickly as I could." While waiting for a response, Sepia mentally compared her attire with that of her superior's. Battle armor and an expensive, short, frilly dress. Oh well, at least she'd remembered to bring Orthus.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus blinked as he recognised the professor's voice and immediately swallowed dryly. "Yes ma'm." Marcus acknowledged her commands and dismounted. One of the other students, a new face with striking emerald green eyes, made a remark that caused him to wince. "Yeah, funny you should mention that." Marcus replied uncomfortably. The entrance exams obstacle course was a prime example of a challenge still based around the idea of hunters as purely infantry. The rules had only specified that participants had to stay inside of the bounds and complete the course in whatever way they saw fit. While many an obstacle had been designed with more than one way to overcome it, 'complete obliteration' had not been one of them. Probably. Outside of miss Iderson, the other referees were too busy frothing at the mouth or staring at the wreckage to give Marcus a straight explanation about that particular detail. He had not stuck around long enough to find out the specifics. Once miss Iderson confirmed that he had passed he promptly vacated the area before the other referees could strangle him for what he had done to the course. He still did not know if he was even allowed to go back there anymore. Still rather than dwell on the past it was time to get himself a rifle and start the lesson. Marcus felt more at ease inspecting the weapon, checking if it was loaded or not and other busywork. Not that the heavy bolt action needed attention. Gunmen often joked that this particular design was dreamed up by two drunks on the back of a napkin. Simple, reliable and with enough oomph to knock an Ursa on it's ass with just the shockwave of the bullet. Armed once more he stood at the ready for further instructions.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet "Sure thing, Professor!" Sepia replied cheerfully, and with that, she turned and sprinted in the direction of where she'd been told that her locker would be. The sound of angry yelling reached her from the way she'd come, and for once she was glad to have arrived unprepared. Although, the last part didn't seem so bad. Growing up in a lodge in the middle of a large forest had allowed her to become remarkably fast and endurant through "roughing it" and training as much as possible. True, she wasn't very strong in the way that meant lifting or stopping heavy things, but she was pretty sure that an obstacle course wouldn't be too difficult. Arriving at her locker, Sepia quickly grabbed a plain pair of black shorts and a brown tank top with a pink paw print on it. After changing into both these and replacing her high heels with a pair of sneakers, she made her way back to practice where she did as Professor Vanhomrigh said and got in line.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert listened to Ms. Vanhomrigh respectfully, he knew people like her and he knew that there would be consequences if she thought for a moment that she wasn't being given the respect she deserved. Priscilla's tardiness soon confirmed that. He wasn't really sure how to respond to the teacher's comment about her reason for tardiness. Object and point out that he had not only been there on time, but that they hadn't kissed yet. Just keep quiet and not try to provoke Ms. Vanhomrigh's ire. Or maybe volunteer to go with Priscilla. There were two lines, meaning that they probably would have everyone go two by two. Robert chose the latter. He strode over to the front of the other and got himself ready, shooting Priscilla a thumbs-up to let her know he was cheering her on. The signal to start was given, and Robert took off. He jumped over the first obstacle, then approached the pull-up bar. He jumped up and grabbed it, but slid off almost immediately. He tried again, hung on for about three seconds, then fell face first on the ground. Good thing he didn't have his glasses or visor on, it wouldn't have been good to have broken them this early in the school year. He got back up and tried a third time, saying out loud, "Third time's the charm." Finally, he got his leg over it and rolled off successfully, sprinting to the next obstacle. Robert made it through the next few obstacles easily enough. When he made it to the balancing beams though, he lost his footing and landed on his junk. He began to slide off the beam, holding back any cries of pain, when he wrapped his arms and legs around the wooden log. Robert got himself upright again and continued on with the course. Every obstacle afterwards was not really noteworthy, except the winces of pain with every time he lifted his legs. When he approached the second pull up bar, he groaned and pretty much went through the exact same thing he did with the first one. Finally, he reached the last obstacle, the ropeclimb. Robert made it about halfway up before losing his grip and falling. Of course it wasn't that easy for Robert, he just had to get his leg tied up in the rope and dangle there for several seconds before falling on his head. He tried again, this time making it to the top and back down with no problems. Robert approached Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh after walking off the course. "Ta-da. Ms. Iderson, Ms. Vanom... Vin... Ma'am, how'd I do?" he asked, still rubbing his crotch as if doing so would somehow alleviate the pain. "Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes," he silently pleaded.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - 5th Period, Survival Pavel watched as the students began to come in, again, offering each of them a seat and some food. Most declined the food, but no matter, more for him. Once Ineko came into the room and sat down, Pavel's eyed lit up. "Ah! You remind me much of the Exoskeletons in the Zone. A shame I never got to wear one." He said, "Exoskeletons could take bullet after bullet, it was unbelievable, but radiation and anomalies..." He continued, "I once came across a mangled mess of flesh, bone and metal. Poor man must have stumbled into a Vortex. Imagine that, an entire person, and 15 kilograms of metal and machinery compressed into something the size of a small wheel." Pavel said, adding emphasis by estimating the size of the mess with his hands. Pavel quickly looked at his watch, "It's about time comrades." He pointed out a broken window, "One meter out is a teleport. We will all be jumping through that in a second." He explained, getting up and handing out large industrial metal screws to each student. "Now, do what I do, in ten second intervals. Understand? You, Exoskeleton boy, wait ten seconds after I jump through, then jump. The person after, wait ten seconds, then go. Yes?" He explained, rather quickly, getting in position. He fitted a gas mask onto his face, picked up one of the old assault rifles laying around, and strapped a tactical vest onto himself. "If anyone does not want to do this, quit this school now. If you cannot jump into the unknown, you are better off making bread for those who can." He said before sprinting towards the window, halfway there, throwing the metal screw through it. One meter away from the window, something flashed brightly, everyone hearing a strange wub sound, the screw was gone. A second later, Professor Vorosky leapt up, and through the window. A flash, a wub and he was gone. In an instant, he landed on grass. He rolled out of the way for the next person. He stood up afterwords, patting himself down and looked around. It was a familiar place, a large river in the middle of a forested area, where he was, a clearing. In the clearing, there were painted rocks lying around, several green painted rocks laid out in a line. Logs were strewn about the clearing, offering seats. Campfire linings were also around, with charred wood in them. He stretched, waiting for his students. Back in the classroom, a piece of paper detailing the instructions on how to get to where the rest of the class had gone lay on the ground in plain sight. Students not perceptive enough to find the classroom, or the paper, were out of luck, and would miss the first day of this class. Ineko Irandi - 5th Period, Survival Professor Vorosky's story was a little strange, some terms went over his head, but he understood the moral of the story, Ineko thought at least. There were some threats out there that armor could not protect against. Then the professor looked at his watch, and handed him a large metal screw. He gave instructions, then leapt out the window, and then disappeared in a flash of light. Ineko's jaw dropped. What? He paused for a second, then remembered his instructions. Ten seconds. Two seconds had already passed, and Ineko scrambled up from his seat and got in the same position the Professor did. He did exactly as he did, running, tossing the screw, then out the window. Ineko closed his eyes as he leapt through. He felt an impact, then opened his eyes. Dirt? Grass? He heard running water. Ineko looked around and saw essentially what was a campsite. He then understood what the ten seconds were for, and got out of the way of the landing zone. Ineko was speechless. How did we get here?</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson watched both stunned and amazed at what just happened seeing their professor and the other student just go through the window but the professor said that if you cant face the unknown just go into baking bread for those who can and Greyson took that as a personal challenge. Greyson wasn't going to get shown up or told he doesn't have guts so he waited counting down when the last person went in and Greyson charged the window "no guts no glory!" Greyson yelled throwing the nail in and then quickly jumping through the window and when he came out he pulled out his sword "come get some!" Greyson called out then he realized that their were no grim or anything trying to attack him. Which made Greyson feel stupid for getting ready to fight as he put his sword away realizing that he was just trying to intimidate everyone "okay now I just feel stupid for getting ready to fight" Greyson said softly going over to the teacher and his fellow student waiting on the others to follow suit...</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus jumped as if shocked and immediately placed the rifle back down in the rack. He had misunderstood that they were to run with the heavy weapons strapped to their backs. Still he would not complain about a lighter load. Determined not to make an ass of himself further on in class he grimly got ready for the practice obstacle course and waited for his turn. He nodded once to the other trainee next to him, then concentrated on the course ahead. While he had absolutely no problems with jumping over the small log wall or pulling himself up, actually throwing himself over the iron pole proved troublesome. After a good dozen seconds he finally managed it and hurried onwards. The other obstacles proved much simpler. He had the muscles hardened by years of smithing to simply brute force his way past the lot of them. Admittedly he had all the elegance of a beached whale, but flexibility had never been his strong point anyway. He panted as he staggered away from the rope, hands practically on fire after sliding down as fast as he could. Probably on the good side of three and a half minutes. Decidedly no more than four. Marcus could not help but grin. To push himself to the absolute limit and come out the better for it was exactly why he came to Beacon.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Having arrived at the firing range with the required protection, Sepia nervously picked up a rifle and magazine. As her weapon required good aim, she wasn't particularly worried about accuracy. What she was worried about was loading the stupid thing, especially after Ms. Vanhomrigh's rather emphatic words on the subject. Thankfully, the ammo went in without a hitch. Once on the firing line, Sepia assumed position with nearly perfect form and waited for further instruction. She was especially careful not to point the rifle anywhere near other students, having nearly blown a hole in her face in the past from careless firearm handling.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class As the students approached the firing line and readied themselves for the first string of fire, a vein in Esther's temple visibly throbbed. She couldn't help but feel more than a twinge of burning annoyance at Ms. Montgomery. Not only had she not done well at the obstacle course, but she apparently had issues paying attention to her instructions. To be honest, her decision to change her mind about them using their own weapons had been sudden and not necessarily planned. But, even still to have her words so easily ignored enraged her. Esther wanted to break the girl, but that wasn't her purpose here. Priscilla chose to remain in the class, so Esther would do everything in her power to guide and train her. Even if the girl had a rather vapid personality and troublesome first day. Still, she would work with her and give her a chance to correct herself. One chance. "Ms. Montgomery! The instructions were for you to use the stock rifles on the range! You'll be using your own weapon at a later time and date. Remove yourself from the firing line and select a stock rifle at the weapon rack. Don't worry, we'll wait on you." She barked her commands at Priscilla, the last sentence spoken with a sneer. Sarcasm oozing from her words. After waiting for Priscilla to swap out her weapon, Esther adjusted the brim of her cover and pulled out her Scroll yet again. Habitually checking the time, she looked up and down the firing line to ensure everyone was ready. Expanding her Scroll and accessing a special application that controlled the range, she began tapping on a few icons. As she did so, small square targets with a large black circle in the center popped up in front of each student 25 yards away. Slowly, the targets dropped down low to the ground. "Eyes and ears! Shooters! With a magazine of rounds, load! She waited to see that everyone loaded their weapons. "Make ready!" Again, she waited to allow the students to charge and rack back their weapons in order to chamber a round. "You may commence firing when your targets appear!" Tapping an icon on her tablet Scroll, the paper targets popped up within line of sight of each student. After a brief pause, the first shots rang out and thundered. She couldn't help but smile a little to herself, though it would unnoticed by anyone else. Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class On Ms. Van's command to load, Shiro tightly gripped the boxy-thing and slammed it into the rifle first go. With an extra tap on the magazine's bottom for good measure, he resumed his stance exactly how Ms. Van instructed. Stock deep in the pocket of his shoulder, rifle brought up to the side of his cheek. Peering through the sights, he focused on the front sight until only it was clear and everything else was blurred in the background. With the command to make ready, Shiro grabbed the charging handle and ripped it straight back to chamber a round. Getting as stable and as comfortable as he could, he tried his best to relax his body save for his hold on his weapon. He couldn't help but get a little excited though, evident by his tail flicking back and forth behind him. He loved guns and shooting them. As he maintained his focus on the front sight, the sclera of his eyes narrowed into a slit. Calming his breathing, he allowed the muzzle of the rifle to drift up and down slightly. Hold and grip firm on his weapon, he did a little butt wiggle to make sure his stance was positive. As his target popped up, his ears did the same and perked. Hearing Ms. Van's announcing the range was hot, Shiro's thumb swept the rifle's safety selector to 'Semi/Fire'. There was a brief pause and silence as no one had fired a shot yet. In his curiosity he half wanted to look around but decided against it. Being a young man of action, he decided he would be the first to break the silence. With the pad of his pointer finger, he slowly began to squeeze. Waiting until the moment the front sight settled in the center of the blurry black circle and for the moment of exhalation, he squeezed the trigger all the way through and fought the urge to flinch as the air cracked and boomed with the sound of his shot. For his following shot, he tried his best to maintain consistency between each shot, taking his time before the next. After 5 well-aimed shots, he ejected the magazine and let it drop to the ground. Grabbing the charging handle and racking it back a few times, he inspected its chamber to ensure it was cleared and swept the safety back on to 'Safe'. Lowering the muzzle of his weapon safely at the ground in front of him, he waited for further commands from Ms. Van. Heart pounding and breathing a little excitedly, he couldn't help but beam and smile. He wondered how his shot group looked. As he stood there waiting, his target slowly lowered closer to the ground to indicate he was complete with the first string of fire.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off. He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers. Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Practice All told shooting paper targets was rather relaxing. Especially at ranges that Marcus could hit them with low powered phlegm. He spent a few seconds just getting his breathing right. Just because the targets were in what most hunters would consider 'melee range' did not mean he should not take it seriously. He still had a bet to win. Stand straight, aim with both eyes open, exhale steadily, and then gently squeeze. His grandfather likened it to pinching the bottom of a pretty girl when he taught Marcus the skill. A small hole appeared an inch above the bullseye. Marcus was not good with girls. Nonetheless the shooting lessons resounded well with his slow and steady approach to life. Each and every shot was sent downrange with great care, to the point Marcus was only on his fourth shot by the time most others were already finished. Unfortunately some poor sod had the terrible luck to get too close, and like it was pre-aimed the hot casing ended up inside the shirt of the bespectacled boy. "You hurt?" Marcus asked dryly as he flicked the safety back on. While doubtful that the brass did anything other than irritate, it was only polite to ask. Frankly though Marcus simply wanted to go back to shooting again.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate At the bottom of the staircase, Shiro found a decently large room, one with walls coated by pale-green paint and gray carpet underfoot rather than tile. The lighting here, less severely white than that found elsewhere in the Shelter, shone down upon a most interesting scene. In it lay dozen beds, six on each side, accompanied by various nightstands, cabinets, and desks littered with paper, wrappers, pencils, colored pencils, flowers, computers, and other byproducts of occupancy. Chairs stood seemingly at random throughout the place, many near desks. Curtains suspended from the ceiling, hooked onto tracks and therefore able to be drawn, were for now mostly pulled back, which allowed the room's occupants a very good look at the two intruders. There were five of them, three male and two female, and all faunus. All of them were garbed in loose white shirts and pants, most likely of cotton, but their similarities ended there. Two of the males, a bat and a chameleon respectively, both about thirty years old, were talking together but had looked up in surprise when the boy and his newfound friend had entered. Contrarily, a heavy-set female porcupine faunus totally ignored the hunter-in-training, so focused was she on a book, and her deer companion only spared Shiro a distracted glance before riveting her eyes to her computer screen. Lastly, the final boy, about twelve years of age and bearing the visage of a swan, sat huddled in a corner, head buried in his knees. Neither of the new arrivals had much time to take in the scene, however, as the bat and chameleon faunus stood and approached. The bat, the younger of the two, knelt down to address the boy. "Babe," he named him to get his attention, scrutinizing Shiro all the while. "Are this guy a new arrival?" Before Shiro could interject, Babe had eagerly shaken his head. "Nope! He's old arrival! He said one of the coats fixed him, so they let him go!" A remarkable change came over both faunus. Their postures stiffened, and although they immediately tried to hide it, it could be discerned that they knew something was wrong. The bat slowly stood up. "Babe, why don't you go and find your daddy?" Nodding, the young bear cub ran off. A brilliant violet gaze affixed Shiro's own peachy stare. Despite the faunus' clear distrust, both had yet to raise any sort of alarm. "So...you're back. After getting cured of what brought us here. And with...is that a weapon? Very fancy." By now the two others had momentarily suspended their reading and gaming, respectively, to turn their eyes on the unfolding scene. "Sienna," the bat stated flatly, as if a declaration. He threw a very inhospitable glance at the deer, who pretended not to notice. "Now we know what Sienna's call was about, eh, Coral? We shoulda told the admins that she was getting anxious. She called in hunters!" He turned that piercing gaze on Shiro again, full of vinegar. "Well, allow me to welcome you. You're not a cop, so there's a chance in hell you might do what's morally right today. Here's the deal: you're not wanted here. Just leave, and tell whoever sent you that you found an abandoned clinic. I'll bet you want justification, huh? Here goes then. We're here because, yeah, there's something wrong with us. A condition that has caused hell for us ever since we were born. A genetic disease, you might say. The only cure is illegal, and experimental, but that hasn't stopped us; we're here to get cured. Sienna ratted us out because she's having second thoughts, but a coward is just who she is. We've been waiting for this cure forever, and today we finally get started. So please, do us a favor and go away!" The bat faunus's tone held not only hostility, but desperation. Anyone with half a brain could tell that he was telling the truth. Abel Fulgurate After the doctor and the administrator had passed, presumably with Sapphire close behind though Abel could not recall seeing her leave, the guardian stepped out into the hallway. Reasoning that he wanted to stay as far away from Shelter people as he could, he began walking in the opposite direction, but had not gone more than ten paces when a noise of joyous affirmation from his pocket heralded the arrival of another message. Abel flattened himself into a doorway as best he could and pulled his scroll from his pocket to read. "Mm," he grunted, wondering how many cameras he had tripped before Gren had 'dealt' with them. Now that he knew he had been seen, Abel also knew that his time waxed even more precious, so he stuffed his scroll into a pocket and took off. A few moments of jogging through empty halls later, Abel dodged into an open door to escape the notice of another green-coated doctor, shutting the door with as much gentle precision as a large-proportioned man could muster to avoid betraying himself with noise. As the footsteps outside receded into the distance, he looked over his shoulder to discern his surroundings. The room into which he had fled appeared to be a sort of larder, brimming with varieties of pet food, bales of hay, several glass cages full of insects, and a shelf full of human snacks as well, but it wasn't the animal chow that snared his attention. His eyes jolted wide open in surprise as he beheld a girl several years younger than he, sporting the ears and bushy tail of a squirrel, holding a large dog biscuit in her mouth and an expression of terror in her eyes. Spitting out the biscuit onto the floor, she backed away from him at high speed. "Human! You're not a doctor!" Her orange eyes fell on the Ampere's gleaming blade. "An assassin! You're here to stop the treatment! Or kill faunus!" She balled her fists, baring buck-teeth in what was clearly intended to be a threatening snarl. "I'm not gonna let that happen! Yaaaah!" Not wanting to hurt the girl, Abel held up an arm as she charged at him, swinging wildly with her tiny hands. He backed up, trying to placate her, but his words had no effect. Still committed to not swinging at someone completely harmless to him, but nevertheless aware of what wrath her cries could bring down on his head, the guardian decided to let the girl tire herself out and thusly let her push him back into another room. Surprisingly, the girl let up as soon as he was inside, and slammed the door in front of him. Abel chuckled, amused at the idea that the girl thought she'd beaten him, but choked as the door's lock clicked shut. A noise from behind caused him to whirl around, and he witnessed with slack jaw an iguana as big as a horse, staring at him murderously. "Oh boy." -=-=- Sapphire shadowed the women until they reached a room designated by the plaque outside the door as the 'operating room'. There the ladies parted ways, the doctor entering while the administrator continued a short ways past to climb up some stairs. Part of the domed operating room's ceiling, made of glass rather than concrete, provided a viewing window from a small gallery situated above, where the administrator now made her way. A door opposite the operating room suddenly burst open, admitting a small bear cub faunus with features nearly matching the administrator's, who sprinted up the stairs after her, and joined her by the side of another bear faunus. This individual, whose evident muscles and noteworthy size would have made him totally at home in a boxing ring, nevertheless appeared collected and intellectual in a suit jacket and oval spectacles. If Sapphire had the right angle, she might have been able to see the man rub the newly-arrived boy's head fondly. In the operating room itself, however, the scene proved not quite so delightful. Two doctors, three now with the arrival of the red-haired woman, bustled about, setting up some sort of procedure centered about the lone figure on the operating table. The patient, a nervous-looking coyote faunus of swarthy complexion, fidgeting and squirmed with obvious discomfort. Seeing this, the red-haired doctor told her, "Don't worry so much, dear! This is the treatment you've been waiting for! Try to think of how happy you'll be after. You'll be able to live normally!" While not totally convinced, the patient lessened her extraneous movement, but continued to look around wildly, as if she might find a solution in her field of view. She happened to glance Sapphire's way, revealing yellow eyes with not only black pupils but black schlera. Some word, too far to exactly make out, lay tattooed on her face beneath her left eye in an arc tracing that eye's curve.</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>
<\|description\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon:Elegantly unsubtle A custom Century Mark I medium tank, rebuilt from the treads up as a platform for the enormous L7A1 cannon. A single shot is designed to knock out Goliaths, and outright vaporises smaller Grimm. As secondary weapons, the tank carries 2 heavy machine-guns and 12 single shot grenade launchers. Marcus needs close quarters fighters to keep Grimm at bay if the beasts manage to close the distance. While Unsubtle has tough armour it is not impenetrable and neither does it carry unlimited machine-gun ammunition. The tank's mobility is very poor compared to a hunter on foot, although in a straight line it can go at a decent clip. Because it is impractical to bring the tank with him everywhere, Unsubtle is normally airlifted to where it is needed and otherwise resides in a hangar at Beacon. A fact that is often under-appreciated is that Unsubtle can carry an absolutely ridiculous amount of gear. Among other things a functional stove, a generously stocked field medicine kit, plenty of spare ammunition and parts for both itself and teammates and a portable hot water shower all come standard. Speciality: Long range to extremely long range. Marcus is the quintessential sniper and artillery support character. The raw damage output of the Big Gun can best be described as 'apocalyptic' and the two machine guns are also punchier than the normal man portable designs. On top of that Marcus is surgically precise with his shots and can accurately hit targets up to a kilometre and a half away with just his machineguns. Double that with the cannon. However all this firepower comes at a price. While not a delicate flower by any stretch, Unsubtle is difficult to repair in the field and possess practically no melee ability. It has a long reload time on the main gun, and great care must be taken with shot placement to avoid friendly fire. Marcus is highly thoughtful when he fights, as is befitting of a sniper. He prefers to wait in ambush and will abuse any terrain to his advantage. While he does have the muscles of a blacksmith, he is a poor combatant outside of his tank, with only a revolver for self defence. Currently he has several shells available for the L7 cannon: High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT): A general purpose round that explodes in a specific way to pierce through armour. Good for most things though it specialises in knocking out heavily armoured targets at long range. Canister: Turns the cannon into a giant shotgun. Excellent against crowds of beowulfs and the like as it shreds soft tissue, but in return heavily armoured foes can just ignore it. Armour Piercing (AP): Bog standard big heavy bullet. At short to middle ranges it pierces armour better than HEAT, and unlike HEAT it can batter through walls, trees, small buildings and other soft cover to reach it's target. High Explosive (HE): Tiny little organ parts for everyone! Not good versus anything with armour. It is a big block of high explosive wrapped in a fragmenting case, used for crowd control when canister doesn't have the range. Incendiary (HEI): Special explosive shell that spreads around white phosphorous on impact. This is what killed the Datura in the introduction. Usually for area denial or instantly clearing out fortified positions. Semblance: Technological - Marcus can become partially a digital existence, fusing his consciousness to sufficiently advanced computers he touches. His aura extends to whatever machine he is merged with, fuelling and protecting it. Primarily he uses this to merge his mind with the central system on the Unsubtle to be the driver, gunner, loader and commander at the same time. Personality: A straight laced officer and a gentleman, very organised and clean. Marcus is stoic and has difficulty expressing his emotions normally. His biggest drive is a need to prove to himself and his family that his idea for a long ranged support unit is a good one. While most of his family are front line hunters, he was always more of an engineer. When it was finally discovered that his semblance was practically useless in a fight he very nearly got cast out completely, until he came up with the schematics for the Elegantly Unsubtle. Resources: 2 credits, - lien Emblem: Appearance: Marcus has a stern angular face with a hawk nose. His sharp golden eyes are usually hidden in the shadow of his peaked cap. His neatly combed light brown hair can occasionally be seen underneath it. Over a standard green coverall goes an officer's greatcoat in standard Goldstein reddish brown. It is decorated with small lines of gold. A short and broad build is the result of long hours spent carrying heavy parts around on his own. Calloused, deft hands go clasped behind his back when they are not fiddling with one device or another. A toolbelt lined with many, many pockets and tools goes around his waist, over the longcoat. A simple, elegantly crafted revolver rests on his right hip. Basic, sturdy steel toed boots are on his feet.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon saw the anchor flying towards him and braced his shield for impact. But he didn't quite expect to see the glorified weight hook onto his shield. He resisted the pull at first but it grew stronger and stronger and pulled him off his feet. He held onto his shield tightly and focused more on getting his R-Types to gun down the girl fighting them. The R-Types that were charging their laser cannons fired, while the others continued to chase down the girl to shoot her full of holes. He did notice Skyra trying to intimidate the anchor woman, which caused him to shout at her. "Quit screwing around and just kill her!" Slamming his shield into the cement Ebon tried to leverage himself to stop the girl from swinging him around.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Ears perking at the detected sounds of something rapidly approaching, Shiro's eyes immediately shifted with a blink into their glowing ice-blue color. Black stripes marking and accenting his body as he jumped to his feet. Much to his surprise, what came their way was something far less intimidating and scary. Eyes focusing in on the tiny thing scrabbling their way, Shiro could only watch with astonishment as the speedy thing launched itself at him and even spoke to them. As the thing crawled its way up his clothing, finally resting atop his head, Shiro scooped it up into his gloved hands and held it out in front of him. Stars sparkled and exploded in his vision as Shiro's face immediately brightened and any nervous tension within him melted away at the sight of the Ferret. "Hey, little guy! Well, aren't you just the cutest thing!" Shiro could see nothing ugly about the creature and endearingly hugged it to his chest before holding it out in front of himself again. Blinking, he made a curious expression as he tilted his head. "Wait, did you just talk?" Thinking back, he had already encountered 'Porridge' who displayed a Semblance that caused vegetative growth. Shiro immediately deduced that this creature must have some sort of Telepathic Semblance, allowing it to 'speak'. Looking at the furry creature in his hands, he smiled and asked for its name. "Do you have a name little guy? If not, I'm gonna call you Scoot. Yeah, Scoot! You are the scootiest scoot that every scooted. The best Scoot!" Shiro grinned. His admiration for the rodent ended shortly thereafter, as his ears picked up a far more foreboding cacophonous racket from deeper within the Shelter. Placing 'Scoot' atop his head, as Shiro so aptly named him, he raised a gloved hand and smartly slapped his own face. The stinging pain of his self-abuse breaking him out of his gloomy slump, he shook his head and clenched his fist. Ready and raring to go again. Sadly, he would have to wait to become acquainted with the other two Faunus girls. "Sorry, but it looks like I'm gonna have to get a move on. Do you two know who is in charge of this place and where he or she may be? I have to find them and let them know what's going on to stop all this before it gets too out of hand. Before it gets too late."</s>	<\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Escort Mission 'Operation Enduring Fustercluck' "Turn around? Mister Goldstein I'm sure-" Rice protested. "That right there is an ambush mister Rice. Jamming is already up. Get out of here." Marcus cut the man off. "But-" Rice tried again. "NOW." Marcus yelled angrily. The last thing he needed right now was criticism. Fortunately the drivers needed no more pushing to run for it. Praise the sun for small mercies. "Okay team prepare for breach." he warned the two atop his turret. Not even aura could protect more sensitive body parts like the eardrum from the full fury of the one oh five mill. Marcus picked a part of the fortifications more or less at random, then stopped to let his sights settle on target. Two quiet seconds passed. "Fire in the hole!" Marcus warned. For the briefest of moments, there was a flash. Thunder rolled across the plains. A great cloud of dust obscured the tank from view as the high explosive warhead left the barrel. The round buried itself into the fuel tanks of the unfortunate truck that was the target, tearing through the thin steel case with ease. Then the explosives detonated and blasted the entire machine in half. The engine block buried itself into the next truck in line with enough force to flip the entire thing over like a cheap plastic toy. The cargo bed that was the other half simply disintegrated into white hot metal splinters. Almost as an afterthought, the hot brass case that was ejected from the side of the turret set the brush below on fire. Before the smoke cleared, the Unsubtle roared forward into and over the newly created breach. It was classic shock and awe at work. Scare enemies with aggressive, forceful moves so they have no time to respond in an intelligent, organised fashion. Marcus paid no heed to the runners. They were defeated, and seeing people run away drained the fight out of those who tried to stand their ground. Instead his sensors looked for those still with weapons. The autoloader clattered as it readied a new incendiary round. Oswald yelled from atop his turret, and Marcus stopped breathing. The breaks squealed as they forced the Unsubtle to a sudden lurching halt. Aurellius blazed away with his minigun, laughing as he did so. "Cease fire." Marcus breathed softly. Sun help him, what had he done? "Cease fire. CEASE FIRE!" he ordered more forcefully, even as the suit clad boy above him happily sang a dainty little tune as he continued to mow down everybody in sight. The machine gun mount next to Aurelius came to life, spun around and swept his feet out from under him. Aurellius athletically landed on one hand and flipped himself the correct way up without so much as a smudge on his suit. "AURELLIUS CEASE FIRE SUN FUCKING DAMN YOU!" Marcus yelled at him. Okay, focus now. Bugs next. "But boss, they're still shooting at us aren't they?" Aurellius whined. "I do not need this shit right now! You want to shoot something shoot those bugs." Marcus told him. At the same time with an agility that was just plain weird for something so massive the Unsubtle swung around to bring the cannon to bear on the new threat. A few agonising seconds passed while Marcus sighted a patch between the lead swarm and the still moving convoy. "Fire in the hole!" Marcus yelled. Once more the cannon thundered. This time instead of just an ordinary lump of high explosives it sent something far more nasty screaming downrange. Just before it smashed into the ground the incendiary shell burst. In that moment, God scooped up a bucket of Hell, took a piss in it and poured it out over the grasslands between the swarm and it's target.</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</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>	<\|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>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight. In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face... A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "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," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open. "Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork. The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Take me home and feed me, puh-leaaaase?" Diamond said with a mocked whine, giving Aurelius the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster without a stupid grin appearing on her face. "I'll just bankrupt you on food alone. No danger!" she half joked, taking a healthy bite from one of the sandwiches. Then he just had to go and bring up the combat class. "My head's perfectly fine, unlike a certain fox face's I could mention." she grunted, stabbing a few curly fries with the fork particularly violently. "I came here expecting to fight monsters of varying degree of mindlessness, not humans with their cheats. But don't worry, lesson learned. I lost my nerve. Next time I'll poke them with the cane a few times instead of charging right in." she said, taking a break to get some more food down to her belly. Just like breaking into a place. Scout out their defenses, move in when unexpected. she added in her mind. "Besides, I'm alive, and next time she's as good as dead. so what If I can't hit her without damaging myself. I'll just have to knock her out another way..." she thought out loud as she put a hand on Aurelius' shoulder. Her shadow wrapped around the boy's lower face, cutting his air supply. She held for a few seconds to demonstrate the point before letting the shadow dissolve and casually going back to her food.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren arrived in the dinning hall looking much better than after his fight. His armor was repaired and he had his hand again, though he notably was wearing a different glove. He had to hasten his recovery since he had classes shortly after his matches, math and history respectfully. He had no comment about them. He actually liked math and did fairly well with it, and even history was nice to learn, though he admittedly have very little use for it. Sure he should learn the mistakes of others in the past to make sure he doesn't reenact them, but world history wasn't really something he felt was relevant. And frankly, something he'd rather not be a part of. As Gren walked through the dinning hall he didn't go through the lunch line. He actually had another box with him, the one that he took to the Infirmary yesterday. Not the cake one, but the other one he brought but couldn't break out due to Shiro fleeing the infirmary. He had hoped that everyone could eat together but when he entered he saw Shiro eating alone. He figured that perhaps Abel was still in the line and Sapphire had to recover at the infirmary but it wasn't long before Gren found her as well, eating at the table of another group. Was she being sociable or leaving Shiro alone on purpose? Perhaps it would be better not to think too much about, but Gren wasn't really one to willfully chose ignorance. Sapphire would be responsible for her own relations he supposed. If she wants to befriend others outside of her team that that was her prerogative. Gren walked up to Shiro and waved at him. "Hello Kuhaku. Nice fight out there." Then Gren opened the box to reveal what he had brought yesterday; a miniature propane grill and cubed steaks. There was at least three pounds of the steaks in a sealed bag where they have been marinating since yesterday. Gren also brought some vegetables such as green beans, carrots, and beansprouts. Well the beansprouts were for him. He just ate them strait from the bag, throwing a few on the grill. "How do you like your meat Kuhaku?"</s>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius' eyes widened a bit as the tendrils of shadow wrapped around his neck, taking away his ability to breath. He ignored it, letting himself stay calm while his lungs cried out slightly in protest. He inhaled a bit of fresh air once she let go, frowning slightly. "You know, Diamond. I was going to buy extras. For the team. You know, being nice and all. Buuut, I don't really take kindly to weird shadows trying to steal my precious oxygen." A stern glare was given at the girl, but it softened into a smile. "But with those puppy-dog eyes, I guess I could reconsider." He made a face of slight disgust. "And as you said, I also came here to take out Grimm. Sure, combat classes are fun and all, but that Jack character was just plain cheating." He stabbed the fork violently into the macaroni over and over again. "Too fast for even a Hunter, I tell you. You people and your manipulation of reality," he said as he waved his fingers in a spooky manner. He raised the fork up again, a bit curious. "What all can you do with those shadows? Other than trying to suffocate me to death, of course."</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</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>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius clapped slowly and methodically as Diamond finished her little show of skill, descending to the table more akin to some sort of goddess rather than a teenage delinquent. He stopped clapping as she sat down to her seat, rather amused. "You know, that could come in pretty handy. Ever thought of performing a magician's show? I'd volunteer for the cutting a person in half." "I'm still trying to make the shadows last when I let go, then it would be perfect. No luck thus far. But yeah, it is pretty useful. And save for walking on air it isn't even too tiring." Diamond shrugged, "You've got a deal on that magic trick whenever you make me mad." she grinned. A chuckle was elicited from the man as he caught wind of whatever the other two at their table had been talking about. Something about their own semblances. He had no clue why the girl had joined their table, but he shrugged, letting Diamond speak to them for a few moments. He began his own little show as Sapphire graced the presences of a few other students near their table. He snapped the plastic fork in half, grinning. "Now, about my power? Well, before I show you, I'm gonna say it'll be a little gross, so if you can't handle it, what are you even doing fighting Grimm in the first place?" The bandages covering his hand slowly became unwrapped, exposing the wound, still oozing slightly beneath. The cut had been stitched up rather quickly, but expertly by the local nurse. "This is probably gonna result in me getting an infection and a lecture from a doc, but I don't really care," he said as he began to dig his other hand into the wound, showing no signs of discomfort as he pulled the sutures, ripping them rather forcefully. "Oh, and I'll need to borrow that kerchief of yours." Relieved of its stitches, the cut was deep and bleeding slightly, exposing the layers of fat and muscle and bone beneath as Aurellius grinned profusely. "Well? Wanna cap a feel? I won't blush." She watched with wonder and then some disgust as Aurelius dug into his wound. The girl was so very glad she already finished her lunch. It was OK to cleave a grimm in half. That happened fast, and it wasn't human. But Diamond could never quite stomach any scene from a surgery or something like that when it was on TV, let alone right in front of her eyes. "Ack, I would have believed you! Probably..." she shook her head, pressing the hanky on his hand. She reached under her hat and pulled a roll of sticking plaster from under it and summoned a knife with her semblance. Cutting a few butterfly stitches from it, she got to work on his wound. "Go get that fixed again, Stupid." He waved the other hand with a sigh. "Its only my hand. I promise not to do such a thing if my entire ribcage is blown out," he said as the pain slowly returned, becomming much stronger than it had before. He winced as she applied medical aid from that bottomless hat of hers. "Y'know, I could probably rip my own arm off if I was motivated enough."</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad slowly raised his hand. He wasn't exactly itching to fight a Grimm, but wanted the class to know he was willing. He was confident whatever was in that cage could be killed with relative ease… Right? Unless this was a trick! The professor just stated how he didn't feel the students held resourcefulness and knowledge very high, what better way to show them their errors then by making an example of one? There could be a Grimm that none of them would be prepared for. Whoever went up would find themselves helpless to fight back and proving professor Port's point. "Stop! You're over thinking this." He finally shook away the doubting thoughts. Even if this was just a way to prove their lack of ability, wouldn't that just spark ones desire to improve more? No matter if he was picked or not, Trad felt he was ready for anything.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom When Sangue heard that the funny-looking professor of the class would tell everyone a story, she expected a decent story. And, to her ears, it was a decent story. For Sangue lived with little to no tolerance on listening to others' tales, regardless of how idle and passive they were. They were her form of entertainment by default. She glanced at Ben, then at Trad. Her two teammates seemed… excited to raise their hands. To imitate them, she attempted to raise her hand, only to hear the familiar sound of chains quietly clattering against each other. Sangue turned to her right arm, suddenly remembering that she had a metallic link of chains instead of flesh. Blinking with her blank expression still on, she turned away from the claw "arm" and proceeded to raise her other hand. She actually did not understand what was going on due to the fact that she finally dozed off when Professor Port daringly asked the students if they were willing to face a Grimm. Needless to say, she had no reason to fear about fighting anything without weapons, regardless of whether she knew what was going on or not. "…" Sangue remained silent.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Armory Class Ivan barely managed a grunt as Indigo asked his question, apparently wrapped in both self-pity and the cleaning of his absolutely massive handgun. Instead, he vaguely gestured to where he'd disconnected the actual weapon from the gauntlet. Surfacing momentarily as the professor came in, he lowered his voice and gave the answer. "Maintenance, mostly. My power is stressful on the barrel, and I have to check constantly for warping from the focused heat. It's rare, given the type of metal I used to create Leviathan, but I've seen it happen before." Seemingly satisfied with that explanation, Ivan leaned back and kicked his feet onto the table, pulling his oversized hat down over his eyes, half listening to the teacher drone on about what to expect from the classroom. As far as he was concerned, the class hadn't started yet, and everything before that was a motivational speech, if not wasted breath. Probably both at the same time. He snickered quietly to himself, leaning back on his chair before he barely caught the mention of 'White-' out of one of the several fanus present in the room. The gunslinger managed to turn his sudden snap to attention into a badly disguised yawn, awkwardly stretching his arms over his head and nearly knocking off his ridiculously large hat in his haste. There was only one well-known organization that could garner such a drastic reaction from the most ill-timed of all Freudian slips. The White Fang. He ground his teeth almost absently at the mere mention of the name. Horrible criminals who brought harm to the innocent and masked themselves like the dirty scum that roamed the lands outside of the kingdoms. This first day just kept getting better.With his badly created veil of disinterest all but obliterated, Ivan stood bolt upright and glared around the room at the rest of the students, preparing to give his introductory speech. Even with the annoyance, anger, and new-found suspicion that smoldered behind his intensely green eyes, Ivan's introduction was laced with his signature aggravating amounts of arrogance. He tossed out the syllables simply dripping with disdain, as if this were already something the common masses learned in their childhood schooling. "My name is Ivan Oakley. I'm a damn good shot and perfectly capable engineer when it comes to projectile based weapons of all sorts, specializing in large caliber guns." He tossed a glance at the Unsubtle. "Of the more, ah, mobile variety. My semblance allows them to hit harder than they should."</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Armory, Period 4 Indi listened as Ivan described what he was doing. Yeah, that made sense. Doing weird semblance stuff to your weapon was bound to mess it up, especially if your semblance dealt with force. With that satisfying, surprisingly non-douchey response, Indi focused on the professor. The professor had so much energy, charisma, and command. The speech was rousing and reassuring. He didn't know much about engineering, one simple textbook was all he had to work with when creating Cia and Lana. He wasn't a savant or anything, he just made a real nice blade and two decent guns, but to him that was enough. At least, it was before. Now, he wanted to work hard and make something even better. Dust, that was where he was lacking. Cia and Lana didn't do much with it, he didn't even really use dust bullets. But here, he'd make more use of it. He allowed some other people to introduce themselves first, he wasn't a complete attention seeker, just mostly one. Moreover, he wanted to here the really hot chick's intro. To do that, he surprisingly listened to all the others, trying real hard not to miss her. The lion dude, Geni, said his piece, letting slip that he had a stint with the White Fang. Whoops. Even mentioning the White Fang as a faunus was risky business. Indi, personally, was fine with them. People listened to violence, why shy away from it? Besides, Faunus have been getting stomped on for awhile, it was time for them to be treated as equals. Indi looked over at Ivan to see him get pissed more. Jeez, Indi thought he was a hothead but all Ivan ever did was get mad. At least he made stupid pervy jokes in between the blind rage. Wait, was he pissed at Geni for mentioning the White Fang? That was... stupid. What the hell was wrong with Geni? He said used to, even if you have a problem with the WF he left them, why-? Indi was shaken from his thoughts as Ivan got up to introduce himself. Whatever, he'd get pissed at Ivan later. Ivan introduced himself in his typical narcissistic way, so Indi decided to follow in his footsteps and introduce himself as well. "Hey, I'm Indi. I like to kill stuff, and I'd like to think I make a good blade, though I guess I'm gonna find out if I actually do. I'm pretty sure I do, though." He said, taking a glance back up at Saph and that intimidating girl while sitting back down.</s>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Having since escaped from 'the incident' at the lunch table, Aurellius found himself slipping into classroom wearing a newly cleaned suit with all the fresh smells that came with. Splashing milk and chunks of soup didn't get along well at all. He didn't even have a chance to try some of the delectable meats, all because of some sort of heavy petting that also involved knives. With a sigh, he sat down next to the only person he recognized, of whom he was slowly growing used to. Aurellius nodded slightly, but kept silent as he ruffled his own collar, not quite satisfied with his results. In reality, he had simply tossed a coin to decide over between Armory class and this one, but in the end, tails had won its mark. He wasn't quite sure what the class was for, but 'Grimm Studies' is a bit more self explanatory than 'armory'. Of course, the man in charge of their class happened to be a prancing pony who spouted out bits of how they should all be chivalrous and blah, blah, blah. His interest only happened to be piqued as soon as the real lesson was revealed, a lesson of sharp teeth and claws. He was distracted for a few moments as he stared at the beast, some sort of lion mixed with a wolf, though the one in question happened only to be a young one. Ignoring the three other raised hands, he held his own up high, speaking with a hint of sarcasm as he waved his arm around, "Oh, sir, pick me, will you? Pleeeaase?"</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</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 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>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius had been a tad disappointed at not having chosen to fight the cougar type Grimm, but had been placated by being able to watch the fight that ensued. It was amusing to say the least. Slightly disappointing that the creature was only a youngling, it would've been certainly nice to watch a full grown one rip people to shreds. Of course, when invited to fight his own Grimm, Aurellius grinned happily. As he stood up, carrying the bulk of Ascalon on his shoulder, he stepped onto the grass five or so meters from the monster. The bovine beast was a sight to behold. His eyes widened slightly as he took it in, noticing its thick muscles and strong legs. It reminded him of those old Cowboy holo-vids he had watched as a child. Aurellius looked back to the crowd of students. "Anyone got a lasso? No? How about a red cape? Nothing?" He shrugged as he turned around, staring at the bull. Shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders, he dropped his weapon onto the ground as he stepped forwards, holding the jacket like an improvised cape. The bull snorted slightly as he waved it around, ignoring him completely. Aurellius stamped his feet, trying to get it to do something. Anything. The cow grunted in response. With a scowl, he tossed the jacket to the side and scooped up Ascalon in one quick motion, the weapon beginning to whirr as he held down the trigger. "Respond to this, asshole," Aurellius said as the minigun began to fire. The weapon began firing, explosively propelled bullets launched towards it. The two second burst collided with it, peppering its flank with bloody holes as it let out a scream of anger and began charging towards him rapidly. Having been satisfied, he threw the weapon to the side and scooped up his jacket again, running at the beast with fervor. He stopped on the drop of a dime, spinning slightly as the bull charged through his feint, going past his flipping jacket and stopping itself, nostrils expunging air as it suddenly stared at him. Aurellius stayed still for a moment before suddenly backing up, tempting the Grimm to charge at him again, only to be halted by a step to the side as he positioned himself next to his weapon. He flipped a switch as he grabbed it, the gun transforming into a lance as the bull passed him again, only to be on the receiving end of a quick stab. It roared with pain as he penetrated its thick leather, grinning as he dug it in deep before pulling out to avoid being gored by its horns. He stabbed at it again, cursing as the tip of his lance glanced off the beast. He backed off just in time as its sharp horns flew inches past his face. He turned and flipped another switch, activating the jets on his pack. The bull screamed yet again as fiery red dust covered it as Aurellius was launched away. Spinning in midair, he landed ten meters away, stopping himself and flipping the Grimm off. It snorted angrily and charged yet again, and Aurellius responded with something stupid. He pole-vaulted it. His weapon dug into the soil as Aurellius flipped over the head of the Sitting Bull, landing backwards on it with a grunt as the beast sent Ascalon flying. With no hesitation, he turned around, hands wrapping around its horns and his thighs clamping tight. It bucked, legs kicking backwards as he held on, letting out a whooping sound as he let go with one hand, waving it around as the beast began kicking. With a grin, his semblance activated, any pain in his body trickling away as he grabbed onto the Sitting Bull's left horn. Aurellius began pulling with all of his strength, ignoring both the popping sounds coming from his muscles and the bull's new cries of pain. With a horrible ripping sound, its horn was pulled out of the socket, blood spurting out of the newly created hole as the bull screamed more. Flipping the horn around in his hand, Aurellius brought it down on the beast's neck. Its scream cut to a gurgle as a large gash was opened in its jugular. Aurellius kept on stabbing, the beast's bucks slowing down until it finally collapsed, blood pumping weakly from the newly created holes. Aurellius hopped off of its back, hands bloody. "Well. That certainly was fun, I'm gonna keep this as a souvenir if nobody minds," he said, holding up the horn.</s>
<\|description\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Wah. I'm gonna go with what the post says and dump this here. Age: Twenty-Juan. Gender: Manly. Race: Regular Human 4 Lyfe. Weapon: Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics. No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, it's made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to take time spinning up. Specialty: Getting in close and fucking the shit out of everything. Well, that's only the gist of it. Really, the idea is to soften his enemies up with lead, and then getting in close to bash things around with his lance. In terms of class, he'd be a hybrid between Warrior and Gunslinger, with a tad of tank splashed in even though he doesn't use much armor. Oh, and tactical rolls. Semblance: Boy I Love The Color Red.. Aurellius' special Semblance is the ability to completely purge pain from his system. Doing this allows him to ignore any sort of nudging from his stupid nerves and tap into much more speed and strength. Of course, doing this is pretty damn bad for the body. There's a reason your body stops you from punching too hard or jumping too far. His muscles literally rip themselves into pieces while trying to fight harder. That, and gaping wounds are a thing that shouldn't be ignored. Personality: Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just a bunch of sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Color: Stark blood red. Emblem: His sigil makes its appearance on the guard of his weapon. A simple red and white dragon is his family crest and it fits quite well. Appearance: Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not doing it right. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's started to hurt after made line after line, erase after erase. He was finally able to create a concept for a weapon, it as a gauntlet that encased the whole arm, from the shoulder down to the finger tips. The weapon was adorned with claws on the finger tips and a blade that was placed at a 45 degree angle on the forearm. Geni had planed to have the weapon utilize Dust, but his knowledge on the subject was lacking, unfortunately, this was the class that he was supposed to learn about it, and he had wasted it away with his "antics". Geni jumped a little in his seat when the bell for the next class sounded. Thank God., Geni mumbled to himself. The class felt like it was running a little long. Geni stuffed his drawing in his pocket and walked quickly out of class. P.E. was next on the agenda for Geni, a thing that he was all to familiar with. Although Geni was not very muscular, he was lean, and he did have the 6-pack that he assumed the ladies liked. Unfortunately, it was hard to impress the ladies because the most likely had it also, everyone hunter in the school probably had one, there would be no impressing people in that class. Before Geni could walk into PE, he quickly through Ragnorok in his locker and ran to the dorm room to change quickly. He wore a simple white workout T-shirt that conformed comfortably to Geni's body. He then out on a simple matching white shorts. To top it all o he grabbed his white sneakers and ankle socks and made his way into the gym. Geni peaked his head past the gym door. It was a pretty large room, perfect for running around and playing all kinds of sports, even the made up ones. Geni took a tentative step inside before quickly walking inside and finding a spot near the top of bleachers. "Hope this isn't on of those work out classes." he mumbled to himself as pulled out his now wrinkled drawing and examined it and his handy work.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Being picked out for the last fight in Grimm studies, Diamond took it as a warm up for the PE to follow. The raptor like creature looked dangerous, but she observed one other thing on top of what the grimm's weaknesses were: The professor was going easy on them. First an inexperienced wendigo, a cub that would succumb to anger too easily. Then a sitting bull without it's pack. A broodling without an Ariadne. She figured it was a safe bet the Itzamna would be out of it's element too. After letting it go on the offensive for a little while, she noticed the weakspot was the creature's back, it's tail too massive to react in time and forearms too short to block her blow. Using her semblance to first gain an altitude advantage, she quickly molded her shadow into the shape of a good ol' baseball bat and knocked the monster out with a single blow, theatrically gifting it back to the Professor to use in another class. Never let it be said she wasn't efficient. She was wondering about the PE class. It seemed like the best pick of those offered to her, but she hoped it wouldn't be all ball games. She'd rather weights or even better martial arts were involved. Stopping by in the dorm to pick up a more proper attire than a coat and heels, she headed for the changing room next to the gym. She chose simple black shorts and a sleeveless crop top that revealed maybe a tad more than she liked, but it was easiest to move around. And something to reveal there was. What the coat and bell pants managed to hide perfectly was a fairly well trained figure gained by years climbing ledges, jumping rooftops, or killing her time with a punching bag. Finishing up by putting on a pair of sneakers, she strolled into the gym. Nodding a hello to the only student inside, one she didn't remember from the previous class, she went to do her warm ups. She notices she should ahve tied her ponytail into a bun, as it started swinging wildly around in a flurry of red.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armoury ==> Physical Education Professor Chatsworth didn't make any more comment on Sapphire's excuse for why she'd not returned to class on time. Sapphire decided to take this as a sign that he believed her, regardless if he didn't he wasn't planning on busting her this moment. Sapphire spent the rest of class sketching out ideas for a handheld clamp that could secure itself to a wall in a tenth of a second and detach just as quickly. It also needed to fit in the palm of her hand as well as being able to support two hundreds pounds, to be on the safe side and any sort of shock force that might be applies to it without falling off the wall. As the bell rang Oswald, her opponent from Combat class approached her laughing about how she'd seen his semblance before there rematch. Sapphire had taken note of the way he'd vanished and reappeared in the middle of the conflict that had seized the class. Of course seeing a semblance and understanding it were too very different things. "My first instinct would have been to call it teleportation, but that is skill useful in close combat yet you didn't use it so it must be something different. You relocated too fast for it to be invisibility. That of course leaves augmented speed. There something special about it though, if you could move that fast in normal action you would have kicked my ass at the sparring matches. No my guess is... what? It allows you to cover long distances very quickly but its got some sort of minimum distance so using it close up is useless right? Well how'd I do?" As she spoke Sapphire was packing up her sketchbook as well as her weapons in preparation for the next class, she was pretty sure she'd enlisted in Physical Education. Survival hadn't really held any appeal for her and it wasn't like she really needed Practice. Sapphire just hoped that it wouldn't just be work outs every class. While she didn't mind a bit of muscle building every now and again too much wasn't good for her. A lot of muscles meant that reflexes would be lowered just having to use it all. Her arms and legs despite being more powerful wouldn't move as quickly. On the whole she was hoping that PE would involve some unarmed combat, or perhaps parkour. Sapphire didn't give much thought to what Oswald would think of her walking out of a conversation but she found herself not thinking it over too much. "I gotta get to class Oswald, see you later." She walked out the door. Sapphire's current attire wasn't really suited to gym class. It was flashy and functional during a fight but for PE shouldn't want something that was a little looser. She stopped by her dorm room grabbing a set of gym appropriate clothing before using the girl's locker room to change. She came out wearing comfy running shoes, a pair of skin tight sweats and a tank top that showed off her figure. Not that she was trying, they were just the most function exercise wear she'd brought with her. The only thing from her normal outfit that Sapphire kept wearing was the green bandanna around her neck and the white gloves that hid the scars on her arms. The overall effect was a less severely looking Sapphire somewhat lacking in her natural effect to make someone think she wanted them dead if they looked at her. Of course she still had a scathing glare on her face but otherwise she looked like a totally different girl as she started a pre workout set of Sun Salutations her coach had taught her, modified to reduce pressure on her damaged rib.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amy Desire, PE: Fortunately, there was enough time between Armory and PE for Amy to change. Still not enough to go by her dorm, but enough to grab her gym clothes out of her locker, hurtle into a bathroom stall, and change quickly. Out of the cutoff jeans and into athletic shorts. To be honest, didn't make that much of a difference in how much of her was covered, but it had other benefits. Not the least of which was looking halfway normal. Well, as normal as any half-Faunus that looked like Amy in exercise clothes could look. Speaking of a lack of normalcy... Amy recognized that flurry of red hair. And quite a lot of the rest of that woman. "Diamond Frost. Imagine... seeing you here." The glance that went once over her entire body was almost imperceptible.</s>	<\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius Bellum - PE Aurellius was very saddened at the fact that the Standing Bull's horn had evaporated, leaving him with burning muscles and a ruined pride. Well, his pride wasn't ruined in the slightest, but it was still kind of depressing how his trophy was gone. He had gone so far as to harm his system to get something out of it, but to have said prize just dissipate wasn't what he had aimed for. The muscles in his armed ached a fair bit, he suspected a bit of ripping, but it really didn't matter. The pain always went away. After finishing watching Diamond beat the shit out of a velociraptor, Aurellius stood up from his cross legged seat on the grass like most of the people when the bell rung loudly. With a thumbs up to Diamond as he left, he sighed as he rounded a corner. Aurellius had noticed the few looks given to him when he surprised them with his semblance. He could've easily killed the bull with a stream of lead, but of course, he had to take it the theatrical way. Not that he didn't like that way, it was certainly a better way than nothing, but man did his arms hurt. It took Aurellius around five minutes to get changed in preparation for Physical Education. He settled for a light blue on grey jogging suit, stowing away Ascalon on his way there. The clothing of course was made of very fine material. On arrival to PE, he noticed Diamond had gotten there first, along with a few he only slightly recognized. Not hiding his lucrative stares at the womanfolk, he spoke up. "Top of the morning to you ladies and gents. I hadn't thought PE would be Co-Ed, but who am I to complain about the show?"</s>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate When it came to moving through thick crowds, Abel was always on edge. It was never easy for a big guy to mill around with others, with so many feet to step on heads to knock into, and overall embarrassment to be head. It reminded him of moving through the storehouse back in Pallisade—the 'world of cardboard', as his mom had nicknamed it. He had to exercise extra self-control, or crush something that he might really need. As a result, he was content to let the other students flow around him, and ended up almost last in the lunch line. After arriving at the front, however, he discovered the stifling wait to be worth it. He pored through the salad bar, selecting plentiful lettuce, tomato, ham, bell pepper, olive, cheese, egg, and some savory sauce. One carton of white milk and a smaller carton of grape juice would serve to wet his whistle, and he picked up some mashed potatoes on the side. He paid the cashier at the end of the buffet with a forty dollars, thinking to stock up his account so that he wouldn't have to rummage through his wallet every day. Of course, that meant that he had less than five dollars for miscellaneous expenditures, so he'd have to be careful. The armor of Gren Orchid was easy to spot across the cafeteria. He made a beeline for his table, and as he approached he observed that Shiro was there as well. Setting his heaped salad on the table, he stepped over the bench and seated himself. A tiny bottle of sanitizer was produced from a pocket in his jacket, which he used while eying his teammate's mini-grill and the mouth-watering morsels of meat cooking atop it. "You're crazy-prepared," he said matter-of-factly, seemingly forgetting a proper greeting. He recalled the last time he had seen Gren in motion, and while Shiro's fight had been rendered hazier by all the fights that followed it, its memory remained strong in Abel's mind. Shiro himself seemed very happy; perhaps the steaks had something to do with it. His infectious smile encouraged Abel to speak. "Excellent showin' in first period! I'm not really the kind of guy to be dishin' out compliments, but both of you did very well. Kinda bums me out that I was the only one who technic'lly lost." The sanitizer bottle vanished into his coat, and he peeled open his milk carton. "I wasn't really fightin' serious, though. Next time Robert won't get off so easy." He was halfway through a combined forkful of lettuce, tomato, and egg when his eyes widened; he had forgotten something. After finishing chewing, he set the fork aside and closed his eyes. Through the tumult of chatter present in the cafeteria no words could be heard, but his lips were clearly moving. It wasn't long before he resumed eating. "What did you think of math? Fullbuster's a pretty sweet name, but he was so...uninspiring. Took me about ten minutes to get my head on straight and start workin' through that packet." The juice box was emptied in one fell swoop. He gave it a disappointed look, clearly unhappy with its capacity, but quickly turned his attention back to the others. Abel suddenly realized that Swansong was down a member, with Sapphire was nowhere to be seen. Not knowing if she was here doing her vanishing trick or not, he nevertheless couldn't get too concerned about it. Whether she was off in the infirmary, still getting food, or maybe with others, Abel much preferred her off doing her own thing than being here stifling him. With Shiro and Gren he felt a sort of kinship, but Sapphire had closed herself off from any of that. Still, her fight with the shield-toting Oswald had been impressive considering her injuries.</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>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</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> <\|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>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria ==> Armoury Before Gren or Abel had a chance to either accept Sapphire to the table or tell her to take a hike the bell rang. She sighed, Sapphire had had enough of her previous meal that she wouldn't be too hungry and if she was she had a couple of seal snacks stashed inside her violin case. "I suppose I'll see you guys after class. Fuzzball, work on the landing, you're coming down too hard." Sapphire left the lunch room. Her next class was Armory which she considered would be a lot more interesting than Grimm Studies. With enough firepower Grimm went down eventually no matter their weaknesses and strengths so the class the dealt with creating that firepower took precedent for her. She had no need to go to her room for her bag, so far there wasn't anything to put in it. If she'd attended History or Math no doubt she'd have textbooks for those subjects but Armory seemed to be a hands on class so extra baggage wasn't really necessary. When Sapphire arrived at the classroom she scanned the crowd taking inventory of who was present. She saw Oswald, her opponent from the ring, Gren from her own team and she cursed her luck but Shiro was also there. She couldn't think why he'd take this class, he didn't have the grey matter left over to visualize schematics. As Sapphire continued to survey the crowd he eyes caught on someone at the back. A girl with startlingly red hair that seemed to merge into feathers, a faunus no doubt but that wasn't what pulled Sapphire's attention. The azure haired girl's heart beat faster watching the way she was sitting, shoulders hunched, head down. Sapphire blinked once and she could see her sister Cecily sitting like that on the days that Janus came home from a mission, hoping not to be noticed. Sapphire blinked again and the image was gone. The girl was simply trying to avoid being noticed most likely by the teacher. Sapphire personally thought the way she was sitting drew more attention to her but then again that was likely only to Sapphire who looked for that kind of thing. The seat next to the girl was as good a place as any to sit. Sapphire walked slowly but deliberately over to the feathered girl and took a seat next to her. Her appearance certainly was an interesting one, she had on a leather collar round her neck and the rest of her clothing was... immodest to say the least, past that however she was pretty if not for her taste in clothing she would have appeared respectable. Sapphire considered that her choice of dressing was saying something that not a lot of people could hear but she reconsidered asking about it. It wasn't really her problem or her business. As Sapphire sat down she removed both of her shotguns from her back. They were arranged in such a way that she couldn't sit down comfortably with them still holstered. Sapphire placed them on the desk in front of her. She glanced sidelong at he desk partner for a moment before saying, "Nice feathers."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro fidgeted in his seat, he was restless and wanted the class to get started. Constantly looking around and moving, he watched as the class quickly filled up. Tail wagging excitedly, he beamed as he recognized a few familiar faces. However, his enthusiasm was cut into slightly when he noticed Sapphire coming into the class. He would have to remember to continue giving her a wide berth, which was sad when you thought about it seeing how she was supposed to be his leader. Sadly, as he continued to scan the room, he didn't see Abel. He must've had a different class for this period. Shiro wasn't all too comfortable with the inevitable separation of him and his team, but he had to remember that this was a school. They weren't always all going to be together. Besides, he was rather used to being alone. Having friends- His line of thought was interrupted as he took notice of a specific person in the room. Sniffing at the air, a low rumbling growl reverberated in his throat and chest as the scent boiled his blood. Pupils narrowing into thin, black slits his vision locked onto a particular avian Faunus sitting hunched over. She seemed to be trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible, but Shiro caught onto her presence rather quickly thanks to Sapphire. He remembered that he was still hungry. For some reason he couldn't explain, his mind was focused on one word. "Prey.." He almost started to bare his fangs. In the bulk of the school, there were far too many students with different scents clashing and mixing with each other that it sometimes proved difficult for Shiro to navigate the school. Thankfully, he had his Scroll to help keep him on track and direct him to where he needed to go and distract him. But here, in the classroom where there were only 30-40 students, scents were easier to detect. Making it easy for Shiro to sort out other Humans from Faunus. Specifically Faunus he didn't quite view as other living creatures, but as food or enemies. Slowly rising from his seat, he had a near uncontrollable urge to lunge across the classroom and sink his fangs into the female avian Faunus. It was at that moment that someone had taken a seat next to him and made a comment on his weapons that he snapped back to reality. Blinking, he shook his head and settled back into his seat. "Woah, what was that? Come on now, Shiro, she's another student. Not...food." Looking at the student who sat next to him, he smiled and- His smile froze as he realized who had spoken to him. From the look and smell of him, the guy was a Lion Faunus. He was sitting next to him now, absolutely wonderful. Trying his best not to let it show, his smiling face soured into a neutral expression. Gritting his fangs, he pressed his lips shut tightly. He didn't quite like Lion Faunus types. He didn't have very many pleasant experiences with Lion Faunus before in the past. Typically, all Lion Faunus were the same to him. Arrogant and overly confident to the point of driving others away with their overbearing personalities. Something about being Kings and Queens of the more arid regions of the world. Whenever he would run into a Lion Faunus, they would typically make some snide remark about his Tiger Faunus lineage. Something about the Kings and Queens of the Jungle versus those of the Desert. Though Shiro may not have had a hateful bone in his body, he still had his prejudices. From no fault of his own, just from prior personal experience. "Th-thank you, your weapons are very.." He glanced at the Lion boy's weapons and couldn't help but think they were rather garish and gaudy. "Interesting too." he finished. Sighing, he sat rigidly in his chair, staring at his desk. This class was going to test him, he knew it. He couldn't wish for the class to start any harder than he was at that moment. Once he could start working on his equipment, he could distract himself and keep from potentially causing issues with the other students in the class. He would have to restrain himself, he thought as he glanced at the...interestingly dressed Avian Faunus. Ears drooping and tail lazily sweeping at the floor behind him, he was hoping to enjoy his time here at Beacon, not raise his blood pressure. Maybe the Lion faunus sitting next to him wasn't like the others. He would have to be sure to make friends with the feathered Faunus girl too, so that he could see her as a comrade and fellow student instead of lunch. He could only hope. If there was one thing Beacon did for him, it was sure good at making Shiro hope. He smirked and chuckled once to himself at the irony of the school's name.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel finished off the rest of his lunch, ignoring the commotion involving Priscilla and Rayna. It didn't involve him, so there wasn't much of a need to get involved. Shortly afterward, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. As he left the table to head to his next class, he took a moment to remember what his next class was, then remembered it was the Armory class. Probably one of the few classes that wouldn't be boring. As he entered the Armory class, he noticed quite a few familiar faces. Shiro, his sparring partner from earlier, and some others from earlier as well. He picked some unoccupied spot in the middle of the class and then made himself comfortable as he waited for the class to begin. He wasn't the type to come on early, but he figured that perhaps this would be one of the more interesting classes. After all, how could an Armory class be boring?</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad still didn't have an appetite, but ate what he could while he could. Leaving Ben and Amy to do the talking, Trad simply gave Sarina a nod as he got up for the bell. "Hold on," Trad quickly tossed his food and caught up to Ben and Sangue. "Grimm studies is my next class as well." It was a quiet walk down the hall. Ben was focused on finding the right room and Sangue was…Well, still being Sangue. Eventually they reached the room and Ben took a seat in the front row. Without a thought Trad followed and sat next to him, but noticed Sangue being hesitant. There were all nervous about this, but she seemed even more so, and sitting in the front row wouldn't really help with that at all. Trad stood up and let her take his seat next to Ben and Trad took the one next to her. He hoped having her in-between teammates and not next to a stranger would help calm her. When she moved almost right next to Ben, Trad couldn't help but wonder if they knew each other better than he thought.</s>	<\|message\|>Indigo Kafka As Indi stared at Saph intently, waiting to hear her response, the bell rang, destroying any hope of getting a good lunch. A groan of annoyance left his mouth, and he got up to leave the lunch room. Saph took her leave, saying she'd see them after class, not bothering to answer his question. "I'll keep you to that." He said, obviously out of her hearing range. He wanted to confirm his win, even though he was about 90% sure he had already won. He was quite surprised she was even a leader, literally everyone else on the team seemed like a better choice. Maybe Ozpin was just stupid or something, who knows? Indi left the cafeteria alone. His team was gone, and he didn't feel like talking to others right now. He only had two girls on his mind; Cia, and Lana. Maybe a brother or sister, too. That reminded him, he had an idea for a dust sword. Well, whatever, he'd deal with it in class. He'd need to actually learn more than the basics first if he wanted to craft something more complex than the Hatchet-SMG combo he had on him. When he got to the classroom, he took a look around at the students who had gotten there. Ivan was there, Shiro, Geni, someone who's name started with a D, Danny, he thought. Saph was there too, sitting next to an incredibly attractive woman in immensely flattering clothing. His face got red for about the fifteenth time that day, and he gulped. He hadn't seen this girl before, he definitely would have remembered her face. And body, jeez, that body... He was not sitting next to Saph, he could confront her after class. Right now he needed an asshole to get him back in the mood to be better than others. He sat down next to Ivan. "Hey dude, what's up?" He asked, unclipping his weapons from his waistline and placing them on the desk to investigate where to improve.</s>
<\|description\|>Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid This disturbance has gone for quite longer than Gren had hoped. He largely ignored Geni and his slip about his past. It didn't matter to him, but it seemed to have an affect on others, include Geni himself. And it did not help that others seemed to want some sort of conflict to occur from Geni's slip. Gren wanted nothing to do with it... Until Sapphire chose to involve herself. At least the worse Shiro does is make a fool of himself. But Gren knew Sapphire was walking into trouble, and Gren would have to ensure that this trouble ended quickly. Though he didn't want to involve himself this was no time to sit idly by. Gren stood up and turned towards the two loud mouths. "Enough. Take your conflicts out of this class. You're no use to Beacon holding into that hatred." Of course Gren knew this was never so simple. Once the White Fang was brought up it was only a matter of time before violence occurred. At least Gren wouldn't allow himself to be caught off guard. He wished he could have at least started on that weapon's project, but alas...</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Class Daniel couldn't even get one iota of relaxation in this classroom. All this talk about the White Fang and terrorists and Grimm... it was enough to drive anyone insane. Even though Daniel had no desire to get involved, he couldn't just let this ignorant punk run his mouth off like that, even after Amaranth tried to defuse the situation. Jumping out of his seat, he casually strolled up to Ivan, his arms already set ablaze as a result of his Semblance. "A lot of people say that a dog's bark is worse than his bite, and I'd say that it's true for you as well," Daniel said. "Sure, the White Fang aren't the good guys in the world, but you honestly expect humans to be any better? Humans are just as capable of the things that the White Fang have done." Daniel's hair turning blonde from his Semblance, he continued, "You sound like you've never seen what a human could do. How a human strips away a Faunus' pride, beats him bloody and senseless, even uses him as a shield to take the blow from someone else." Daniel's eyes had a deep sense of pain within them, showing the truth for anyone who looked within them. Daniel then attempted to grab Ivan by his shirt and bring him close to his face. "If anything, humans are the true animals. You speak so mighty from such a weak, one-sided position." Daniel then dropped him onto a seat, saying, "Follow her advice and stay down." The seemingly most ironic thing about what Daniel had said was that he himself was a human, yet he was saying all those things about humans. Daniel then walked back to his seat to try to get on with the class.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Aaaaaand there it was, the shit hitting the fan. The outright arguing was bad enough, but when Daniel grabbed Ivan, Oswald was there literally instantly. Daniel didn't hit the kid, thankfully, but that was enough. Pointing at Gren, he started speaking. "Alright, everybody. My good friend here tried to get you to calm your tits before everything went to hell, but clearly we're close to the point of no return. It's over. You wanna fight, you do it later. Or should I remind you morons that my team leader has a tank parked at the back of this room, and that I'm carrying enough Dust to level half this building?" Lowering his hand, which he had pointed at Unsubtle, Oswald exhaled, releasing his pent-up tension. "Professor, I missed the last few comments you made about Dust. It wouldn't do well for me to forget anything important about Dust." Smiling as he said the last phrase, Oswald looked between all of the offending parties, hoping the professor would intervene and stop any further arguments. One thing was certain, and that was that Beacon was interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Immediately, both Faunas and Human choose sides, and some remained neutral. Sapphire, Amy, Daniel and some other students took up Geni's side. Amy and Sapp tried to either calm him down, or assure him. Either way they wanted him to come to his sense and make a decision. Next thing he new Ivan was making his defense. And everything he said was true, absolutely true. He understood the fact that he would never be forgiven, that be could never truly turn over a new leaf, and that was the reason he was hear. If he could not change, then he would fight for a cause that both humans and Faunas dealt with, and that was fighting Grimm. Unfortunately, that man did not see it that way, and he did not care to explain to him anyway. "Do you think I don't know that. I did not come here to change. I can here to fight for something that affected all of us." He yelled angrily his hands balled into fights. Geni was ready to deck the guy, even if he had a kid that could teleport, that was easy to deal with. "Always a terrorist huh." He said darkly. "Well then, let me show you how a terrorist fight." He yelled as he jumped onto the desk and crossed the room by jumping from desk to desk in seconds. As he passed by his own weapon he crouched down, grabbed it of the desk, and spring back up into the air. Holding Ragnorok with a two hand grip, he held the blade over his head as he was in the air and brought the blade down onto Ivan's head firing a shot as he did, making the blade fall harder. "Let your team leader bring out his tank, I'll still take it down!" He yelled as he jumped from desk to desk"</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren was not one to get involved in fighting that she did not start, but she also couldn't let Geni get expelled before Mokuren could kill him. She had a gripe with him that far surpassed the petty dispute about wither or not he worked to free Faunus from human tyranny. So, when the shit started to hit the fan she stood up silently and moved over to the group of people that where shouting. That said, there was no way she could stop him with Sarasagi when he leapt into action and prepared to crush the guy's head with his sword, the gunshot going off and making it even more unstoppable. Which is exactly how Mokuren liked her attacks. With unnaturally lithe grace, Mokuren sprang from where she was standing and managed to arrive in front of Ivan - who was not exactly innocent in this and would get a clout later from the fox girl - and prepared her Semblance to reflect the incoming attack. The idea that it would be Geni taking the hit if anyone was not one that entered Mokuren's mind, she was just trying to stop some guy getting murdered. And hopefully the impact of a sword strike would be less lethal than an actual sword strike.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - Armory He growled at the scantily clad woman through gritted teeth. "I was minding my own business, and I hadn't said a word against the guy that suddenly decided that some eye contact was enough to get his widdle feelings hurt. Then he asked for my opinion. I gave it. F**king simple if you ask me." Ivan was about to get in Daniel's face when the latter grabbed him by the collar, balling his hands into fists that he kept rigidly by his side. His venomous insult was cut down before it could begin by the suddenly there Oswald and his rather intimidating bulk. After a moment of simple staring, he slapped Daniel's hand down and away before giving his response in a much more controlled tone of voice. "If you think that I was talking about all Fanus when I mentioned an extremist group, you're more racist than anyone else here, swordsman." He glared out from behind Oswald's shoulder."I don't care what race they are. If they are criminals then they must be stopped." He glanced up at the man with the teleporting semblance and seemingly thought about something rude to say before the gunslinger held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "Fine. I've said my piece, I'll stop talking now." He had turned his back on the terrorist when he struck, a growl growing in his throat as the other man charged him. It died nearly instantly when Mokuren stepped in to intercept the blade, and panic instead overtook the gunslinger.There was a desperate scream of "No!" as the blade came down. Some unrelated girl was about to get sliced in half because of this prick's hurt feelings. Ivan moved without thinking. As Geni's slash came down, he pushed the fox-girl aside with all his might, drawing his arm across in a horizontal line as he activated his semblance to attempt to utilize whatever dust was bursting inside that blade to knock it aside. When the shot came to augment the falling blow, the bullet instead transferred all its additional force to the right side of the barrel, forcing the blade to differ from its originally intended course of Ivan's, then Mokuren's, head.</s>	<\|message\|>Indigo Kafka "Eh. Not really." Indi said to Ineko, after he sat down from his introduction. Then Shiro... exploded. That was the only way to say it. Girl troubles, he assumed, though that may have been him projecting a bit. Then, Sapphire was a bitch again, followed by some other chick taking her side. What the hell was wrong with her, did she hate Shiro that much? And that other girl with the reflect-y thing, why was she siding with Saph when it was obvious she was just making fun of Shiro and trying to get him out of the classroom because of the embarrassment of association. Honestly he didn't care who you were paired with, as long as you were nice and fought well. Sapphire With that slow rage bubbling, Indi turned back to his teacher. Dust! Yes, dust, he needed to know this stuff for his cool flame sword. He whipped out his Scroll and began vigorously typing, trying to gather all the info on dust he could. He wasn't as quick at typing as he was hurriedly jotting down his notes in his special brand of unreadable writing, but he now that he had a Scroll, it was a better option just to type. It was readable, transferable, and if he got better, faster. Then, Geni stood up, completely interrupting the teacher and breaking Indi's utter concentration on dust, and all dust related things. With and angered sigh he turned to face Geni and listen to what he said. Yes, violence, that was how you got people to listen! Then... she tried to get Geni to stop, doing her trademark "best verbal defense is a verbal offense" shtick with Ivan as the victim once again. Then Ivan said so many wrong things it wasn't even funny. Was he that much of an idiot? Indi was saddened that he was paired with such a moron. The new girl tried to defuse the situation, with some help from Gren. That was before Dan decided essentially bully Ivan into standing down. Oswald did more of the same, smartly (in Indi's opinion) siding with neither party. Ivan stated his... surprisingly sensible piece. He brought up a great point, Geni started it, and Dan was making way to many assumptions. He agreed some humans were assholes, but he wasn't an asshole. At least, regarding Human-Faunus relations. Then Geni did the unforgivable and completely dishonorable. He attacked a surrendered opponent. This was a petty squabble, to be settled in a duel. Not a war where guerilla tactics were acceptable. Before Indi could step in though, that other fox faunus lady stepped in. She was the... what was she? He must have missed her match. Didn't matter, though, Ivan stepped in and tried to take the hit, to which Indi though he was an idiot. He quickly projected a barrier in front of his teammate, not realizing that the blade was moving in his direction now.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival Oswald paid careful attention to the professor, who explained that they would be teleporting somewhere else. That came as a massive shock to him. In his life, he'd never heard of anybody other than him being able to teleport- and now the entire class would be doing it? Oswald couldn't help but feel a bit cheated: this was his domain, had been since he discovered his semblance. The fact that it was only in one specific place, and presumably lead to another specific place, was only a small comfort as he watched the other students head into the portal. He wondered how many would be disoriented. The first time he'd used his semblance, he almost passed out from the sudden change in perspective. After a few students went through, Oswald decided that this was his time to go. Tightly gripping the screw in his hand, he counted down from ten in his mind. At three, he started moving. At two, he tossed the screw through the portal. At one, he leapt through the window. His eyes blurred for a short moment, but other than that, he was fine. Walking over to the professor, Oswald couldn't hide his curiosity. "What...was that? I've never heard of anybody but me being able to teleport, and...we all just did it. This is weird." He still wasn't sure of what to think, but for now, he'd keep his less pleasant feelings to himself. No point in getting bothered about it.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Physical Education Sapphire took in a couple gulps of air trying to steady her breathing and the shaking of her body when someone stopped. At first she assumed it was some worried soul about to offer her help. She'd likely accept grudgingly and shrug them off after they helped her to her feet. That was before she realized who it was that stopped. Ivan, she couldn't stand the sight of his face and in all likely hood he'd only stopped because she'd been running directly in front of him and her collapse had impeded his ability to move forward. Sapphire heard him ask tentatively if she needed help but what spoke to her a hundred times louder was the fact that he was staying just out of her weapons range. Some much for a good Samaritan. She didn't want his help no matter if she needed it or not. It had been a minute or so since she'd stopped running and the pain in her chest has eased significantly. She got to her feet slowly testing her body to make sure that it was functional. "I'm fine, you're losing the race." She said giving him a look that would scare a dragon. She clapped him on the shoulder. "Next time you want to help someone be more concerned for their safety less that they want to hurt you. That form of self preservation is not an attractive quality in anyone let alone a hunter." After she was done speaking Sapphire pushed off of Ivan's shoulder giving her a burst of speed. Her rib still hurt like hell but anger superseded pain allowing her to catch up to most of the group just before they reached the finish line. She can in just behind most of the class but she was content in the knowledge that Ivan at least had gotten a worse time then she had.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Survival Daniel took his time getting to his Survival class, using his Scroll to guide him. Upon reaching the class, while noting that there were already quite a few students who had arrived, he immediately started wandering the class. The old weapons, the cans which were filled with some unknown substances, the guy strumming a guitar, they were all not what he had been expecting. Then again, there was a lot in this school he hadn't been expecting. Still, it wasn't exactly unpleasant. He walked over to the cans, wondering what could possibly be inside them. Deciding not to examine them more closely, he then went over to the pile of old weapons and wondered what they were here for. Some of them didn't seem like they could be used for their original purposes anymore. He then walked over to the cans, wondering what could possibly be inside them. Then came the announcement that class was starting. The teacher explained that they would be jumping out a window to teleport to some unknown location, then jumped out of it himself, leaving no trace of him. Daniel, curious, wondered where that would lead. He grabbed a screw and waited his turn to go, then took a running start before throwing the screw in and jumping in head first, whooping as he did. Rolling on the ground to make a quick recovery, he quickly and smoothly got up from the ground. Well, this was certainly an interesting experience. Perhaps he could actually have some fun with this. He also wondered what those green rocks were for.</s> <\|message\|>Żywie Stal Sarina Tala Dei Sarina could care less about Grimm studies. After all it was a simple class to her and missing a day wouldn't affect her. Though she wondered what she could do now… Sarina walked down the hallway to enter her dorm room which was entirely to herself. She sat down on her couch. Her mind was in state of nothingness. As time passed by she lied down on her couch to eventually going to sleep. -- Sarina Tala Dei - Survival Waking from her nap, Sarina realized she was going to be late for Combat Practice. It did not stress her out; so long she arrives to class. With her weapons by her side she traveled to Survival arriving late as Vorosky. Sarina knew the drill. Broken window, teleport… she did this before last year. She grabbed an industrial screw and jumped through the window going into the teleport…feet first, a mistake she made during her first year. I hope no one is in front of me as she made the same mistake again. Yet as she got out of the teleport she noticed a man directly in front of the teleporter. She yelled "watch out" and her quick thinking came. She immediately unsheathed Arbiter and threw it to the ground sticking into the grass the blade just a few inches away from Daniels back. As she descended she used the hilt of Arbiter as a pedestal as one of her feet landed on the hilt of her sword and then immediately placed her other foot upon Daniels left shoulder. Nonchalantly Sarina said "Glad my feet didn't collide with your head? If it did, you'd be like the guy from last year who had to stay bedridden for a week." Monotonously she said "Sarina, assistant of Goodwitch. You must be Daniel."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Once her turn arrived, Sepia launched herself from her starting position with as much speed as possible, hoping that the extra momentum would make some of the obstacles a little easier. The first log was no problem, and Sepia didn't have as much difficulty with the pull-up bar as some of the other students did, but the balance beam proved to be more of an issue. When swinging herself up onto the thicker log part, her tail got snagged on something, costing her a few seconds to get it free. Once standing, she ran down the logs and over the jumps easily. When she got to the wall, Sepia pulled herself up and over, noting how the edge pulled up on her shorts. "I guess ditching the skirt was a good idea after all." The rest of the course went by mostly uneventfully, and Sepia thought that having to get over the few logs right in a row was kind of fun, actually. As she started sliding back down the rope, however, it slipped out of her grip and she landed on her rear. Hard. Hoping that no one had noticed, she quickly jumped up and walked back to where the other students who had finished and the professors were waiting. "Ouchouchouch."</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Darn it... how could the professor just see her fro- well she wasn't that far from her but still. Priscilla bit her bottom lips blushing a bit as the professor called her out. She was going to be in a lot of trouble that just happens when you are late to class. "My excuse...? I don't have one.. I was just... I g- wasn't paying much attention to the bell and I ran to the bathroom to change before coming here. Well, I didn't exactly change, I just changed my shoes to a comfortable one for the obstacle course and stuff." Priscilla spoke nervously, now going to the front of the line. She had no boyfriend to begin with, well Robert wasn't really her boyfriend but she wanted him to be. Priscilla turned her head noticing Robert giving her the thumbs up, she smile at him knowing that he will always have her back on everything and that was just the reason why she was so attracted to him. "Okay, okay. I'm going.. don't need to be mean...gosh." Priscilla tied her hair up to a ponytail, now running to the obstacle course first jumping the log, successful now heading to the other obstacle course jumping and grabbing onto the pole trying to get herself up, but couldn't because of her wearing a skirt. Her body fell, falling down on her back while looking up at the pole, sighing. She failed. Now to hear the professor scream at her, the others laughing and Robert probably laughing.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Out of all things, a portal was not something Sangue expected to confront. Though her surprised remained hidden behind her stoic face, her stiffened body could at least send hints that she had second thoughts about jumping through a portal. At the very least, throwing the piece of metal that now rested in her free hand seemed harmless for her standards. After all, she flung around a piece of metal that was literally attached to her, so she did not feel unfamiliar with the idea. With that said, Sangue mindlessly threw her nail into the portal before jumping in… …only to land on the ground face-flat, her claw digging into the grass as it dangled behind her. The woman struggled to get up, using her only arm to pry herself shakily off of the ground. It took her a few seconds to notice that the Apophis Claw awkwardly extended itself, remaining still on the ground. Blinking with her barely open and unscarred eye, Sangue retracted the claw back to her shoulder, turning back to pay attention to the class she now attended in. Things seemed awkward so far. It was to be expected of a school filled with odd things.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival He wasn't late to it, since he kind of got there right after the last class. Everything went by fairly quickly for him, mostly because he was more interested in how unique this classroom was. Back in the city everyone would think you were an absolute nutter to hold a class in a room like this, but considering the subject matter he liked it. When his turn came for the portal he picked up his share and entered wordlessly after the ten... Or nine... Okay, he counted a little quickly. It was roughly 7 seconds for a normal person, he tried his best to slow down. As he appeared in the campsite, he stepped away from the portal and surveyed the surroundings... Campsite, logs, coloured rocks? Possibly for zoning or marking... But they were neatly lined up. Was this what they were to make use of? He watched the other students come through too. Some a bit more ceremoniously than others.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE "Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points? He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications. It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better. The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning. The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class Esther stood by on the sidelines, observing the student's performances in silent judgement. She had half a mind to make Mr. Fallson redo the course then and there, as his performance was cringe-worthy and nearly made her sick watching him bumble through her course. She would have to request to see his previous field performances. She had a hard time believing that he had passed the initiation test. But, she wouldn't contradict Professor Iderson's decision. A vein pulsed in her temple as he butchered her name. Clenching her white gloved fist, she held herself back from throat-punching him. At least he realized his mistakes halfway through and decided on just referring to her as 'ma'am'. Her sharp ears catching Ms. Montgomery's muttered complaints, it took all her willpower not to grab the poor girl up and toss her into the treeline. Professor Iderson saw it fit for her to immediately retry the course, saving her from Esther's wrath. Temporarily, at least. Sighing, she adjusted the brim of her cover. "Ms. Montgomery, I strongly suggest you hold your tongue and keep your complaints to yourself. Lest I give you something to truly bitch about. If you think we're being 'mean' to you, then you're in for a very rude awakening as you and your team begin to take on missions." She strided over to where Ms. Montgomery sat and stood looming over her. Her expression darkened as an intimidating aura emanated from her. Looking down at the girl, her eyes shaded by the brim of her cover, she continued. "Better to ready yourself to face the world's cruelty here at Beacon and steel yourself, before you witness the true horror of the Grimm. Do you think we're being 'mean' here? You have no idea if you haven't yet laid eyes on the atrocities of those black demons." Her white-gloved hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Priscilla's shoulder roughly, jerking her upright and onto her feet. With a single shove, she forced Priscilla towards the direction of the line in front of the obstacle course. "Get to the back of the line. Once everyone else has run through at least once, you are going again. This time, perform a little better unless you'd enjoy doing this ten or more times." Folding her arms behind her back, she turned and returned to her original spot. Eyes observing Mr. Fallson. --- Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class Watching the video and observing the other students run through the course, he tilted his head curiously. For some reason, his fellow comrades had trouble one way or another save for a few out of the majority. To him, the course was rather simple and straightforward enough. As his turn arrived, he removed his hooded cowl and laid it on the end of the beginning log to retrieve once he completed his runthrough. Doing a few quick stretches and warm ups, he lowered his body on all fours. Black stubby claws sticking out through his gloves, he waited for the signal to start. Like a silvery, furry bullet, he took off. With relative ease and grace, Shiro blazed through the obstacles with little difficulty. As he got to the end of the course, climbing up the final rope and sliding down, he had barely broken a sweat. Sure, he was panting slightly, but he felt the course was little more than a warm-up for him. Walking quietly to the beginning of the course, he picked up his hooded cowl and affixed it back onto his body. Looking at the other students, he wondered if it was because they were human and he wasn't that he had a breeze of a time. To be honest, not many of them seemed to be very physically capable. Eying the newcomer Dog Faunus girl with a little discomfort, he padded over to Professor Iderson and waited to hear his time with a bright smile. Tail wagging back and forth excitedly. To be honest, the course was rather fun. He wouldn't be too opposed to running it a few more times. He needed to stay physically active anyways to burn off his massive stores of energy. Otherwise, his team wouldn't see the end of it if he hadn't tuckered himself out by the end of the day.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Having heard his time, Robert collapsed to the ground dramatically, landing on his back, and letting out a quiet "Nooooooo." When he was done exaggerating his contempt for going a second time on the obstacle course, Robert stood back up, brushed the dirt off, and got back in line for his hopefully more successful second attempt. Eventually, Robert was back at the front of the line. His previous aches and pains were, for the most part, ignorable as the waiting had allowed much of the pain to subside. He positioned himself so that he could get a faster burst of speed when the signal to start was given. As soon as it was, Robert burst forward, almost jumping completely over the first obstacle. He reached the pull-up bar and, amazingly, pulled himself over it on his first try, albeit taking longer to do it then most of the other students. Robert continued with little trouble until he stood at the top of the balance beam. As soon as he got there he stopped in his tracks, hesitating for about a second before continuing slowly across. As Robert jumped down at the end, he shouted, "Whoop!" and raised his arms in the air. He would have made a comment about his luck seemingly taking a much better turn, but he feared jinxing it. The rest of the course was completed with little difficulty, when compared to Robert's previous attempt that is, and he jumped into the air after crossing the finish line. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-" he stopped his cheers to look down at the ground, expecting to see an unavoidable banana peel or something for him to slip on. This attempt had gone way to smoothly compared to how his luck usually was, and he was expecting any moment for something bad to happen. He slowly made his way to Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh, paying attention to his surroundings in case his usual luck returned to him. His nervousness and uneasiness completely obvious to anyone looking at him, he looked up to the professors. "H-how'd I do?" After asking, he quickly looked behind him again expecting to see some object to be flying at his face or something. Why was nothing bad happening? Something bad always happens. The fact that nothing bad was happening was worse then something bad actually happening.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor – P.E. Victor maintained his pace at the back of the pack for the whole 2 miles. He could have done it faster but he would have probably caused a massive crash of some sort, besides forcibly jogging slower wasn't always bad for him. Arriving back Victor payed close attention to Professor Kore and his evaluations. Hearing he could have a short break to get a drink, Victor waited in anticipation. When Victor heard that after the break it would involve push ups he started chuckling, trying to suppress it at first, then slowly it got out of hand until he was short of breath and almost falling over. Push ups! Of all the things! Oh god this is too funny! Robotic prosthesis certainly have their advantages... Regaining control over himself Victor took a deep breath and sighed. Walking a short distance away he grabbed himself a drink. Once refreshed Victor made his way back and began doing the required sit-ups. Once done, Victor stood up and stretched a little before raising his right – robotic – arm and asked "Sir? About the push ups? What should I do in my case? I only just got this thing back on so I'm a bit more inclined to keep it there… and my arm isn't just for decoration, sir." Victor figured he knew what the Professor would say, but Victor didn't like to assume.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla Montgomery. Practice "Come on, Priscilla... you can do it. Robert has to be watching, you need to do this for him." Crap. She had to go something about this, she was not going to quit on herself and especially not on her professor. As Priscilla was on the ground, she noticed Rowan telling her to re-do the obstacles again. That made Priscilla want to cry but she simply nodded her head slowly and got up her feet. Priscilla walked to the start and ran to the obstacle, first jumping the log. That was a success, now the hard part, she reached her hand up grabbing the bar and lifting herself up trying to now show off anything under her battle skirt, it was also successful. Priscilla took a deep breath, already tired as she tied her hair up into a bun, just to make herself more balanced. --- A few minutes later, Priscilla has finally done the obstacle as she rolled on the ground, stopping and looking up at the sky/ceiling.[if they were inside or outside.] She was breathing really heavily but atlas ! She was done. And accomplished. Now she was all dirtied up! Pout pout.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival Wood, for campfire... Well, it was a good thing he decided to take Survival, because he was a city kid, he knew almost nothing about surviving in the woods. He decided not to do Practice, or Combat, because he got plenty of that already, the city terrain is possibly one of the most hazardous natural environments to run through after all. Though he has made a 'fire' before... He wasn't really well off in the city, so he can apply some of the knowledge he gained there. Usually people brought something thin and dry, so usually discarded newspapers were used to light a fire. So... Some dry bark? Was this place the kind to have dry back though? Or maybe dry leaves? Everything seemed to be teeming with life, so he suddenly felt like those weren't options. He heard someone mention small sticks too. That might work...? In any case, there were Grimm out there. "Hmmmm... Should I get a partner? Or rely on speed? I don't think I can carry much if I rely on speed though...", he contemplated. If he had a partner, this would be quite simple.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival As more Itzamna came out, Oswald realized that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the others, only having one usable arm and two weapons to wield with it. He could try to fight with one arm, but against more than three or four enemies, he'd be overwhelmed after even the smallest mistake. Deciding to move to the rest of the students, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the others cooperated. Goodwitch's assistant managed to save one of their classmates who was in a bind, Gren made a call out to everybody, alerting them to the presence of Salamanders in the area. Cursing, Oswald nodded at Abel, who had appeared near him after having eliminated some Grimm. "Stick by me, if you would. Only using one arm has made me quite the easy target." As he spoke, a group of five Itzamna charged them, moving to surround the pair of boys in a pincer attack. "I'll take the left." Hoping that Abel could handle the larger share, Oswald turned to the pair closest to him, staring the creatures down. Both advanced at once, trying to get him between the two, but Oswald teleported to the side of one and stabbed into its side, causing the raptor to leap away, wounded but still alive. Grunting, Oswald stepped out of the way of the other Grimm, which had used the distraction to make an attack. Oswald threw his cloak onto the Itzamna and stabbed straight through it, piercing the monster's shoulder, then turned his attention back to the first raptor, which was now stalking over towards him, even more angry. Repeating his original attack, Oswald teleported directly in front of the Grimm, stabbing upward into its throat. Turning as one creature disappeared, Oswald smirked as he watched the second Itzamna free itself from his cloak and leap at him. A shoulder roll to the right, and he'd flanked the raptor, slashing downwards with his sword, slicing its tail free from its body. Now heavily wounded and bleeding, the Itzamna let out a guttural screech, causing some salamanders to make their way towards the pair. "Dammit, they're just gonna keep calling for the others! Abel, we need to find the rest of the students and form up!"</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Underground Casino - Antagonist In a rundown apartment building across from the supposed location of The Dragon's Den, Team RCJM's contact stands at the window, peering through binoculars at the shady building's entrance. When the Beacon students walks into the room, with it's peeling walls and barren floors, he does not move from his vantage point. "Hey. Take a seat on the couch," he says. The officer continues to stare at the building for another minute of silence, before finally moving away to brief the hunters. He stares at them with a confused expression before finally talking. "So you're who they sent, huh? Well, alright." The still unnamed officer moves to a rollaway whiteboard filled with pictures of seemingly random people and strange notes, all of which are stung together with red string and tape. "My name's Murphy, and I'll be the one relaying you instructions as you try to infiltrate The Dragon's Den," he said as he passed the teens four small earpieces. "Now, here's the plan. Each of you will be going in one at a time, because if this all goes South it'll be harder for them to find all of you if they don't think you're all involved. When you approach the bouncer, he'll ask 'Where'd you get that sword?' The password to get in is 'It was given to me by the Lady of the Lake.' Once you're in, try to mingle with the other guests for a while. If any guards are watching you, they'll soon lose interest when you blend in with everyone else. When you think you've lost their attention, head to the backroom where there'll be a staircase leading under the building. We suspect this to be where their offices are. We haven't gotten anyone that close yet, so as soon as you're all inside, or at least most of you, contact me for further instructions. I also suggest coming up with some fake identities in case people start asking you questions, but that's up to you. You can go whenever you're ready," Officer Murphy informed them. He then turned back to the window he had previously been watching from and resumed his surveillance.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode The Shelter Sapphire Rode - Airship ==> Sanctuary Someone dropped Sapphire's bag next to her and she quickly felt around for the clasp and opened it. Running her fingers over the contents till she located the medical kit. Cleaning and bandaging a wound blind was not exactly an easy task but Sapphire's pride and perhaps a touch of arrogance wouldn't allow her to ask Abel or Gren for help. Asking Shiro wasn't an option even if Sapphire was open to the idea of getting assistance. Sapphire cleaned the blood from her wound. It was not particularly deep, not deep enough to need stitches but it still bled enough to be a problem. After discarding a number of blood covered cloths Sapphire applied a cream designed to stave off infection before finally wrapping her stomach three times around. Sapphire tied it off, just slightly tighter than was comfortable to ensure that it stopped the bleeding completely. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. It took almost ten minutes before Sapphire's sight returned and when it did looking at the scene that met her gaze Sapphire was sorry for what she'd said. No, that wasn't quite right. She was sorry for when she said it and the manner in which she confronted Shiro. A public forum was not a good place for violent outbursts. It was clear from all three of her teammate's faces that it had damaged relations with her. Sapphire and Abel had never been friends, far from it but they'd had a kind of cold understanding of one another. Sapphire wouldn't have called it trust more a grudging acknowledgement that they need one another. Looking into his eyes now however Sapphire could see the rage held within him. In the stiff way he held himself and how he just avoided her eyes. Gren was harder to read. Sapphire could read human body language very easily but it was harder with faunus whose anatomy didn't match the same way. Best she could guess was that he understood her outburst but condemned her methods. That was the logical conclusion she could draw with what little she knew about him. Then there was Shiro, well he wasn't exactly difficult to read. He bore everything he was feeling in the way he held his shoulders and ears and if she was being honest he only really seemed to have four modes. Depression, he hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself as small as possible. Bubbly, he held his ears and head high and embarrassed everyone around him. Ecstasy, the inability to control his movements and the tendency to damage everything with his in reach. And finally nervousness, he'd fidget and keep very still compared to how he normally moved. In any situation this made him a liability but the way in which Sapphire had handled him had not been productive or necessary. It would have been best to start pounding these lessons into his head during training not right break his bones with them right before a mission. As it stood Sapphire's actions had fractured the team. That didn't mean that it hadn't felt damn good to do it. Those feelings had been brewing in Sapphire since the moment she met Shiro and letting them hit the surface for an instant was like a breath of fresh air. Soon as they landed the team boarded a boat which delivered them to the animal shelter on the island. After they docked Shiro bolted ahead saying he would start scouting while Abel moved away from the group to check the doors to the Sanctuary. Only Gren stayed by Sapphire's side asking for her orders. "I... I made a mistake. I was angry and I let my rage get the better of me. I'll not apologize for anything I said to Shiro but it was neither the time nor the place for such a fight. It should have waited till after the mission. Now Shiro feels he has something to prove, it will only make him more reckless and in turn more of a liability. Abel is angry which means he's not going to trust what I say and I can't imagine that you're particularly thrilled at what you saw. I'm sorry for that, for damaging our adherence to one another before the mission began but I won't take back my words to the furball." Sapphire sighed, at the best of times an apology was not exactly her forte but she needed the team together on this even if she had to sacrifice some of her pride to make it so. "If you would follow Shiro around the building, help him scout and talk to him. Tell him it wasn't his fault or there's always next time or something to make him feel better. Report anything strange. I'll go talk to Abel. I've got to live with him for the rest of my time at Beacon I might as well play nice." Sapphire left Gren to his devices and caught up to Abel who was checking the doors. "Found anything the mission report didn't mention?" she asked. Gren, Sapphire could talk to more easily than the others most likely because out of all of them he was the most like her. Shiro was too bubbly and Abel didn't understand the place that Sapphire acted from. Gren and Sapphire might not be friends but they understood each other better then Sapphire understood the others. The apology came easier talking to Gren but it wasn't something she could launch into with Abel. In fact she wasn't sure she could do it at all. Time would tell.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes to ensure what he was seeing was real. Lowering his gloved paws, he blinked once more before he was convinced that what he was looking at was indeed real. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his own white, furry ears. Sniffing at the air, Shiro carefully scanned all around him to make sure it wasn't some sort of odd trap. For the time being, all seemed clear and peaceful. As he slowly approached the young Bear Faunus, he was a little confused. From his understanding of the mission, the island they were on was abandoned long ago. There shouldn't be anyone there, as far as he knew. Or perhaps he misread something important. Did people live out here, isolated from the rest of the world? Clearly so, as evident by the young boy in front of him. Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy. "Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus So the plan was to go through the front with the password...? Well, the problem for Jack right now was the mingling aspect, if he avoided talking with anyone and passed by with few words he should be able to easily mingle. His mind worked fast, but he could barely make a new personality for himself on the spot, but it didn't seem to be a requirement, so researching one wasn't needed. "Right, I guess I'll go first and check the place out, see ya". --- "Where'd you get that sword?" "Lady of the Lake gave it to me, pretty nice of her too", the bouncer raised an eyebrow, it wasn't the exact phrase, but it had all the meaning to pass. He simply said 'go on through', and Jack was in. He himself didn't know what to expect while he was in there, so he made it a thing to keep to the edges and away from the main party.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze This was a very interesting mission she supposed first thing she arrives she was thrust into this mission oh well she supposed. A huntress's life was often filled with danger and unexpected twists and turns. With a sigh she slid her hood up letting the long "ribbons" of cloth trail downward as she turned up her music as well. If she was going to try and enter it she might as well look like she was some "punk" off the street or some kind of "airhead" would probably be the better assumption. Cian Kuze flitted towards the entrance of the den her blue eyes dazzling in the moonlight giving it a unworldly glow. As she approached one entrance she waved and smiled brightly at the bouncer. Her music was blaring from headphones draped around her neck as she lowered her bunny eared hood revealing long blackish blue hair. "Hello mister I would like to gain entrance to this here said establishment" she giggled. With a grunt the and a nod to his own patience he spoke with a gruff voice "Where'd you get that sword, kid?" "Why I believe the lady of the lake gave it to me." She said with a slight tilt of her head "though If I am wrong I am sure you will tell me wont you mister?" With another grunt ending her from asking another question the bouncer opened the door and ushered her in. She did get the password right after all a bit oddly worded but it was still there. Not to mention it best hurry her in before she speaks his ear off. Giggling once more and waving bye she skipped into the building till she heard the door slam behind her. "So rude could have at least said something of enjoy your stay or something like that. Though I guess i'm in time to socialize with the locals." Slipping her hood back on and stashing her music player she gripped her strap to what appeared to be a white purse. Though hidden inside was her weapon Byakko still nothing they needed to worry about she supposed. Skipping once into the main proper she worked her way to the middle of the room making small talk to a few people giggling off a few requests to buy her a drink or two and in general making herself seem as she was apart of the crowd. Getting herself to a stool she sat down this is harder than it looks she thought to herself acting like how she was and generally being a social butterfly when in actuality she was pretty scared out of her wits was kind of fun but ultimately taxing in the end.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Letting out a sigh, Gren loaded a regular box of ammo into The God Eater. Before he left Sapphire, he had one thing to tell her. "I'll tell him my thoughts. You should tell him yours. Make sure your SCROLL is working, I'll be send any message to you over it. If it's a text it's because me and Shiro are in stealth." And with that Gren went after where Shiro had last ran. He would use his Semblance to simply skate on over as though he was on ice, but the debris on the ground would actually complicate that a little. As a mental note, he told himself that he needed to hone the ability of his Semblance more. He supposed he ought to bring Shiro along too. Certainly a better alternative than giving him a lobotomy at least. It didn't take long for Gren to find where Shiro had left. Though the boar faunas did find it strange how... Lacking this place was in security. No guards, no cameras, not even so much as a "No smoking" sign. In fact, this building was awfully... Nondescript. This made Gren uncomfortable. "Nondescript is what I'd call the perfect disguise. this place is so plain and lacking in details that even if someone walked by it everyday, they might mistake it as a different building." But it also meant that leaving any evidence, even so much as a scratch on the wall, would serve to break that illusion as well as clue in something was wrong. So far Gren saw nothing like that, not that it eased his mind any. Standing a far distance away, hiding in the cover of a large rock, Gren watched Shiro and the stranger he was with. Though he could tell that the stranger was about the size of a child, Gren wasn't going to make such assumptions. For all he knew the "kid" could just be a midget or a dwarf, and Gren wasn't going to go through that ride again. He had to listen carefully to Shiro and the boy at his distance but Gren was able to get most of what was being said. Shiro asked his questions and the boy answered, though some things caught Gren's attention in particular. "The rest of you guys? Does he mean Faunas? I thought this was just an animal laboratory... And he said sad too. Damn. Are they experimenting on faunas here or something? And this Porridge, I'm sure he has a semblance, but also bigger brothers? And is he really a dinosaur, or is this kid just dim?" Gren kept his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself. He would approach, but he didn't exactly look diplomatic. He didn't want to scare the kid off when a giant robot warrior with a chainsaw suddenly makes his appearance. Patrol Mission Team KESS's arrival to the city's police was a fast one. The Airship only needed to drop them off at the city below, where they were personally escorted by a couple of officers. They looked fairly plain, all things considered. They had fancy belts with guns and batons and other gadgets, but aside from that they weren't very flashy. Eventually they'd meet a police captain who would be giving them their duties for today. "You kids from beacon? Good. As you know, I have a couple of my beat officers laid up due to sickness. Normally having a few guys off isn't too bad, just means their partners have to pick up the slack, but I've got at least eight officers down cause they all caught the same flu. If I didn't know better I'd think they were just calling in sick for some night around town, but I don't have time to worry about something like that. Recently we've been getting word about some hoodlums causing a mess around town, and sightings of Grimm in the city. I know it's your job and everything to deal with Grimm, but even if you guys can take them out I want you to report any incident you find. Even if you only so much as glimpse as a Grimm, I want you to call in and tell us. We don't got enough man power to protect everywhere in the city equally, but if we could muster all our force at the heart of it all, than it shouldn't be a problem. Same goes with those thugs too. I honestly don't care what happens to those scum, but whoever you find detain and call us in so we could book em. Now, if that's all, here's the patrol I want you four to cover..." The police captain gave Krystanthe a map of the city, specfically the Commercial District, marking the area they were suppose to patrol. It was fairly large for just the four of them and even the captain admitted that unless the entire team split up to even out the watch, some parts were going to be empty of watchful eyes. He also gave the team a description of the hoodlums that have been terrorizing the city, though all they could really find from their is "their handiwork"; metal chains and lead pipes everywhere where they had showed up and caused mayhem. Most of the places that got hit were robbed, but rarely of anything of actual value such as money or Dust. Typically it's places like drug stores or gas stations that get hit, and the thing that gets robbed was all the food. There were also tiremarks at each scene, suggesting that the perpetrators had vehicles, likely motorcycles. Team KESS had at least five particular areas they could investigate based on the map that was given to them by the police captain. There was the "ComShops" which sold electronic technology and gadgets, the "Horn of Plenty" named about the big harvest horn were most of the restaurants were at, an area known as the "Red Asphalt" due to some connection to the street racing scene there, "The Land of Walt" amusement park and shopping mall, and lastly a fairly bland and normal commercial district collectively known as "Square Garden" for no particular reason. It has a bunch of miscellaneous shops, like produce stores, mom-and-pop shops, libraries, and knickknacks. It was still fairly early in the day and the sun was high in the sky. So far, nothing of note was going on.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "Oh come, on really?!", the patrons in the bathroom turned to the occupied cubicle where Jack was right now. He emerged from it with a mask on covering just his upper face. They returned to their business just realizing it was someone taking a rough call. "Alright alright, I'll get right on that", he thought he could relax a little bit and snatch up a few drinks and snacks, but it looks like they needed to fast track this before anyone caught onto their team. Mokuren was always a bit of a pain, the one he assumed their client was talking about who got caught at the front entrance. "And I thought I was the stupid one...", he seethed under his breath. He disappeared back into the crowds and noticed some guards moving from a particular direction towards the entrance... When he arrived there, there were still a fair amount of guards, but at least he knew that beyond them was where he needed to go... He can't just zip right past them. They needed to 'find' the backroom, not get there... This obviously takes time, since he didn't know the layout. He can't just stab them either. He needed an opportunity... As he walked around, he noticed one of the patrons had visible equipment on them. Grenades and the like. He spotted a smoke grenade and simply snatched it casually as he walked by, and dropped it to the floor, leaving the pin still attached to the patron. The moment the smoke burst from the grenade, Jack immediately disappeared into the shadows along the edges as the guards would reprimand this patron. It was enough of a distraction to get the two guards to move from that entrance, and so with his semblance he zipped on through, a trail of black lightning visible for only a split second. "I'm in the restricted area, searching for back room", he was fast, really fast. Able to check every room he passed by, name plates, room names, and so on. He needed the distractions, that way the guards would be scattered in patrols for much longer, making it easier for him to simply dash right past them and ignore them.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon just scowled at the merchants as they tried to bother him and Skyra. He either ignored them or, when they stood in his way, he pushed right pass them. Soon a thuggish woman came over to them looking for trouble. Skyra was immediately hostile which got Ebon's eyes rolling. He looked back at the delinquent girl and noticed the chained anchors around her waist. [color=black][i]"Chains were one of the items found at the scene of the crimes."[/color][/i] Ebon also looked at the woman's friends, though none of them seemed to be carrying pipes. Not that they were hard to find. Ebon was certain he could buy some pipes around here in a pinch. "We're here on business. You aren't part of it." Ignoring the girl and Skyra if she wanted to stay and fight, Ebon continued his patrol. As far as he cared they weren't causing trouble so he had no reason to stick around and bother them. If they were wise they would keep it that way.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Groaning as the fallen crystal came into view, Oswald sighed. "Yeah, of course that would happen." Looking around, he didn't notice any particularly obvious third option available to the convoy, so he just shrugged and accepted it when Marcus told them all to go around. The tracks went through the massive crystal, so it didn't seem like this was the exact place where the other convoys had been attacked, assuming they had all been attacked in the same location. Still, Oswald was wary. Looking out the window, Oswald touched the pommel of his sword, making sure that no strange situation had occurred where his weapon was not on him. Ensured that he was still armed, Oswald turned to Rice and frowned. "You've got a plan for when everything hits the fan, right? Or is that up to my team leader to decide?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro With an audible metallic thwack-clang the face of Perun rightly scored a direct hit on the deer Faunus' dome piece. Causing the girl's face to play on the not-so-bouncy 'trampoline' that was the solid ground underneath them all. Seeing this, Shiro gasped in concern as he slid a few feet after the delivering the blow. It wasn't his intention to so brutally attack her and potentially hurt her. Reaching out toward her as she recovered, his expression was purely apologetic. At that moment, Shiro's eyes snapped to a door that suddenly burst open to their right and another Faunus girl of some rodent nature nearly entangled herself with 'Corey'. The rodent Faunus girl locked eyes with him, Shiro lowering his outstretched hand and blinking in curiosity at the newcomer. Her less than positive reaction told him that she was potentially a 'patient' here too and that she knew the deer Faunus named 'Coral' by the way she addressed her. Shiro didn't have much time to slowly put the pieces together as Abel, looking worse for wear, lumbered through the door after the rodent girl. Shiro took a step back as his nostrils were suddenly assaulted with an unknown strong smell emanating from Abel, coated in some green ick. Wincing, Shiro held his nose as Abel mentioned how the facility could potentially loop within itself, though he didn't exactly know what he meant by that. As he glanced at Abel's arm, his eyes widened in shock but he was cut short before he could ask about the gaping wound that Abel nursed. The two Hunters refocused on the two faunus girls, now trapped between the two of them, Abel mentioned something about a message from Sapphire. Shiro looked to Abel and nodded, making a motion with his hands signalling for him to tread carefully. "I received that text too, and she's not that far off. There are faunus here that pretty much confirmed to Gren and I that they are conducting medical procedures here to somehow change them into Humans, removing their Faunus blood in some form or fashion." Shiro nodded his head at the two girls, "These two are some of the Faunus patients to be...'treated' presumably. Gren and I were working on escorting them to safety before we deal with the rest of the personnel here at the Shelter. I don't know how Gren is doing, but I chased after...'Coral' here after she ran. She was just outside the range of my Semblance, so she wasn't affected much by it. I've already used it once to subdue the other 'patients'." Stabbing Perun and Kladenets into the ground, Shiro disarmed himself and started taking slow, careful steps towards the girls. "Uh, Ms. Coral? I do apologize for having to hit you like that, I meant no harm to you by my actions. Please, my friends and I are here with the best of intentions. We just want to help you and stop you from making some irreversible mistake. We're trying to find out what's going on here and put a stop to it." He reached a gloved hand out towards the girls, palm upward for them to take. Blinking, he frowned as he struggled to find the right words to use to connect with them. He hated having to act so forcibly on innocent strangers. Sighing, he stopped and searched the ground for his answers. Shaking his head, he began to do slow breathing exercises to get himself to calm down. As he relaxed, his glowing blue eyes reverted back to their golden brown color. His black 'stripes' fading and vanishing into obscurity. Ears and tail perking, an idea clicked with him. "What unites us all as Faunus? Pain." Shiro groaned, looking at Abel as his ears sagged and tail swayed low to the ground. He despised having to spill so many of his emotions out today. Gren witnessed him telling his sob story of a past. Now Abel would have to discover something else he was uncomfortable with. "Oh, well. They would find out eventually. No big deal, right?" Shiro brought his gloved hands in to examine them. Sighing heavily, he looked up at the two faunus girls and desperately hoped this would work. Grabbing the fingers of his arm-length black gloves, he tugged them off to reveal a layer of white wrapped bandages. Slowly, he began to remove them, the cloth unraveling with relative ease. With his Shiro lifted his arms to clearly show to Abel and the girls the strange black mark that was branded on him. The ink black and irritated skin as red as if Shiro had just walked out of a tattoo shop minutes prior, it was clearly apparently Shiro was uncomfortable with showing them. He wished that they would see it as a sign of trust, a connection. "When my unconscious body was found in the burning ashes of my home village, next to the sword and shield I now use, this was discovered on my flesh. This, in addition to my Faunus blood, brought me much torment. No matter what I do, I can't get rid this...whatever this is. Someone did this to me, as if to cruelly leave a reminder of my destroyed childhood. I wanted to show you this, because as someone who knows exactly how painful it can be as a Faunus in this world...I want to let you know that it gets better and I want to show you all that. I want to help you." Desperation lined his every word, his expression pleading to them sincerely. Shiro took another few steps towards them, stretching his hand out toward them once again. "Please, come with us. Please. I don't want to have to force you all to come with me. I just don't want to see you make the same irreversible mistakes as...other Faunus have." Briefly, memories flashed into his mind's eye, of ripping and burning flesh. By some cruel twist of fate, the only visible 'scars' that marred his body were the only scars he actively tried to hide. For one reason or another, his body never allowed him to sport marks elsewhere. Quickly healing and fading as if he had never inflicted any harm by his own hand or by others. Shiro always told himself that it was because of his ability to move on and push forward. Yet, the strange marks on his arms always remained with him. The one scar that would never fade or heal, constantly burdening him with the loss of innocence. The loss of cherished memories and details of his life before his frail body was discovered in the forest that day.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarze--Taking one for the team There was no time. The coast was clear-- this was the best chance they would get at getting inside. Pushing the door he had been peering outside moments before, he rushed over to the rapidly closing crack in the steel door. He needed to have gotten out earlier to do this clean, but this wasn't the time for could haves or would haves or should haves. Now was the time for action! And there was only one action to take. Knowing full-well the implications of what he was about to do, Luke redoubled his sprinting speed and flew towards the door, practically diving when his hand shot out like a bullet towards that crack. His reward? Fingers exploding into pain as the door swung in onto them with no regard for such weak things like tendons, blood vessels, or metacarpals. He channeled all his energy into not screaming like a little girl, instead letting out something resembling a hybrid of a grunt and growl. Today was just crazy.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room Had it been anyone else, getting through the vault with this opportunity would not have been possible. The door closed shut behind him as he with his Semblance, easily slipped past. As the door shut behind him he communicated with the rest of the team. "I'm in, or at least I think so", he began, as he started to walk towards the table, looking around. Filing cabinets everywhere... This had to be some kind of room for records and accounting. He stood by the table and picked up one of the papers... These documents were all nothing but little statistics, but they had the White Fang symbol on them. That was strange... Why would they need to put the White Fang symbol on things such as trivial as a record for how much they earned in a night? "I have some documents, they have the White Fang symbol on it", as he was saying this, he grabbed two sheets, the ones that he at a glance found as most important, and folded them away into his coat before turning for the door. "I'm on my way out", he finished. He was hoping this feeling of danger was only his imagination, but he kept his hand near his blade, in case it was not.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Sighing, The Kingdom clicked. "I don't have time for your dramatics. Just die." Slots opened on the Back of the Kingdom sending out ten pistol-sized space ships known as "Arrowheads". As they sortied Ebon ducked underneath the anchor and put The Kingdom between him and the girl who was trying to pick a fight with him. The Arrowheads then began to fly around the girl about five feet away from her, firing bullet sized bolts of lasers. While they may be small, they packed the same amount of force as your average .45 caliber bullet, only made of lasers. Two of the ten ships were glowing, signifying that they were charging for a more powerful shot.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Shiro's best efforts at arousing the girls' trust touched something of a nerve with Abel. If these tattoos, or what they meant, rather, were so important to him, why hadn't he confided in his own team? The guardian guessed that the reason lay in the team itself: they had no choice but to trust each other, so their secrets could stay hidden to one another. That didn't exactly sit right with Abel, now that he thought about it. Real teams, the ones in the stories that lasted lifetimes longer than the living people they portrayed, didn't keep things from one another. Unfortunately, Abel wasn't quite sure where to begin with himself. As he listened to Shiro's explanation of his tattoos, Abel knew he didn't have anything quite that powerful. He had managed to put the ordeal with his brother Kane behind him, after all. Abel's sudden thoughtfulness didn't quite extend to the faunus girls, however. Maybe it was the sickly-sweet smell of the suspicious substance on Abel's jacket, or the weapons sported by both hunters, or the overall situation they were in, but they didn't appear to be on their side just yet. The squirrel still jittered, obviously on the hunt for an opportunity to run, but a strange calm had come over Coral. She looked at Shiro with somber gray eyes. "I...I don't get that confidence. I don't see where your story says how it gets better. For some of us, the reason we're here isn't because of prejudice or tragedy or anything. Myrtle's here because she's got some problem with her quills. They hurt her night and day, and she figured that if she could get rid of them, she'd be able to fully live again. My Mauve used to be a soldier, but a flashbang permanently damaged his ears. Rather than making him deaf, it did the opposite. Now every little noise is agony for him. The doctors gave him pills to deaden his hearing until he could be treated. They told us how the surgery works, you know. A serum targets faunus-specific cells, like those in ears, or quill, or a tail, and makes their membranes impermeable. The faunus parts effectively die off, and tools are used to cleanly remove the dead tissue." She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked at the floor, signaling surrender. Seeing this, the squirrel girl went pale, and suddenly bolted toward Abel, thinking that he'd be too slow to stop her. The guardian guided the Ampere in front of her and she smacked into it, eliciting a short, sharp cry and the thwarting of her escape. Abel grabbed her shoulder and tried, mindful of how she must feel, to steer her back toward Coral without hurting her. Coral watched, but did not interfere. "I don't know if your the good guys and the doctors are the bad guys or vice versa, or if anyone's good or anyone's bad. We were all kinda suspicious of this miracle operation, but we decided to try it anyway. We don't have to strength to stop you, none of us but Pop and maybe the guards, so I guess we'll have to hope for the best. Amy, don't try to run. It'll all be okay." At that moment, a brown blur with a yellow trail shot from a doorway a hundred feet way or so and zipped past the group of four in the hallway. Just for a moment, as it passed Shiro, it slowed down, revealing a lean coyote girl with scruffy gray-brown hair, lovely but frightened features, eyes totally black but for yellow irises, and the word EMBODIMENT tattooed in a curve beneath an eye. Then Sienna was gone, racing faster than possible up some stairs, out of the shelter, and off the island, speedy enough to make the sea into a road. Abel blinked, not sure what he'd seen. "Huh?" He grasped at the faint yellow trail, which vanished between his fingertips. A grimace appeared as he attempted to move his wounded arm. "What now? Should we find Sapphire? She went off to follow some doctors somewhere. He glanced at the faunus girls. It wasn't often that he was the only human around. "Um, stay here maybe? From what you said, I guess there are others. Oh! We should call the Vale PD. They can bring boats and get the people off this island." As he continued, he attempted to keep his face free of doubt. "Bet once you guys tell them what's going on, they'll sort everything out okay." -=-=Sapphire and Pop=-=- A raised eyebrow greeted Sapphire's inquiry. Nevertheless, Pop smiled and quit his stance. "Oh? A huntress who'll talk with words rather than weapons? Well, I'll take it with a grain of salt...I did see what you did to my doctors, after all. But I'll take it. Just don't try any funny business. In the spirit of civility, I'll tell you what my semblance does. It speeds up the rate at which I look at the world, making it look like slow motion to me. I can't move my body at all, but I can take as long as I need to examine everything that's going on and adjust my actions accordingly. And it has a cooldown time of half a second. In the world of boxing I was known as Perfect Jones." He took a step toward Sapphire and crossed his arms. "But we're not debating about me. A great scientist, though we're not debating about him either, once said that all theories should be given to children, and that if children couldn't understand them, the theories were worthless. My ideals are easy to explain. I want to provide the option for faunus to become human if they wish. This can be either for personal reasons, as in, they think it's the only way to escape persecution, though I know better, or for physical reasons, as in, a bat faunus has hearing so acute that everyday noises give him migranes. My original plan was to devise a reverse operation as well, to make humans into faunus, but that's much harder from a medical standpoint. Easier to take than make, as they say. The funding for this project came from the savings of my wife and I, for it is my dream. I expect that once I go public, I may receive a Regal Science Prize. Is that good enough for you, miss? If it is, and you'd be willing to talk down your friends, I'd be more than willing to call off my guards."</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "For the record... I don't apologize to somebody who threatens me. Also... Nobody calls me a bitch.", Skyra snarled as she vanished from range of the anchor. While Ebon deployed his shield and drones, Skyra theatrically pulled out her two swords and only then igniting their energy blades. The blue light of the blades lit up herself and added an eerie blue glow to her face contorted with anger. "Just move out of the way, you don't want me angry, I can promise you.", Skyra warned the four girls with a threatening growl in her voice as she started to whirl her blades in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amaranth snapped out of a stupor that felt like it had lasted for months. God, how could a class ever be that boring... Course, everything always seemed to last longer when the weekend (and her date) was right around the corner. But before anything fun could happen, she had to get through her first mission with her vagabond, slapdash team that was somehow the people she was relying on to get her through this. Somehow, she felt like she was in excellent hands.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room "Well that's just peachy...", he commented. Luke immediately jumped to hold the door back, with little hesitation he slipped through the gap and out into the hallway. He briefly shuffled through his pockets to check if he got the documents, and it appears that was the case. It all checks out, but it looks like the building was on high alert too... "Alright, me and Luke are searching for an exit, see you guys soon", he spoke into the comms. "By the way Luke, we should try and find an alternate route. We can't go out through the club floor anymore", he suggested.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "No, we can't get the... Wait...", his eyes darted all across the floor, as the one called Morgan began to scrutinize poor little Ciel, the other White Fang members began to move around their superior... The amount of civilians between each one became smaller and smaller. The main problem was going to be what came after the move he had in mind, it appears Luke has an idea too. A moment's distraction was all he needed, and that was what Luke was offering. "A distraction then...?", if they can clean up the several standard mooks, then they can create a more controlled battlefield. Neither Luke nor Ciel can tackle that many weak targets in an instant. On the other hand, if he had the space, Jack could. This came down to how well he can make use of what precious moments Luke can get him. The look in Luke's eyes told him he was pretty gung-ho for this. The White Fang members were moving into a formation in case Ciel turned out to be dangerous... Well in her current state, she wasn't quite, but... "Alright then, let's go", he said, snatching a poker chip from the table beside them. "This is the signal, when I throw it at one of the mooks, unleash hell", he stated. His smile returned in this moment, and before Luke can respond with proper words, like a blue shadow he darted away towards the chandeliers. --- From above he surveyed the targets, and the path he should take if he were to get his opportunity... Yes, got it. "Time for the main event", he smiled. He nicked a White Fang mask from the back area, so he was putting that on. Though he added a blue gash on it with his dagger while he was on the chandelier, it was still glowing. He threw the poker chip he had picked up earlier, and threw it down, hitting one of the White Fang members square in the back of the head, enough to make them groan. This was the moment. It was time for Luke to charge, as Jack watched from above for the perfect moment. "But seriously though, these masks are really cool", he muttered to himself.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "No, we can't get the... Wait...", his eyes darted all across the floor, as the one called Morgan began to scrutinize poor little Ciel, the other White Fang members began to move around their superior... The amount of civilians between each one became smaller and smaller. The main problem was going to be what came after the move he had in mind, it appears Luke has an idea too. A moment's distraction was all he needed, and that was what Luke was offering. "A distraction then...?", if they can clean up the several standard mooks, then they can create a more controlled battlefield. Neither Luke nor Ciel can tackle that many weak targets in an instant. On the other hand, if he had the space, Jack could. This came down to how well he can make use of what precious moments Luke can get him. The look in Luke's eyes told him he was pretty gung-ho for this. The White Fang members were moving into a formation in case Ciel turned out to be dangerous... Well in her current state, she wasn't quite, but... "Alright then, let's go", he said, snatching a poker chip from the table beside them. "This is the signal, when I throw it at one of the mooks, unleash hell", he stated. His smile returned in this moment, and before Luke can respond with proper words, like a blue shadow he darted away towards the chandeliers. --- From above he surveyed the targets, and the path he should take if he were to get his opportunity... Yes, got it. "Time for the main event", he smiled. He nicked a White Fang mask from the back area, so he was putting that on. Though he added a blue gash on it with his dagger while he was on the chandelier, it was still glowing. He threw the poker chip he had picked up earlier, and threw it down, hitting one of the White Fang members square in the back of the head, enough to make them groan. This was the moment. It was time for Luke to charge, as Jack watched from above for the perfect moment. "But seriously though, these masks are really cool", he muttered to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarze -- Desperate Measures Give them hell, huh? At that, Luke's face split into a broad grin, a dark chuckle rising from his chest. Oh, if Jack wanted them to have hell, then he had the perfect thing in mind. Adjusting his stance, he eagerly awaited the go signal, keeping an eye on Ciel every few seconds. Drawing inspiration from the sight of her in such a tight spot. He was brought back to attention by the sharp thwack and groaned "What the hell..." that was Jack's signal. Here we go! With a righteously furious roar, the perpetually resilient teen charged forward into the crowd, on a beeline straight towards the group surrounding his teammate. A few turned at the source of the sudden racket, but those that didn't fell prey to one universal aspect of psychology amongst all sentient beings. "HEY!" A loud call out to nobody in particular always gets everyone's attention. At once, all heads turned to face him, as he stood there, huffing and puffing like a wolf looking to blow their houses down. Perfect setup for Jack to work some magic. He just had to hold their attention for a few more seconds, and luckily for all of them, Luke knew exactly how. His midnight blue team leader had no idea how on the button he was about Luke raising hell in this moment. Really, it was kind of literately perfect how this was all about to play out. Drawing from the anger he had kept in check all throughout the day, Luke became the single most hellish thing on the planet. An irate customer. "I'D HATE TO RAIN ON YOUR 'HARASS A LITTLE GIRL LIKE IT'S MIDDLE SCHOOL' PARADE, BUT JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW?! I TRY TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AND RELIEVE MYSELF, BUT I'M SUDDENLY LOCKED OUT BY A FUCKING ROBOT GARAGE DOOR, AND YOUR DJ DECIDES HE'S LOST ALL TASTE IN MUSIC AND PLAYS THIS GARBAGE! IF YOU'RE GONNA PLAY CRAP LIKE THIS, AT LEAST MAKE IT SANDSTORM SO I CAN HAVE A LAUGH!" he screamed, looking to be the human personification of a great volcano god blowing their top. This was actually very cathartic, and the suddenly thespian Hunter-in-training found himself on a roll. "AND BETTER YET, I COME BACK TO ALL THE STAFF ARE WEARING MASKS LIKE IT'S SOME DUMB PARTY, AND SURROUNDING SOME POOR KID LIKE THEY WANT HER LUNCH MONEY! DO YOU THINK SCREWING WITH A MAN'S BLADDER IS A GAME?! I THOUGHT WE GREW OUT OF LOCKDOWN DRILL ONCE WE GRADUATED HIGHSCHOOL, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE'S DEAL? THIS IS BEYOND SHITTY SERVICE, THIS IS LITERALLY IMPEDING MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT TO THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS! MY RIGHT TO LIBERTY! I'VE DEALT WITH SOME SUB-PAR ESTABLISHMENTS IN MY TIME, SO I WANTED TO BE NICE, BUT LOCKING DOWN THE BATHROOM IS TOO DAMN FAR! I'M WRITING THIS PLACE UP!" Delivering an ultimatum, a rant, and most importantly, a distraction, Luke found himself needing to disguise a cheshire grin.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA", Jack was really laughing it up from up top, this was a hilarious sight to see. The guards were moving towards Luke, trying to get him to calm down, while the two he figured out as Morgan and Mordred looked on from the far side with suspicion. Their positioning was a trouble though, Ciel was caught in the backside of them, if they realized she was with them when a fight broke out, that could be bad. Though with their backs turned... Jack fell backwards over on Ciel's position, somersaulting moments from the ground, landing square on both feet, before snatching Ciel up in a princess carry and speeding off to the side and laying her down. With little delay, he turned back to the seven mooks, who were still distracted. If he executed this properly, no one would notice that Ciel was relocated... Though Morgan and Mordred may notice something, but it didn't matter to him. A few moments were all he needed to make this a more clean engagement. The guards approaching Luke would start falling one by one in quick succession as their backs were slashed, a blue lightning streak for each one, transpiring in a mere one and a half seconds. For dramatic effect, he stopped in front of Luke. "Remind me to never run a store when you're around", he joked. He pulled the White Fang mask off his face, the one he stole, and turned to the clown-mask guy who he assumed was the leader. "Oh by the way, can I keep this? Customize it? Kinda like yours but less like a clown, maybe like a bird or something? Definitely gonna make it blue and stuff", he asked. It shouldn't be too hard for Ciel to join the two, what with where he laid her down. This was likely going to come down to a 3 on 3 engagement, Mordred, Morgan and the leader, versus these three. "Never got your name either, or are you fine with being called a clown?", he continued.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond frost - Convoy FUBAR Seeing the frightened boy, Diamond didn't hesitate to capitalize on his inexperience. With a swift move of her hand she was suddenly holding his gun as well. To her dismay though, another Gorrila heard Loudmouth's rant and she was now being asked to surrender her arms. Oh well, no sense fighting if it could have been avoided. She was fairly confident she could bolt before they got her anyhow. Her thumbs sliding down the clips fell out of the handles of the guns before she dropped them. Then Oswald appeared from out of thin air and turned the situation back on the guards. Pulling her scarf from her face, she nodded. "Hunters in training actually. Team leader sent me to get a look around and gather what's going on. Why they attacked before I returned with the intel is beyond me." she hissed. The hell? You send a scout to report back before you attack, right? Nevermind, she owed the locals an explanation "You failed to report for a week and then we saw the camp fortified and smoking - we thought you got overrun by the white fang or some sort. What's actually going on here?" she inquired. The shooting seemed to stop there and then. She wasn't completely sure whether all of the defenders were already knocked out or some of them actually managed to neutralize the tank, although one of those cases was a lot more likely and it wasn't looking good for the Schnee employees.. Walking over to Oswald, she had a few words to say. "The heck, bugs jammed the radio? What kind of crackpot theory is that, the Replicators are here or something? They could just be trying to cover their asses." she whispered angrily so the guards wouldn't hear her. "Whatever, let's go get the trucks. I just hope they're still there. When we get back I'm pouring bloody concrete into that gun!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Jack vs Clown The owner of the Dragon's Den watched from the balcony above with little interest. His minions could easily deal with a rowdy and disagreeable customer. As he was about to walk away to his office, several sudden blue flashes of light appeared throughout the room, cutting down all of the White Fang below, with the exception of Morgan and Mordred. What was more surprising to him though was the sound of an unfamiliar and young voice, just out of his corner of vision. He turned toward the blue-clad boy and addressed his questions. "Tell you what, kid. You make it out of here in one piece, and you can take whatever you want. And to answer your other question, while probably one the most unoriginal names I've ever been called, yes 'Clown' works." The Clown looked down at Mordred and Morgan to confirm his numbers before looking back to Jack. "So I'm guessing you think this is some three-on-three match up with equal odds or something. Well you'd be wrong buster." In a blink of an eye, three more of The Clown suddenly appeared before Jack. "Get 'em!" shouted one of them before running away, leaving Jack to deal with the three clones. Luke and Ciel vs Mordred and Morgan Most of the civilians had dispersed away from the main floor and were pressed against the walls, leaving the four alone to have their fight without any disruptions. Mordred simply scowled at the two teens that stood before him before unsheathing a flaming sword his belt. Morgan however decided to answer Luke's question toward Ciel for her, "I assure you that, whatever her current state may be, she will certainly be far from 'okay' in a few minutes." She then turned to her silent partner. "I take the girl, you take the boy?" Mordred, still not speaking, just nodded before sprinting full speed at Luke. He stopped several feet before making contact and swung upward, sending a large ball of flame at him. Morgan looked at Ciel and began by saying, "Now that it's just the two of us…" She then lifted her arms and began making very theatrical hand gestures. Suddenly, Ciel would begin seeing the colors of the room change, and the objects inside begin to distort in shape. The civilians that had dispersed earlier began to shift the most, at first into unrecognizable blobs, before becoming different types of Grimm. Beowolves, Creeps, Boarbatusks, and Ursas all began to surround Ciel. Was this an illusion? Possibly. Was any this real? Probably not. But Ciel was under the effects of Morgan's semblance, so she most likely would not be able to tell the difference. The Adventures of Mokuren (I'm sorry, but I really just can't think of anything for Mokuren to do Kaben. Just do whatever I guess.) @Suku@Sho Minazuki@KabenSaal</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra would rather have avoided to hurt anybody, even less kill somebody, on this mission, but it appeared the anchor girl was not open to negotiations. The water pouring through the streets did seem like an immediate problem, especially because of her size. In her head, she quickly calculated the estimated amount of water that is going to rush towards anchor girl and then she waited for a bit after climbing up a wall. When enough water had found its way into the street, Skyra channelled her aura and called out "Blade Storm!" Her two swords started levitating around her and her aura let a couple more appear that started spinning, too. The whirling was enough to make her hover in the air as she slowly descended into the water. The propulsive force of the whirlwind caused by the spinning blades the water vaporize as Skyra dramatically marched towards the anchor girl. "You will see the error of your ways!", she snarled, her voice distorted through the blades. Few moments later, she dashed forwards, her Blade Storm dissipating in a red explosion, her two swords in her hands she swung both at anchor-chan.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den TRACK: Disco Punk on Jolt "Sorry, nothing else comes to mind, your mask is a little distracting", he snarked back. As the mastermind of this operation stepped forward and raised his hand, summoning three clones speaking while doing so, Jack drew both blades out and readied into a stance. "So I'm guessing you think this is some three-on-three match up with equal odds or something. Well you'd be wrong buster", he spoke, or would say, but just as he was ready for an onslaught the man would turn tail. Jack immediately in response dropped the stance as if he was pouting, "Oh come on, you really think you can run from me like that?", just as nonchalantly he hurled his throwing knife at the clone in the middle, or rather, it would keep flying to hit the clown in the back, except it didn't. A split moment later, Jack would use his semblance to close the distance, punch the middle clone in the face and then catch his previously thrown knife, in that order, in one single motion. As he spun to a stop, he put his leg out, using the momentum to trip the middle clone before finishing it off with an axe kick. It had not a single chance to react. Was this the man's semblance? If so... Then the one running might not even be the real one. He must be hiding. Just as this train of thought was starting, one of the clones on the side went in for a punch, which Jack easily side-stepped then grabbed onto the clone, vaulting around and over, on top it's back, using his weight to slam it's face into the ground before dong a backflip evading the clone's kicking advance, only to cancel it mid-air into a semblence dash, slashing the clone across the chest. He wasted no time to catch up to the one running. Maybe in some worlds, outrunning the speed of lightning was possible, but in this one, unless you had the semblance to do it, that was impossible, and in this case the clown would have to quickly realize this as Jack went to punch the clown in the face.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald - Tour - Emerald was more than happy to continue on with the tour. The library had been fun, but she'd seen everything she wanted to see there, especially after what happened with her tail. She found herself glancing at Gratia often, just to make sure her tail wasn't anywhere close to Ms. Grumpy. As the tour continued and they headed off toward who knows where, Emerald became lost in her own thoughts. She needed to call Dad and tell him she was doing fine. Her parents worried a lot, and when she told them about her transfer to Beacon it only grew worse. Emmy figured if they had it their way she'd have never left home. Her reassurances that she could handle herself out there, so far from home never seemed to be enough for her doting parents. But Beacon seemed like a pretty safe place, and she would tell them as much! Sure there were always the racist assholes to deal with, but that was everywhere. She could always throw things at them and blow raspberries. What snapped her back to reality and out of her thoughts was a aroma of what was most certainly pizza, the greatest invention of all time. Emmy was clearly more interested in the food that the massive dining hall and more interested in the food itself, as she seemed to almost vanish from where she stood to right in front of boxes of pizza. She took three slices and a soda can, not even looking at the salad. Because who ate salad with pizza anyway? She then sat down the rest of the tour group and ate her pizza, and probably to the shock of everyone else, was rather silent as she ate. She only seem concerned with her food for the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour "Wait, does the lack of a response mean no?" Napoli asked a little forlorn as Bianca followed the rest of the group, truth be told he did kind of want that pillow. Nothing beat a good night's rest after all, and what better to ensure you slept well than having a great pillow. A one of kind pillow that only he had, in fact no one could ever say that his pillow and another were birds of a feather. Dang it, that was beautiful, why do I have to think all my best jokes. My genius being confined is a crime against humanity. Wait. Where did everyone else go? Crap! They all forgot about me! Breaking off into a sprint, Napoli found himself dashing in the vague direction he had last see them going. I really, really, need to stop getting hung up on my jokes, as brilliant as they may be. It's not my fault I got blessed with such a beautiful mind. Didn't someone make a movie about that? Sucks the guy died, Nohn Jash was the name right? Wait, I'm totally off topic again. As if on cue, Napoli then noticed the others, all sitting comfortably enjoying pizza and salad. Just another typical day with Team VGNB. Speaking of which, Napoli had the brilliant timing to stumble in just as Bianca was going over her dumb plan again. Did she expect that putting out flyers would allow people to fly to her level. Damn, I did it again, I swear all my best jokes. Completely wasted. Napoli could only shake his head, as he grabbed some triple cheese pizza, a can of Big Hill Mist, and some salad, and took a seat by the others. "Hey Bianca, how bout we make a bet. When the flyer thing inevitably fails, I get the pillow. Sound good?" Napoli grinned, as another beautiful thought came to mind, "For that matter, we could make things even more interesting if the rest of the team joined in. Hey Vega, what do you think?" Seriously, a beautiful mind. "Also," he added, "if you're really itching for a fight that badly, Mercutio and Arsene are always willing to oblige. Scapino tends to be the only one that gets used on most occasions."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane grinned at celebration behind them, she liked making people happy, it made her feel like she was doing her job right, even if she was only in training. "Ya, they were a little weird, but hey everybody is weird somehow right?" she said in response to Sepia as they made their way to the Land of Walt. This place was amazing, she had never actually been to an amusement park before. She struggled with the temptation, they were supposed to be investigating right now or at least patrolling. But she REALLY wanted to hit the Ursa in the face. Krysthane loooved ice cream and she wanted some sort of extra prize even more. Maybe if they spent just like five minutes here, hit the ursa, then be gone. Oh, then they could talk to the security guards, if anyone knew about any miscreants in the area it would be them. "Alright here is the plan." Krysthane said conspiratorially to Sepia, "We go in real quick, we both smack the Ursa for the prizes, eat the ice cream, 'cause obviously we gonna win, and then talk to the guards about the gang or whatever. Sound good?" she asked Sepia hoping that she wouldn't offer any rebuttal. Krysthane knew they should just investigate right away but it couldn't hurt to have some fun first right? and partly @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Confused rabbit. This was bad was the main thought that was travelling through her head it was confusing to say the least one moment she was at the casino next she knew she was ambushed by enemies and grimm. Having her rifle ready she saw them heading towards her and her mind went onto autopilot as she set her gun to its machine gun form. Taking aim she fired her mind saw she was in danger and as such she took aim and fired at her enemies despite her mind telling her its a trick. "Roar for me Byakko" she screamed as she took out a blue colored cartridge and placed it into her machine gun. As if one command with the shells of her bullets falling down around her she set freezing the large enemies while jumping from perceived attacks at her.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond scrambled behind the tank, hoping it was heavy enough. The tincan rocked violently, but the lack of it landing on her told the thief she was safe for now. She finally peered over the machine and saw the destruction her plan brought on the land around. But hey, it's only stupid if it doesn't work! The fire was out, as were most of the bugs. The radios were still out, but the massive explosion had to have been noticeable as far as Vale. Somebody will come notice soon and pick up what's left of the camp. As for the team, they still had work to do. "Y'all right?" she hollered, looking around for her teammates. "Get us over to that truck, we need to deliver them both back." she said, getting the tow cables ready. Hopefully they would be able to put it back on it's wheels and then they could hopefully go back home. Diamond has had enough for one day. In her mind they didn't do badly. But she was worried with just how easily the team gave up. It was especially worrying in Marcus' case. If the head is cut off, the rest dies easily. She'd have to have a few words with him once they got back about that. The last part that stank was how useless she felt during all of this. The others had some way to put out the fire, or kill the insects, and what did she have? Sneaking around and one idea that had a 50:50 chance of success. That wouldn't do. Maybe she should transfer to armory class while she still could to get herself some better gear. But seeing how ineffective bullets would have been against targets this tiny and fast, she was coming back to the same solution as before. Diamond didn't really have much experience with dust, but hey - somebody somewhere back in history had to use it for the first time, and it worked. She'd just have to find a way to make it work.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour "That's not a no." Bianca said with a giggle stabbing some more lettuce onto her fork as Gratia told her to postpone her propositioning. She wasn't all that serious about any of this, but she did think it was really fun. Besides maybe she gets a good couple nights out of all her propositioning down the line someday. Good for Bianca. "Oh, I'm sorry dear," Bianca said as she realized she had forgotten to answer Napoli "I'm not such a prude to disallow you a custom made pillow. But I do enjoy the idea of making this interesting. Gelure is itching for a fight as well." Bianca purred, putting her fork down on the table. "But you get such an extravagant pillow, handmade by one of the most beautiful girls you've ever met, what could you possibly offer me if I win?" Bianca was good at negotiations she found herself constantly in positions where she had to use her wit and charm to counter her opponent's own mind. The trick was to make them stop thinking about themselves and keep them entirely focused on her. She was good at that as well. In a typical interrogation it would be as simple an undone button for her to completely decimate her enemy. She prided herself on her ability to decimate, it was what made Bianca, Bianca. "I'd also like to point out the error in your previous statement." Bianca said adjusting in her seat. She looked, almost a little flustered. "My plan will work out better than last time in Haven and I don't want to hear anything more about it." Bianca said quietly to Napoli, the disaster that was 'A Date With An Angel' couldn't be understated. But alas, season two would be a righteous victory. "Besides I expect everyone here will try out which should bring the class average up substantially." Bianca said, effortlessly recovering after her flustered whisper. That was to be expected though. After all the nickname 'Angel' didn't just come from her wings. A lot of it came from her personality. It was first given to Bianca when a man walked into her music final in Haven two years ago. She had this habit of spreading her wings whenever she played the piano. And from that day forward to Haven she was 'The Angel'. But to VGNB she was still the same old cocky bitch.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "Timeout! Timeout! Timeout!", Jack furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly in disbelief. He was about to step forward and just punch him again, but before he could, the guy pulled out a flashbang after yelling to close your eyes. Of course, he'd rather avoid being stunned, so he covered his eyes as he threw it down. Normally, Jack could've stopped this, his semblance was fast enough, but the way this guy was caught him completely off guard. By the time he removed his arm from his face, there were three clones, running in three different directions. "I guess this is a good chance to try a new trick...", he said to himself. He took out one dagger, and stabbed it into the floor in front of him, before getting the other and throwing it at one of the clones. It swept clean past them, but as it did, Jack used his daggers as lightning rods for his Semblance, essentially to enable him to use small bursts of his Lightning Rod special. Instantly punching the clone in the front and back, retrieving the dagger on arrival, and then returning to the dagger he struck into the ground. "Hm... not that one", he said, there were two left. The only place they could run is around this battlefield, why though? How did this guy even plan on winning...? In any case, he repeated the technique with the second one, and into a poof of smoke that one goes too. By the time he was onto the third one, he was turning a corner. Jack clicked his tongue in annoyance and dashed his way after the clown.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson was passed out in the vehicle, Timeskip a few hours= Greyson soon found himself waking up in the infirmary of the school looking around slightly and he tried to sit up but the pain in his chest prevented him from doing so. Greyson moved his patient coat and saw the bandages around the spot he got shot and he moved his legs sighing loudly in relief knowing he wasn't paralyzed again like before. Greyson looked around wondering where Robert and Pricilla would be knowing they both wanted to ask him about what he said during the mission. Greyson really believed he was going to die and what he said was death bed confession nothing more nothing less. Greyson needed to explain that if he died without saying how he felt about Pricilla he would regret it in the after life. Right now all he could do is wait and see when they would come and visit him and wondering he could get some playing cards in here so he could play a game until he felt better...</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Sarina Tala Dei and Vega Venetia (VGNB) The two cousins listened to the conversation occurring among Gratia, Bianca and Napoli while eating their salad, which was first and then the pizza. Vega and Sarina found it odd and was in disbelief that Bianca thrusted her fork on the center of the table that somewhat attracted other eyes to looking at them as they continued eat. "No." Vega said to Napoli as she then took a sip of soda. "I just don't feel like dating right now." Vega said flatly, remembering an old, brutal memory that broke her heart during her sophomore year at Haven noted by her teammates. No one talks about it but they remember the scene with Sarina. She could re-enter it but does not want to. "Or me," said Sarina to Bianca "Arbiter Astra hasn't had a good blade to clash with in a long time." And because of that bastard Paron for tricking me… She thought of it with anger as she grabbed a next pizza out from a box and bit down on the pizza angrily. Vega noticed it and knew that the affairs she got into was of her own personal matter ever since of the incident back in Haven. After all she was a strong willed person who yet changed after it. Vega then ignored Gratia weird statement until she noticed a breeze picking up. It seemed odd that in an enclosed space the wind would pick up. It must have been coming from some other source, someone's semblance as she thought of. She began looking around as other students were perplexed by the weird breeze that came into existence and empty plates, loose napkins etc. began flying. When Emerald spoke out, Vega found it coincidental. She then turned her attention to her. "Indeed I find it odd that a breeze would pick up in an enclosed place do you not think?" As she said questioningly and looked to the others of Team VGNB and her cousin who was looking upon her scroll then back to Emerald with a stern look.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Jack vs Clown As Jack chased after the only Clown left, the real Clown rolled out from under a sofa that had been next to where the flash grenade had gone off. He stood and slightly lifted his mask to rub his eyes, which still stung from the explosion of bright light. "That should keep him busy long enough," he said as he approached a large wardrobe. He pressed a button to reveal it to actually be hiding a secret entrance. The clown walked inside with a grin on his face so large that it almost matched the exaggerated one on his mask. With a press of another button, the secret entrance closed behind him. After a few moments, the door slid open again to reveal the Clown and his clones adorned in heavy ballistic vests and carrying large light machine guns. They stood prepared for Jack's return. Luke and Ciel vs Mordred and Morgan Mordred was kneeling on the floor trying to catch his breath, barely keeping himself from falling to the floor after Luke's extremely effective assault. It was with great luck for him that Ciel reacted to Morgan's illusions when she did. Suddenly, several shots flew towards Luke from Ciel's weapon, all of them either missing or harmlessly bouncing off his aura. Still, this was enough of a distraction that Mordred was able to stand back up and regroup with Morgan. "Have a nice nap?" Morgan teased Mordred. Morgan didn't even blink an eye at Mordred's reply of a threatening glare in her direction. "Don't worry, I'll handle your opponent for you as well." In Ciel's mind, she saw the Grimm that had previously been Luke, suddenly begin to transform again. Now it had gone from a boarbatusk to a full Ursa Major. Luke's best bet to end the illusions would be to try to avoid Ciel's attacks without trying to hurt his teammate, something that was much easier said than done; then get past, an admitablly weakened, Mordred; before finally having to defeat the source of the illusions, Morgan. He certainly had his work cut out for him.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Under Fire BANGBANGBANGBANG What the-- Ciel?! Well, that certainly had changed the tide of the situation. Straight from nearly-sure victory to being on the wrong side of a three-on-one. What was this, middle school all over again?! Shoving the complaints aside and sprinting after the (severely winded and dazed) Faunus he'd been mauling a moment earlier, he at least could take solace in that knew what he needed to do. Morgan's mistake was assuming he couldn't hear just because his hair was a bit shaggy. Honestly. Did people just not care about him? He was right there. Even if he'd turned to gawk at his teammate for a moment (unfortunately allowing Mordred precious moments to recover), he still had his ears on a... I never found that phrase. Anyway. Obviously she was pulling something to cause Ciel to have her sudden change of heart, given her comment about "handling" Luke for his opponent. Anyone could make the correlation between that and the sudden cryogenic rounds bouncing off of his aura. He grimaced even as he advanced upon the still-shaky Mordred; those would make life a bit closer to hell if one landed. Ice repeatedly tearing through flesh... Even with his semblance nullifying any long-term effects of that, it was still painful to simply imagine, let alone actually experience! Keeping a mental note of Ciel's position, Luke circled towards his right, angling himself so Mordred was in the way of at least some of the incoming fire from his teammate. As soon as he sensed the Faunus following his lateral motion, he switched gears, this time springing diagonally forward and to the left, smacking that mask again with a stiff lead right. Making economical use of his momentum, he transferred the same energy from the burst forward and punch that covered the distance between him and his foe and weaved low, transitioning from striking to something a bit more familiar: Wrestling. Takedown Basics-- 1. Remove opponent's base. Luke scythed his arms around the back of Mordred's knees and locked his hands together, reaping inward with the big muscle groups of his chest and back. 2. Attack their center of gravity. While he was completing the first step, he never halted his forward motion, driving his shoulder straight through Mordred's hips like an oncoming train. 3. Complete and obtain top position. The combination of these twin factors, Mordred's base being pulled out from under him and his hips being jostled off position, as well as his being caught unawares by the sudden shift in tactics resulted in the teen accomplishing a formidable double-leg takedown. And while he may not have quite been Fedor Emelianenko, he could certainly take a page out of The Last Emperor's book. Having one's own weight and Luke's being forcibly driven onto the hard, unforgiving floor of the club was a recipe for injury at the very least. A dull thud followed as the entangled bodies hit the floor, Luke roughly in what was known as side control. Hopefully Mordred'd hit his head on the way down and would be out of the picture. While the entire sequence had taken less than a second to complete, every instant Ciel thought he was an enemy put him in more and more danger of being drastically injured by that gun if something got through his Aura. Getting torn to shreds by his own teammate on their first mission together was not how he wanted to go out!</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra called bullshit. Where did all that freaking water come from? "Fucking hell. Playtime is over!" Skyra hated such an amount of water, especially when she got wet. But for the moment, she didn't mind the water at all, in fact, it was pretty beneficial to hide herself behind a curtain of water that she managed to make with her swords. Using this, she threw up the curtain to fool the girl into believing she was going to hide behind it. Instead she used her speed to quickly and quietly maneuver herself around the wall of water to slash both anchors in such a way that they got unrooted, where she hoped, the water conjured by the girl's semblence would throw herself off her feet.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon knew they were pushing the girl to her limits when she summoned a bunch of water onto the streets. They needed to deliver a decisive blow now before she actually finishes her attack. Hold his ground and his breath Ebon commanded his R-Types to swarm the girl and blast her. They didn't let up; they filled the air with lasers if it wasn't filled with water. And even if it was the R-Types could safely navigate in water anyways. He launched more Arrowhead R-Types to swam the girl with lasers. He was going to fill her with so many holes water that her blood would flow like the water.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den "Not this one either...", he muttered as the clone disappeared into nothing. He immediately turned around and saw clones, in ballistic vests with light machine-guns. He saw the hidden door close behind it, but no sign of anyone else... It was likely he was beyond that door. "They should've renamed this place to Clown's Tricks and Nuisances", he muttered, jumping down the rafter above one of the clones. As fast as he was, running into gunfire was still a foolhardy endeavour. They had ranged weapons, so naturally, he had to get close to render them useless. His first move was an imbued slash directly from above, managing to penetrate the ballistic vest from behind, just as quickly he dashed behind another and slit it's throat as he did so. There were too many for another direct assault, so instead he back flipped into cover and disappeared with their gunfire tailing him. At this point they were probably expecting him to come in from above again. Normally he can clean them up, but these vests made it hard for him to blindly strike them. He repeated this method, but from different positions, managing to catch them and assassinate them from various positions, such as under tables, behind corners, behind chairs and even coming from above again. Within a dozen seconds there was only one left, leaving Jack to simply dash to it and acrobatically take it down himself. Now all that's left was the secret door... "That took awhile... If this is an escape route, he must be pretty far away...", he muttered to himself, before trying to find some kind of switch.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson Robert sat in the infirmary with the rest of his team, staring at the corner of the room and sulking about the results of his last mission. The sound of approaching footsteps derailed his train of thought and he looked to see Abel helping his team leader get to one of the beds. Realizing that he wasn't the only person in the world, Robert tried his best to appear more like his normal self. Nodding at Abel's comment about the rest of his team's injury status, Robert replied, "Yeah, our mission was definitely not a walk in the park." When Abel commented on Priscilla, Robert turned to his girlfriend to see what he was talking about. "I... think she's alright. I'm not the most observant person in the world. That's probably an understatement, actually." Robert turned back to Abel as he mentioned his mission. "I... think we succeeded. I don't know. Think we saved all the civilians, though it certainly didn't feel like much of a win when that many of the White Fang get away. Anyway, tell me more about this ferret." Jack vs Clown Once Jack would find the switch to open the secret entrance, he would be met with more gunfire from more clones as well as the real Clown. Contrary to his belief, this wasn't a secret passage to an escape route. It was more of a panic room, with only one way in or out. Getting past four heavily armed and armoured foes all trained solely in his direction and in close to midrange would most likely take some ingenuity on Jack's part rather than just his speed semblance. Luke vs Ciel vs Morgan Morgan, still sure of a victory over the Beacon students, smiled as Mordred fell to Luke's attack. She'd be sure to make fun of her mute partner later. As Luke dodged around the casino floor, trying his best to avoid Ciel's attacks, Morgan shouted over to the huntress-in-training. "That thing killed Luke, kill it already Ciel." If she were to look in Morgan's direction, she would appear to look like Mokuren and the unconscious Mordred would appear like a butchered Luke.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian - Vale errands Cian had woken early set on getting her business done for the day. After the whole situation with the arena she decided that one during the mission she found out her coat while comfortable was actually not good for missions. Since it got in the way more times than not and her shoes was no good anymore either with the holes and other things that it had gotten during the mission. So not only did she need a new wardrobe but she had some training to do in trying to get better. Heading she wandered around vale her some new clothes was on her list for the foremost as wind passed by it blew her hair with it covering her face. With a sigh she stopped for a moment and brushed her hair out of the way it seemed that a hair cut might be in order as well she personally could not stand long hair since with her weapon it can get in the way of her sights. Though as she was about to step out she spotted Jack and decided to at least pay greetings to her team leader. "Ah hello there Jack how are you this day?" she decided to ask after all if anything Jack might be able to point her out to the best place to get some better clothes.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "I'm doing pretty okay I think", he responded, seeing Cian on the next street as she greeted him. Coincidence that he was just thinking about the rest of the team and Cian the only one he wasn't sure of was here. Mokuren on the other hand always did her thing and he's kind of used to that now. Though... He was more than doing okay, judging by all the arcade prizes he was holding. What was he going to do with these...? Where was he going to put them...? Probably in the team room. The Ursa and Deathstalker plushies might look good on the cupboard, but in any case... "Just trying to find somewhere for lunch. What about you? Bored? Need to find something?... Want a plushie?", he asked in return, pulling out an Ursa plush toy.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Uhhh... Well", he began, as Cian inquired on what he was doing. The bags of prizes with the game arcade's logo on them should've given that away. He looked to the bags for a moment before finally turning back to Cian and saying, "Fun, I guess, I was at the arcade", he shrugged. As for lunch, he had no idea... So he was probably going to go to try the first thing that he saw that fancied him, which happened to be an Italian restaurant on this side of Vale. The two seated themselves there and began to order, Jack ended up ordering one of the more interesting dishes from the menu for himself though. "So, do you have a look in mind? You can't go clothes shopping and getting a haircut without having a look in mind... Or else you'll be out all day... But yeah, personally your current look is fine, maybe just get hair clips to keep the hair out of your eyes instead?", he offered his advice, as they waited for their orders.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "I have a idea on what I want in mind in terms of clothes that shouldn't be to hard to get. Beyond that the haircut is mainly for my peace of mind I find myself unsure on if even with hairclips that my hair might slip out or it might get broken in battle." Cian said as she answered the main question. "Beyond that is probably the only thing I was searching for at the moment though for the clothes I am planning on getting them made of sturdier material than my previous clothes and jacket." She mentioned off hand as she took a small sip of a glass of water that was placed for them. "So I see you had a pretty successful trip at the arcade." She continued pointing towards the bags of plush toys that was on the ground next to his chair.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--You're Slipping, buddy "Yeah." he replied, increasingly full of an uncomfortable grimace. He felt all kinds of mixed messages here. Was she just annoyedly humoring him? Looking to pass the time too? Putting him on the spot and making it as one-sided a conversation as possible for her own amusement? Not that it really was one yet... No, he couldn't let things drop off like this. As the man who started the conversation, it was his duty to see it through! To stick to his guns! He offered small talk, and if it was on him to pass that time for the two of them alone, so be it! She accepted the invitation, and so help him, he would deliver! "Any plans?" He asked off-handedly, brushing his own lengthening bangs a bit past his normally concealed left eye.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock "Getting on a fucking airship." Despite the vulgar phrasing, the teenaged Huntress' tone betrayed none of the frustrations and abrasiveness that would have usually accompanied such a statement. Her impatience continued to bubble underneath her composure, but it had yet to spill over into this shitty excuse of a conversation with the boy standing behind her. Humouring his half-hearted attempt at engaging in small talk with her happened to be, in hindsight, a difficult activity to keep up. Gratia was not particularly fond of talking to the idiotic masses that filled the human city-states of Remnant; a lot of the time they would spout nothing but absolute balderdash. "Guess you are as well." Her next statement was just as understated as the first, but there was a slightly dry aspect to her tone this time. She was evidently annoyed at the entire situation, with the fucking airship still yet to arrive and take her down to whatever shitty stores the city of Vale possessed, though her solemn, impassive appearance had yet to change dramatically, the only sign that she found the entire endeavour a fucking waste of time being a change in her posture, the weight of her body moving from her left leg to the right.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald watched the fight with interest, it was getting really intense now, Gren had stuck himself to Ebon's shield, which seemed pretty crazy. Though Diamond's inquiry drew her attention away from the fight and to the hat wearing thief's. "Well…the hangover is gone, but then I banged my head on the ceiling so now it hurts again." She shrugged. "And I say pajamas should be for any time of the day." She was a firm believer in that. Emmy glanced at the other girl standing with them, she didn't recognize her, then again there was a lot of people she didn't know yet. Emmy turned her attention back to the fight, it seemed to be coming to the end now. Ebon put everything on telepathically throwing his shield at Gren. But the boar faunus simply stepped over it like it was nothing as his weapon became a freakin chainsaw and dug into Ebon's shoulder, ending the match. Emmy let out a cheer. "Yeah! Score for the Faunus woo!"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hell yeah I did, when I found out they had Grimm made into plush toys I just went to town. I think I'm fairly skilled", modest yet not modest was his tone here, but he turned back to Cian's concerns though. Sturdier material...? The coat he wears to battle was given to him by the previous owner in his home city, and it's plenty sturdy. Well, what he was wearing wasn't that, but in any case... He did know a place. "Oh, so you're shopping for battle gear. In that case, I might know a place. I still need to pick my coat up from that place too", the last mission only put a few bullet holes in his coat's tails, so the repairs were cheap and quick, he still had to pick them up though. "We can ask them if they can make you some new battle gear", he actually almost forgot to pick his coat up today... Would've been awkward if he forgot to up until the next mission... "Hey, maybe they can even make special hairclips..."</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "First my Name is Cian, my weapon is Multi Variable Assault Rifle. Beyond that I would like everything on this list if possible." She said handing the man a slip of paper that contained all she needed. The paper listing out to the smallest details everything she was looking for from a pair of black short pants and a black tanktop and a white coat that had a black fur trim and a long pair of black leather boots and two pairs of a large leather belt. "Do you believe that you can complete this order? Oh! also do you think you can get a three hair clips that can stand to the stuff we will be facing?" She asked since she was unsure on if the person would be able to complete something like this or not including the hair clips. Looking at both the man and Jack she waited for a response to see if he could do something like this if not she will take her business somewhere else she knew one place but they were a bit pricey at times.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald waved goodbye to Krysanthe, before turning to Diamond. "Welp, now that the excitement is over...I'm gonna head back to the dorm, put my usual outfit on, maybe go eat a snack...bye!" She ran off without letting Diamond say a word, giggling. She figured that admitting she was gonna go put clothes on after defending the wearing of pajamas would confuse her, which was what she was hoping for. She ran out of the gym, heading down the halls rather quickly, why walk when you could run and feel the wind blowing on your face? She continued down the hallway, dodging and weaving random objects and people as she did. It wasn't long before the dorm that belonged to team MODE was in sight! She slowed down as she reached the door, using her scroll to unlock it, she entered the dorm. She giggled before leaping onto her bed and landing on it tummy first, before she got dressed she wanted to feel how soft her bed was, she tangled herself up in her sheets. She lay there for a few moments, and got to thinking maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt...she was tired from sprinting the whole way to the dorm and laying their felt sooo nice. She closed her eyes...she'd take five minutes. Maybe fifteen.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship Landing Chattering students were already dispersing from the urheimat that was the airship's entry/exit bay, filing off the transport and moving out into the city of Vale. Gratia would be joining them soon to explore the kingdom so new to her, and so it would be here that she part ways with the boy that had served as her conversation partner throughout the ride down from Beacon Academy. It was somewhat of a shame; he was a slightly more interesting figure than the other teenagers that surrounded them, but her journey from now on would be travelled on her lonesome. "The same to you, Luke Schwarz," she replied with little emotion, though her strong, clear (if seemingly accented to non-Mistralese ears) voice held hints that despite her impassive expression, there was an atom-sized amount of respect in her tone. She would endeavour to keep the boy in mind if she ever saw him amongst the hordes of students in either class or the hallways. Luke Schwarz was not a name she was to forget any time soon. With one last nod, the Huntress disappeared into the crowd.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Roaming the halls, towards the Dormitories Freshly showered and casually dressed, Shiro walked as he dug a fluffy white towel that was just as white as his hair into his feline ears. One thing that irritated him to no end was attempting to dry out the insides of his ears after bathing. Sure, the rest of his body was squeaky clean and dry, comfortably clothed and all. But no, he always had to fight to get the last bits of moisture out of the confines of his ears. Absolutely annoying. One eye shut tight as he struggled with the towel in each alternating ear, Shiro was dressed simply today. He decided to go out today in a short-sleeved black t-shirt, blue jeans with accompanying belt, and black-and-white sneakers. Not forgetting to include the white bandages that completely covered his arms from the elbows down, of course. Exasperated, Shiro gave up at his attempt to dry out his ears. As he muttered to himself and wrapped his filthy workout attire in the towel, he rounded the corner leading to the team's dormitory only to halt in his tracks. Further down the way, a small trio of students were standing around chatting. Though nothing out of the ordinary as far as general school life was concerned, it was the choice of attire or lack of attire of one of the three that raised a cause for concern. He vaguely recognized the gentleman as another fellow student that attended Practice class with him, but he couldn't remember the guy's name. To add to the oddity of it all, Sapphire was speaking to him about...something. Again, nothing odd there, but seeing his team leader in regular clothing was a little odd. Not that it mattered to him, he hardly saw or spoke to her anyways. There was a third, rather large gentleman conversing with the other two that completed the trio. Shiro tilted his head, his curiosity drawing out this odd slanted habit of his. Scoot, who sat on his shoulders tilted his head with him. Playfully mimicking his 'chauffeur' for no reason other than that. Shiro recognized the larger gentleman to be Abel. He thought to run up and perhaps say 'Hi' or something to that nature, but ultimately decided against it. Shaking his head, Shiro made the semi-rare decision to keep to himself and just mind his own business. He had other things to do today and having his mood dampened by Sapphire wasn't on the agenda. Turning away, Shiro opened the door to his room and entered, shutting the door behind him. After tossing his dirty laundry into its appropriate receptacle, Shiro was back out minutes later. With his back turned to the half-naked towel boy, meathead-boy, and...Ms. Rode, Shiro stuffed his bandaged hands into his jean pockets and turned to Scoot with a smile. "So, Scoot. What do you feel like doing today? You want to go into town with me?" The ferret looked up at Shiro excitedly and telepathically exclaimed "Fun!" Grinning, Shiro patted Scoot's head and briskly made his way towards the Airship Docks to catch a ride into the city. He didn't have much planned in all actuality. It never hurt to just go out and do nothing. To just chill and have time to yourself. If all went well today would fly by and classes would start the following day. Peaceful. That was the idea. Honestly, there was no real 'plan' to begin with. It didn't hit Shiro until just this moment, but the other teams did all return from their missions. He had heard through the grapevine that other teams had been formed and reformed with new replacement students. Though, they weren't what was on Shiro's mind. He wondered how Ms. Sabella's first mission had gone and if she was doing alright. Blinking, he also recalled his terrible first impression on the new team formed from Haven transfer students. He made a mental note to apologize for his disruptive behavior and make some second attempt at restoring his bad image, if he ran into any of them that was.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale - Armour Store Packing away the hair clips she was about to leave when she saw Luke come in. Well now wasn't this a surprise the only one missing was Mokuren but it was probably a good thing she wasn't here considering her standard attitude. "Hello Luke I hope you are well?" She asked since it was only polite after all. Plus they were team mates it was probably for the best that they at least have some interaction with each other to build up teamwork or something along those lines she supposed. Still she was unsure on if she leave for her haircut or just stay and see what Luke was up up. Plus Jack wanted to come for reasons unknown to her beyond his whole in it till the end deal he seems to be on.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald's ears flicked when Oswald entered the room. She wasn't all that heavy of a sleeper, with the sharp ears that she had. She wondered what he was chuckling about as he entered the room. She slowly pushed her body up, holding herself up with her arms, sheets still covering her, it made her look like a small hill rising in the bed, except with furry ears. Then Oswald said something about taking a shower and then going into town with a girl named Sapphire. Emmy thought it was a nice name. Before she could ask him more about it, he'd already walked out the door. Well, that was okay, he'd have to come back to the dorm after he showered. She was wondering if she could tag along, maybe bring Diamond too. It wouldn't hurt to ask.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane took a step back as some guy rounded the corner the same time she did and bumped into her. She quickly attempted to utter an apology but he beat her to it. Her face light up when he said something about bowling. That was a perfect idea, she had been wondering what to do, she could take her team on a bowling trip. She had never tried it before but from all accounts it was a fun time. "No no I'm fine, thoooooough if you're going bowling, perhaps you'd um, show me the way? As soon as I get my team that is. I was planning on doing something teambuilding-y, but I didn't really have any ideas until you said something about bowling so know I'm planning on doing that. So ya?" Krysthane asked gathering speed as she talked and ending with what she hoped counted as a friendly smile. A quick survey noted the guy in question had eyes a remarkably pleasant shade of blue and an equally pleasantly developed body.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia was having a strange dream. In it, a bee kept buzzing around her face and trying to land on her nose. No matter how many times she shooed it way, the annoying little insect just kept coming back. Growing more and more frustrated, Sepia eventually gave in and just swatted the thing when it landed on her for the millionth time. As soon as she touched it, she woke up and her mistake became apparent. Her right hand and nose were now connected via sewing needle. Trying not to jostle it, she spoke to the people who were currently in her dorm. "Guys...I'm a little...stuck."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate For a moment, the guardian was taken completely aback. This girl wants me to show her to the bowling place? Abel dared to hope that he might have a chance after all, but internally he shook his head. This wasn't like all the animated shows he'd watched back in Pallisade; in real life, the chances of stumbling into a relationship were laughably low. That didn't mean, of course, that Abel wasn't willing to help her out. Plus, not many girls smiled at him for no reason. "Yeah, sure. Looking for my team as well. Big boar faunus in green, and a white-haired tiger faunus with a talking ferret. Bowling place's called Drury Lanes. About a block north of the general airship landing zone. Hopefully...or, you know, if the situation provides, our teams might meet at the airship dock in ten minutes-ish." He offered a craggy smile in response. It wasn't an expression his face often hosted, he knew, which either meant that it'd be horrible due to lack of practice, or good due to saving it up. Mentally, he bemoaned himself for thinking about such things. Stop concentrating on your face and work on something cool to say. The guardian crossed his arms. "Sound like a plan?"</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Blinking a few times at Emmy's hasty change of mind and even hastier exit, the thief shrugged it off. Something she better get used to, she supposed. Now though she was at a loss of what to do. Breakfast sounded like a good idea. Reaching into her pocket though, she realized there was no wallet, probably forgotten among the morning shenanigans. Cursing under her breath, she shook her head hard. This didn't happen to her! Making a quick exit out of the gym, she headed back to the dorms to locate the missing accessory. In a hurry over the stress of missing the important item, she nearly forgot the cause of her other worries until she walked past BAST's dorm room. Flooring it to get to a different part of the building before she could have an encounter he really didn't want to right now, she didn't stop until MODE's door clicked shut behind her. She heard the shower running, suggesting that would be the last place to look for the wallet. She snickered as she spotted a mass of bed sheets with kitty ears trying to sort itself out and went to look for the wallet in the closet, but it wasn't there. "Damn it, damnitdamnit! where is it? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab!" she hissed under her breath.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – Vale – By Gratia side Vega heard Venetia's voice while she was on her phone. She then let out a deep sigh and she placed her phone back in her bag and caught up to her. "It would have been nice if you sit with me. I'm so tired right now. Anyway how was your exploration of Vale been so far?" The streets were a lot less busy which Vega relished in her mind. She got tired and annoyed by the fact she had to walk through crowds of people in the other districts the amount of flirtatious remarks she both got from both sexes, mainly students.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Vale Streets/Front of Armour Store "Shitty," was her short reply, one tinged with the annoyance of a person who had gone into the world expected something slightly above mediocre, but had those expectations dashed by how less-than-stellar everything was, "I'm not sitting with you. Get some exercise and don't be a fatass." Being constantly connected to the Net had always seemed like such a bother to Gratia; one couldn't do anything without being distracted by whatever random crap that popped up on their phones and devices, and she'd seen a large number of people frequently go through their day to day lives with their eyes plastered to their glowing screens. What a waste of time and productivity; they were wasting opportunities to do actual meaningful shit by watching cat porn or whatever floated their boat. She didn't really care for what people watched anyway (nor was she particularly familiar); her own phone was some old dinky thing that could call, send texts (limited by the amount of credit she had), play that Snakes game and browse the inbuilt news application. It was something the huntress barely used anyway, so that was one avenue of procrastination just gone. Besides, a Scroll was a lot fucking easier to use and she could actually do work on the fucking thing (having an attachable keyboard was a real boon) as well as dick around when she felt like it. "You need a jacket," she added after a second. "It's a relatively windy day today."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Reunited Hm? "Oh, hey guys!" he replied jovially, raising a hand in greeting. "Doing good, just got my new bike. Rides like a dream." he answered, beaming with satisfaction. "What are you guys up to in here? I figured I'd just browse." he asked, casually walking up to the pair. Had to wonder just what the heck all those bags on Jack's arms were... Were those from the local arcade? Oh, yeah. They are. Hell of a lot of prizes. I never beat that claw game... I swear, that thing is rigged. Anyways...</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Speaking of the thief, Diamond had now returned, though she seemed rather distressed about something, as she was looking around the room frantically. Emmy watched her curiously for a few moments, staring at her with her wide eyes as her tail flicked around absently. She wasn't sure if she should say anything, as Diamond seemed to be pretty focused on her search. It was kind of fun just to watch her anyway. After a while though she figured she should at least ask what she was looking for, maybe help her find it. "What's wrong Diamond? You lose something? Oh, and Oswald said he was going into town with Sapphire, maybe we should ask him if we can come along! Could be fun." She figured she might as well ask while she was at it, see if Diamond liked the idea or not.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale - Armour Store "Ahhh, I was just helping little Cian here get some new battle gear", he responded. Luke mentioned a new bike, he peeked out the side and behind Luke and did indeed see a bike. It looked pretty nice. "Oh I didn't know you rode a bike, personally I never really needed anything like that, my semblance is usually all I need", he commented. Knowing first hand, he probably really didn't need a vehicle to get by to most places... In any case, he seemed pretty impressed with the bike. "By the way, has anyone seen Mokuren? It's a day off and she's the only one of us that I haven't seen today", he mentioned.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt decided to walk to the Beacon Docks. He had heard that it had quite a nice view and he was pretty excited to see if he could see Signal from it. He walked past two people talking and sat down on a bench facing the cliff. He heard something about venomous spiders and began laughing quite loudly. "I hear you there buddy. It's worse when you're in the middle of a forest and miles away from the nearest hospital. I had to suck out the poison myself, spit it out, and run to the hospital as fast as I could. Don't mess with Broodlings, that's what I learned that day. Not even if you're positive that there's no Ariadnes around." Cobalt said as he reminisced that day. In actuality he never got bit by a Broodling, it was just a regular spider. It really hurt still, but not fatal like a Broodling bite. Still, he probably sounded like a badass from that story. He got up and walked over to them. "I'm Cobalt. I just transferred here from Signal. What are your names?" He asked as he cracked his stiff neck.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian "Well its good you found a place to get your bike from. Though yeah I just found out about the hair clips now and something like that would be greatly beneficial." Cian said it was a really interesting piece now that she actually thought about it something like that you dont hear much about and when you do its like a fantasy setting. Still it was to beneficial to actually pass up "In terms of battle gear I ordered somethings since I have little to none extra clothing left that isn't torn to shreds. I guess you get to see later when I pick it up tomorrow since that is when it will be done she said off hand. Now you going to look around or follow me and Jack here since he is dead set on following me to get my hair cut." She continued as she looked at the two boys that was in the store with her.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "But that is a really nice bike, really", he commented. He never really found the need for transport, seeing as his semblance would cover his mobility problems in a pinch, but that was still a very good looking bike. It was also just convenient for him that he show Cian to this shop, since he did have to pick up his coat. He was also glad she could get what she needed, seeing as they were on the same team, being ill-prepared intentionally or unintentionally was bad after all. Next though was her haircut. "Hmmmmm, I wouldn't say dead set, more like... I wonder what your hair's going to look like afterward. It'll be fun", he had strange ideas of what was fun, but he was going to be following and seeing how it turns out. He was likely just bored.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes Shiro smiled and thanked Abel for holding open the doors. During the Airship ride into the city, when Abel invited him to go bowling, Shiro was a little skeptical. He had never gone bowling before and knew nothing of the sport. Not to mention it was little irksome to have his original plan of just doing a little shopping thrown out of the window, at least for the time being. But seeing the other team that Abel had invited, it seemed that his friend had intended on this plan for some period of time. So not wanting to be rude, the boy accepted. After thinking about it a little more, it seemed like a great opportunity to make even more new friends. It started sounding more and more fun the longer he thought about it, giving him a great big smile. Of course, he thought to also invite along Robert and Cobalt, once he cleared it with Abel. Making their large group even bigger. After accepting Abel's bowling invitation, the group of them got to chit-chatting. With Scoot somehow becoming the main topic, much to the ferret's own enjoyment. The little guy seemed to adore all of the attention he was receiving. As they all made their introductions to one another Shiro periodically glanced over at the female canine Faunus. Something tugged at his memory strings telling him that he knew her from somewhere, but he just couldn't place it. All he really knew was that her outfit was adorable. Really cute, to be honest. He was just too shy to say anything for the moment. Once he got to know all of them better and got a little more comfortable, he'd be sure to compliment her and check if he actually did know her from somewhere. Some class, perhaps. Looking around, he silently mouthed his awe. Shiro didn't really know much about interior decorating or design, but he liked the look and feel of the place. Looking around, he noticed there was also an eatery and an Arcade. If bowling didn't turn out to be his 'thing', he could at least game and eat. Ears twitching and swiveling as he took in his environment, his attention turned to his comrade Abel when he spoke up. Tilting his head, he thought his friend was acting a little odd. Almost out of place or uncomfortable with something. Shrugging at his friend's question, Shiro said "I'm gonna get something to eat first and maybe check out the arcade. I'll probably hop into a bowling game in the middle or something." As Shiro spoke, Scoot excitedly hopped off of his shoulders and darted off to explore. The adventurous spirit shot back and forth, pausing to stand on his hind legs and sniff at the air before shooting off again like a raggedy, furry bullet. "Fun! Fun!" Shiro laughed at the sight of him, at least his companion liked the idea of going bowling.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Trudging along with the two teams Skyra remained silent for most of the trip to the arcade. There just wasn't anything to say and so Skyra just continued to stare at the members of the other team to analyse them. Standing at the game console, Skyra mentally rubbed her hands. "If ya wanna play, ya don't have to get somebody. I know perfectly well how to set this up., she declared smirking from ear to ear. She simply somersaulted over a railing right into the machine's main seat with ease and comfortably typed away at the console for a few seconds before she exclaimed with a plain "Done!" while winking back at the group.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt smiled at the sight of Scoot so happy and carefree and was even happier when he was invited bowling. He enjoyed the city and was considering going shopping for food. He decided not to though and instead decided to go to the arcade. He looked at some of the machines to figure out which ones he had played. Not many. "Why are there so many fighting games here?" Cobalt questioned out loud, patting his pocket full of spare change. Did he even want to play any of these? They all looked really hard. 'I'm just going to watch people play instead.' Cobalt concluded as he leaned against the wall of the arcade. Some of the people he saw were really good. There was no way he could compare to these guys.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane, Drury Lanes Krysthane watched as Skyra quickly set up the bowling lane. Now was as good a time to learn how to play as any. "So basically you just grab one of these," she gestured at the rack of bowling balls, "and just throw it down the lane and try to knock down as many as you can. Well that doesn't sound too hard." She said confidently and grabbed one of the many balls available. "Set me up for the first turn would ya?" she asked Skyra and walked up to the lane. After furtively sneaking glances at other lanes to see how other people were doing it she was slightly more confused. From what see saw people were holding it a bunch of different ways and rolling it with even more variety. Shrugging and still holding it like a basketball she attempted to roll it down the lane into the waiting pins. It started out looking good moving towards the lean pin but then it started rolling to the left. Krysthane watched distressed as the ball ran into the side right before it reached the pins rolling to the back with no effect. "Um, guess its somebody else's turn." she said somewhat abashed and sat back down, hoping she could learn something from the next person.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Airship -> Drury Lanes Having nothing better to do, Robert agreed to join the large group of students for a round of bowling. While everyone else was talking about the cute ferret, he was lost in memory, trying to remember the one time he had played in the past and what all of the rules are. "How old was I? Six? Seven? Something like that. Now what were the rules? Uhhh... I'll probably just remember when we start. Hehe, man I could barely lift the ball back then," he thought to himself. Robert leaned back against the wall behind him as he reminisced on the earlier days of his life, before the day he lost- He shook his head violently as if doing so would make him forget that night. "Today's going to be a good day. I don't want to or need to remember back then and ruin it." He waited in silence for the airship to finally land so he could follow the large group of students to Drury Lanes. While walking through the bowling alley, he couldn't help but notice the large neon sign that read, 'Arcade.' Robert looked in awe at the many games to choose from. The only thing that kept him from going in was the original reason he came to Drury Lanes, to socialize with his fellow students and make more friends outside of his team by bowling. "I can always come back later," he reminded himself. After taking off his tennis shoes and replacing them for the bowling shoes that they were handing out at the front counter, he sat down at the lane that the girl named Skyra had chosen. When one of the others girls in the group, Krysthane, took her first turn, he couldn't help but look at her quizzically. "I think you get to go one more time before it's the next person's turn."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "You alright?" Ben asked quietly, as though he didn't already know the answer. The answer, very clearly, was 'no'. But given that he had arrived just in time to see his teammate freak out and by all appearances nearly inflict harm to her sparring partner... It was as good an icebreaker as any. And boy was he pretty sure he needed one. Truthfully he hadn't expected to see anything quite like it when he went looking for her. He'd wanted to talk about a few things, vaguely remembered she said something about sparring. And arrived either just in time or at exactly the wrong time, depending on your perspective. Benjamin Lloyd didn't really feel like judging his timing. Helping out his teammate was a higher priority by a couple of orders of magnitude. Amy's past was a colorful one, but he wasn't exactly privy to very much knowledge about her. Aside from what he had observed in their time as teammates, he was limited to whatever she saw fit to mention. He had a feeling that was about to change. "Amy?"</s> <\|message\|>Akashi Mayhiro (Aka in Japanese is red) Akashi Mayhiro- The true archer. --- "Ah, i don't mind really." The taller teen smiled at at Abel "As long as i head to the docks later on, i'm expecting something coming way way." He paused for a second before laughing "Sorry about that! My Name is Akashi Mayhiro" He grinned "Pleasure to meet another student!" patting Abel shoulders he looked around. "Actually, could we grab some food before? I am hungry now that you said it." His brown eye soon spotted a restaurant nearby. "Gr8 Eats, i've heard that place serves awesome burgers!" Licking his lips Akashi strolled this way towards the eatery. "If anyone wants to come join me, i don't mind it! We'll head to the arcade or something like that afterwards!" giggling lightly he entered the shop and was quickly sat down and started wondering what to chose. Hopefully the other was have done what he was doing and followed him. Or head to the arcade. It didn't bother him really.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Yeah, when things get hairy, we'll shave you from danger...", the puns coming out from him and Luke were getting too much, but in any case, that done and done they decided on following Cian to a place for a haircut... If she knew some place. They walked aimlessly for at least a minute before Jack turned to Cian with the question. "You do have a place in mind right?", he inquired. He didn't personally know many places, there are many he had seen. "I mean, do you need a stylist? Or just a normal haircut?", he added.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Math Class His offer to help having gone unnoticed, Robert shrugged and returned to his seat to stare at the paper in front of him. "Wha- What is this? Are those... letters?! Why are there letters? I thought this was Math? Make up your mind, is this Math or English? Ugh, this is horrible," the defeatist said as he slumped in his chair. "No. No, this is no time to give up. I will get through this. I shall prevail over this obstacle! I shall-" Our hero never got to finish that sentence though as the dogfight going on above took its first casualty. Emerald's paper airplane, having been knocked out of the sky by Ebon's, was now on a crash course straight toward Robert's face. "OWW! Why me?!" he shouted as the tip of the plane hit his right eye head-on, just narrowly avoiding his glasses which rested above his nostrils. The red-haired teen, his eye now watering from the earlier impact, looked back down to the problem at hand. He was pretty sure that he had seen problems like this before, despite his earlier complaints, but he just couldn't find anything useful in his eighteen year old mind. "Can't I just go back to bed? At least there'd be a whole lot less danger of getting injured. And I still have Practice today! What's-her-name is probably going to rip into me yet again for something that is, I admit, something I deserve to be yelled at for." Robert let out a sigh. "I'll just do what I know and be done. You can't fault me for trying," he said as he began to work on the page in front of him.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid 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> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies The red-haired swordswoman nodded as she took her blade out. The weight of her claw was quite heavy, no matter how much she wanted to say that it did not hurt her movements. With that in mind, the girl decided to follow her leader's advice and stick to the pads. After leaping onto one of the pads, the red-haired woman saw a red-haired Hunter get slammed off of one of the pads... before he recovered. She doubted that she could withstand those kinds of attacks as well as he did. Above the water, the Hunters were prone to sudden attacks. Below the water, the Hunters were prone to slowed movements. Coordination did seem crucial to avoiding major injuries. So when she saw the Grimm chasing after a blue-haired greatsword wielder, she wondered what she could do. Throwing the Apophis Claw at it may not grant the Grimm enough pain to ignore the greatsword wielder. The strength of the Claw was not superb, and the fact that the Grimm was slightly submerged in water did not help. Throwing it at the greatsword wielder to drag him out of the Grimm's way was also not ideal because some parts of the Claw were quite sharp. Even with the presence of Aura, it sounded too risky to drag the man out of the way with the claw, especially since the Claw was best at dragging things when it impaled them. So the woman took a few steps back before propelling herself to the greatsword wielder's direction. She chose to ignore her leader's advice just for once. As she spiraled towards the blue-haired man, she threw out the Apophis Claw and let it latch its sharp blades into one of the sides of the pool. She drop-kicked him out of the way. The red-haired swordswoman felt her body submerge into clear liquid. She pulled herself away from the location the Grimm was about to hit. As she let the Claw drag her away, she suddenly felt the momentum of her body slow down. The Claw did not dig deep enough and fell off of the solid surface. Out of pure instinct, she reached out for the greatsword-wielder she just kicked and caught his leg. Sangue climbed his body before revealing her face. For some reason, it seemed as if she finally understood why what she did was a bad idea. She clung onto him with a straight, emotionless expression as she simply told the blue-haired man, "Please get me out of here." After all, she had an equal skill to a hydrophobic man when it came ascending from water. Now that she thought about it, she somehow made the situation worse by ignoring Ben's advice and acting by sheer instinct. Though they were near one of the sides of the pool, her Apophis Claw would still make her sink like a rock until she did something to its weight. "Please," she repeated with the same idle expression, though it was clear that she preferred tasting fresh air than the endlessly deep dirt nearby the core of Remnant.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Grimm Studies Sepia skirted the edge of the pool, keeping an eye out for anyone who might need assistance. While she wouldn't really mind getting in herself, Orthus would be best suited to hauling people out. "As long as I can avoid hitting someone with it." She both cringed and smiled at the thought of accidentally thumping someone in the back of the head with a grappling hook. Suddenly, she spotted a red haired girl holding tightly to a boy out in the water. They didn't look too troubled, but she thought it best to check anyway. She used her semblance to link all three of them up. "Do you two need help?" @floodtalon</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Grimm Studies The Megaladeus was still in the water, and keeping his distance and watching was a good idea. This thing didn't have a lot of openings fighting it from the surface even, and being in the water seemed to be even worse. No one so far seemed to do any meaningful damage to it too. Honestly it didn't look good, but now that the Megaladeus had shown itself, he managed to begin tracking its movements. He jumped up onto the pads and began splashing the water with the flat side of his dagger, and moving from pad to pad, trying to get its attention, while keeping mobile and alert, better enabling him to avoid any sneak attack it may somehow mount. There was no chance of dealing any damage to it now, he felt the key was if everyone was in the water, some of the other students equipment ought to be useful underwater after all, and everyone else would act as pressure and assault the shark, or defend the members who could fight it underwater. For now though, just make sure he kept the Megaladeus occupied, to buy some time for everyone else.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Grimm Studies Abel managed to pay a patchy attention at best to both Robert and his teammates, instead focusing on the aquatic monstrosity the class had been tasked to slay. Predictably, RPGD's leader was the first to take the proverbial plunge, dashing onto a pad and then taking time to call out a bet of all things. "How did this man ever beat me?" questioned the guardian in a depressed mutter as the Megaladeus delivered unto Robert a ruthless tailslap. The others, unfortunately, seemed to be following his example in terms of strategy, since the second to attack -Cobalt- lasted only a second before tumbling into the pool from Abel's perspective. At this, the guardian groaned. He, too, was a pretty big guy, and admittedly not all that smart either, but somehow he'd thought of not trying to balance on the little floating pads and placing himself in the perfect position to become chum. Abel continued watching, waiting for an opening to throw the Ampere in for the kill, while Cobalt tore a gash in the Megaladeus's side. Bone armor aside, sharks were not renowned for their external durability, having only cartilage for skin. Though the wound bled profusely, sifting through the water and hinting at the possibility of visual obstruction, it did not cause the Grimm to go berserk. The moment that Sangue leaped into the fray marked the moment Abel realized that his heart was pounding, and the sight of BASL's swordswoman flubbing her rescue of Cobalt and delaying chowdown a mere second or two longer made him realize that he couldn't afford to simply stand at the sidelines and wait to attack—not while there were people he needed to protect. Lowering the Ampere, he ran past Sepia, who didn't seem to understand the immediate danger of the situation Sangue and Cobalt were in. Having produced and activated a water grenade, he lobbed it at the Megaladeus, bopping it on the nose and screwing up its electromagnetic sensors just long enough for the grenade to sink and explode. The resulting current pushed Cobalt and Sangue to the edge of the pool, and Abel knelt with hands extended and great strength ready to pull them both up. This came not a moment too soon, for the Grimm snapped its jaws closed in the spot occupied by the two teens just a second before. If I hadn't helped them up, I would have been in a perfect position to impale it. "Fighting it one at a time is suicide," he snapped, not really sure if the Megaladeus -with its dulled teeth- could kill, but phrasing his sentence morbidly anyway for effect. "Sharks are vicious but dumb," he continued, louder so that others like Robert could hear. "If we can get it to bite something, like a shield or a pad, it'll be open for attack." His eyes tracked the dark shape, returned underwater now that all had left its domain. Infirmary The inside of the machine was still, dark, and quiet, save for the constant electronic hum that reverberated though every molecule of the blond boy's body. He tried to remain still, but could not keep himself from shivering. Beneath the unseen and immutable eye of the scanning device, he felt exposed and bare, just as he had so many times before. Now, however, this process of probing within him felt most scary than ever, for any second, any second now, they could find it. "What's this?" Oh no. Around him, the air began to stir, vibrating in time to his quickened heartbeat. They'd seen it. Somehow, the rays coming from the dark, metal tube around him had pierced through flesh and bone and found it, and carried those images through little wires until they appeared, a catastrophic and revealing mural showing the nurse and the headmaster looking with that calculating, learned intensity over her shoulder, it. Only one thing would remedy the situation. The boy labored to open his mouth, pulling on the elastic strings that pierced hid lips, and sucked in a stale, metallic breath. The next instant, he let fly the captured air as a single, high-pitched whistle, one the entire medical wing could likely hear. Afterward came a thorough and tranquil calm, stiller than the grave, except for a tiny muttering, synthesized from air: "And the rest is silence." A few moments later he began the lengthy and difficult process of removing himself from the scanning machine. Afterward, though he didn't need to, he walked over behind the device anyway, nursing his new bruises and scrapes with shaking hands. In crumpled heaps there lay the nurse and Ozpin, almost sleeplike if not for the odd positions of their limbs. A wave of guilt flooded over the boy, and the air around him manifested the sounds of sobs. Through them broke a new voice, one not from his semblance: do it, boy. If you don't keep Beacon quiet, I'll tell the Phoenix you've been misbehaving. Still sniffling, Jay nodded in muted terror. He crouched over the unconscious bodies, pulled open his mouth, and breathed out a singularity of sound to reside beside them. "Nothing more than malnutrition," the singularity would repeat, over and over, in a droning, voiceless tone that could pierce the ear and prick the brain. "Nothing more than malnutrition." Leaving it behind, the boy sidled over to the display screen for the scanning bed. On it was an x-ray of his torso, and he could see within the picture something he hadn't seen for a long time. Quickly, he looked away, shuffling out of this room and into the next to find a bed and lay down. Though its influence flowed through every fiber of his being, and projected forth the tempo of his soul to move the silent air, Jay didn't want to be reminded of it.</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>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Mission Control Gonna get down on FRIDAY --- One black-haired member of the contingent of four walking down to the pavilion bright and early, or at least what counted as bright and early to a former high-schooler who really wished he could schedule classes on his own time blocks as opposed to having periods to fill, yawned and raised his arms to the sky, stretching languidly with an oddly relaxed demeanor for a Friday morning at Beacon. The week had passed by quicker than he had expected, and had been, in very basic terms, an entirely average week. There were highs-- * Language. * Psychology. * Newfound understanding of mathematics. * Getting to know the class a little better. --and there were lows-- * Practice. * Ending up unable to show Beryl Harken to the pool. * Missing an oppurtunity to convince Beryl Harken to ride double when they headed for the pool * Being acutely aware that his scalp was under constant scrutiny by one or more Vignobles-- + Whenever possible. --But in its totality, the week was a normal, balanced week. While it may have seemed at first glance to have been strange from the get-go, especially judging from the events told about Monday, through the objective, 20/20 lens of hindsight, he had come to recognize that it was actually entirely normal for a day in Beacon. High concentrations of extraordinary individuals lead to high concentrations of extraordinary events. As such, what was extraordinary to him quickly and suddenly became ordinary. Unusual became usual. Outlandish became routine. And he had begun to adapt. Not as quickly as he was sure his mother had, or his sister would, but that being said, he had been faced with a far more jarring transition than to simply be eased into the program by Signal. That also being said, he was an obstinate young man by nature, almost foolishly so. The adaptation had been going at a slow burn rather than the typically foretold explosion of freedom and change one was purportedly to experience in colleges, or college-like settings. He still found himself surprised, for example, to learn that one of his classmates, the leader of Team RWBY, was a girl barely a year, if even that, older than his little sister at Signal. He was surprised to learn that he shared a class with a famous athlete, on team JNPR. I hated that cereal, though... Count Chocula to the grave. Lucas Schwarz, 18-year-old-hunter-in-training-and-sophist-at-large, was, as we just established, still obstinately finding surprise in things even as he was adjusting to life amongst his peers at Beacon, and acknowledge daily (hourly) wackiness as the status quo. So with that in mind, then, it should come as little surprise that he found himself very surprised when he woke up Friday morning. As everyone knew, even well before they transferred or enrolled into Beacon properly, Fridays were dedicated to mission days. At least once a week, a team would go out and gain field experience. This was not the surprise being described, for even the desultory, foolish, easily-surprised Lucas Schwarz was privy to the weekly routine in terms of his classes. His last mission was arguably the worst experience of his life. By necessity and unfortunate timing, he was in both senses of the phrase thrown into the fire on his first day of school. Having likely set a record for "World's shortest span of time between departing and arriving from and to Beacon's Airdock", before he could even unpack he was en route to the Underground Casino. From start to finish, he had felt as though he would snap from his own sheer tension-- everything from simply slipping under the notice of a very bored security officer to the climactic confrontation with the ringleaders themselves, he thought himself a hair's breadth from losing it. He'd had his hand crushed in a closing steel door, and nearly fallen victim to the same fate in his entirety to the automated version. He'd had to bring his A-game combat performance to fight not one, but two senior officers of the White Fang contingent stationed within, after drawing literally every eye in the casino onto himself by making the most overblown scene he could imagine. Maybe I should join theatre-- No. I'm not thespian enough. He'd had more close encounters with fire than he dared dream to happen in a year fending the two of them off, and the very closest one had come from poor Cian, under the hallucinatory effects of Morgan's Semblance. Were it not for his teammates exploitation of cognitive dissonance and their opponent's willingness to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, it was likely that Officer Murphy would have dropped into a much bloodier mess. Would it have been a complete rout? Maybe not. their leader's own combat prowess was formidable, and with that lightning-like speed of his he was probably more than capable of taking out Morgan before she could work her semblance's powers upon him as well, especially if he had taken out their ringleader by his lonesome. Nonetheless: It was an experience that I had reservations upon the idea of repeating. So what, then, was the surprise? It may have been Jack, eternal lover of a good fight, influencing him and his judgement. It may have been Cian, whose eagerness to better herself and put that incident behind her, spurring him on in turn as he watched her leave in the evenings for the firing range, helmet in tow. It may have been Mokuren, her seemingly-constant absences, distant nature, and unrepentantly strange sayings leaving him with more questions than answers about her character, ones he thought may be illuminated in a context so much more reliant on actions than words. It may have simply been his own mind, tired of dredging up singular facts and formulae from the flood of information he had absorbed through each and every class, longing for a change of pace. A type of insanity that came from without, rather than generated from within as it tried to keep up, furiously collating information in the most valiant effort put forth in the XXth century. Whatever the reasoning may have been, the surprise came all the same to the black-haired man: He was looking forward to their mission today. Even in the face of the hard times the first was, he still felt a curious breed of excitement overtake him as he shook off the cobwebs when JCML rolled into the pavilion at precisely 8:50 AM, just ahead of a lively team of Seniors. As a team, they approached one of the many information terminals, and as if hearing them coming, it flared to life. Gray eyes casting their vision over the screen as it flashed for them, he searched for the now all too familiar combination of JCML in the headers, blinking when he found none. He scanned again, noting that a certain few clumps of letters were in pairs-- Wait. He picked out the three secondary names, his face impassive even as his mind began to comprehend the meaning behind their placement. JNPR, with CODE. IFRA, with KNVS. And finally, nonchalantly tacking itself onto a mission he felt a tad guilty for not reading anyways in the first place-- JCML, with BASL. And now IFRA, too. A typo? "A joint mission," he noted carefully, to the team as a whole. "And S-Rank. It looks like we're going to have our work cut out for us, if they plan on sending two teams in, with senior backup." As he awaited the response from his teammates, he looked over his shoulder on either side, in search of four specific pairs of eyes. * Benjamin Lloyd * Amaranth Desire * Sangue Naga * Lorena Negasi "Good thing it's with BASL. They seem to have good heads on their shoulders, and I'm pretty sure we all know how well they do in fights." he continued with a touch of wry humor, relating back to that first wild Monday session of sparring.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Felicia - Dorms - "Guys are you ready!? Because I've been ready to go for an hour!" Emerald exclaimed quite early in the morning, uncharacteristically alert and hyperactive for how early it was, she normally wasn't much of a morning person. Nevertheless she went to bed earlier than usual Thursday night, and woken up before the rest of her team. To say she'd been anticipating her first mission was an understatement, she'd gone to bed with her heart thumping in her chest, and when she woke up it had been beating even faster. She was ready to kick ass and shoot some Grimm! She'd showered, gotten dressed, eaten, and grabbed her gear in less than an hour, that had to be a record breaker for her. The last four days had been a bit of a blur for her, nothing of note had really happened between then and now, save for the agonizing wait for Friday. But now that wait was over! Emerald looked her outfit over, making sure everything was put on correctly and that her shoes were properly tied and that her shotguns were filled to the brim with ammo and properly cleaned and functional. Of course she'd checked this last night, and a few times this morning already. But it never hurt to check for the fifth time! Emerald looked back at her team, by now they were all either ready, or just about. She couldn't wait in the dorm any longer, so she opened the door. "I'm gonna start heading towards the mission brief!" With those parting words she clipped her weapons onto her arms and headed out the door, moving at a brisk pace toward the Commons. I wonder how many Grimm we're gonna kill...well that's a silly question, all of them! She giggled to herself as she dodged random students rushing through the hallways. The atmosphere of the school felt very tense, she could almost sense the anxiety from the other students, it was very stimulating! Before she even realised it she was at the designated meeting place set by Esther Vanhomrigh. And speaking of Ms. Vanhomrigh, there she was, waiting for them! Emerald had never personally met Esther, but Emerald wasn't one to be shy! "Good morning!" Emerald waved with one of her arms, shotgun and all.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Mission Control with BASL Jack had attended classes as normal, and from thereafter went out shopping for a snack before he would head to HQ. Out of all the other students, he was the one seen going out and hitting the town the most, either for a quick bite to eat, or a cheap thrill at the arcade, or simply browsing some of the stores to see what new stock they had. His wonderment of such simple things were testament to his rather poor upbringing. Such a topic he would not willingly share. His mind wandered to this from time to time, he wondered how the other kids were doing. Unlike him, they weren't talented in any form of combat. Heavy thoughts aside he found himself returning and heading up to mission control eating a bag of potato chips. After the regular processes were done to go on through he spotted Luke on one of the terminals. "Hey Luke, they have these new sweet potato chips now, and they're awesome, you should try some", he was saying, as he stepped beside Luke to look at the monitor. "Huh... I didn't know it was a joint mission. That might be fun", he noted... As they waited for the other team members, their own and BASL, he stood there in waiting silence for a moment, before slowly thrusting the bag of chips closer to Luke. "You want one?"</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Luke Schwarz-- On Mission Looked like the gate wasn't worki-- ! It was fast enough that, for a second, the last member of the JCL trio had reason to believe that he might have just been seeing things. That heightened nerves had created an apparition in the thick, heavy air that they had been trekking through upon their approach. That his instincts were telling him to be wary, if not entirely being forthcoming with the information. On the other hand, this is an S-Rank Mission. I shouldn't chance it. "Did anyone else see that?" he asked the group, tone low and cautious. "Something moved near that corner." According to the briefing, they were coming in with the knowledge that they weren't alone in the slightest-- that the Distillery had multiple Grimm afoot, if not already on top of them. Therefore, they couldn't afford being surprised. --- Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan "Well that's fucking ugly!" the silver-haired Atlesian quipped unnecessarily through the rushing wind, one palm sneaking into a pouch full of small metallic spheres and imbuing them with his Aura. Flinging them out into the air around him, he immediately sent them whizzing at frightful speed, tiny metallic bullets headed straight towards the eyes of the Deathstalker. If nothing else, that'd have to distract the thing.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "I didn't. I just wanted to give you a little something." Gren gave Shiro another one of his award winning smiles as Sapphire showed up. Gren hasn't really spent a lot of time with the team captain outside of training and classes, not since they went out to party. Gren introduced his parents to her, after making it clear she was his leader, not his girlfriend. Awkward time for all, Gren was actually quite happy they didn't spend too long with them before his father or mother started something. Thinking about them brought a smile to Gren's face as Shiro asked about Abel. "Abel? Not sure. He wasn't in bed when I was making breakfast, so-" Speaking of the devil Abel arrived, his breath heavy. If Gren had to guess Abel lost something and had just found it. He'd offer him some tea, but unfortunately Gren only had a cup for himself and Shiro. Now that everyone was gathered Team Swansong left for their mission. Gren handed out the rebreathers, at least to the ones who didn't bring their own. Sapphire also handed out what looked to be earplugs for Shiro and Abel, but not for Gren. Jokingly he called her out. "What? No presents for me? No wonder why you're not my girlfriend." Gren's joke was quickly ignored however as Sapphire announced her Aquaphobia. He was going to make another crack, but refrained from doing so. Sapphire may have a legitimate reason for it so he wasn't going to disrespect it. That being said, this wasn't going to be good considering their enemies. Another thing that caught Gren's attention, mainly out of vanity, was that Sapphire mentioned that Abel was in charge if for some reason she is out of commission. He didn't show it, but that somehow annoyed him. Mainly stemming from the fact he thinks himself a better leader, and knows that Sapphire chose Abel because she doesn't trust him. To be fair, Gren made it evidently clear to her that her mistrust was not misplaced. He was only disappointed that she still doesn't trust him. "Oh well. I could still advise Abel if it comes to it. Basically the same thing really." Gren didn't know a lot about Abel. He was going to need to do something about that later. "Sounds good. Of course, it'll be best if you stay with us. No going out and taking on the boss on your lonesome, eh?" Gren joked, trying to hide his annoyance with a backhanded reference to Sapphire's fight with Pops. Moving on, Gren felt there should be something said about the Sirens they were going to face. "Now anyways, I can't say I know a lot about Sirens. As Sapphire said, they use some sort of singing to hypnotize you, so be sure you have your earplugs in. But because of that make sure you're paying attention to everyone else too: We won't be able to hear each other with the earplugs in. And yeah Abel, they're aquatic. That'll make you rather vital if this fight goes south. My God Eater can use it's Terror Form just fine underwater, but it's Destruction Form, my range combat, won't be possible. My rockets would just fizzle out and my bullets won't go to far. And obviously my flamethrower won't really work. But your spear should work mostly fine, not to mention your electricity semblance would allow you to do more damage to them than I could underwater." Gren than took out his new Scroll, placing it on the floor so that it could create a holographic projection of the town they'll be visiting, with the coastline as well. "Not only that but I swim like a minivan, so either bring the enemy to the sea floor keep it near the surface. I can use my semblance to walk on water, but it won't really help me once I go under. Additionally, while our biggest priority is to take out the Siren, this isn't just a kill mission. There are some missing people, and assuming that the Siren didn't kill them we should do our best to find them or their remains. Here," Gren zoomed in on a cluster of boulders at the coast. "Is was the last location of the most recent victim. Report says she was lost among the rocks, but I bet there's a Siren somewhere lurking there. This area is slick and from what my research found, occasionally submerged by the tides. Also, while the Siren is only the most recently called out threat, I think it'd be safe to assume that there are other variants of grimm nearby which may also prove to be a challenge. Can't say for certain what kind, but keep your eyes open nonetheless, eh?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission This thick air was taking time to get used to, but eventually he managed. He did find himself getting tired a little more quickly, but it wasn't too much of an issue. Looks like being the leader meant he got the flare gun too to use in case of an emergency. As the trekked through the area, they eventually came to a gate, with a terminal beside it. He began examining the terminal, but all he gathered was that it was off... He had no deep understanding of the parts within. Maybe Cian had better luck? "Hey Cian, can you take a look at this?", he called over to her. Though as he did, Luke blurted out that he spotted something around the corner, and the moment he did, Jack also looked... Or rather, he looked before Luke said anything. His keen senses felt it too, and his eyes caught the movement... "That couldn't be a survivor... I don't think they'd skulk around in the shadows like that. We should keep an eye out, might be some kind of sneaky Grimm", that said, they shouldn't go looking for it either unless they absolutely have to. If it was the sneaky kind, they would try and ambush the team. "Well... let's see what we can do about the terminal", he said, referring not just to his team, but also Bastille.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm Sangue took a deep breath as she continued following the group of hunters sent to find survivors in a miserable-looking area. Considering that the mission was one of the few dangerous missions she took part in so far, she knew she needed to pay extra attention to the smallest of details. At the moment, however, every hunter seemed to be doing everything she could possibly do: be on the lookout, find things that could be used to their advantage, and progress through the mission with abilities aside from straightforward battle. The red-haired woman kept one hand on her blade as she remained silent, standing close to Luke Schwarz to observe the idea he pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Puzzles "It would only take a second, but that's a big door." UUUU. However, he definitely heard her point about the battery being of dubious energy content. The tone spoke of experience, experience that he, a lover of bicycles who had never ventured outside of his own school district before Beacon, never had the pleasure to acquire. It certainly seemed very much along the lines of something he would do. If his battery was still providing power to the car fine, he would have no reason to worry about it, or even remember it was a factor in his hypothetical car's performance. Not the most pragmatic person, am I? he noted wanly in light of this. Nonetheless, what was important was that he got her point. Back to the topic at hand. "We don't all have to tinker on it though, right? Couldn't some of us watch eachother's backs? I'd like to think we're all a bit less hapless than the average horror movie cast..." An honest question, asked with no disrespect. Well. None to non-fictional characters.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission "Hmmm... Well some of you can work on the truck, it'll only take around two to extract the battery, so just another two to watch it. We should split up into two parties, one party will try and get the gate working, and the other will find another way in. We have radios to contact one another anyways in case something goes sideway too", he suggested. The last part would be which team goes scouting for a new entry point, and which team stays for the gate. Luke was right, it wasn't going to take all of them to get the battery out. There were also eight of them here in total too. "If we both manage to succeed on our assignments, we'll simply meet up inside. This way we can cover more ground more quickly", and they would be in their full teams of four not to mention. They should be safe from all but the strongest of Grimm if they do their part in combat.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Splitting up is stupid." Benjamin said bluntly. "This is an S Rank mission, your team is understaffed, and they gave us a fucking Senior Team to back us up. If you want to take your team elsewhere, I can't stop you. But I'll tell you 'I told you so' in Hell." "No, we should stick together. Lauren, you and Kuze should see if you can get it open. If we're at it longer than five or six minutes, we look for another entrance." Bastille's leader didn't look back at his teammates, instead keeping his eyes on his surroundings. No sign of anything else since, but they'd been on the ground a few minutes and already seen an unidentified entity. Didn't bode too well for what came next. Tactics ran through the back of his head, numbers and probabilities most people would think were beyond him. Kuze and Lauren were working on the door, which left six- No, five, available Hunters. Mokuren wasn't present. Which was a real bitch for their chances, to be quite honest, but he worked with what he had. With no Grimm on the outside, good chance they were inside. So... "Sangue, you and Jack should keep an eye on the door. If they get it open, we don't know what'll be on the other side. You guys have some of the fastest reactions here, you can handle anything that jumps out. Luke, Amy and I can watch the surroundings. One of us for each cardinal point that's not the door." "Any objections, or can we live up to Luke's expectations?"</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou "As one of the two token hot chicks in this horror movie, I motion we go with Cap's plan. Splitting up tends not to bode well for my archetype's chances. Especially because I'm the slutty one." Amy smirked slightly, turning her attention back to the environment around them. Of the party, she almost certainly had the best senses. If something tried to creep up, she'd know.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - You've Got a Friend in Me The Dodici Cosca. Filthy mafia types who had their disgusting little tendrils in nearly every corner of the world. Protection rackets, drug smuggling, robbery, weapons trafficking, kidnapping, extortion, human and Faunus trafficking ... oh they had it all. Slimy little maggots who saw themselves (and unfortunately, were) as above the law. Utterly untouchable. "Community-minded". Gratia Mindaro knew them. She knew them well. She had seen their branches expand into her docks. Her home. They weren't some two-bit shitty gang of lowlifes who thought they were oh-so-very special because they could intimidate people away from their "territory" up in the northern slums. They weren't some local Central Mistralese famille who straddled the line between "neighbourhood watch" and "organised crime syndicate". These were members of a fucking transnational group that made everyone else look like fucking nothing. Ants to be stepped on. Her fists tightened, crushing the letter in her hands even further. Nuit had managed to rub two brain cells together and stolen some scrap of the organisation's papers to write on it. That was how they knew it was the Dodici Cosca who had been responsible. That was how she knew who she had to punish. It didn't matter if they were mere ants compared to such a group. It didn't matter if they were only four in number. It didn't matter if the organisation's Zephyr headquarters would be heavily guarded. It didn't matter. They had taken Nuit. "What will be the plan of attack?" she said, voice tightly controlled, devoid of all emotion. aND thEY wOuLD PaY.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Ain't she just romantic?" she asked no one in particular with usual good cheer, scooting over beside Cian to examine the power box. Deftly, she let her fingers dance a few inches above its inner workings and made a low noise to herself. "Hellooo, sweetheart." The noise in Lauren's voice was slightly higher and huskier this time, not unlike the happy sounds normally emitted by a certain hawk Faunus at the same landing zone. "Normally I'd take the time to buy you dinner first, but I came with friends and we have a curfew, so I've only got time for something trashy." Was someone gonna grab her that battery or what?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Mission "Let me see." Cian said as she took a closer look at the exposed gate workings. It would be best to grab a battery but problem was that they were iffy at best without a solid charge they would be more of a hindrance than anything else yet it was the best option they had at the moment. "We need a battery one with a suitable charge at least enough to open the gate. So here is the question does anyone happen to have a battery or know where to get one?" Cian said as she continued with her options while it was limited she had little choice but to keep at the gate this was not going to be easy. "My weapon probably has a battery that could work but in the long run it would limit my options to just one mode and I would rather not do so considering the mission and not this early." She decided to say it was true she had a battery that could easily be ejected from Byakko but it would cause the weapon to be stuck in that one mode for the remainder of the mission. "So once more whats the verdict without a battery there is little that can be done. While I have one its best not to use it all things considered."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Brewing Storm Virgins don't die in horror movies! A response to Desire's words that he dared not utter aloud. A response that many could qualify for, but felt the pains of an unspoken stigma that made their admission an embarrassing one. And while he took a small amount pride in the fact that he was somewhat self-aware, moreso than quite a few of his peers, some social habits simply died hard. But more importantly than all that: I have to say my piece on this. As a second opinion from our team. "I'm sorry, Leader, but I think we should go with Ben here." he replied, meeting the flighty speedster's eyes with his own. "Splitting from the herd's just inviting the Grimm here to be more bold about attacking all of us, especially once we leave eachother's sight. The power we have in numbers would be suffering a severe blow. One team of four or one team of three is a lot less threatening than a team of seven." He motioned to his ear, tapping the lobe twice. "You remember the earpieces we had last mission, right? We don't have access to constant contact with everyone now, and that's just asking for somebody to get into a 'we're at soup' situation. Two walkie-talkies between seven people isn't much to work with, and it'll be much harder to keep track of everyone's position if something happens." He folded his arms, cotton and steel weaving together across his sternum, expression morphing to that of a wizened sage. "And, you know, like the others have been saying: Splitting up's always what they do in horror movies. And they always die." he raised an armored finger, gesturing to the height and stature of his point. "We should abuse this knowledge." It was right around then that Cian piped up, reminding everyone that they needed a battery for this to work. "Right, I'll head out and grab it. Who's coming with me, and more importantly, who'll be watching us?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission "Ehhh?", he could argue that even if this was an S rank mission, there was no reason they shouldn't perform to the best of their options. Playing safe was fine, but playing it too safe was not. To play too safe was to let opportunity slip through. It was more imperative that they don't, due to this being an S rank. Not going around for another exit was fine, but they still needed more information. "Then we should at least have a scouting party go around the nearby area. All our knowledge of this place is literally just this truck and the gate at the moment, just the fastest of us should go, me included, maybe just two since we're not looking to fight", the scope of the splitting up was changed to much smaller scale. He didn't get the whole horror vibe from this place like everyone else did, so his fear was less grounded in a horror flick, and more in lack of information. They needed more information on this area.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lilac Drakon Lilac Drakon Lilac immediately took a flying leap from the arch, feeling brief nostalgia for her Orientation at Beacon as she spread her arms and felt her heartbeat intensify, anticipating the upcoming battle. She pivoted as she hit the ground, landing feet first with an impressive shockwave that ripped some smaller stones from the ground, and in only a second she was running towards the Grimm. Her feet barely seemed to touch the canyon floor as she closed the distance, and she was on the closest Taijitu before they could notice her approach. "Mind if I lend a hand?!" She asked in a shout, driving a giant snake head to the ground with a two legged flying kick and smoothly dismounting in a backflip, putting herself between the caravan and the Grimm. "I mean, I'm on vacation and all. I have to have a little fun right?" She turned to smile at the group, then faltered. "Wait... You guys look familiar... Have I seen you somewhere before?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad Oak – Capture The Fort --- The soft sound of crunching twigs and branches slowly became louder as the Beowulfs closed in. Hidden behind a tree like the others, Trad carefully set down the portable battery he had been carrying and drew his sword and shield. He decided to keep his shield in basic circle form until they were ready for combat, however, as it wasn't exactly designed to open quietly and as such would instantly give away the groups location when expanded. Looking to see where his teammates were, Trad watched Robert ascend a nearby tree to gain a better vantage point. Trad hoped Delta would have the same idea and climb before the monsters closed in. Once the Beowulfs attacked it would be very much a close quarter combat situation. The team sniper would be at a heavy disadvantage if he stayed on the ground. Gripping tightly to his sword Trad gave a hard nod to their leader letting him know he was ready to fight the second Robert either gave the signal, or leapt into combat himself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission The cat playing on Skyra's tail still continued to playfully nibble on it even after she fell, at least until the bald boy whistled for it. [b]"bad Chihiro! Don't hurt the customers!"[/color] The little kitten climbed onto Skyra's head before jumping off, landing on a table and running towards the leader. He caught the kitten and placed him gently onto his shoulders. Once the cat was safely secure he turned back towards Krysthane. "Anyways, nice to meet all of y'all. And you're the ones who stopped the robberies? I was wondering why I haven't heard much about them recently... Hmm. Didn't know about the robots though. I thought it was the work of gangs. Most of my leads were gang related, so I can't really tell you much about the robots. Buuuut," The gang leader left the team for a moment, returning with a business card. "I know a guy a few blocks down, a mechanic, who specializes in robots and such. If there's anything to know about those robots, he should know. Oh! I guess I ought to let you know what I figured out last time. Maybe it'd be helpful." The bald-headed leader told the team about various gangs within the city of Vale, what their territory was, their methods, and some of the rumors about their crimes and the trouble they've caused. One gang in particular, known as "The Mousers" are a particularly violent gang that actually are criminals that need to be put down. They stood out because there was an image of one of their members, but in the background was something familiar: the tag found at the last scene, W.A.R. There isn't much known about where they official have their HQ at, but the bald guy mentioned that he took the picture at the Land of Walt. "One more thing!" The bald headed leader gave Krysthane a set of keys. "It's not much, but I got a car in the garage. It looks pretty, but under the hood it isn't all that great. I haven't tuned it for racing yet. Still, better than walking around everywhere, yeah? I'll let you take it out for a spin, so take care of it!" @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Brewing Storm In the space of a half second, Lucas's instincts went from "calm yet cautious" to "DEFCON 1", a bloodcurdlingly saccharine giggle rippling through the halls, into his eardrums, and smashing themselves against every alarm in his head that millions of years of evolution had hardwired, before even conscious thought arose. Conscious thought, as it was, continued with the theme and was hot on it's heels, allowing him to make an executive order: Guard up, Gauntlets on. He had more than half a mind to go all the way to drills, but shoved it back as far as he could for now. That would cripple Amy's senses, the high-pitched whirring all but literally driving nails through her eardrums. Which we need right now, in light this low! Feeling his own pulse pound within his skull, he prayed his eyes would adjust soon, because he had no doubt in his mind that these... things were bad news.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer- "Capture the Fort" Grane could have been a smug bastard at that point, but he guessed being right in this situation was enough. The enemy was already out in force and looking for them. He decided to do the same as Robert and Trad, climbing up the closest tree he could find. The grimm were getting closer and closer, and it would only be a matter of time before the team was seen. Grane unsheathed his glaives, preparing for first contact. Well, the only element of surprise Redingote would have would be if they jumped in now. Perhaps have Delta fire the first shot, and then rush the grimm. Seeing how their previous conversation went nowhere, Grane decided to trust Robert's orders for now. If Grane judged every order in the field, he would probably get killed trying to argue with Robert. If their leader was to be an effective one, Robert would have to be decisive. Grane would bring up complaints after they were out of the active combat situation. "It's now or never Robert. What should we do?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission Their ranged fighters were at a disadvantage in the low light, but if their melee fighters could create a zone from which they can fire from, they can handily get through this. Their red glowing eyes would give their position away, but they would shift quickly, becoming a red blur in the shadows while tilting inhumanly before they emerged and attacked. Jack had no problems, as he was able to react quickly enough to counter-attack as they flew at him. Though their strength did not seem to be stealth or element of surprise here as he realized... It was numbers, and who knows how many of them there were. "We need to keep moving, we can't stay here and just fight", he suggested, after kicking another away. "Someone with strength take point, I'll cover your back. Everyone else watch our flanks and rear", it was a plan. But they had to move fast, otherwise they would be overrun.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz His eyes narrowed. Liar. "You totally meant to make that pun. Even now, I can see right through you." Ha! How do you like that? A Schwarz-brand counterattack, infamously potent against the uninitiated wordsmiths found amongst common rabble! But come to think of it, the hunches of theirs were right. If only they'd stopped to pick that thing up back there, they'd have made this portion of things so much easier... Well. Chalk it up to a case of hindsight being 20/20, he supposed. You couldn't reasonably expect them to have figured that they'd need to haul a battery-looking thing around on the off-chance that they'd need it at some point, right? Well putting it like that, maybe. I might do it in a game, but even now I don't expect game puzzles in real life. Huh. Maybe I should start. "Say," he continued after the brief silence of his joke falling painfully, pathetically flat. "We've seen that elevator before, right? I know I've seen the tubing and all somewhere upstairs." An idea began to emerge from the darkness.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission After taking down the four gunmen, a middle age man came out, leaning against the wall. He was bloody and battered, but still alive. He wore a greasy overall and his general appearance screamed "I'm the mechanic". Though his breath was heavy and haggard he managed to speak out to the team. "Ah... Thank ya, these punks came to keep me quiet 'bout some bullshit... I'm guessin that yer the hunter kids from Beacon, eh? The one's who've been askin' around a while back about trouble in the neighborhood?" Entering a coughing fit, hacking up some blood, the mechanic went to a nearby chair and sat down. A soft glow of light surrounded his body as some of his wounds were slowly starting to heal, but this was only good enough to keep him from bleeding out, and he'd need a lot more rest and help to fully recover. "The name's Fixit. Least what my friends call me, and the name of the shop. I'm sure yer didn't come to my humble home outta the goodness of yer hearts, but yer a better lot then these trash heaps." Fixit motioned towards the knocked out thugs Team Kiss had gathered up. "So I owe yer one. What brings yer to my shop? Business, I'm guessin." @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture the Fort Robert's shots echoed into the forest, and for a moment, it seemed like his plan was working. The Beowolves stalking the team stayed with Robert as he ran into the forest alone, leaving Grane and Trad the chance to run to the fort unnoticed. But the horde was coming, and they would need to be careful to avoid it if they wanted to survive. As for Robert, even as he ran into the forest he would see no grimm, though he would hear their roaring footsteps as they were charging through the forest. Though most of the horde made up of the light-footed beowolves, their sheer size made it impossible for them to hide their presence. Perhaps it was on purpose, because their cacophony made it hard to hear anything really. Sand would be able to follow the grimm horde fairly easily, but she wouldn't go unnoticed. While the horde had a fairly single-minded pursuit for the hunters in the forest, if she ventured too close they will spot her, and they will swarm her. Sand would be able to see what the horde's numbers consisted of however; beowolves made up a large pack, but there was also a sizable amount of boartusk in an almost disciplined formation. Creeps were also scattered about through the horde, though most were at the front as they were faster than the beowolves. Some were glowing a sickly green hue for some reason. While the sheer size of the horde made their movements chaotic at times, there was a general direction they were heading, and it was towards Roberts. Who@Lazo@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64 Sticky Situation It's unknown if the grimm feel emotions. They are attracted to loneliness, anger, sadness, and the like, but even the most educated scholars have yet to discover what level of emotional ability grimms are capable of having. But if they were able to feel any emotions, this Nevermore would be both surprised and regretful. For so long it has survived by sheer power and animistic cunning. Never underestimating it's opponents and using it's full power even against the weakest of humans. But this hunter was far more powerful than what the Nevermore had faced in the past. And because of it, the nevermore's future ended right then and there, as Taidan's etheral arms took on a physical form and halted the nevermore's attack. His spear entered the Nevermore's mouth, pouring it's hot substance down it's throat. The nevermore squirmed and struggled, but soon it simply stopped. It's body went limp as it went numb, burning from the inside out. The creature vanished in a burst of darkness before it could have even hit the ground. After the nevermore's defeat the forest did not seem to stir any further, though that's not to say nothing was watching. In the distances more Grimm had seen the battle in the skies, and seemed to retreat to their dens. Perhaps they do not want to engage the hunters, knowing their deaths is coming. Or maybe they wish to warn their kin and prepare defenses. Whatever their reasons, no further grimm came to meet Team Canvas. So for the moment they have time to catch their breaths, formulate a plan, and whatever else they need to do. The forest was quiet. And it waited for the prey to enter it's clutches. @Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "There would be spares to power these things laying around... Although I don't think turning them on is a good idea yet", he responded. The idea of turning on the generators was what he had in mind at first, getting more light was a good thing too, but with a big facility like this, it would make an incredible amount of noise. He felt like the lights were all off for a reason, nothing seemed damaged, the Grimm didn't go after the lights, or anything like that, they had to have been turned off by the survivors. He felt that turning on the lights would be tantamount to unleashing hell. The Grimm avoided the lantern because of the light, but if there was no light to hide in, what would happen? They would become berserk, not to mention, he felt the ones from before weren't the only Grimm they could be facing in here. "It would make a lot of noise, I feel like we'll get swarmed by Grimm the moment the lights are turned on, not to mention if they're afraid of light, imagine how unpredictable they would be when they're overcome with it, with no shadows to hide in", he noted. "We should definitely turn the generator and lights on though, just not yet. We need to gather up survivors first and meet up with Pris", turning the lights on would be what they want if they needed to clear the facility, but all things considered right now, the survivors would be in danger if the Grimm were on a random rampage throughout the whole facility. Their hiding places would be swarmed by Grimm trying to find a place to take cover also.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz "Well, you're both leader and the one in Grimm Studies." Luke said with a cooperative nod, choosing to defer to Jack's broader experience and knowledge base for the moment. That, however, left them with a simple question. "What next, then? On to the Decontamination room?" he asked, looking to the door. It'd be simple to walk across and fling it open, but even in a room as calm as this, he felt much safer if they moved as a unit without anyone rushing ahead, potentially straight into an ambush. Then again, we've made our presence pretty clear just by talking like this. Would they have attacked by now if there were any? Well, this was where the Grimm-Animal comparison got tricky, as the former was much more aggressive on the whole towards humanity, while the latter depended greatly between the myriad circumstances involved. In any case, even he knew that acting without warning was a recipe to get everyone into trouble.</s> <\|message\|>Lilac Drakon Lilac Drakon The battles behind her faded from Lilac's mind as she focused. She had to take care of the enemy she faced before she went to help the others, but she knew it wouldn't give her much trouble. After all, this fight was probably halfway over by now. She could see the twin heads closing in on her, one from each side, but to her their movements were sluggish. She grinned as she reached out her hands to either side, her enhanced strength coupled with the protection her aura provided making it a simple matter to grasp the lethal fangs like she was plucking fruit, twisting her wrists until both snapped off in her hands. Not only did the Taiju recoil from the pain, but she now had two shiny new weapons to use against it. She tossed them aside, however, as her battlerush goaded her into finishing the fight with her own two hands. She leaped into the air directly at one of the two heads, a disturbing glee in her eyes as she reached out to beat the life out of her opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm "You got it." Ben said easily, flipping Lawnslot around to hand the weapon to Lauren butt first. Then he switched Artorius to his left hand, freeing up his throwing arm for what was to come. Amy could use her weapons to climb up, but Sangue and Lauren would need a boost. He could work with that. "Amy, you want to grapple up or get tossed? I'll send Sangue up after, then Lauren, then you can use Unchained Fury to pull me up." "What's your preference?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "Yeah, onto the decontamination room. We should above all else try and meet up with Priscilla and the survivors she was with. Although, before we went into the last room we didn't have a light, so they attacked us, since we were enveloped in their element. The light should keep us safe", honestly he wasn't sure, as he had absolutely no idea what kind of Grimm they were dealing with. Although he had a point. The Grimm stepped right the hell off the moment they entered the lit room. Though while his observation seemed to be correct, he had the feeling that numerous Grimm lurked the shadows around them. Though they acted as if this facility was a home to them, so their little trip through the rooms were equal to walking through a Grimm infested forest, except they had means of keeping Grimm away from them without fighting... Hopefully. "That being said, I would prefer to deal with an ambush than constant waves of them", he was a bit more serious this mission. He could feel the pressure of this place too. He hoped Priscilla didn't do anything stupid though before they reached her. She was quite excitable.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Haven, @Crimmy, @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow I was sitting on top of my suitcase when it dawned on me. Other than my beautifully gorgeous perfect wings, I looked like a mess. I was a girl with luggage strewn across the courtyard, of course this luggage was still contained, but it was less than ideal. I pulled my scroll out of my jacket pocket and began tapping away a message. `Sender: Lil Miss Perfect Recipient(s): Estelle Von Bad Bitch Body: Gonna go on a cruise, and if you haven't see my newest blog update, check this out! The girls are back <3` A few seconds later a chime broken the silence of Bianca's over-preparedness. `Sender: Estelle Von Bad Bitch Recipient(s): Lil Miss Perfect Body: Wow kill me you look incredible and I'm some slob teacher whose going to a bar tonight. Love them, you're going to have to tell me how you got those when you get back. Love you xoxo` No shit. My horror movie alcoholic sister is a teacher?! This is only going to serve to have my boys coming up to me asking how to get with her. The only thing that could be worse was if she was a nurse. `Sender: Lil Miss Perfect Recipient(s): Estelle Von Bad Bitch Body: YOU'RE A TEACHER? HELLO PERKS. LOVE YOU SIS BE GOOD XOXO P.S. DON'T GET TOO SLOPPY TONIGHT, INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR ONE NIGHT STAND THIS TIME!` I laughed and shut my scroll, I felt oddly satisfied. But that satisfaction grew sour in the put of my stomach. For I knew that truly I was.... So bored</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] I Put A Spell On You Days ago. ( @Write, @HereComesTheSnow, @Crimmy, @Silvan Haven ) "I just don't appreciate being tinkered with, that's all." The route through Downtown down to Portside was infamous throughout Atlas. In its heyday, it had been a crowning achievement of infrastructure - a straight shot from the heart of a fledgling city down to the coastline of Mantle, a working artery of trade and prosperity that helped to build Atlas from the dirt into the most advanced kingdom on the planet. Now it was the road less traveled. The ride was bumpy even within the confines of Heinrich's plush domestic sports car, and there were long strips where only the LEDs on the dashboard and the occasional twinkle of headlights flashed by like a firefly. It was perfect drag racing territory - a test of skill and a promise of speed. Jericho Piper had been driving this road since he was five years old, when he and his twin would sit on each other's shoulders to see through the windshield. It was so comfortable to him that even a paragon of law and order such as he felt comfortable pushing speeds of...very high speeds, suffice it to say...on their drive down to the cruise ship Sleipnir. His passenger, however, seemed to prefer nannying him to death over surrendering to the Zen of triple digit speeds on a long-dead road. One gloved hand tightened on the steering wheel. "Yes, well. You do have the right to complain a little more loudly, you know," Heinrich griped. He was staring at Jericho's arm in resentment. "You are a man of high standing in my court. If I had my way they would have never grafted that damned thing to your hand in the--" "I don't want to talk about this again, Heinrich. If I believed there were any use in whining like a little kid, I'd be doing it." Jericho's right arm reached out and pushed Heinrich into the shotgun door, a rare moment of physical contact. "I shouldn't even have brought it up. I'm feeling alright by now. It's mostly just...an ache." "An ache?" Jericho was quiet for a second before removing his hand from his team leader's shoulder. Two fingers locked around the volume knob on the car's sound system and turned it to the right. "You know, there are seventeen trained masseuses on board Sleipnir," Heinrich suggested after a second's pause to listen to music. "If you're aching, I have half a mind to send one to you by proxy." "You won't know where I stay." "You underestimate a King's knowledge of his Kingsguard, dear Jericho. I know you better than you know yourself. You'll find a nice little nest in the cargo hold out of people's luggage, and damn the strain it puts on your poor, supple back. Because I'm Jericho Piper, and I'm scared that if I ever enjoy a warm bed or human contact for once in my life, I might forget to put on my frowny face--" "I never forget my frowny face. As you love to remind me." "Yes, well, it's going to leave wrinkles one day." "It will not." Jer put his elbow to the wheel and gently touched his face, stroking back long, dark hair from his eyes. Heinrich's own eyes, blue and twinkling, grew wide as saucers. "Oho! Is that a hint of vanity from the Young Devil of Atlas?" "Don't call me that," Jericho grumbled. "No one calls me that." "It was in the school newspaper and everything. Maybe if you didn't want a moniker, you shouldn't try so hard to dominate in all the gauntlets. Or at least cut off the devil horns in your hair." "Horns don't point down, idiot." Nonetheless, Jericho's posture had straightened up, and he turned his head away from Heinrich to stare at the not-too-distant lights of Portside across the overpass. He was always touchy about the hair. "You're an elite member of the school's ranks - a knight, even. You were chosen for an indefinite solo operation within the belly of the beast. You get to spend as much time as you want on a cruise ship, getting class credits, with no one you know around to irritate you," Heinrich Gault pestered. "And you're still finding reasons to pout." "M'not pouting." In the darkness, it was hard to see Jericho's face, which was usually set in the same default expression anyway. But he sounded pouty. "You're being churlish, my dear boy." "M'not churlish." "You are. You're being churlish about three weeks off." "It is not three weeks off. It's an important mission and a threat to Atlesian diplomacy. I'm not going to be sunbathing and hitting sambuca with Mistralian girls." "What a specific denial, brother," Heinrich chortled. "Only you make an extra three weeks away from class sound like water torture." "I like being water tortured," grumbled Jericho Piper. "It's rhythmical. Gives me time to think." Heinrich Gault opened his mouth to respond to that, but closed it after a second, and his eyebrows bobbed. No doubt he knew better than to follow that line of conversation any further. "I told you we'd keep up with the workload for you." "That's not what I'm concerned about. It's the team. They're..." There was a moment of tense silence in the car. Jericho's hands were both clutching the steering wheel tight as an old woman's before his next outburst: "Did you know Speer drew a frog with my hair on it in the front cover of my history book?" Loud, honeyed laughter began to rock the car violently. "Did he really? Oh that is pricele--" The car's sudden brake pump put a sudden stop to the rich Atlesian's mirth, replacing it with quiet breaths for air as he checked to ensure his precious whip hadn't been involved in an accident. Neither Huntsman was wearing a seatbelt, but Jericho had time to brace himself for a break in the momentum, and looked to Heinrich with a stoic face and a coquettish glint in the eye that wouldn't look out of place in any other member of HJNS. The dock Sleipnir was moored at was still three or four blocks away, but this was as close as Jericho dared get inside Heinrich's gauche gold coupe. His left hand made for the door before Heinrich stopped him. "Sure you don't want me to walk you to your bike?" "I'm not Babylon, Rich. I don't need the chivalry shtick." Heinrich Gault gauged that and then tilted his head, reaching over and ruffling Jericho's hair despite his grouchy protests ( "ow stop you're gonna mess it all up OW STOP you're making it glowwwww" ) with a crooked grin. "Very well. Fare thee well, Jericho! Live, laugh, and learn to love while on your sojourn, and we shall meet again on the morrow!" Jericho rolled his eyes. "Are those my orders?" "Yes!" Heinrich Gault beamed. ... Jericho's chin met his clavicle in thought for a long second before a faint, gentle smile finally graced the face of the Young Devil. "Acknowledged. Take care of yourself, brother. I'll be back in no time - with flawless results and no crazy stories. As per usual." Jericho stepped out of the driver's seat and began to walk down the street, slowly fading from Heinrich's view as the black-clad Huntsman ebbed into the midnight hour. Rich got the faintest glimpse of Jer's back, lit up by the hot-red taillight of a custom motorbike, before it peeled away from the rendezvous point and towards the cruise ship. ... Ahh, who am I kidding. Heinrich Gault slipped into the driver's seat with a rueful grin - and, this time, he grabbed his seatbelt. He's not gonna have any fun.</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Arcade "PERFECT", the words resounded, along with the awe of bystanders as a small crowd formed. "aaaugh, he's just too good", he heard from the other side. "Come on man, gimme a shot", and so he was up against a new character, but just as handily he was defeated, he often got perfects, but sometimes he would slip up and take a hit, not today it seemed... He seemed to read every move perfectly today. "PERFECT!", Jack sighed as he made yet another complete victory. He wasn't the best academically, but he figured he didn't need to know some things to keep people alive, but after that mission even if it was a victory, Priscilla took some serious damage, and he wasn't sure why. Was it just the nature of the mission? It was a difficult mission to be sure, everyone had to expend to their limits. He would normally write it off as a regular "experience", but he couldn't quite do that now. "PERFECT", he decided he should take a walk, and got up from his cabinet, letting his character go down as he left. "Augh, this isn't like me being gloomy like this... What would you do master...?", he thought to himself, pulling the hood of his coat over his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @Crimmy Luke Schwarz I saw her look. Aah, she definitely noticed. I was hoping I'd not spoken clearly enough, but my Mother's training had unfortunately succeeded far beyond allowing for that. I was to speak clearly and with confidence in my words, even if they were expressing a lack thereof. The rare times my hurried and harried preparation for Combat Academy shone through, it made life a little harder by broadcasting my own inherent strangeness. Thanks, O Momma... Well, no use crying about the past now. Best to just put the slip-up behind me as she had, and focus on the future trials. Plugging the class and requisite number (Sayonara, Language-san), I regarded the teacher with a wry, self-deprecating grin. "I definitely will be, I've made that mistake too many times befo--" "Nice to meet you ma'am, my name is Bianca Nuit, a pleasure." "Eh--" I turned with a start. "When did you get here?!" I hadn't heard her walk in at all! If the wings were her owl-inherent trait as a faunus, did their providing silent flight come with them?! What a fearsome natural ability! Forget Hunting, you should take up Ninjutsu! Sighing, I shook it off and raised a hand in greeting. Good lord, you scared me. "Nearly made me jump out of my skin... Morning, Bianca. How're you holding up?"</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia - Team VGNB - Dorm Vega observed the parents as they checked out her dorm. She could notice how Lasai was a bit sterner with Beryl by hearing her tone of voice. Gratia parents, Severa and Valentinian seemed shocked about the room size. For her it was downgrade this dorm for it was way smaller than her room back at her estate. Vega moving besides Gratia parents, "Oh yes, its home alright though I wish I could go back home. I miss my old bed. And Gratia really did get comfortable with the room." Vega side of her room differed from her compatriots. Besides her messy bed, the sheets were of high quality along with the pillows. Near her table was a bookshelf containing several books ranging from the sciences to the humanities. Tucked near the side of the bookshelf were two musical cases containing her Alto Saxophone and Guitar. Her table was orderly and clean. On it were a stack of textbooks for her classes. Pens, pencils and markers were standing on a holder. Then there was a desktop pc, humming for it was still on except for the screen. Her scroll lay near the keyboard. But, near the holders were two framed photos. The first one was larger than the second one. It bear an insignia Venetia, a large family photo set just outside of what was a large estate with several formal looking people. Vega was there, it was not hard to spot her since she was wearing her Haven uniform without her smart glasses. She was on the upper left with her older sister, both who looked solemnly pensive. The second photo was more dated in quality. It was another family photo but only with her sister and parents. Her father stood with a confident smile and latched behind his back was Vega as a child smiling brightly with her mother standing over her older sister with her hands on her shoulders in the environment of a garden.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "It seems that our little soirée here has reached its end." Cian said as she noticed how things was wrapping up. "So with that said and done younger sisters of Luke is there anything else you need?" She decided to ask despite what happened they were after all originally here to see her weapon. Her byakko was a unique weapon or so she liked to think but than again she was a bit biased on that account since no matter what for her Byakko was always the best in terms of weaponry. "Come now Cian it dont be hasty to leave from these fine people." Tristan said with a smirk she may have not said anything but the fact he and Jack was teasing her was getting to her. In a sense she was starting to crack and become flustered. A bit more and perhaps she would break? Now that was a idea one worthy to experiment on perhaps. "So Cian is the reason you want to leave is to meet a mysterious boyfriend perhaps or perhaps a lover that I your dearest brother know nothing about?" Tristan said a chesire like smile crossing his face as he flicked the stick of the candy out of his mouth as he awaited the eventual blow up his sister figure.</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit @HereComesTheSnow @Plank Sinatra @Silvan Haven "Nice to meet you Mrs. Cirsium!" I said still scarfing down the last bites of my cinnamon bun. Luke turned to me with all the shock of a gazelle, wide eyes, and the whole ordeal. "I just got here now. I'm supposed to be meeting Stella here, but I think she's running a few minutes behind schedule." I said with a smile. "I'm holding up alright, thanks." I tapped my foot on the ground. Things were different now, I'm not really certain as to what that meant which I suppose was part of the problem. It seemed as if I may've interrupted something, so for the time being I simply nodded at Luke with a smile and took a step back so they could continue the conversation. She pulled out her phone to fire off a few quick text messages. `Sender: Lil Miss Perfect/Bianca Nuit Recipient: Group - Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets (Gratia Mindaro, Lucas Schwarz, Beryl Harken, Jericho Piper) Message: Hey all!! Just popping in to see if anyone is free for some coffee in about an hour. Hope everyone is having a good family day ~~` Smiling as she heard Luke's phone buzz in his pocket she opened up her messages from Estelle scanning through them briefly before firing off a message asking if she was on her way. Returning back to reality, she felt as if she was... Queazy? --- Estelle liked to walk when it was cold out. It wasn't about getting cold, rather it was the idea that she got to get warm afterwards. She really enjoyed that. That recovery process was heartening. She felt her phone vibrate and before she managed to grab it she knew what it was. Realistically, Bianca was being impatient - what else was new. Scanning the phone her sisters name appeared, as expected next to an inordinate amount of question marks and exclamation marks was the question 'when are you coming'. She had a lot of great features, her patience just wasn't one of them. "In all fairness, she probably got that from me." Estelle said with a brief chuckle to herself making her way to the armory. Walking through the school felt different when you worked there. It completely changed shape. It felt more like a home, which was nice but an unfamiliar feeling to be certain. She decided that she should buy herself a drink tonight. In order to celebrate. "Last time I got a proper drink was out at the bar-" She caught on before she managed to verbalize the thought to herself. Lauren Negasi still had her card. The details were blurry, but Estelle was pretty sure she exchanged her credit card in order to get her number. "Shit." She pulled out her phone and immediately found the suspect contact. `Sender: Estellise Sidos Van Heurassein Recipient: HBG (Hot Bar Girl) Message: Hey. Uh, this is Stella. By any chance do you have my credit card? I need it back.` --- Not too long after I had sent my text Estelle came strolling in looking like a model as usual. "Hey Stella." I said giving her a quick hug as she warmly returned the favour. She looked a little pale for having been walking in the cold outside. "You alright?" "Yeah, fine. Might have to cut coffee short - I have an... Appointment, with... Someone at the school." She said glancing over at Mrs. Cirsium's direction. "Ah, sorry to intrude, My name is Estelle - I'm Bianca's sister and I'll be the new Survival teacher." She also looked in Luke's direction with a warm smile and a nod. Ever since I had joined his team she started to appreciate him a lot more. "Hello Luke, how've you been?"</s>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus "Huh? Boyfriend? Cian you have a boyfriend?", he asked. With Gratia gone his attention was now back to Cian and co. He was about to head off to the Armory to look into Luke, maybe, but he'll stick around just a little longer. It seemed like teasing to him, given the kind of girl Cian is, it's not likely she does have one, but he was enjoying this a little. "Hmmm... That might be important. If you do I'd need to make sure it doesn't affect you in a mission", he surmised. No matter what he would say though, Cian was still being put on the spot by Tristan.</s>
<\|description\|>Jack Orpheus Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes. Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him. Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up. Specialty: Fast, i ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing. Semblance: Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility. Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance. The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used. Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him. Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude. Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments. Color: Midnight Blue Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.</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>	<\|message\|>Jack Orpheus An invitation? To eat no less, that sounded nice. Jack was mostly accustomed to eating alone and wandering off wherever took his fancy, not to mention he was getting a bit hungry. He turned to Cian and accepted the offer, "That'd be nice. I don't think we've really eaten together very often either, so it'd be a nice change of pace", he commented. He was going to mention Luke too, but considering his sisters just ran off looking for the armory... It might be some time until they can get Luke to come along. "That said do you guys have any plans as to where to go to eat?", he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Seilber Vulpez Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Fox) Weapon: Spin Blades, named Roulette Spokes Spin Blade form, Bow (ranged, handles join in middle, string is energy, fires Dust based energy packets, regular or modified arrows), can be joined and thrown like a double bladed short spear/javelin. Carry mode: The necks telescope down, and the teardrop shaped heads join the handles, the handles swing out and snap into place, covering the blades, and each one can be slipped away into pockets, pouches, or kept with the blade heads out, but in short handle mode, or can simply be threaded through a belt. Specialty: Seilber tends to work from range with the bow form, channeling powerful Dust based attacts, precision shots with arrows when she has them, or even using illusory arrows with her semblance. Inversely, she is just as comfortable at close range, using her blades in rapid succession creating a virtual screen of cutting strikes. Using the handle loops around a finger, she can flail her blades often three or four times in a single swipe of her arm, or they can be spun in front of her to create a screen against projectiles. Combining the blades she can throw it end over end or point on, or create illusions of such. Fighting full out, she becomes a blurred form that dodges and strikes from many angles, elusive, hard to pin down as man or beast strikes at mirages and shadows, keeping her safe from harm as she was, in that moment, somewhere else. She fights using trickery, natural fox-based agility, as well as her ability to leap and jump, dodging side to side, and attacking overhead, while paying attention to her animal keen senses. Seilber makes a wonderful distraction or tenacious terrorizer, or even a slippery assassin, and is capable at almost any range of combat. Another note, combining her attacks with Mirage Replay, she may replay an attack again, maybe several times depending on what was involved, or project successful strikes before following through with a final attack, as even the illusions will do damage. This often looks like double or multiple images following through, landing multiple hits in bursts, multiplying her output. She often will use her illusions as semi-corporeal or corporeal to help her maneuver into sniper perches or superior positions, or as a springboard, giving her a great deal of flexibility. Semblance: Mirage Replay - This semblance creates illusion, of the user, or whatever the user touches. Can be used to leave behind an afterimage, or multiple images (such as Mirror Image spell), but can be used with a weapon to disguise which incoming attack is the real one, or can treat each illusion as 'real', but only the true weapon can kill. It allows rapid follow-up shots or strikes as the afterimage/mirage catches up and follows through. Very useful in confusing opponents, and providing a defensive and offensive edge. At high levels of use, aura can be manifested to be solid or semi-solid, but only for short periods. (more detail to follow) Personality: Can be elusive or evasive. Cautious, careful, wary. Smart, but when finds those that she can trust or are worthy, will attach to them strongly. Can be manipulative, and play tricks from time to time. Tends to use said manipulation to get what she wants. Will often play the nice girl, and when not on her guard, can actually be nice. Is not above using her looks, or anything else at her disposal to get what she wants.Generally she only goes to those kinds of tactics if there is a justifiable reason, in her mind. Sometimes likes to mess with others, especially when she perceives them as less intelligent, or needing to be knocked down a peg. She might be perceived as petty or passive-aggressive, or at least snide or sarcastic. This is done sometimes to be funny, or to hide her true feelings, or at least vent them. Probably a bit of a smart-ass. Foxes can be social and affectionate creatures, but often they aren't good at it, or don't know how at first. As such, Seilber can fall into this pattern. Inquisitive, curious, nosy, which can lead to trouble, and may be likely to push the boundaries of the rules. May become aggressive when an opponent is perceived as weak. Color: Silver Emblem: Appearance: Single tail, not nine. Hair would be silvery white in winter, but changes toward spring and summer to be rusty, brownish, and reddish, like the changing fur of the Arctic foxes her name is drawn from. The following references below should give some idea.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Rayna watched with sheer interest as her team suddenly woke from their deep slumber. Frowning softly, she felt an abrupt change in the weight on her shoulders; for a moment, her movements weren't completely restricted by gravity and she felt like she could just float away. Of course, it didn't take long for normal gravity to return which was an unnatural experience because she actually became conscious of the weight pressing down on her, pushing her towards the core of the planet. Curious. Very curious indeed. As a small blush painted her cheeks, she watched Victor wake up to discover a lack of his arm. Clearing her throat a little, she looked away and gave thanks that no one turned to see the guilt etched upon her face. She didn't mean to do it, it just kinda happened! Once she had regained her composure, she turned to watch Jayden pull his shirt off, revealing a wide bandage wrapped around his chest. Frowning, she suddenly realised that maybe he had sustained some injuries in the fight and that they didn't all emerge as lucky as she did. Taking a mental note of that, she inspected the others to make sure they were holding up alright. Rakim looked kind of bad but there wasn't anything she hadn't spotted before. Victor seemed to be in a good state as well. With a hushed sigh, she realised that maybe her team had got lucky when they were facing Catapult - whole teams had been hospitalised after facing Grimm so that informed her that either her team was amazing or Catapult weren't so harsh. Her teeth delicately punched down into the soft skin of her bottom lip as she brooded. She felt like she had a little angel and devil on her shoulders in the form of her teammates - you can guess which one was which. Tapping her foot impatiently, she finally arranged an answer that would satisfy both parties. "Ok, first of all, blowing up half of a dorm building is the worst idea in a long history of bad ideas. Secondly, my art skills are satisfactory and thirdly, I suppose I can just go and have a chat with them at breakfast. They should be understanding... hopefully." Once Jayden was off, Rayna had no choice but to trail after him. Of course, a morning run had been her ritual for years so she easily caught the striding bunny-man. When Rakim proposed to train together, Rayna was actually quite approving - of all of them, Rakim appeared to be the worst in terms of personality. "Yeah, that's a pretty good plan! I don't think I've seen all of your semblances though. We do have combat class today though, so I'll make sure to take some notes and try develop some strategies." She seemed chirpy - overall, things were going good for Jormungandr. Silently, she fell back until she was running at Victor's pace. "Hey, Victor buddy, good ol' Vic, Vic my old pal..." She was struggling to say what she had been planning to say so she decided that blurting it out was the best course of action. "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?" She grinned hopefully but it was easy to tell that she expected an outburst from him. Thankfully, the two other guys had already entered the canteen while her and Victor were catching up.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel was woken up by the ringing alarm clocks. He tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the clocks seemed to sense that and rang even louder. "Aarrrgh," Daniel groaned as he fumbled around for the clock, then picked it up and smashed it against the table a few times, breaking the clock and, more importantly, making it stop ringing. Daniel took a deep breath and looked at the broken clock to see what time it is. The hands were a little off, but even in his tired state he could tell that it was about 7 am. "Oh my god it's so early!" Daniel complained, not used to waking up at such a time. "Ugh, dammit." Daniel then got out of bed and put on his pants (he doesn't sleep with pants on). "Mornin', everybody," he said to his teammates as he shuffled his way into the bathroom and did his business in there, then came out feeling a little more awake now. If Daniel wasn't awake before, he was definitely awake now. Combat class, now that was some interesting stuff there. Best of all, everyone was gonna have sparring matches. It was time to show off his skills to the others, let them see what he could do. He cracked his knuckles and looked around as his name and someone else's was called. Kuhaku Shiro... hopefully he was a decent fighter.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When the alarms went off, Robert didn't immediately wake up. In fact, he kept sleeping for another fifteen minutes before he literally fell out of bed and landed on the floor. He did not want to get up. Not only was he still somewhat sore from yesterday's test, but he had had a great difficulty falling asleep the night before. Usually when he went to sleep, Robert would have something to read to help him feel tired, most often an "unofficially borrowed" library book. Last night though, he had nothing and spent much of the night staring at the ceiling. Also, the bed felt, and Robert found this a very strange complaint, too comfortable. He was just so used to the cold, hard ground that a mattress and sheets just felt wrong now. Still, Robert and the rest of his team needed to get to class. So he stood up and said unenthusiasticly, "Come on team. We gotta get ready." It suddenly dawned on him though that he had absolutely nothing. No change of clothes, no toiletries, nothing. Just then Robert's foot knocked into a small cardboard box that sat at the foot of his bed. He looked down and picked it up, after noticing it was addressed to him. He opened it to find a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of socks, a pair of men's briefs, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a stick of deodorant. There was also a note that read, "Your welcome. Come visit me sometime. Tell me about Beacon. - T" It wasn't hard for Robert to figure out who sent the package. He said thank you to the note, picked up his new stuff, quickly got into the bathroom, and completed what most people would call a "normal morning routine." He walked out of the bathroom feeling cleaner than he had in years. He was still wearing his tattered hoodie though, since there wasn't a replacement for that in the box. "Alright team," Robert said with renewed enthusiasm, "Let's get to class." Almost on cue, the smashed alarm clock rang again to announce the new time. As the students piled into the classroom, it occurred to Robert that they should probably have been wearing the school uniforms. He hoped that the fact that a majority of students had made the same mistake that the teacher would be forgiving. And it seemed that was the case because Ms. Goodwitch made no comment about it. Robert listened to Ms. Goodwitch, interested about the curriculum of the class. Then she mentioned that students would fight each other, and Robert immediately grew a little nervous. He knew that, knowing his luck, that he would probably go up against one of the toughest students in the class. Goodwitch's assistant than began reading off the names of students and their opponents. "Abel Fulgurate vs. Robert Fallson!" she announced. "Abel? Who's Abel?" Robert thought. He then scanned the room looking for his opponent. "Ozpin had said everyone's names during the ceremony, so I just have t..." then he spotted Abel. "Him? I have to fight him? Dang it. Of course it had to be him." Robert remembered that Abel's team had been the one to arrive second at the airships, as well as how rude Abel had been for the few seconds they got to speak to each other. Abel's massive size wasn't lost on Robert, either. "Man, this is going to suck," Robert said.</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Ineko slowly opened his eyes to a roof, the heads up display of his helmet initialized afterwords. His health checked out, so he sat himself up, finding himself in the medical wing. He paused, slightly confused, how he got there was a mystery even to him, and his mild headache wasn't helping him. He went through the records of Damascus, but found that the last day had been erased. Ineko asked Damascus what happened, but all he got was a shrug. He shrugged too. Everything seemed to be in place, no issues, and he was in a relatively safe place. He hopped out of the bed, his boots making an audible bang against the floor. He glanced back at the bed he was laid in, and found that there was already in imprint of his body on the mattress, likely due to the weight of Damascus. Ineko grimaced a little and began to walk out of the medical wing, when he found something taped to his chest, literally taped with office tape. It was a small device, after a short conversation with it, Ineko opened it and found several alerts. He opened them, seeing the names of his teammates, the name of his team, which was SIVI, his next class, which was combat, and the time of which it started. 8 AM, a quick look at the clock in his HUD told him that it was 7:51 AM. Ineko quietly sighed, no time for a shower, breakfast or even to clean his armor. Well, it wasn't that dirty, and he would be able to eat and clean after class. After a quick walk he found himself at the door of the classroom, among the other students. He sat down at a relatively empty space of the classroom, clasping his hands together and leaning on the desk in front of him with his elbows. He made sure his teammates had enough room to sit all in one area. During the introductions, he had a couple of things on his mind. Namely, that he was hungry. His short hair, despite being short felt dirty. He could feel Damascus being dirty and it didn't quite help the feeling of wanting to take a shower. The mild headache hadn't gone away yet, and he made a mental note to drink a couple bottles of water. He probably needed to just hydrate. Before he knew it, a section of the room itself had parted, revealing an arena. This didn't surprise Ineko much, when he entered the room he felt an atmosphere of excitement amongst the various technology and weapons in the room. Ineko set a timer for 5 minutes, readying it for the five minute spar that the professor had mentioned, and made another note to himself that his aura going into the red would result in a loss. Ineko kept his ears open for who he was going to spar, finally he heard the name, Jayden Xiang-Delacroix. Two drones detached themselves from the docks on his back and stealthily hovered near the ground. Ineko whispered, "Find him.", and the two drones scattered, keeping out of sight and low to the ground. After a moment of searching, the drones found Jayden, and nudged his foot to get his attention. Ineko used his HUD to locate his drones, and thus, his opponent in this sparring match. Ineko stared at Jayden, with the single glowing red eye of his helmet. But Ineko's thoughts were to a hot shower, a cup of chilled juice, a plate of hashbrowns with a side of scrambled eggs and an English muffin sandwich with spinach, eggs, cheese and a sausage patty. A thought went through his head after he caught himself staring. He had been called a robot before by others who wasn't aware that he was just wearing a suit of armor. His robotic voice, unmoving gaze and posture likely perpetuated this rumor, but he really didn't mind. And man, that English muffin sounded really good to him. He thought about what kind of juice he would have, orange juice was a classic but guava juice was always good. He settled on grape.</s>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</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> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin was caught a little off guard at Geni's question. Yes, he was overly proficient with the uses of Dust, but he had never thought about teaching people about it. Merlin stopped devouring chicken sandwich number 3, smiled at Geni, and said, "It's actually quite simple. The powdered form of Dust, that most Hunters use, is actually quite unstable and activates to almost any sharp movement," He stopped for a moment to take a swig of his milk, "Just the other day, I heard a rumor about two girls that had a disagreement on the first day of school. One of the girls accidentally let some Burn Dust loose, and the other girl sneezed. The result was a small crater on school grounds," Another milk pause, "Moving on, If you really want to use Dust in the method that I use, I will help modify your weapon to utilize it. I think you might benefit from using specialized Dust bullets though. You know the type my opponent, Ivan, used? It costs a lot less than my method, and greatly increases the amount of options you have during combat." He said with a smile. Merlin was earnest in his offer to help modify Geni's weapon, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give him all of Deep Magic's tricks. He liked Geni, but he hasn't come to trust him quite yet. Merlin soon began devouring his food again, but then suddenly stopped. He could hear Ivan in the background calling him an 'amateur-hour stage magician'. Even though Merlin knew it was just a way to make his former opponent feel better about the match, but he couldn't help but take it personally. "If only he knew my old profession, hehehe. Next time I face him, I will worry less about the audience and solely focus on destroying the wall of self confidence he has oh-so-carefully built." He said to Geni with an almost devilish smile. No one insults his ability as a magician, no one. After a few more brief moments of silent brooding, Merlin's normal smile returned to his face and he began to inhale what was left on his plate.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</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>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond froze midway her stretch. Somebody who she didn't introduce herself to called her out by name. Good lords did someone from before recognize her? Just how much hush money would they want? The voice seemed familiar enough. She was sure it wasn't anyone from Juvy. No it had to have been from before. A client? Hardly, she never shown her face when she had to attend striking a deal in person. It wasn't safe that way. It had to have been someone whom she contracted herself. Wait... She stood straight and turned around to confirm her suspicion. Her hands promptly went to her face to keep her jaw from hanging agape. "A-Amy?" she said as she did a double take. Her memory raced to recall and match the face. Yeah, it was quite some time but the resemblance was there. Diamond took a few steps closer. Usually she would have made a remark when she heard Aurelius, probably something about him just being jealous of her dynamite body, but right now she barely noticed hims peaking. "After well over two years you finally show up again," she said towards the other woman, "And that's all I get? You wound me." she inquired with a half smirk. When Amy's teammate shown up, she nodded to him: "Frost. Diamond Frost."</s> <\|message\|>Ahriman Kore Agesander Ahriman Kore Agesander — Physical Education Running late for the first class wasn't exactly the best first impression, but life wasn't quite as kind to Ahriman as he'd want at the moment. Clipboard in hand, he made way into the classroom, eyes locking onto each of his students. The room itself was a rather large stadium, indoor track field circling half of the entire gym. The other half contained a practice basketball court, waxed and polished just this weekend as per request from Ahriman. In the midst of the track were various gymnastics equipment, of which a lot of the smaller equipment lay in a large storage closet just in the hall near the locker rooms. There were other rooms branching off the gym, one side leading to the indoor pool and the other to the weightlifting room, part of which could be partitioned off for a more personable class, i.e. yoga, aerobics, and various other things. Everything was where it should have been, placed precisely with the correct number of equipment (all even numbers) and everything looking scrubbed clean about five or ten times depending on who was asked. There wasn't much in terms o decoration aside from what Beacon tended to put up on behalf of honorary athletes and the like, things Ahriman didn't pay much mind to as there was no real need. Decked in a pair of Beacon provided ensemble, a pair of black track pants and grey t-shirt, looking far more casual than he usually did, but sweating in formal clothing didn't make the list of things to do that day. Behind him, trailing with his suitcase all buckled tight and other hand grasping a paper bag, Solomon gave a wave to the students already prepping for class. He leaned over, pointing over to the far corner of the gym where Ahriman's office lay. "I'll leave the left overs in there," Solomon said, before turning further to address the class—Ahriman turned him further, so he actually faced most of them, instead of half the class. "Watch him for me, you guys and try not to let him push you around too much. Guy's got antlers up to here, but they're mostly just for show," he reached out to tug on one, only to get his hand swatted. With that note he made off toward the other side of the gym, a light haze floating out like tendrils around him. With that, Ahriman cleared his throat before bringing the clipboard to his front as he examined it. He roll called quickly before marking everyone down and turning his full focus onto the class before him. "Fitness to a hunter is of utmost importance, I'm assuming most of you know that," Ahriman began, tilting his head to the side a little, "Your health, both mental and physical, are things you'll need to learn exactly how to take care and I'm positive we'll accomplish that, as long as we all focus on the material and put effort toward our work. Over the course of the year and semester, there are quite a few things we'll be going over, from regular sports to routine work outs to diet and regular exercising. I intend to keep all of you well in shape and, hopefully, teach each and every one of you how to properly look after yourselves and your well being." Looking back down at the clipboard in his hand, Ahriman gave a small hum. "As for who I am, I'd prefer if you call me Mr. Kore, for the sake of my sanity, and yours, possibly," he spoke, "Aside from that, we should definitely get this class going; I won't make a habit of being late, you can be assured of that." Turning he stopped mid stride before looking back at the class, eyes narrowed, "And if you have any ailments, I would definitely appreciate being told before you have an asthmatic attack or strenuous activity causes you to go into cardiac arrest." "It's happened twice," Solomon waved, making his way to the exit to avoid Ahriman's glare. Though he did, Ahriman merely gave a nod and made for the track equipment. "We'll start the day with a few laps, then," Ahriman spoke, "Expect me to push you to your limits this week: I want to know how much each of you are capable of. If you hate me for it, at least you'll be healthier while doing so." He snapped a finger, signalling for the class to move toward the doors outside where the larger track field and other outdoor sports fields lay just behind the campus buildings and large gym. It was certainly nice outside and Ahriman was one for fresh air rather than being forced to remain stuffy and cramped. Antlers, especially ones as large as his this time of year, would do that to a person. "You all are capable," he mused, "Two miles. Would prefer to keep this under fifteen."</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival - The Survival 'classroom' is an old run down concrete school building on the very edge of campus. Nature has mostly taken over, vines, trees, and various other plants obscuring the two story building. Various animals can also be seen around this building, deer, squirrels, lots of birds, and more. In a room on the second floor, a campfire can be seen during the day and night. Like all rooms, the floor is dirty. The campfire is in the middle of the room, and several large rocks and old logs circle the campfire. In one corner of the room is an impressive array of weapons, knives, shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, all old. A single desk is where it should be, if this was still a functional classroom, a small candle is on top, along with several books and canned foods. A small mattress is in another corner, there is a sleeping bag on top of it. Scattered across the room are small piles of various things, such as pots, pans, an old guitar can be seen leaning against the wall. Most wonder why this is even a classroom, others are unable to find this class for several days. Pavel sat on a large rock on the second floor of his run down concrete building. His campfire spot lay empty, the ring of small stones marking where the fire usually is. Piles of varying wood surround it, tinder, sticks, firewood logs. Today was the first day of class, he was told, he welcomed the young ones. He kept on strumming his guitar, playing a classic amongst his kind. He paused to take a sip out of a bottle containing a clear liquid, then continued playing again. Some students began to arrive, but Pavel just continued to play, only saying, "Take a seat, we will start soon. If you are hungry, have a bite." in his Eastern Slavic accent. He nodded towards a couple unmarked cans of food. Ineko Irandi - Period, 5 Survival Armory was not as expected. There was a lot of drama, needless, Ineko thought to himself, if people had kept their calm. He would have been an advocate towards calming down, but there was too much for him to take in. The chatter of the machines present only grew louder as they spoke about various topics. He tried to listen to the tank, and got some dialogue from her, to which he did. She was a somewhat vulgar tank, but nevertheless, Ineko wanted to talk to her. Although he did have opposition from that sort of thing before, many hunters in training often thought him crazy. The lesson, although cut a little short, taught Ineko a couple of things he didn't know about Dust. Previously, all Ineko knew was that it was volatile, and a fuel, pretty much. Elemental properties were lost on him until today, and he looked forward to future lessons. Less so towards future conflict. Ineko, having previously mapped out the campus, walked right to the concrete building that the Survival class was taking place. He thought it was a pretty strange place to host a classroom. He stepped into the dirty building, it was more like an abandoned building than the classroom he was lead to believe. He climbed up a flight of stairs to follow the sound of guitar, and upon entering, a man, presumably Professor Vorosky, was playing the guitar. "Come, come, sit." Ineko did, albeit a somewhat slowly. This was not what he expected.</s>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet "Sure thing, Professor!" Sepia replied cheerfully, and with that, she turned and sprinted in the direction of where she'd been told that her locker would be. The sound of angry yelling reached her from the way she'd come, and for once she was glad to have arrived unprepared. Although, the last part didn't seem so bad. Growing up in a lodge in the middle of a large forest had allowed her to become remarkably fast and endurant through "roughing it" and training as much as possible. True, she wasn't very strong in the way that meant lifting or stopping heavy things, but she was pretty sure that an obstacle course wouldn't be too difficult. Arriving at her locker, Sepia quickly grabbed a plain pair of black shorts and a brown tank top with a pink paw print on it. After changing into both these and replacing her high heels with a pair of sneakers, she made her way back to practice where she did as Professor Vanhomrigh said and got in line.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert listened to Ms. Vanhomrigh respectfully, he knew people like her and he knew that there would be consequences if she thought for a moment that she wasn't being given the respect she deserved. Priscilla's tardiness soon confirmed that. He wasn't really sure how to respond to the teacher's comment about her reason for tardiness. Object and point out that he had not only been there on time, but that they hadn't kissed yet. Just keep quiet and not try to provoke Ms. Vanhomrigh's ire. Or maybe volunteer to go with Priscilla. There were two lines, meaning that they probably would have everyone go two by two. Robert chose the latter. He strode over to the front of the other and got himself ready, shooting Priscilla a thumbs-up to let her know he was cheering her on. The signal to start was given, and Robert took off. He jumped over the first obstacle, then approached the pull-up bar. He jumped up and grabbed it, but slid off almost immediately. He tried again, hung on for about three seconds, then fell face first on the ground. Good thing he didn't have his glasses or visor on, it wouldn't have been good to have broken them this early in the school year. He got back up and tried a third time, saying out loud, "Third time's the charm." Finally, he got his leg over it and rolled off successfully, sprinting to the next obstacle. Robert made it through the next few obstacles easily enough. When he made it to the balancing beams though, he lost his footing and landed on his junk. He began to slide off the beam, holding back any cries of pain, when he wrapped his arms and legs around the wooden log. Robert got himself upright again and continued on with the course. Every obstacle afterwards was not really noteworthy, except the winces of pain with every time he lifted his legs. When he approached the second pull up bar, he groaned and pretty much went through the exact same thing he did with the first one. Finally, he reached the last obstacle, the ropeclimb. Robert made it about halfway up before losing his grip and falling. Of course it wasn't that easy for Robert, he just had to get his leg tied up in the rope and dangle there for several seconds before falling on his head. He tried again, this time making it to the top and back down with no problems. Robert approached Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh after walking off the course. "Ta-da. Ms. Iderson, Ms. Vanom... Vin... Ma'am, how'd I do?" he asked, still rubbing his crotch as if doing so would somehow alleviate the pain. "Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes. Please don't be over five minutes," he silently pleaded.</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - 5th Period, Survival Pavel watched as the students began to come in, again, offering each of them a seat and some food. Most declined the food, but no matter, more for him. Once Ineko came into the room and sat down, Pavel's eyed lit up. "Ah! You remind me much of the Exoskeletons in the Zone. A shame I never got to wear one." He said, "Exoskeletons could take bullet after bullet, it was unbelievable, but radiation and anomalies..." He continued, "I once came across a mangled mess of flesh, bone and metal. Poor man must have stumbled into a Vortex. Imagine that, an entire person, and 15 kilograms of metal and machinery compressed into something the size of a small wheel." Pavel said, adding emphasis by estimating the size of the mess with his hands. Pavel quickly looked at his watch, "It's about time comrades." He pointed out a broken window, "One meter out is a teleport. We will all be jumping through that in a second." He explained, getting up and handing out large industrial metal screws to each student. "Now, do what I do, in ten second intervals. Understand? You, Exoskeleton boy, wait ten seconds after I jump through, then jump. The person after, wait ten seconds, then go. Yes?" He explained, rather quickly, getting in position. He fitted a gas mask onto his face, picked up one of the old assault rifles laying around, and strapped a tactical vest onto himself. "If anyone does not want to do this, quit this school now. If you cannot jump into the unknown, you are better off making bread for those who can." He said before sprinting towards the window, halfway there, throwing the metal screw through it. One meter away from the window, something flashed brightly, everyone hearing a strange wub sound, the screw was gone. A second later, Professor Vorosky leapt up, and through the window. A flash, a wub and he was gone. In an instant, he landed on grass. He rolled out of the way for the next person. He stood up afterwords, patting himself down and looked around. It was a familiar place, a large river in the middle of a forested area, where he was, a clearing. In the clearing, there were painted rocks lying around, several green painted rocks laid out in a line. Logs were strewn about the clearing, offering seats. Campfire linings were also around, with charred wood in them. He stretched, waiting for his students. Back in the classroom, a piece of paper detailing the instructions on how to get to where the rest of the class had gone lay on the ground in plain sight. Students not perceptive enough to find the classroom, or the paper, were out of luck, and would miss the first day of this class. Ineko Irandi - 5th Period, Survival Professor Vorosky's story was a little strange, some terms went over his head, but he understood the moral of the story, Ineko thought at least. There were some threats out there that armor could not protect against. Then the professor looked at his watch, and handed him a large metal screw. He gave instructions, then leapt out the window, and then disappeared in a flash of light. Ineko's jaw dropped. What? He paused for a second, then remembered his instructions. Ten seconds. Two seconds had already passed, and Ineko scrambled up from his seat and got in the same position the Professor did. He did exactly as he did, running, tossing the screw, then out the window. Ineko closed his eyes as he leapt through. He felt an impact, then opened his eyes. Dirt? Grass? He heard running water. Ineko looked around and saw essentially what was a campsite. He then understood what the ten seconds were for, and got out of the way of the landing zone. Ineko was speechless. How did we get here?</s>
<\|description\|>Ineko Irandi Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes. The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack. The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks. The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see. Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko. Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something. Color: Mint Green Emblem: Emblem Appearance: A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange. When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Out of all things, a portal was not something Sangue expected to confront. Though her surprised remained hidden behind her stoic face, her stiffened body could at least send hints that she had second thoughts about jumping through a portal. At the very least, throwing the piece of metal that now rested in her free hand seemed harmless for her standards. After all, she flung around a piece of metal that was literally attached to her, so she did not feel unfamiliar with the idea. With that said, Sangue mindlessly threw her nail into the portal before jumping in… …only to land on the ground face-flat, her claw digging into the grass as it dangled behind her. The woman struggled to get up, using her only arm to pry herself shakily off of the ground. It took her a few seconds to notice that the Apophis Claw awkwardly extended itself, remaining still on the ground. Blinking with her barely open and unscarred eye, Sangue retracted the claw back to her shoulder, turning back to pay attention to the class she now attended in. Things seemed awkward so far. It was to be expected of a school filled with odd things.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Survival He wasn't late to it, since he kind of got there right after the last class. Everything went by fairly quickly for him, mostly because he was more interested in how unique this classroom was. Back in the city everyone would think you were an absolute nutter to hold a class in a room like this, but considering the subject matter he liked it. When his turn came for the portal he picked up his share and entered wordlessly after the ten... Or nine... Okay, he counted a little quickly. It was roughly 7 seconds for a normal person, he tried his best to slow down. As he appeared in the campsite, he stepped away from the portal and surveyed the surroundings... Campsite, logs, coloured rocks? Possibly for zoning or marking... But they were neatly lined up. Was this what they were to make use of? He watched the other students come through too. Some a bit more ceremoniously than others.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad – Practice Following instructions, Trad went to drop his gear off at a nearby bench. Grabbing hold of his shield and undoing his strap everything detached from him. He took another moment to look at his shield before gently setting it down. He strolled over to the obstacle course saving his energy for what lie ahead. Trying to mentally prepare himself he watched the first few in line go, then closed his eyes and imagined himself doing the same. Pulling himself over the bars, walking the beams, climbing the rope, he felt pretty confident in his abilities. The time came, he was up. Looking at his running partner he gave a quick two-finger wave before readying himself. He took a good deep breath, and was off. First log was a quick hurdle and nothing more. The pull up bars took little effort as well, Trad's strength was more than capable of pulling himself over. The next two obstacles went the same, but pushing down the bar line Trad noticed he was going a bit slower than the other had. This unfortunately didn't change when he came to the balance beam. Taking it slowly he only came close to falling a few times, but was able to catch himself. Next he did a quick swing over the log and hurdled over the next. After a quick running start Trad leaped and pulled himself over the wall with minimal effort. The next few obstacles weren't much trouble either, then came the many hurdles. Trad only too late realized he needed a solid run before he could leap them like before. Humiliatingly the norseman slowly climbed over each one, cursing himself on each one. After finally getting over the final log, he sprinted full speed to the rope not wanting to lose any more time. Grabbing a hold he climbed like a maniac to the top. After reaching the top he slid down, his gloves keeping his hands from burning. Hitting the ground he let out a "Damn" under his breath, though it was still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. He walked to the instructors awaiting to hear his results.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson It seemed that she would never be able to shake the nickname Victor had stuck on her, well not at this stage anyway. After awhile, he would probably get sick of calling her it and just call her Rayna; well, hopefully he would. Giving him a quick wave upon exiting class, she turned and looked around, trying to find someone who was even remotely mentioning survival. That didn't seem to be the case so she resigned to using the map on her scroll which did seem a tad outdated. Nevertheless, it led her to a run-down building that other students seemed to be entering as well. Surely this isn't the Survival classroom, right? Rayna expected some sort of high-tech facility but this place was surprising her at every turn. Moving into the run-down building, she raised an eyebrow when the last person disappeared through the window. Frowning, she approached a piece of paper on the table and read through it, raising another eyebrow at it. This place really was designed to confuse and surprise. Taking a piece of the metal specified in the instructions, she took a look over the plans again before following out precisely what they said. Taking off into a run, she chucked the piece of metal at the window and a second later, she followed it hesitantly. Within an instant, she was transported to a camp that looked more befitting of a survival classroom. Landing with a half-roll, half-collapse, she sat on the ground and surveyed the area before getting up and dusting herself off. This was going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Survival What Daniel was not wondering about was whether or not something would try to step on him. His attention was caught when a girl yelled, "Watch out" and Daniel jumped back when a sword landed only a few inches away from him. Then came the uninvited weight on his shoulder when that girl placed her foot on his shoulder, causing him to fall due to the unsupported weight. Daniel was lucky enough not to get cut on her sword when he fell, and her introduction as Sarina only served to annoy him further. "I'm fine, thanks for asking," Daniel said, irritated. Then Daniel asked a question that one should probably never ask a girl, "Do you realize how heavy you are?" Daniel was not aware of what he had just asked at first, and when he realized, he was too annoyed to care.</s>	<\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival Pavel chuckled at some of the landings, some of which were done well, others not so well. A cloaked student walked up to him, confusion on his face, "What...was that? I've never heard of anybody but me being able to teleport, and...we all just did it. This is weird." The student asked. Pavel took off his gas mask and hooked it on his belt, "What we all just jumped through is an anomaly called a Teleport. These anomalies I keep mentioning are 'rifts where the laws of physics and nature are bent and broken'." He stated, "Or so say the scientists." Pavel then noticed Sarina come though, the assistant of the good witch named Goodwitch. However, Daniel, was standing a bit too close to her landing path, and was nearly hit. Pavel frowned slightly as the student said something unwise. Pavel walked forth and placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder, "Sarina, it is always a pleasure to have you here, although I was not aware you would be joining us. There should be a bottle or two of vodka somewhere if you want a drink." He offered, "And you, young man, I have several tasks for you." He looked at Daniel. Taking his hand off Daniel's shoulder, he started to speak, addressing the entire class. "Now, you all could have chosen a different class. Physical Education, it is good to be fit. Or maybe Combat Practice, to become strong, like bull." He began, "But no, you have chosen my subject, Survival. Your reasons are your own, but here, we are all equal. All trying to survive, yes, some of us are more experienced, but it is the duty of the experienced to help the inexperienced. As I am doing now. He paused. "I have seen soldiers. Trained killers. Fall to the elements. Yes, it is good to be fit, it is good to be strong, but if you do not know how to make a fire for warmth, or gather the right herbs if you are ill, you will die. Today, you will learn how to make a campfire. Now, get some wood. Any kind of wood, it does not matter." He dismissed the class. He began to walk away, towards the river. He stopped and turned around, "Ah! This is not a safe place. There are monsters in the woods, be on your guard." He looked to Sarina, "Sarina, if you would join me." He walked over to the river and sat down on a log, picking up one of the wooden fishing poles on the ground, and cast out his line. He leaned to Sarina, "So, what do you think of the children this year?" Ineko Irandi - Period 5, Survival Ineko looked at the dirt he was standing on. The Professor said that this was not a safe place, and that 'monsters' roamed the forests. He looked towards the treeline. He could only assume that 'monsters' meant Grimm. Ineko leaned forwards a little and the six drones on his back flew out, hovering in front of him. Ineko mumbled an order in an alien language and the six drones flew up to gain altitude, then out to scout the forest from above. Ineko walked to his fellow classmates, "The Professor suggests that there are Grimm in the forest, despite our relatively easy task, I still think we should group up into small teams. To watch each others backs. Also... Does anyone know how to make a good campfire?" Ineko asked the group of students.</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Algernon Fullbuster Every student jumped at the sound of the bell. Though there had been many different varieties of bells as there were of those who heard them, they all shared the same instinct built up from previous years of school. Even with the time passed since coming to Beacon, that same instinct coursed through each one: to escape and take another step in the daily grind of school til the glorious afternoon-evening time when each teenager could do what they wanted. Unfortunately, that time lay five long periods away. Before any of the students could flee through the door to Combat class, the now-familiar voice of Ms. Goodwitch commanded their attention yet again. "Today you've shown me what you can do now. Tomorrow will bring something new. Nurse your wounds, if you have them, and bring every ounce of your strength tomorrow." With that, Ms. Goodwitch fixed to turn back and talk with her assistant, but she happened to catch the mischievous eyes of Paron. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow the freshmen around, waiting to offer them one one of your deals, Mr. Skaft?" Her tone was critical, but in low; this was a conversation between her and Paron alone, now that most of the students were on their way out. "Not 'til fourth period, marm," the well-dressed northerner replied. "PE creds an' all that. An' wotever makes ya tink I'm tryin' ta swindle anyone?" He got up, very dignified, and tucked the golden-threaded yoyo away before meandering to the door. "I swear, no trus' these days for any a us. Teachas gotta trust their students, or they end up alone?" Paron cast a final glance at Goodwitch as he passed through the exit. This one held no warmth, no mischievous cheer; it was a clouded, soulful glare. Goodwitch turned away, walking slowly toward Sarina. The next group of teams, including PHGM, CRDL, RWBY, and JNPR, were filing in, but her thoughts weren't on them. It wasn't trust, she thought, that left you alone. Sad images flashed in her mind—the smiling face of Paron, then his crushed, vacant expression, the sabre, the blood, the hate. It was bad luck. -=-=- Next stop for MODA, SASG, RPGD, SIII, GJMM, and JRVR was math. After quickly ascertaining that all were heading to the same classroom, the twenty-four students merged into a singular flow of teenagers in the direction of room 64. When they sidled through the doorway and found their seats, there was no teacher to be seen. Judging by the papers and posters tacked, taped, stapled, and otherwise attached to every inch of available wall-space, though, he had certainly made his presence known. The symbols, equations, rules, factoids, and more that floated off the colorful menagerie of wall-adornments were enough to make anyone's head spin, and that was before the professor arrived. The instructor burst through the door, his half-closed duffel bag hanging from his hip. His matchless white and orange attire practically illuminated his progress through the room, and with a bang he set the duffel bag on the huge desk at the lecture hall's central low point. Yellow eyes twinkling, he whipped out a piece of chalk from a drawer and scrawled on the antiquated chalkboard in a loopy, difficult hand: ALGERNON HENRY FULLBUSTER. And just like that, he was in his seat, studying the students briefly. "Math!" He suddenly announced, followed by a yawn that he struggled to suppress. For a few moments thereafter, he didn't move, but a snore announced that he had suddenly put himself to sleep. Fortunately, the bell that signified the end of passing time and the start of second period jolted him awake. "Math," he repeated, unfazed by his catnap. "Algebra, geometry, trigonometry, calculus. Not as exciting as some of the stuff you'll be prodding and blowing up in Grimm Studies, but nevertheless essential! You all can, by now, multiply and divide and calculate percentages and remainders and compounded interest, but do you have what it takes to judge the arc of your spear as you're poised to throw it? Can you take the function of how far something's moving, get how fast it's moving, and then use that to find how quickly it's accelerating? No?" Fullbuster shoved a stack of packets to the end of his desk and motioned for the students to take one each. "Then let's get started." -=-=- "History is important, ladies and gentlemen!" The green-haired man declared. Compared to the soporific, smooth, low tones proliferated by professor Fullbuster, Bartholomew Oobleck brought both a vivacity and energy to the class with movement so fast as to be unnerving. His words were, though still hyped, mercifully slower. Regardless, it was clear that the doctor's passion lay in his subject. "If you can't learn from it, you are doomed to repeat it!" He zipped across the room again, until he was standing practically touching the long desk of the two students nearest him, Daniel and Priscilla. "And by tomorrow I hope the remaining half of you will learn that you must bring your book to class with you! Every day! The knowledge that we seek lies buried in paper, and starting tomorrow we will start to dig. Today, especially since we are so textbook-devoid, we will be running through a series of slideshows in review, to jog from your laden memories the information you undoubtedly acquired and then forgot in previous school. Pay close attention, now! History is waiting to unfold!" -=-=- Lunch in the cafeteria today was a choice between chicken sandwiches, bowtie pasta with somewhat watery red sauce, and a salad bar. Optional sides includes small dishes of pears, apple slices, grapes, mashed potato, curly fries, and macaroni, while to drink there was white milk, water, and juices of apple, grape, and watermelon. While the lines were serve-it-yourself, an employee waited at the end of each bar to charge each student for his or her purchase, and to keep an eye out for both theft and general rowdiness. The only seating available was an array of gray double-tables, each capable of seating eight. Spirits, not yet crushed by homework, were mostly high.</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>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</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> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro All of his enthusiasm and energy had died. Or rather it was grabbed by its throat, choke-slammed onto the ground and then viciously executed by way of a bullet to the head. When the first period bell had sounded, Shiro was quickly and harshly reminded that Beacon Academy was still a place of learning. Not only were promising and great future Hunters/Huntresses trained here, they were afforded the best education that Vale could offer. It was still a school, after all. Shiro's ears flattened against his head and his tail lazily swept at his feet as he sat in Math class, staring at the packet of mathematical problems/equations in front of him with a forlorn look. Looking up at the sleeping teacher and the room around him, Shiro sighed heavily and slowly opened the packet. As a child, he never had a formal education. What they taught him at the orphanage was basic at best. It was only at Signal that he received a better education but even still, he struggled. It wasn't to say that Shiro wasn't bright and smart, it was more so that he was lazy and disliked complex/critical thinking. It made his head hurt. Sure, math was important, but how did math seriously apply in real life beyond basic arithmetic? As he slowly worked on what he did know, skipping over what he didn't know, he couldn't help but ask... In what deity's name did someone think combining the letters from the alphabet with numbers was a good idea?! At least, History was easier on him. It helped more so that the eccentric teacher seemed to inject a bit of his hyperactive zippiness back into Shiro's spirits. Chin resting on his gloved fists, Shiro tried his best to pay attention. Though some parts were definitely interesting, he again failed to see how having history lessons would aid them in combating the Grimm. As the slide show presentation continued on, Shiro couldn't help but nearly plant his face into his desk, as for some inexplicable reason he grew dreadfully tired. For the rest of the period he remained under the radar of the teacher and softly snoozed, drooling a bit as he dozed the history period away.. Thankfully, he had already made it through the first half of the first day and was granted a brief reprieve from the daily grind of school life. It wasn't much different from Signal after all, just a new place with new faces. As he waited in line, he saw what the cafeteria was offering and his spirits were crushed yet again. Most everything was some kind of starch/grain, vegetable, or fruit. Blech. He recoiled at the sight of them. The only meat they had were the chicken sandwiches, and they even had white milk. Wishing his first meal at Beacon would be a bit grander, he half-heartedly grabbed what was allowed to him. In all honesty, he wanted to pile as much food as he could onto his plate but the cafeteria workers seemed to frown at the idea. He was a bit jealous when a few of the other bolder students muscled their way through the line and grabbed whatever they wanted without a care in the world. He wanted to do the same, but that wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be fair. With just a plain tray of chicken sandwiches and milk, he made his way to a free table and took his seat. Setting his tray down, he looked around for his teammates. Too many sounds, scents, and people moving about for him to locate them. Though, as large as Gren and Abel were it shouldn't be too hard to pick them out in a crowd. Shrugging, he decided to start eating without them. Removing the pieces of chicken from between the slices of bread, he clasped his hands together once done. Thanking everyone who were responsible in getting the food he was about to eat to him, he picked up his utensils. Oddly enough, though he was starving at this point, he neatly ate his meal with peculiarly impeccable table manners. As he ate, his golden eyes roamed around hoping to catch a glimpse of the Fox Faunus ladies.. Oh right, he had to do maintenance on his weapons whenever he got the chance. His mind then went down the list of what was required of him to make sure his gear was in top working order. If he had more free time, then maybe he would hit up the gym. That is, if he wasn't too beaten down and exhausted with homework and assignments.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan gave a nod of greeting as Indigo sat down, not stopping his constant devouring of the utterly average chicken sandwiches he'd taken from the bar. He gave another nod as Merlin passed by, noting with juvenile satisfaction that his opponent seemed to be the sort who would put on the pounds as he got older. Ivan had reacquired the ridiculously large hat sometime in the last couple of hours, although the matching poncho had apparently vanished into the ether. Green eyes flashed underneath the constantly shifting brim as his head turned toward his newly acquainted teammate with his mouth finally empty enough to maintain conversation. "I'm decent at math. Kinda need to if I wanna figure out how hard I hit with my semblance." The frown that had crossed his features earlier returned. "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 took a long swig from the carton of milk, staring into the distance as he considered the implications of his teams impressively average performance. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." The semi-permanent aura of confidence returned in full as Ivan turned to look for his previous opponent, spotting the caster at the table directly behind him with the shield-wielder and the clown who'd lost to a man without his main weapon. The gunslinger called over the din of the rest of the student's eating and chatting, a smirk of devilish amusement plastered on his features: "It'd take more than some amateur-hour stage magician to take me out!" He'd begun to stuff his face again as Ineko's drone took the seat across from him, and stared blankly at it until its owner came and sat down with a hefty thud. He attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, abruptly reconsidered, swallowed, then continued. "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." He extended a hand over his half-finished plate of chicken sandwiches toward Indigo and then Ineko, fully expecting it to be shook. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas."</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "why, so you can bleed out and the three of us that are left have to split your job? Forget it!" Diamond exclaimed as she finished patching his hand up. She slipped her hand with the plaster back under her hat, searching for the clinch it was supposed to hang on. When that was stowed away, she took one look at her bloodied hanky and frowned. "You can keep that." With that she focused back on the conversation around. "Funny, here I thought fighting Grimm was precisely what Huntsmen did. It's the job of the police to busy themselves with the bloody animals and the like. Either they do that or we should collect their salary." The girl noted. It smelled of trouble to step out of their mandate. Was there an actual class that dealt with the law side of this whole thing? Well, at least she knew a few good lawyers. It might be a way to collect some of those old favors.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren chuckled lightly as Kuhaku eagerly answered how to have his steak. "Alright, just give me a few minutes to cook the meat thoroughly. And hello to you too Fulgurate." The meat sizzled on the grill sending oil out, but Gren didn't flinch. He wore gloves for this reason. "I'm fine Shiro, don't worry. My hand got a bit banged up, but nothing that the doctors couldn't heal." Gren said in responds to Kuhaku's concerns about his hand. In truth the injury was much worse because he did lose his hand, but Gren managed to get himself a replacement before anyone was none-the-wiser. Gren than turned to Abel about his question. "Not much Fulgurate. The teacher's name is certainly interesting, but aside from that math is math. Practical, if a bit boring." Gren started to serve up the cubed steaks, but unless both his teammates were big eaters he still had a lot of meat to cook. He already took them out of the bag so he'd hate to waste them. Gren looked around and noticed his opponent, Indigo, sitting at a table with many others. He even saw Sapphire amongst them. Gren devised a plan. "I think I might have brought too much food for just the three of us. Why don't you two invite your opponents over to eat? Make friends with your rivals and such. I'll stay here and cook up what I can. If you find Indigo, could you ask him to come over as well?" A big oil fire flared as Gren poured another round of cubed steaks onto the grill but he didn't flinch as the flames died down and resumed their slow grill.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Looking around, Shiro realized he may have made too much of a show. After his loud outburst, he bashfully scratched the back of his head and slowly sat back down. Face red as he cleared his throat, he quieted down. Though, his silent moment was short lived as his eyes caught sight of Abel. He enthusiastically shot up and waved at him. "Hey, Abel! We're over here!" As Abel came up to their table and sat, a bright grin graced Shiro's features, though he wrinkled his nose when he saw what Abel brought to eat. It seemed to be nothing but foliage and vegetation to him. He didn't understand how some people could eat the green-stuff. Abel sanitized his hands and saw the mini-grill that Gren was cooking on. "You're crazy-prepared," he said matter-of-factly. "That's a bit rude. No 'hello' or 'hi'?" Shiro frowned, but quickly shook it away. Abel then took a moment to compliment them on their sparring matches. Shiro's frown quickly returned. Everyone else seemed to go dust-to-the-wall and gave it their all. Shiro didn't even activate his Semblance or use his Axe at the very least, so he felt his fight hadn't gotten that serious. His feelings of inadequacy and low self-worth briefly returned. But, when Abel mentioned his own negative feelings, he pushed away his own concerns. Patting Abel on his wide upper back, Shiro offered him one of his signature grins. "Aww, don't worry about it Abel. As far as I see it, the matches weren't about winning or losing. Just to show everyone what we're made of. As long as we had fun and made it out okay." Shiro felt a little better to know that he wasn't alone with his emotions. "What did you think of math? Fullbuster's a pretty sweet name, but he was so...uninspiring. Took me about ten minutes to get my head on straight and start workin' through that packet." Abel asked them. Shiro's ears and tail slowly drooped. He tapped at his chin with a single gloved finger. "Well..I thought his name was kind of odd, to be honest. Seeing him snoozing in his chair made me want to fall asleep too." "Which, I later did in History class..." "As for that packet...Aha...I did what I could..." Shiro felt better knowing he wasn't the only one that seemed to have trouble. Gren mentioned how his hand was fine and only got a bit banged up. Somehow, Shiro doubted that. Giving Gren an odd look, he couldn't help but feel that something was out of place. Shrugging, he reverted back to his usual smile. "Ah well, the important thing is that you're okay now." As Shiro patiently waited for Gren to finish cooking the meat he brought along, Gren said, "I think I might have brought too much food for just the three of us. Why don't you two invite your opponents over to eat? Make friends with your rivals and such. I'll stay here and cook up what I can. If you find Indigo, could you ask him to come over as well?" He frowned, he didn't exactly think Gren brought too much. In fact, Shiro could've quite possibly eaten most if not all of the meat had with him. But, that probably wasn't his intention. To give all of it to Shiro, that is. Sharing was caring, after all. The idea suddenly struck him in a positive way. It would be a great way to make more friends. Surely they would appreciate the tasty meal much more so than whatever they were currently ingesting. Tail swaying back and forth energetically, he grinned and saluted Gren. "Right! On it, friend!" Now, how to grab most of the other teams' attention? Why not boldly go? Lifting his feet onto his seat so that he was squatting low, he decided to make another show of himself. He'll deal with the embarrassment later. Winding up, Shiro launched himself into the air. Up and over the large moving crowd, he aimed his jump so that he would land onto one of the other team's tables. Aimed well enough, he gracefully landed quite literally in the middle of their conversations. As the table shook slightly from his landing, he straightened up and scratched at his cheek with a gloved finger. "Hmm...Now, what to say?" He hadn't thought too well ahead. Screw just normally walking up to them and asking them all politely to join them at lunch. That was boring. Stretching his arms out, he decided to loudly proclaim. "My friend brought too much food and we can't eat it all ourselves! If you're still hungry and would like some freshly grilled meat and stuff, come join Team Swansong at our table! You're all welcome to sit and eat with us!" Standing on their table, arms wide open, with a stupidly cheesy grin on his face he hoped that was enough to collect all of their attention. He then pointed from where he had launched himself from, at Gren and Abel. "We're over there!" "Wait, shoot! I didn't think if my actions would embarrass Gren and Abel! Sapphire might get pissed at me..." Still grinning, he blinked. "Ah well, I'll deal with it later."</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>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Robert is not the what you think. Yes Rayna may sound mean but she's not insulting Pricilla. If she was I'd tell her to screw off and leave us alone before I would make her leave, but she's just giving Pricilla advice." Greyson said to Robert wanting to calm him before he did anything stupid that he would regret. In all honesty Greyson would never hit a woman but neither would he ever let anyone hurt the feelings of the girl he cared about. Right now Greyson was thinking about how Pricilla would react to Rayna's "constructive criticism"</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Well. That was unexpected. When he washed out of the entrance exam, Benjamin fully believed that that was the end of it. It would have been worse, too, because it would have been his own fault. His reluctance to use his ace up the sleeve nearly lost him his chance at being a hunter. Now, though, he had another chance. He didn't expect to get it, and he still expected to wake up any minute. Starting on the back foot or not, he had a chance. The thought was sobering, too. He knew his reputation was starting with a mark against it, and it wasn't just his reputation anymore. If he screwed up, the rest of them would pay for it, too. So he couldn't screw up. He needed to do his best, even if that meant not always having another trick up his sleeve. Truthfully, there was also the fact that he didn't really know his team all the well. Maybe Ozpin did some team building exercises after the entrance exam or something, but he'd (obviously) missed them. Ben had ended up working with them mostly by chance, and there hadn't been an excessive amount of time to talk since then. He was acutely aware of the girl, probably older than him, with a decidedly nonstandard sense of fashion walking near him. Amy. The other guy on the team, probably same age, maybe a little younger. Trad. And Sangue, the other girl who was probably older than him. And seemed to have one arm. From the look on Goodwitch's face, she wasn't happy about having a team of exam rejects walking around. He had a bad feeling they'd see that expression again, and not just on her face. Well. One more obstacle to overcome. "So, schedule says we're supposed to be in lunch. If I remember how we got to Oz's office right, that'd be down the stair, and to the left, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) The silence from the professor was agonizing. Trad had worked his heart out practicing for the exam, only to fail in misery. It was probably his fault too, he was over protective of his team and got in their way trying to shield them from attacks they most likely could have avoided. That didn't stop him though. He continued his practice and learned from his mistakes during the exam, and as luck would have it, it paid off. Now here he was, in the headmaster's office waiting to hear the verdict. The anxiety was killing him, and the disapproving stares of Ms. Goodwitch only made things worse. Still, he did his best to stand firm and at attention. Finally Ozpin spoke, reminding him and the others of their humiliation during the exams. He couldn't help but feel this might not be the reconsideration he had hoped for. Then, he heard the words from Ozpin, "That is why you four are hereby admitted to Beacon Academy" Trad couldn't help but smile. Despite all that had happened he was now a student of Beacon! His joy was quickly hushed by an even colder stare from Goodwitch, as if to remind him of how thin of ice he would be on. When the team was dismissed and they all left the office, Trad let out a long sigh, "I'm not the best when it comes to history, but I think we may be the first rejects to be allowed in." Trad wasn't sure he could eat just yet, he was still trying to take in the fact that he was now a student. More than that, he was member of a team! Still, they could use the time to get a game plan. Figure out schedules and class locations. "I think that's the right way. If not I'm sure we'll find it one way or another."</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: "It's the right way," Amaranth said, her eyes staying straight ahead, not looking at any of her teammates. "Let's eat before lunch is over, or we're going to have to face the legitimate students with empty stomachs." She looked slightly to the side, sizing up each of the others standing in the hall. Trad and Ben were easy enough to read, Sangue was a little more difficult... She was going to have to get used to them. Sangue, entirely offense, but blunt as anything... Trad, an excellent defender, self styled Guardian of Remnant. Benjamin Lloyd, fast, adaptable... But every sign pointed to him being slacker. Hell, they were going to have to get used to her. She almost felt sorry for them. Amaranth Desire. If that wasn't a name somebody could judge her by, she didn't know what was. Amaranth Desire, dressed in clothes that would make her grandmother blush... They were all human, too, and while she didn't paint any of them as being prejudiced, they still didn't know she was a... Faunus. Her hand went to the collar around her neck, one finger slipping inside it–was she nervous? Her chest rose and fell in a deep breath, and she sighed. "Call me Amy. Not Amaranth."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Ben. Good to meet you." He extended a hand to shake, the other kept in his pocket. It was kind of funny, Benjamin thought, that he'd gotten to know how they fought, but had yet to actually get to know them. His teammates. Stuck together for four years, if he was lucky, first met days ago, and only now getting around to proper introductions. Showed where all of their priorities were. A faint grin crossed his face, only a moment after he held out his hand. "Well, officially. Don't really count fighting, though. Isn't really an introduction." Amaranth, he decided, was both one of the easiest to read, and the hardest to work out. Her attire was decidedly... Unusual, and she didn't really look like the type to attend Beacon. Then again, first impressions were remarkably deceptive. Those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones and all that. "Hell of a "welcome to Beacon", huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) "Its a pleasure." Trad shook their hands as well. It was strange how different they all acted out of combat. Ben not only fought like a warrior, but he immediately took charge of the situation and commanded the team. Now he seemed more laid back as if he'd rather go with the flow than take and charge. Amy was the same. While fighting the Grimm, she was fierce and strong, taking head on any that was unfortunate enough to get near her. Yet as they stood there, she fidgeted with her collar, like she was unsure or nervous about the situation. Sangue was probably the only one who differed the least. She was fast and merciless during the Grimm attack and currently had a dark and slightly unwelcoming look on her face. On the other hand, this was only the first encounter with his team, and right now they were all still processing the news of their sudden acceptance. They could all be completely new people once they got more relaxed. "So... Shall we go?"</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: Amaranth stopped fidgeting with her collar, shook both of their hands and smiled slightly. "A 'welcome' is the kindest term for it. They called us up there, said that we suck, and then said 'good luck with proving us wrong'." She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Well, to be fair, the headmaster seemed okay enough with us. Good#####, on the other hand..." Her hand fell to her side, clenching into a fist before relaxing. "We're going to prove her and her stupid exams wrong. We're going to prove that a bunch of washouts can and will be the best students this place has ever produced." She stripped her hat off, letting her hair and her feathers out. "And to that extent, gonna have to be honest with each other. I'm a Faunus and I have a past I'd rather forget. Sangue, you're creepy, Ben, your hair is annoying, and Trad... You need to shave. Think that covers it."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Amy, you're distracting. Don't think that covers it." Bastion's team leader shot back, his tone and the grin crossing his face were the easiest indicators that he was joking. He idly ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful for a moment. In fairness, he hadn't combed it that morning. ... Nor did he usually. Then he shrugged, letting out quiet laugh. "And I'm not sure that's how you're supposed to talk to a team leader." "But I like your attitude. Ignore the mop on my head and we'll be fine. Can't speak for Trad, though, dude totally looks mean." Another chuckle, this time directed jokingly at the other teenager. 'Good#####', he had to admit, that was clever. Probably grounds for some very severe detentions if heard, but clever. It was going to be an interesting ride.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan's face fell as Ineko left, taking most of his reason for talking to the blandly colored broad with neon hair away with him. Robo-boy with his unmoving mouth was the sole reason that he got involved with this trash-talking chick in the first place. He sighed, straightening his floppy hat on his head and checking himself over for sauce stains from Shiro's entrance before making his counter-argument. "Girlie, if you saw me getting knocked around, you're as blind as you are annoying." The larger man turned back to his sandwiches momentarily, retrieving one of the unfinished halves that hadn't been splattered in Indigo's sup-par pasta sauce. "The magician is been of an opponent than your skinny ass will ever be, but those so-called 'unadaptable shots' of mine managed to knock out his aura down to minute levels. I can't seem to find the point where my tactics were, ah, countered." His lips curled back in something that could have easily been a snarl or the second coming of the annoying grin at her counter to his 'already going behind her back' comment."Ah, but Sappy, you were invited with the rest of us non-teammates. Can't seem to see the leaderly respect in that."</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Good job young man! Truly a warrior in the right place!" the professor offered the praise, nodding at Ben to return to his seat. "I hope you all noted that the cub was more fierce than the books will tell you. Usually the older the grimm manages to live, the more it will learn. that doubles for the wendigos who possess higher than normal healing abilities." Port explained, waving his arm to the door, "Now for our next match, we shall move outside." Leading the class out, it was fortunately a rather sunny day. Perfect opportunity for the students to learn about species that would usually be dangerous to encounter in the wild! "Now, who would like to attempt to tame our next challenge? Mister Bellum perhaps, you seem eager for a chance, come and show us what is in you!" he cheered the student on, the sarcasm in his tone going unnoticed. Whether on purpose no one could tell. "Remember students, to take noted of the fight. this time we will see an adult individual, however, outside of it's usual environment and, most importantly, company." Port teased about the creature before slamming the lock off of one of the many cages set up in the yard before distancing himself He kept his weapon at the ready in case it was needed, as slowly, as if uninterested by the students, a Sitting Bull walked out of the cage and gazed upon Aurellius, as if it was teasing him to make the first move. ______________________________ When Aurellius took a seat next to her, Diamond gave the man an acknowledging nod. He seemed uncomfortable with his suit, which she noticed was a fresh one. It would seem she vacated the mess hall just in time indeed. She watched the fight with interest. The datura their team fought in the initiation was a one of a kind grimm, and she was interested what other danger was out there. It didn't get much different than the beast the guy was facing, so quick and agile compared to the lumbering plant monster. When the fight concluded, the class was moved outside. Diamond guessed it was to prevent collateral damage, which soon proven correct when Aurellius was picked next, and to her great amusement was pitted against an evil piece of steak. She immediately imagined her teammate in one of those ridiculous corrida outfits and had to stifle a fit of giggles.</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>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</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>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE Two miles was easy. He did more strenuous runs on the cool mornings in Vale, where he could get hour-long jogs around the city with little concern for the impending day. He started slowly, then began to increase speed with every lap, his long legs helping him outpace nearly everyone who wasn't trying exceptionally hard. As he ran, his thoughts drifted back to the disastrous Armory class and the comment that the daughter of the general had made: He'd gained quite a number of enemies. Ivan frowned through his carefully regulated breathing.Enemies implied that they'd go out of their way to hurt him. Which meant that between the teams at Beacon, there was now a rift. Which meant- He nearly tripped as the person ahead of him stumbled and fell, shaking the would-be athlete from his thoughts. A quick glance told him that it was Sapphire, and that she was in pain. Ivan, against his better judgement, slowed to a halt next to his irksome classmate with an expression halfway between concern and annoyance, carefully keeping just a bit out of the injured girl's reach as he knelt down, lightly panting from the exertion of his run. "Hey, you alright?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ivan Oakley Age:19 Gender: Male Race:Human Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life. The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon. When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use. Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements. Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere. Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting. Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent. Color: Ivory Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder. Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome. Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.</s> <\|message\|>Rowan Iderson Rowan, Practice Rowan didn't comment on Priscilla's tardiness. Esther had that covered. She turned instead to the end of the course, calling out times. "5 minutes and thirty three seconds, Mr. Fallson, and a shameful 333 seconds it was. If you can stand straight and walk off your injury, I'll allow you to come back when you aren't indisposed. Otherwise, get ready to go again. Ms. Russet, 4:56. Be more dignified, or I'll penalize you time. You'd be dead in the field. Goldstein, 4:30. Mr. Oak, you were mediocre until the hurdles. Then things took a nosedive. 4:59. I'd suggest trying it again." Rowan sighed and closed her scroll, walking toward the fallen Priscilla. Her face was impassive, and her voice calm as she looked down at the girl. "Get up, Ms. Montgomery. Try again." Amaranth, PE "I do have something to prove, but it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you on that weekend dinner." Amy winked, then took a sip of her water and turned away. ####. Push ups. Amy sighed, starting hers reluctantly. To finish as fast as she had, it had taken her a lot of energy. The straight shift to pushups was brutal. She'd be feeling this tomorrow...</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed as he watched everyone jump in through the portal in various ways then the professor spoke when everyone got in and what he said was true and it was for that reason that Greyson was here, so he could survive despite being strong. Greyson was glad to have Daniel here with him so that their was at least one familiar face among the group and then Greyson turned to the student that went over and suggested that they form a group. Considering what the professor said about monsters here a group would be the best bet and then she asked if anyone had any experience with campfires and unfortunately Greyson has 0 experience when it came to the outdoors but that was why he was here to learn. He suggested to get dry wood whatever may burn but to avoid using living tree branches so Greyson decided to offer something and say "if we can get it into one pile I could use one of my rounds from my sword, it uses phosphorus rounds so it can easily ignite the wood once we get it" Greyson offered thinking it was a good idea but this was only his input he wouldn't know how to make a fire like rubbing two sticks together and making a spark. Greyson didn't know how to do that so it would stand to reason he would use a different way to do it.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Survival Daniel listened to the instructor as he mentioned something about several tasks and the importance of Survival. He may have only a small amount of experience in survival, of any, but even he knew how to create a fire. At least, creating one his way. "A fire?" Daniel asked, already grinning. "That'll be easy." And it would be; after all, his Semblance could create fire. He went off into the woods and started to gather his own small supply of wood and tinder, completely ignoring someone's wisdom of gathering only the driest wood one could find. All he really did was gather a collection of sticks and the occasional dead branch on the ground. Taking his wood to a location close to the others but far away enough so that his wood would probably not affect them, he placed several sticks in a way as to resemble a traditional fireplace, with the ends of all the sticks meet each other. Then he grabbed a few more sticks from his collection and engulfed his hand with fire, setting the sticks ablaze. Dropping the sticks into his fireplace, Daniel grinned as he had created what appeared to be an actual fire, which was certainly more progress than some people had. "There we go, a fire. Easy as pie," Daniel said.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival They all needed wood. Thus, Sangue went off to get wood. She collected wood nearby groups of trees, but every time she collected a good amount of sticks, she would continuously drop small amounts of the wood she already gathered. The red-haired woman remained aloof, continuing to collect as much wood as she could with one arm. The woman bit on some of the less dirtier sticks in an attempt to carry more wood. Struggling with the wood she collected, the woman walked back to where she was to put down her share for the Survival group. Sticks slowly fell off of her moderately small collection wrapped within a single arm, though Sangue did not seem to notice this. She soon dropped the sticks from her arm and opened her mouth, letting two sticks add into her small pile. "..." Sangue blinked with her unscarred eye, wondering if she did good enough for a one-armed novice-at-Survival. The woman then realized that she had to make a fire. "..." With a small frown, the woman glanced at her nonexistent second arm before sitting down in front of her small pile of sticks. Picking one stick up, she simply stared at the thing, contemplating on how to make a fire. Thinking of ideas, the woman stepped on one of her sticks as she proceeded to rub it furiously with the stick she held earlier. Her speed may have caused a small spark, but it took her an extremely long time to make a fire. She would eventually make a tiny fire, accidentally burning her finger because she was quite amazed at how someone like her made a fire in the first place. With a burnt finger, she stood still, remaining idle with a small frown. A tiny, tiny fire lived in front of her. Sangue quickly doused her finger in a nearby river before returning to her spot.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Physical Exertion "I shall be waiting, dying of suspense and loneliness until then!" Diamond said theatrically, blowing a kiss in Amy's direction to add a cherry on top. Honestly though, the thought that there would be someone, anyone, who would know of her past and not judge her for it was exhilarating. She was worried half the time what would happen if her past ever seen the light of day. Of course, if the police didn't find it in their investigation, chances were noone ever would, but still, the worry was there. Now alone, she looked around for a victim. Just because she liked the result of exercising didn't mean she wasn't bored to tears. Usually she listened to music or watched a movie while working out and she made a note to get headphones and one of those shoulder straps for her scroll to keep her occupied in future classes. Right now though, she headed straight for her teammate. "Guess who got herself a date?" she said with the most self satisfied expression on her face. She never signed up for PE to play games. In fact she liked the condition she was in, and that took effort to maintain. However she never was one to show all of her cards, nor an overachieving rectal alpinist. That's why even though she could and one look at her told that she could, she didn't go too far above the required fifty of each of the exercises.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE "Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points? He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications. It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better. The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning. The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.</s>
<\|description\|>Algernon Fullbuster Age: 47 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The underside of Algernon's watch is a dart-shooter. It reacts to the muscles in his wrist; if he extend his palm, the darts will fire. While the normal darts are coated in sedative and are not very harmful, he owns special dust-packaged darts that can exert quite the elemental effect on their target. One of the items in his duffel bag, aside from various folders, binders, and papers, is a boxlike device called the Onager. If Algernon puts his right hand into the slot and plugs it in, the box unfolds into a mortar that rests on his shoulder when in use—siege mode. In siege mode, Onager fires volatile bombs in a big arc, perfect for large, slow-moving targets. In the default storage mode, Onager is much safer. Specialty: Algernon detests physical combat, believing it to be below his station as a professor. In rare situations of combat, Algernon's chief strategy is keep-away: the art of running and shooting. It is an uninspiring, though effective and safe, style of fighting. He'll often employ his wits in combination with his dart-shooter and Onager, effectively classifying him as a gunslinger/scout. Of course, as a teacher he rarely gets involved in fighting scenarios. Semblance: Drowse Algernon can put people to sleep—and not just with his lectures about calculus. If he yawns, everyone in a radius around him will instantly succumb to slumber, and if he stifles that yawn, he puts himself to sleep. While not effective at all in a wide-awake combat situation, Algernon still sees his unique little power as useful. Personality: If it weren't 'Henry', 'methodical' would be Algernon's middle name. Slow, cautious, thorough, and even boring, he always makes sure that both he and his students have a firm grasp of whatever comes their way and are prepared for what's next. He is a pacifist that prefers not to fight, but understands all too well the necessity of warfare. While not the most outgoing, he generally likes to help and enjoys forming teacher-student relationships with those attending beacon. Algy is pretty pragmatic and not overgiven to sentimentality, knowing that the overemotional response can often be the wrong one. That didn't stop him from marrying the girl of his dreams, though, but exactly who his wife is he keeps a playful secret from the students—the only hint is that she is another teacher at Beacon. Color: Amber Emblem: Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Fancy seeing you up here. Here for the concert or do you just like the view?" Gren had been on the same roof that Sapphire was on, though he was rather surprised that she was able to get up here. The walls were hardly suited for climbing and Sapphire didn't seem the type to deface school property by using her daggers as climbing tools. Did she have a power similar to him? He put those thoughts aside as he walked up to his team leader. The two shared the same view of the crowd gathered below. Gren could pick out a few people among the crowd, but none of them seemed to be the source of music. Which still begged to question what was causing such a ruckus. He turned to Sapphire wondering if she knew anything about this. "I don't suppose you have any idea what this is all about, Rode?" While he was up here it also occurred to him that if Shiro was going to give Gren his headphones, he'd need to find him wouldn't he? Gren sent Shiro another message in the event that he has obtained his headphones by now. And unknown to Gren, their little team pet Scoot had been hitching a ride in Gren's bag. It had a plentiful enough space for the small creature, and for some reason or another it's telepathic semblance had some difficulty speaking to Gren's mind. It started to weasel out however when it smelled Sapphire near by and sent her a message. "Loud! Fun?"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Anime Shenanigans Wondering what was taking Sapphire so long, Oswald cocked his head to the side as his Scroll vibrated against his leg. Pulling the offending object from his pocket, Oswald was a bit surprised to see a message from the object of his inquiries. Greetings? Really? Whatever. Looking up at the roofs, Oswald only noticed Sapphire's figure after a few moments of searching. He was...frankly, bewildered. Her Semblance certainly hadn't allowed her to get up there. Was she really that agile? "Color me impressed, the other gem managed to find a good vantage point! I'll head up first, if ya really want I can bring you up, but I don't think teleportation would work well with your stomach!" Nodding at his teammates, Oswald looked back to Sapphire and took a moment to think. Could he make it? The girl was only a few stories up. He was worried that his Semblance would wonk out and leave him somewhere other than his intended target, though. While he understood most of the limits, this was a situation he couldn't be positive about the results of. Throwing caution to the wind, Oswald focused on a spot just next to Sapphire, right on the edge of the roof, and suddenly his entire view of the world shifted. He was now on the roof. Stepping forward to make sure he didn't plummet to his doom, Oswald looked between Gren and Sapphire. "Team meeting?"</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>
<\|description\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Age:17 Gender: Male Species: Human WeaponDeep Magic Deep Magic is a staff that has an orb surrounded by blade on top and narrows into a point on the bottom. There is a series of mechanism inside of Deep Magic that allows it to project and infuse itself with a variety of dust that is hidden through out the staff. Using a series of buttons near the middle of the staff, the user can empower Deep Magic with dust, Expel a wave of dust through the bottom of Deep Magic, or sling a balls of dust at enemies through the head of Deep Magic. Using the same buttons in the middle, the user can select what dust he wants to use. The selected color of dust is displayed by the colored glow that the orb and tipped bottom of Deep Magic project. Specialty:Mage/Scout Strengths: Agile High Dexterity Proficient with Staff weapons Fast (hands and feet) Proficient at throwing an assortment of objects. Highly intelligent Proficient Strategist and Tactician Semblance: Merlinian Runes Merlin can summon runes that appear on objects he is touching. These runes affect the object in specific ways depending on what runes were summoned. Up to 3 runes can be placed on any given object. The runes also take time to summon. A small item or area, the size of a playing card, takes a couple seconds to create 1 line of runes, but a large item or area could take a couple minutes to complete a full line of runes. Merlin can activate the runes anytime he pleases as long as the runes he wants to activate are within a 250-foot radius to him Types of Runes White Runes = Runes of Empowerment- These runes strengthen the utility of a single aspect of the object. An example is empowering the edge of a playing card to become as sharp as a knife, or increasing a baseball bats power when striking an object. Red Runes = Runes of Explosions- These runes, when activated, explode. The size of the explosion is dependant on the size of the area it is put on. Black Runes = Runes of Stillness- These runes, when activated, completely freeze an object in space for a short period of time. This cannot be used on biological objects. An example is a playing card freezing mid air and staying in that position for a short period of time. Said card could be used as a platform to jump off of. Yellow Runes = Runes of Protection- These runes, when activated, create a barrier around the object or area affected for a short amount of time. The barrier can be destroyed, but will absorb a great deal of force before breaking. The barrier can not move, but the affected object can enter and exit the barrier at will. Blue Runes = Runes of Freezing- These runes, when activated, freeze the surrounding area. The affected object freezes as well. The radius of freezing is dependent on the size of the affected object. An example would be a playing card would freeze a one foot radius while a fridge would freeze three or four feet outward. These runes cannot freeze biological object unless they are in direct contact of the affected object. * A short amount of time is equal to 30 seconds or less. Personality: Merlin doesn't come to trust people easily, but he becomes a loyal friend when he does come to trust someone. The people that get to know him find him to be intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and kind. He wishes all of his friends to be in high hopes, even in the darkest of times, and will never leave them. Merlin prefers not to talk about his past, but never really refuses to inform others of his upbringings. He understands that past is what has shaped him into what he is today, but he is constantly haunted by it. Although his past haunts him so, he is a performer by heart and hides it well. Merlin, over the years of practicing under his father's influence, has become somewhat of a social chameleon. He can "change" his personality into whatever he sees will fit the situation, but he only really uses the skill while he is performing. Merlin loves to entertain, and this shows often when he performs for the random people he meets. Even though he isn't the strongest or the best at hand to hand combat, he shows great confidence over his mastery with Deep Magic and his Semblance. Color:Taupe Emblem: Merlin's Emblem is a taupe sorcerers hat with five orbs surrounding it. Each orb is filled with a different color, the color of his runes, and are placed like the 5 points of a pentagram. Red is the top, White is the upper right, Black is the upper left, Yellow is the bottom right, and Blue is in the bottom left. Appearance: Merlin stands around 5'7" and is very well toned. He has long green hair, and his eyes are two separate colors. His right eye is red and his left is green. His upper torso and back are covered in scars of various length and sizes as well. Merlin is often seen wearing his signature black hooded cloak, and checkered arm warmers. He likes to wear an assortment of shirts and pants, but most often finds himself in a light brown T-shirt and black pants. When he wears his school uniform, he leaves his robe back at his dorm, but still wears his checkered arm warmers.</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>
<\|description\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Age:17 Gender: Male Species: Human WeaponDeep Magic Deep Magic is a staff that has an orb surrounded by blade on top and narrows into a point on the bottom. There is a series of mechanism inside of Deep Magic that allows it to project and infuse itself with a variety of dust that is hidden through out the staff. Using a series of buttons near the middle of the staff, the user can empower Deep Magic with dust, Expel a wave of dust through the bottom of Deep Magic, or sling a balls of dust at enemies through the head of Deep Magic. Using the same buttons in the middle, the user can select what dust he wants to use. The selected color of dust is displayed by the colored glow that the orb and tipped bottom of Deep Magic project. Specialty:Mage/Scout Strengths: Agile High Dexterity Proficient with Staff weapons Fast (hands and feet) Proficient at throwing an assortment of objects. Highly intelligent Proficient Strategist and Tactician Semblance: Merlinian Runes Merlin can summon runes that appear on objects he is touching. These runes affect the object in specific ways depending on what runes were summoned. Up to 3 runes can be placed on any given object. The runes also take time to summon. A small item or area, the size of a playing card, takes a couple seconds to create 1 line of runes, but a large item or area could take a couple minutes to complete a full line of runes. Merlin can activate the runes anytime he pleases as long as the runes he wants to activate are within a 250-foot radius to him Types of Runes White Runes = Runes of Empowerment- These runes strengthen the utility of a single aspect of the object. An example is empowering the edge of a playing card to become as sharp as a knife, or increasing a baseball bats power when striking an object. Red Runes = Runes of Explosions- These runes, when activated, explode. The size of the explosion is dependant on the size of the area it is put on. Black Runes = Runes of Stillness- These runes, when activated, completely freeze an object in space for a short period of time. This cannot be used on biological objects. An example is a playing card freezing mid air and staying in that position for a short period of time. Said card could be used as a platform to jump off of. Yellow Runes = Runes of Protection- These runes, when activated, create a barrier around the object or area affected for a short amount of time. The barrier can be destroyed, but will absorb a great deal of force before breaking. The barrier can not move, but the affected object can enter and exit the barrier at will. Blue Runes = Runes of Freezing- These runes, when activated, freeze the surrounding area. The affected object freezes as well. The radius of freezing is dependent on the size of the affected object. An example would be a playing card would freeze a one foot radius while a fridge would freeze three or four feet outward. These runes cannot freeze biological object unless they are in direct contact of the affected object. * A short amount of time is equal to 30 seconds or less. Personality: Merlin doesn't come to trust people easily, but he becomes a loyal friend when he does come to trust someone. The people that get to know him find him to be intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and kind. He wishes all of his friends to be in high hopes, even in the darkest of times, and will never leave them. Merlin prefers not to talk about his past, but never really refuses to inform others of his upbringings. He understands that past is what has shaped him into what he is today, but he is constantly haunted by it. Although his past haunts him so, he is a performer by heart and hides it well. Merlin, over the years of practicing under his father's influence, has become somewhat of a social chameleon. He can "change" his personality into whatever he sees will fit the situation, but he only really uses the skill while he is performing. Merlin loves to entertain, and this shows often when he performs for the random people he meets. Even though he isn't the strongest or the best at hand to hand combat, he shows great confidence over his mastery with Deep Magic and his Semblance. Color:Taupe Emblem: Merlin's Emblem is a taupe sorcerers hat with five orbs surrounding it. Each orb is filled with a different color, the color of his runes, and are placed like the 5 points of a pentagram. Red is the top, White is the upper right, Black is the upper left, Yellow is the bottom right, and Blue is in the bottom left. Appearance: Merlin stands around 5'7" and is very well toned. He has long green hair, and his eyes are two separate colors. His right eye is red and his left is green. His upper torso and back are covered in scars of various length and sizes as well. Merlin is often seen wearing his signature black hooded cloak, and checkered arm warmers. He likes to wear an assortment of shirts and pants, but most often finds himself in a light brown T-shirt and black pants. When he wears his school uniform, he leaves his robe back at his dorm, but still wears his checkered arm warmers.</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>	<\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin was caught a little off guard at Geni's question. Yes, he was overly proficient with the uses of Dust, but he had never thought about teaching people about it. Merlin stopped devouring chicken sandwich number 3, smiled at Geni, and said, "It's actually quite simple. The powdered form of Dust, that most Hunters use, is actually quite unstable and activates to almost any sharp movement," He stopped for a moment to take a swig of his milk, "Just the other day, I heard a rumor about two girls that had a disagreement on the first day of school. One of the girls accidentally let some Burn Dust loose, and the other girl sneezed. The result was a small crater on school grounds," Another milk pause, "Moving on, If you really want to use Dust in the method that I use, I will help modify your weapon to utilize it. I think you might benefit from using specialized Dust bullets though. You know the type my opponent, Ivan, used? It costs a lot less than my method, and greatly increases the amount of options you have during combat." He said with a smile. Merlin was earnest in his offer to help modify Geni's weapon, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give him all of Deep Magic's tricks. He liked Geni, but he hasn't come to trust him quite yet. Merlin soon began devouring his food again, but then suddenly stopped. He could hear Ivan in the background calling him an 'amateur-hour stage magician'. Even though Merlin knew it was just a way to make his former opponent feel better about the match, but he couldn't help but take it personally. "If only he knew my old profession, hehehe. Next time I face him, I will worry less about the audience and solely focus on destroying the wall of self confidence he has oh-so-carefully built." He said to Geni with an almost devilish smile. No one insults his ability as a magician, no one. After a few more brief moments of silent brooding, Merlin's normal smile returned to his face and he began to inhale what was left on his plate.</s>
<\|description\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Age:17 Gender: Male Species: Human WeaponDeep Magic Deep Magic is a staff that has an orb surrounded by blade on top and narrows into a point on the bottom. There is a series of mechanism inside of Deep Magic that allows it to project and infuse itself with a variety of dust that is hidden through out the staff. Using a series of buttons near the middle of the staff, the user can empower Deep Magic with dust, Expel a wave of dust through the bottom of Deep Magic, or sling a balls of dust at enemies through the head of Deep Magic. Using the same buttons in the middle, the user can select what dust he wants to use. The selected color of dust is displayed by the colored glow that the orb and tipped bottom of Deep Magic project. Specialty:Mage/Scout Strengths: Agile High Dexterity Proficient with Staff weapons Fast (hands and feet) Proficient at throwing an assortment of objects. Highly intelligent Proficient Strategist and Tactician Semblance: Merlinian Runes Merlin can summon runes that appear on objects he is touching. These runes affect the object in specific ways depending on what runes were summoned. Up to 3 runes can be placed on any given object. The runes also take time to summon. A small item or area, the size of a playing card, takes a couple seconds to create 1 line of runes, but a large item or area could take a couple minutes to complete a full line of runes. Merlin can activate the runes anytime he pleases as long as the runes he wants to activate are within a 250-foot radius to him Types of Runes White Runes = Runes of Empowerment- These runes strengthen the utility of a single aspect of the object. An example is empowering the edge of a playing card to become as sharp as a knife, or increasing a baseball bats power when striking an object. Red Runes = Runes of Explosions- These runes, when activated, explode. The size of the explosion is dependant on the size of the area it is put on. Black Runes = Runes of Stillness- These runes, when activated, completely freeze an object in space for a short period of time. This cannot be used on biological objects. An example is a playing card freezing mid air and staying in that position for a short period of time. Said card could be used as a platform to jump off of. Yellow Runes = Runes of Protection- These runes, when activated, create a barrier around the object or area affected for a short amount of time. The barrier can be destroyed, but will absorb a great deal of force before breaking. The barrier can not move, but the affected object can enter and exit the barrier at will. Blue Runes = Runes of Freezing- These runes, when activated, freeze the surrounding area. The affected object freezes as well. The radius of freezing is dependent on the size of the affected object. An example would be a playing card would freeze a one foot radius while a fridge would freeze three or four feet outward. These runes cannot freeze biological object unless they are in direct contact of the affected object. * A short amount of time is equal to 30 seconds or less. Personality: Merlin doesn't come to trust people easily, but he becomes a loyal friend when he does come to trust someone. The people that get to know him find him to be intelligent, calm, cool, collected, and kind. He wishes all of his friends to be in high hopes, even in the darkest of times, and will never leave them. Merlin prefers not to talk about his past, but never really refuses to inform others of his upbringings. He understands that past is what has shaped him into what he is today, but he is constantly haunted by it. Although his past haunts him so, he is a performer by heart and hides it well. Merlin, over the years of practicing under his father's influence, has become somewhat of a social chameleon. He can "change" his personality into whatever he sees will fit the situation, but he only really uses the skill while he is performing. Merlin loves to entertain, and this shows often when he performs for the random people he meets. Even though he isn't the strongest or the best at hand to hand combat, he shows great confidence over his mastery with Deep Magic and his Semblance. Color:Taupe Emblem: Merlin's Emblem is a taupe sorcerers hat with five orbs surrounding it. Each orb is filled with a different color, the color of his runes, and are placed like the 5 points of a pentagram. Red is the top, White is the upper right, Black is the upper left, Yellow is the bottom right, and Blue is in the bottom left. Appearance: Merlin stands around 5'7" and is very well toned. He has long green hair, and his eyes are two separate colors. His right eye is red and his left is green. His upper torso and back are covered in scars of various length and sizes as well. Merlin is often seen wearing his signature black hooded cloak, and checkered arm warmers. He likes to wear an assortment of shirts and pants, but most often finds himself in a light brown T-shirt and black pants. When he wears his school uniform, he leaves his robe back at his dorm, but still wears his checkered arm warmers.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Having since escaped from 'the incident' at the lunch table, Aurellius found himself slipping into classroom wearing a newly cleaned suit with all the fresh smells that came with. Splashing milk and chunks of soup didn't get along well at all. He didn't even have a chance to try some of the delectable meats, all because of some sort of heavy petting that also involved knives. With a sigh, he sat down next to the only person he recognized, of whom he was slowly growing used to. Aurellius nodded slightly, but kept silent as he ruffled his own collar, not quite satisfied with his results. In reality, he had simply tossed a coin to decide over between Armory class and this one, but in the end, tails had won its mark. He wasn't quite sure what the class was for, but 'Grimm Studies' is a bit more self explanatory than 'armory'. Of course, the man in charge of their class happened to be a prancing pony who spouted out bits of how they should all be chivalrous and blah, blah, blah. His interest only happened to be piqued as soon as the real lesson was revealed, a lesson of sharp teeth and claws. He was distracted for a few moments as he stared at the beast, some sort of lion mixed with a wolf, though the one in question happened only to be a young one. Ignoring the three other raised hands, he held his own up high, speaking with a hint of sarcasm as he waved his arm around, "Oh, sir, pick me, will you? Pleeeaase?"</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>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue threw her pasta away after figuring out how to consume half of it awkwardly, not because she hated it, but because she believed that she would get left behind. After all, the person known as... Ben... was heading to one of her classes. Remaining silent, the woman bowed to Sarina while holding a blank expression before following Ben. She was not skilled at finding directions, so as much as she hated using people like tools, she decided to use Ben as a living compass. Ben seemed nice. As soon as she arrived at the classroom, however, she encountered a problem. Ben was sitting at the front of the class. Looking around with her blank expression masking her nervousness, Sangue fidgeted about before engaging a battle with her own consciousness. On one hand, she wanted to sit at a corner because she could remain at peace, but on the other hand, paying attention to her classes could let her give off a better impression of herself. And not to mention, but she did not want to distance herself from her team. She knew she needed to somehow get close to Ben, regardless of whether her closeness had to be physical or emotional. Thus, she sat right next to Ben, almost squeezing herself against him with her blank face still on. She wondered if literally getting close to people would give her a chance to make friends out of everyone in her team. "..." ...Maybe I can kill Grimm better with this class, Sangue stated- something blatantly obvious- in her mind.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria ==> Armoury Before Gren or Abel had a chance to either accept Sapphire to the table or tell her to take a hike the bell rang. She sighed, Sapphire had had enough of her previous meal that she wouldn't be too hungry and if she was she had a couple of seal snacks stashed inside her violin case. "I suppose I'll see you guys after class. Fuzzball, work on the landing, you're coming down too hard." Sapphire left the lunch room. Her next class was Armory which she considered would be a lot more interesting than Grimm Studies. With enough firepower Grimm went down eventually no matter their weaknesses and strengths so the class the dealt with creating that firepower took precedent for her. She had no need to go to her room for her bag, so far there wasn't anything to put in it. If she'd attended History or Math no doubt she'd have textbooks for those subjects but Armory seemed to be a hands on class so extra baggage wasn't really necessary. When Sapphire arrived at the classroom she scanned the crowd taking inventory of who was present. She saw Oswald, her opponent from the ring, Gren from her own team and she cursed her luck but Shiro was also there. She couldn't think why he'd take this class, he didn't have the grey matter left over to visualize schematics. As Sapphire continued to survey the crowd he eyes caught on someone at the back. A girl with startlingly red hair that seemed to merge into feathers, a faunus no doubt but that wasn't what pulled Sapphire's attention. The azure haired girl's heart beat faster watching the way she was sitting, shoulders hunched, head down. Sapphire blinked once and she could see her sister Cecily sitting like that on the days that Janus came home from a mission, hoping not to be noticed. Sapphire blinked again and the image was gone. The girl was simply trying to avoid being noticed most likely by the teacher. Sapphire personally thought the way she was sitting drew more attention to her but then again that was likely only to Sapphire who looked for that kind of thing. The seat next to the girl was as good a place as any to sit. Sapphire walked slowly but deliberately over to the feathered girl and took a seat next to her. Her appearance certainly was an interesting one, she had on a leather collar round her neck and the rest of her clothing was... immodest to say the least, past that however she was pretty if not for her taste in clothing she would have appeared respectable. Sapphire considered that her choice of dressing was saying something that not a lot of people could hear but she reconsidered asking about it. It wasn't really her problem or her business. As Sapphire sat down she removed both of her shotguns from her back. They were arranged in such a way that she couldn't sit down comfortably with them still holstered. Sapphire placed them on the desk in front of her. She glanced sidelong at he desk partner for a moment before saying, "Nice feathers."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro fidgeted in his seat, he was restless and wanted the class to get started. Constantly looking around and moving, he watched as the class quickly filled up. Tail wagging excitedly, he beamed as he recognized a few familiar faces. However, his enthusiasm was cut into slightly when he noticed Sapphire coming into the class. He would have to remember to continue giving her a wide berth, which was sad when you thought about it seeing how she was supposed to be his leader. Sadly, as he continued to scan the room, he didn't see Abel. He must've had a different class for this period. Shiro wasn't all too comfortable with the inevitable separation of him and his team, but he had to remember that this was a school. They weren't always all going to be together. Besides, he was rather used to being alone. Having friends- His line of thought was interrupted as he took notice of a specific person in the room. Sniffing at the air, a low rumbling growl reverberated in his throat and chest as the scent boiled his blood. Pupils narrowing into thin, black slits his vision locked onto a particular avian Faunus sitting hunched over. She seemed to be trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible, but Shiro caught onto her presence rather quickly thanks to Sapphire. He remembered that he was still hungry. For some reason he couldn't explain, his mind was focused on one word. "Prey.." He almost started to bare his fangs. In the bulk of the school, there were far too many students with different scents clashing and mixing with each other that it sometimes proved difficult for Shiro to navigate the school. Thankfully, he had his Scroll to help keep him on track and direct him to where he needed to go and distract him. But here, in the classroom where there were only 30-40 students, scents were easier to detect. Making it easy for Shiro to sort out other Humans from Faunus. Specifically Faunus he didn't quite view as other living creatures, but as food or enemies. Slowly rising from his seat, he had a near uncontrollable urge to lunge across the classroom and sink his fangs into the female avian Faunus. It was at that moment that someone had taken a seat next to him and made a comment on his weapons that he snapped back to reality. Blinking, he shook his head and settled back into his seat. "Woah, what was that? Come on now, Shiro, she's another student. Not...food." Looking at the student who sat next to him, he smiled and- His smile froze as he realized who had spoken to him. From the look and smell of him, the guy was a Lion Faunus. He was sitting next to him now, absolutely wonderful. Trying his best not to let it show, his smiling face soured into a neutral expression. Gritting his fangs, he pressed his lips shut tightly. He didn't quite like Lion Faunus types. He didn't have very many pleasant experiences with Lion Faunus before in the past. Typically, all Lion Faunus were the same to him. Arrogant and overly confident to the point of driving others away with their overbearing personalities. Something about being Kings and Queens of the more arid regions of the world. Whenever he would run into a Lion Faunus, they would typically make some snide remark about his Tiger Faunus lineage. Something about the Kings and Queens of the Jungle versus those of the Desert. Though Shiro may not have had a hateful bone in his body, he still had his prejudices. From no fault of his own, just from prior personal experience. "Th-thank you, your weapons are very.." He glanced at the Lion boy's weapons and couldn't help but think they were rather garish and gaudy. "Interesting too." he finished. Sighing, he sat rigidly in his chair, staring at his desk. This class was going to test him, he knew it. He couldn't wish for the class to start any harder than he was at that moment. Once he could start working on his equipment, he could distract himself and keep from potentially causing issues with the other students in the class. He would have to restrain himself, he thought as he glanced at the...interestingly dressed Avian Faunus. Ears drooping and tail lazily sweeping at the floor behind him, he was hoping to enjoy his time here at Beacon, not raise his blood pressure. Maybe the Lion faunus sitting next to him wasn't like the others. He would have to be sure to make friends with the feathered Faunus girl too, so that he could see her as a comrade and fellow student instead of lunch. He could only hope. If there was one thing Beacon did for him, it was sure good at making Shiro hope. He smirked and chuckled once to himself at the irony of the school's name.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel finished off the rest of his lunch, ignoring the commotion involving Priscilla and Rayna. It didn't involve him, so there wasn't much of a need to get involved. Shortly afterward, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. As he left the table to head to his next class, he took a moment to remember what his next class was, then remembered it was the Armory class. Probably one of the few classes that wouldn't be boring. As he entered the Armory class, he noticed quite a few familiar faces. Shiro, his sparring partner from earlier, and some others from earlier as well. He picked some unoccupied spot in the middle of the class and then made himself comfortable as he waited for the class to begin. He wasn't the type to come on early, but he figured that perhaps this would be one of the more interesting classes. After all, how could an Armory class be boring?</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad still didn't have an appetite, but ate what he could while he could. Leaving Ben and Amy to do the talking, Trad simply gave Sarina a nod as he got up for the bell. "Hold on," Trad quickly tossed his food and caught up to Ben and Sangue. "Grimm studies is my next class as well." It was a quiet walk down the hall. Ben was focused on finding the right room and Sangue was…Well, still being Sangue. Eventually they reached the room and Ben took a seat in the front row. Without a thought Trad followed and sat next to him, but noticed Sangue being hesitant. There were all nervous about this, but she seemed even more so, and sitting in the front row wouldn't really help with that at all. Trad stood up and let her take his seat next to Ben and Trad took the one next to her. He hoped having her in-between teammates and not next to a stranger would help calm her. When she moved almost right next to Ben, Trad couldn't help but wonder if they knew each other better than he thought.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka As Indi stared at Saph intently, waiting to hear her response, the bell rang, destroying any hope of getting a good lunch. A groan of annoyance left his mouth, and he got up to leave the lunch room. Saph took her leave, saying she'd see them after class, not bothering to answer his question. "I'll keep you to that." He said, obviously out of her hearing range. He wanted to confirm his win, even though he was about 90% sure he had already won. He was quite surprised she was even a leader, literally everyone else on the team seemed like a better choice. Maybe Ozpin was just stupid or something, who knows? Indi left the cafeteria alone. His team was gone, and he didn't feel like talking to others right now. He only had two girls on his mind; Cia, and Lana. Maybe a brother or sister, too. That reminded him, he had an idea for a dust sword. Well, whatever, he'd deal with it in class. He'd need to actually learn more than the basics first if he wanted to craft something more complex than the Hatchet-SMG combo he had on him. When he got to the classroom, he took a look around at the students who had gotten there. Ivan was there, Shiro, Geni, someone who's name started with a D, Danny, he thought. Saph was there too, sitting next to an incredibly attractive woman in immensely flattering clothing. His face got red for about the fifteenth time that day, and he gulped. He hadn't seen this girl before, he definitely would have remembered her face. And body, jeez, that body... He was not sitting next to Saph, he could confront her after class. Right now he needed an asshole to get him back in the mood to be better than others. He sat down next to Ivan. "Hey dude, what's up?" He asked, unclipping his weapons from his waistline and placing them on the desk to investigate where to improve.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou No other members of Bastion in this class. Lucky her- Sapphire's speech snapped Amy out of her stupor, the feathers in her hair standing up slightly in surprise. She smoothed them back down quickly, her face turning slightly red as she did. "Th-thanks," she said, quickly regaining her composure. "My name's Amaran-Amy." Her Semblance, always on at a low level and amped up by her nervousness, made her very aware of the tiger Faunus' growling, but she was doing her absolute best to ignore it. She took the twin sleeves of Unchained Fury off and laid them on the desk in front of her, the sudden rush of cold air on her arms making her skin stand up in goosebumps. "Nice hair. Very... Blue."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival - The Survival 'classroom' is an old run down concrete school building on the very edge of campus. Nature has mostly taken over, vines, trees, and various other plants obscuring the two story building. Various animals can also be seen around this building, deer, squirrels, lots of birds, and more. In a room on the second floor, a campfire can be seen during the day and night. Like all rooms, the floor is dirty. The campfire is in the middle of the room, and several large rocks and old logs circle the campfire. In one corner of the room is an impressive array of weapons, knives, shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, all old. A single desk is where it should be, if this was still a functional classroom, a small candle is on top, along with several books and canned foods. A small mattress is in another corner, there is a sleeping bag on top of it. Scattered across the room are small piles of various things, such as pots, pans, an old guitar can be seen leaning against the wall. Most wonder why this is even a classroom, others are unable to find this class for several days. Pavel sat on a large rock on the second floor of his run down concrete building. His campfire spot lay empty, the ring of small stones marking where the fire usually is. Piles of varying wood surround it, tinder, sticks, firewood logs. Today was the first day of class, he was told, he welcomed the young ones. He kept on strumming his guitar, playing a classic amongst his kind. He paused to take a sip out of a bottle containing a clear liquid, then continued playing again. Some students began to arrive, but Pavel just continued to play, only saying, "Take a seat, we will start soon. If you are hungry, have a bite." in his Eastern Slavic accent. He nodded towards a couple unmarked cans of food. Ineko Irandi - Period, 5 Survival Armory was not as expected. There was a lot of drama, needless, Ineko thought to himself, if people had kept their calm. He would have been an advocate towards calming down, but there was too much for him to take in. The chatter of the machines present only grew louder as they spoke about various topics. He tried to listen to the tank, and got some dialogue from her, to which he did. She was a somewhat vulgar tank, but nevertheless, Ineko wanted to talk to her. Although he did have opposition from that sort of thing before, many hunters in training often thought him crazy. The lesson, although cut a little short, taught Ineko a couple of things he didn't know about Dust. Previously, all Ineko knew was that it was volatile, and a fuel, pretty much. Elemental properties were lost on him until today, and he looked forward to future lessons. Less so towards future conflict. Ineko, having previously mapped out the campus, walked right to the concrete building that the Survival class was taking place. He thought it was a pretty strange place to host a classroom. He stepped into the dirty building, it was more like an abandoned building than the classroom he was lead to believe. He climbed up a flight of stairs to follow the sound of guitar, and upon entering, a man, presumably Professor Vorosky, was playing the guitar. "Come, come, sit." Ineko did, albeit a somewhat slowly. This was not what he expected.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies After Grimm Studies ended, Sangue humbly received a second pair of notes Ben took before scurrying off to her Survival class in silence. Her face remained idle, but in truth, she felt a bit of gratitude to her leader. Her silence never changing, the woman arrived at a very... old building. Strange. Perhaps it was because she followed around random people that she arrived in a warehouse of some sort. She then realized that it was actually her class, much to her luck. Various firearms were placed at a corner, and the teacher played a guitar. Due to her inability to use firearms (along with her lack of limbs to use anything other than handguns), she found the entire corner filled with weapons to be uninteresting and proceeded to take a seat at the class. The woman liked the guitar, contrary to her appearance. Sangue Naga slowly let her Apophis Claw increase its length, her hand on the object, before putting it on her lap, fidgeting with the piece of metal. The metal had become a little rusty, but it was still in a usable condition. She hoped to eventually clean it up some time before she starts going on missions.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Name: Marcus Goldstein Location: Armoury class => Practice Status: Good Outside of the dramatic reveals, Armoury class was actually rather soothing to Marcus. Just routine maintenance, something to keep his thoughts focused while not being too taxing. Before the hour was gone he had figured out what caused problems with the left tread. It was simple really. Somewhere during their little romp in the woods the remains of a tree stump had lodged itself between the hull and the main drive wheel. However the drive train had so much grunt behind it that it had started to grind down the wood to mulch rather than jam. Once the massive clod of dirt and roots had been pried free with the liberal application of grease and a large crowbar, it ran like clockwork once more. Marcus was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice the bell had rung until the teacher physically tapped him on the shoulder. One profuse apology later, he reversed the Unsubtle out of the classroom and drove towards the firing range. While the tank rode, Marcus was still seated on the engine deck as he hastily bolted the tread guards back on. "Good afternoon." he greeted the rest of class as the Unsubtle settled in place. A couple of more twists of the wrench and that bolt was back in place, just two more to go.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid - Survival Class Armory did not go as well has he'd hoped. One emotional incident and the entire class had been derailed. He hoped this wasn't going to become a regular occurrence. He'd hate to have to lose class time to deal with every student's melodrama. At least he was able to lay out the ground works for a new weapon project he had before the class was dismissed. The teacher had said everyone physically involved in the incident was going to receive a punishment, though Gren wasn't sure if he was one of the guilty. He hadn't done much, but perhaps it was too much anyways. He stayed quiet and simply left the class. If he was to be punished, than they know where to find him. He did hear, before leaving, the professor call out Sapphire for being initially absent. Gren hadn't noticed but than again his team leader had a tendency to wander. Wouldn't do her any good to leave class just because the teacher stepped out however. But she was responsible for herself and surely shouldn't cause any trouble... At least nothing she can't take care of. The next class Gren found himself in was Survival. He had followed the path of overgrowth and the sound of a guitar strumming to find the class in a old building. Only a few others had arrived so far and none form his team. Either they had different classes or he was the first to arrive. The teacher, the one playing the guitar, invited the students to sit and eat. Gren wasn't hungry however but he did take a spot near the fire. Gren had to take The God Eater off his back and set it down in Gren's lap. He gazed into the fire momentarily, thinking about the past. "Fire... My old friend..."</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's eyebrows knitted when he noticed Ivan walk into the gym and found a place to do his own stretch's. At that moment Geni felt a rush of emotions, rage, pity, remorse, disappointment. It was like this guy catered his schedule just to always end up with Geni. You no that's not true. Geni thought to himself. Geni sighed and raked his hands through his hair, this class had gotten unbearable all of a sudden. Geni eyes flicked over to the entrance when 2 men walked into the gym. He stood up and walked down the bleachers, doing his best to stuff his drawing in his pocket as he jumped down each stair. He assumed that he was they were the teachers, so it was beast he got down were they could see him. Geni placed his hands in his pocket and leaned back on his heels as the man talked. he could not help but chuckle when the man asked them to let him know if they had any aliments. He could just imagine someone collapsing in the middle of a game. Geni groaned when he heard that they would be doing a few laps. He had no problem running, he loved it, but only when he wanted to, and he did not want right know. Geni sighed as he followed the teacher outside the gym onto the track. The sudden burst of bright light made his eyes water, he immediately wiped it away not wanting anyone to think otherwise. "2 miles" the couch mused. Geni felt a twinge of annoyance, that was a lot of running. Geni simply growled under his breath, and took of running down the track. He was not sprinting, but he was running fast enough to be ahead of the other students. He made sure that he applied what he had learned about running, he concentrated on softening the sound of his foot when it hit the ground. Shortening the amount of time that his foot was in contact with the ground, and making sure that his upper and lower body were always in sync. He took light breaths through his nose as he ran. Easy run, its only about...8 laps. He sighed as he ran and pushed ahead.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amaranth, PE "Hey, our business relationship was terminated." Amy winked at Diamond almost imperceptibly. "I never expected to see you here, though. Diamond Frost as a huntress... Never thought-" And then she was interrupted by Agesander. She turned her attention to him, breath catching when she realized that both Ivan and Geni were in this class. Hopefully they wouldn't get into it again. Two miles, Agesander said. She could handle that amount of exertion, but... Amy definitely wasn't a fan of starting out with running. Still, she supposed it could be worse. It was a beautiful day outside, the campus was exquisite. Amy was not near as conscious of how she was running as Geni was-she had learned her running methods through a little too much experience-but she was still proficient at it.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</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> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate When Gren spoke, Abel listened. At least, he tried. The revelations that were coming to light were still bouncing around in the guardian's mind, making an attention-grabbing clamor. It would have been far easier to shut the outside world out for a little while to work over how he felt about the things that his teammates had shared with him, but as that would have been imprudent and discourteous, Abel did his best to listen. Sapphire, eh? As much as he disliked her right now, Abel would definitely be willing to give her another chance to redeem herself in her team's eyes. The problem lay in the question: would she? Did the haughty and condescending Miss Rode think it would be remotely worth her time to 'be shown' their 'quirks'? 'Befriending' didn't seem like it might lie within the realm of cold professionalism that Sapphire seemed to crave. Still, Abel would try. He was by nature something of a bitter man, to use Gren's words, but that didn't mean that he shouldn't try to improve. Plus, moral high ground was something that Abel always coveted. At least the mention of Swansong's solidarity in comparison to other teams resonated with Abel. He had noticed it too: the way people seemingly ceased to exist. Some, he knew, like team Jormungandr acted as transfers to other schools, just like Vignoble was to Beacon. Of course, it seemed odd that freshmen would be picked as transfers, but he'd heard of some Honors programs that did something along those lines. Still, the majority of the disappearances were unexplained, and they worried Abel deeply. What if something was out there, after all? It was a vindicating, if terrifying, thought. At least new people always seemed to appear. There is a little light of hope. Might as well do my best to keep it alight." The guardian lent his hand to the pact that Gren offered. It was crazy, but no matter. "Okay then. A robot, a psycho, and a cynical meathead. I guess we have what it takes to stick it out. Together it is then; nothing sucks more than being alone." Soon after, the three scuttled down to Math to wrap up the class. It wasn't long before Professor Fullbuster, still a little flustered from earlier, requested the students' work and assigned some homework to do that evening. Only a moment later came the bell, and Math class was history; History lay just ahead. -=-=- move to history class, a standard lecture hall, with the mercurial Professor Oobleck presiding Senior Class – Aura Control Compared to most of the classrooms within Beacon, not counting Vorosky's partially-destroyed hovel of a Survival room, Aura Control was a strange one. Crammed onto one corner were all the desks, including the teacher's, and the rest of the space closely resembled a bizarre gym. There were climbing walls, several flat areas at different elevations suspended by chains from the ceiling, a pool beneath steel ropes, balance beams, and monkey bars, a couple of sandbags on adjustable chains, and even a pit of spikes. Whether excitement or fear, the place certainly elicited strong emotion. In charge of Aura Control today were Ms. Rowan Iderson and Ms. Ether Vanhomrigh. Iderson was the first to address the present seniors. "Welcome to your first period of Aura Control! You might be asking yourself, is this Practice all over again? I know all about my aura, already! WRONG!" She bellowed. By now, having had her as a teacher for some class or another in previous years, most of the students were used to her general loudness and gruffness. That didn't mean that the force of her shouts didn't cause hair, scarves, and other such to get blown around, though. "Aura, obviously, looks like this." A glow appeared around her, deep brown in color. Just as quickly, it blinked out. "But that's not all aura can do. And I'm not talking about protection and healing. Some of you probably know this already, having discovered strange quirks about your aura in this fight or another, but until now you've been in the dark about it. Aura is not just a protective barrier, or a source from which semblance draws. It is a manifestation of your soul, and due to that, is COMPLETELY UNIQUE. Watch!" Iderson began to breath, deeply and rhythmically. Then, without interrupting her breathing, she struck the floor. A slight but visible wave of force, tinted the same color as Iderson's aura, spread into the ground. There was a sound from the corner of the room, and on the instructor's desk, a stress ball suddenly shot into the air, propelled a blast of brownish force, which looked oddly like dust. With very little ceremony, Iderson plucked a hair from her head, and breathed deeply once again. Suddenly, the hair stood totally rigid, and with adept precision she flung the hair at the ball, piercing it and spearing it into the ceiling. She smiled then. "Aura, ki, chakra, by whatever name it is a malleable force. That force can be controlled completely by a well-trained individual. What right now is a protective barrier around you can be moved freely. This is totally different from a semblance, and we will not be using those in this class. You may have noticed that my projected aura looked and sounded a little like soil. The reason is simple: when not used as a barrier, aura takes on a few characteristics unique to the individual. Those are tailored by your unconscious imagination. Your aura might take on the burning aspect of fire or electricity, or manifest in waves of cold. Condensing and releasing your aura to attack may make it seem like a gunshot is coming from your palm, or a blade shooting from your fingers. It's all very interesting, but today, the exercise is simple." "Aura can be used to attract or repel. Today we'll be working with the repelling aspect. I want you to split off into partners and attempt to do what I'm about to tell you. Focus your breathing and your mind, and condense your entire aura into a single point, smaller than a pencil's eraser. Find a position that suits you, and try and block your partner's attack with it. If you do it right, and aim it right, your partner will burst the condensed aura, momentarily absorbing some incompatible aura, causing them to stagger for a second or two, during which time you can move freely. One more time: condense, protect, stagger. This technique is called the Pinpoint Counter, and it's easy to learn but very tough to use in actual combat. Just try it. The 'burst' will also help establish your flavor of aura." She then demonstrated, with her aide Esther swinging at her with a hidden baton. Iderson held her hand in front of her face, palm in, and her aura focused into a point just in front of her middle knuckle. When the pinpoint of aura was broken, a shower of dust vomited forth along with an accompanying pwash sound, surrounding Ether as she reeled back helplessly. Midnight Squad – two hours later The four members of Midnight Squad, having by now fully recovered from their various injuries, were unexpected faced with a chiming noise from the walkie-talkies they'd been issued. The by now familiar yet still intriguing voice issued from them. "Reception confirmed. Alright, Midnight, your next task is in. Researcher Duchess has discovered that the grand-daughter of Vale's mayor will be vulnerable. And yes, we mean the mayor of the city Vale, not the ruler of the kingdom Vale, for which this city is the capitol. In forty-eight minutes the grand-daughter is visiting the Vale Hospital with her class to listen to a speech. Your assignment is this. All of you must reach the hospital before then. Two of you will find the office of the on-staff police, take down the officers non-lethally and in a stealth manner, and disguise yourselves in their uniforms. Both are male, so this is not an option for you, Violet. While the speech is in progress, one of you -we will provide a mask- will make a violent disturbance, destroying some things but not killing anyone. The 'police' will rush in and help the grand-daughter to 'safety', by which we mean a room on the first floor in which our operative Archon will be waiting. He will chloroform her and perform a quick operation. Afterward, she will be returned to her bus by Archon, posing as a friendly doctor. The last person must go elsewhere. In the VPD station is another operative of ours. His official designation is 'Baron' but most people call him 'Crimson'--Crimson Volk. He was arrested for trespassing right after a major operation, so he's not compromised or even heavily guarded, but the longer he stays the more at risk he'll be of being discovered. Break him out. We'll provide a mask that'll identify you as a member of a local gang, framing them for the breakout. If you see that you will require assistance, call your teammates. Everything we've mentioned giving to you is an a blue cardboard box by the warehouse door. We expect complete success from all of you. Pharaoh out."</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta- History Class Cobalt put down his hand as the bell rang and he got out of his chair. He pushed it in, gathered up his stuff quickly, and left the room. He looked at Oswald before he left the room and motioned for Oswald to follow him. They had a few things to discuss regarding the team and where he stood within it.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy nodded, the throbbing in her head finally receding, granting her enough control over her semblance to force it back down to its absolute minimum level. She pulled the headphones off of her head, muttering a pained "thank you", standing slowly, waiting for her feathers to go back down of their own accord-at the level of fluster she was, they'd likely just spring back up again if she smoothed them. "C-can we get someplace else or find something that'll actually block sound? I don't know what a migraine feels like but that was damn close..." She winced again, closing her eyes tightly. "Silence would be really, really nice right about now."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. 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 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> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks As distracted by the antics of a merry ferret as his way, Abel perked up immediately when he became aware of the telltale signs of combat. Forgetting about Scoot, he stood up and turned around to look, and witnessed some guy bleeding on the edge of Sapphire's blade. For a few moments he stood taken aback; what was his buffoon of a leader doing now!? Nevertheless, with the sight of wielded weapons and a person in peril, his protective instincts fired. Out of habit he reached for the Ampere, only to discover rather quickly that he'd left it in his locker after Survival class, as any reasonable student would do. Why did so many students, including Ebon, Sapphire, Gren, and who knew how many people, have their weapons with them on what was supposed to be a party? Abel groaned and rifled through his pockets, trying to find anything of use. To his good fortune, he discovered his leftover water grenade—not that, now that he thought about it, he really needed a weapon. With surprising frequency, the guardian would forget that he must be the second-biggest and second-strongest guy around. Pushing aside that revelation, he produced the water grenade and started toward Ebon as the fight erupted. On the way, he heard the pleas of Sepia and Delta's Eve to stop the fighting, but whatever the feud that existed between Abel's teammate and KESS's lone gentleman, he suspected that no polite request or application of logic would pierce either of their thick skulls. Instead, Abel planned to walk up, drench Ebon in water, and find out how much voltage it took to knock a college man out. Before he could enact his electrifying plan, however, Abel found the first-largest and first-strongest guy around already beginning to mediate. The guardian eased up slightly, though he didn't put away his water grenade. In all fairness, Gren had the first right to discipline squabbling nutcases, it being his event after all. He watched the R-Types getting demolished before plodding over to Sapphire and laying a hand on her shoulder to try and calm her down. Funnily enough, he did so with next to no concern or sympathy for the troubled girl herself, and actually suspected she'd turn a knife or shotgun on him instead. Whatever. If his leader attempted to take out her anger on him, she'd receive a weighty zap too. Abel knew Sapphire could move fast, but he doubted she could outspeed the flow of electricity. What a ball-ache.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou "But going to Vale means I have to get up and get dresssssed," a muffled voice came from Amy's bed, spiky red hair and feathers sticking up from between Amy's pillows. The covers moved, Amy pulling them up around her head and pulling the pillow down under the blanket. A pillow fell from the bed, two instants before a rapidly outstretched arm could catch it. A muffled sigh and Amy slammed her head into the mattress, then winced, the same arm reaching out for the bottle of Ibuprofen on the bedside and shaking it. Silence. A pause. Amy sat straight up, spikes of hair falling around her face. "Change of plans. We're going to Vale. Throw me whatever clothes aren't dirty," she added, forgetting for the moment that the only clean clothes she had were nicely sealed in an unopened box from school distribution on her table.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Are you willing to overlook some dead bodies?" Figuring that they might end up killing or finding murdered people, Ebon wanted to make sure he and his team wouldn't get a bad rap if they ended up killing out of self-defense. Not that he was looking to hurt anyone, but he wasn't going to hold back either. If recent experiences taught him anything, not bringing out the big guns is the road to failure. Ebon also took a bottle of water and drained it fast, throwing it away in the nearest trash can. "And how much collateral do we have? I don't want to get blamed for someone else's mess after all." He then grabbed a doughnut and ate it in three bites.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Gratia utterance of that sentence and the immediate unnerving solitude of the room made her spine jump up. Bianca, her close friend who was dear to her, kidnapped by who, she did not know. But Vega knew that it was up to her team to rescue her before a grim fate befalls her. A silent wait was required; Vega knew that though she started to become restless from the thoughts of the possibility of the fate of Bianca but was optimistic that nothing would happen to her. With Mr. Jokester, otter girl, and Ms. Irritable, who were all angered as much as her by the kidnapping of Bianca, nothing would stand in their way. With a pause, "All I can say is that, we must begin our preparations for this" she uttered seriously. After that Vega grabbed her scroll out and sent a message. >Sender: Vega Venetia >Receiver: Sarina Tala Dei >Body: Bianca Nuit, has been kidnapped. VGNB is going to prepare for this. She tapped send on her scroll; Sarina had to know this to. -- Sarina Tala Dei - Team JESS – The Arena Sarina took out her scroll to see Vega message, she was shocked and with her sister here, it would be a bad moment if Estelle found out just before their mission. Indeed, Sarina hoped Bianca would fare well and be rescued by VGNB; she did consider them well above the other freshman teams of Beacon. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: Vega Venetia >Body: I see…be careful and I wish you good luck on your mission to save her. ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌ …Leaving her signature Kaomoji in her message turned to Estelle. Another last minute mission eh. "Hold on, I need to get some provisions from my room. I will meet you and the others at the helipad soon." With that, Sarina dashed off illuminatingly to her dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "No, Never a mission from Beacon, but I wouldn't say I'm a complete rookie." Then again, Grane had never really fought Grimm, so it would be interesting to see how he would fare against these creatures. At least their mission seemed straightforward enough, evict some grimm out of a fort and make sure their buddies don't bust back in. Nothing too strenuous for his first real engagement with the Grimm. Robert was trying to offer some sort of emotional support, though knowing Robert he was probably trying to mask about how much of a pussy he was. Yes, Grane was probably being extremely harsh and perhaps even a bit assholey, but this kid was going to lead him into combat. A lack of clarity would probably lead to the deaths of the entire team. Also, remembering that incident in class just made him cringe. It was like a small kitten in a den of lions. But who knows? Maybe combat would change the man. Hopefully before they all got killed. On another note, their newest team member seemed pretty chill. At least better than Robert as far as he could tell, but that wasn't much of an achievement. But enough thinking about his teammates, Grane wanted to reach the fort ASAP. The faster it was taken, the faster the reinforcements could reach them. "Robert, We gonna move out? I'd rather get this mission over with as quickly as possible."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Go ahead, Negasi. You're gonna explode if I don't let you." Ben rolled his eyes, stifling a yawn while he tucked his Scroll into a pocket. They were running slightly behind, but he needed to be alert. He'd set the coffee maker the night before, getting his fuel was as simple as pouring it into a travel mug and starting towards the door. Bastille's leader looked like he was barely awake. And if he was honest... He wasn't quite there yet. But he was awake enough to run through his mental checklist of everything he needed, put in a good word with the big man upstairs, and step out the door. Half his coffee vanished in a few quick swallows on the way. He needed to be at the top of his game, and that meant awake, alert, and energized. Give or take twenty minutes, and he'd be all three. It was mission day, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate - On the way Huffing and puffing, the guardian thundered like an asthmatic ox down the hallway, struggling to fasten his armor on as he did so. Anyone unfortunate enough to be in his path pressed against the wall to avoid both him and the floating polearm that followed him, and received a brusque apology as Abel sprinted past. Of all the days to have previously left the Ampere in the Survival classroom, it had to be mission day. Abel, rounding the final corner toward the pavilion, pulled taut the last strap before he snatched his weapon out of the air. Only a few moments later, he stood, winded and tousle-haired but sufficiently ready to kick some ass, among his teammates. After his attempt at saying 'hello' result in little more than a haggard "huugh", he resigned himself to standing with the Ampere's butt planted in the ground and trying not to look like an idiot. Sapphire, Shiro, and Gren appeared normal, or as normal was for them, so he busied himself with reading the mission statement on the screen before them. While he found himself slightly distracted by the aroma of his allies' tea, he did not assume that there was enough for him, and so paid it no mind. A few seconds later, he found himself able to speak. "G'morning. Sorry 'bout the wait, got really unlucky. Um. Looks like your rebreathies are gonna come in handy, Gren. Don't really know anything about Sirens though. Are they aquatic? Pretty landlocked back home." He turned around, his gaze questioning, but discovered that everyone else seemed fit to depart. Feeling more than a little awkward to be centering the attention on himself with time a-wasting, he gestured dismissively at the screen. "Uh, whatever. Price I pay for bein' late, you can tell me on the ride over or something. I'm ready. You ready? Let's go." Brewing Storm "Alright. You know what to do: find a way inside, find out what the hell happened, and find every single person you can. Oh, and chemical drums, if you care about money. We'll be watching from above; if you hit a snag, radio either IFRA or I for help. We'll have the birds-eye view, and tell you whatever we can. God forbid, but in case something goes really badly, both Mr. Orpheus and Mr. Lloyd have been issued a flare gun. The ship will fire on wherever the flare goes, inside or out." Goodwitch crossed her arms and began to rise, along with the rest of the ship, into the air. Wind whipped her hair and cloak, but her last words came clearly and authoritatively, as if she could command fate to favor teams Bastille and Jumpercable. "Good luck." For a place determined by sweeping scans to be crawling with Grimm, Outlands Distillery looked rather quiet, albeit very ominous. Teams BASL and JPCL, dropped off on a hill in front of the facility, could see clearly the large, oddly-shaped structure, as if the building itself were deformed. All sorts of pipes, tanks, and other pieces of equipment lined its exterior, and behind the Distillery lay the sprawling swamp, choked by giant, twisted trees, stagnant water, and rolling fog. Though this mission lay on the cusp between summer warmth and autumn breezes, the air felt both cool and thick. Each hunter-in-training, on the descent to the facility, would doubtlessly step over gnarled roots, stinking puddles, deposits of mud, and an impressive variety of insects, amphibians, and reptiles. Just before the Distillery this terrain gave way to a large, paved lot, scattered over which were a few machines, storage boxes, tanks, and other such. Only one of the trucks showed any real damage: its hood had been torn off, exposing the engine, car battery, and various cables. When they got to the main door, however, they would find it sealed shut. Beside it on the left stood the towering freight door, a giant, industrial version of a garage door, which appeared closed also. Fortunately, a terminal lay between the two apertures, though powered down. Anyone with electrical savvy might be able to tell that the entire Distillery's power grid was offline, but an external source of power would be enough to activate the terminal and unseal the locks. A less tech-savvy individual, uneasy and looking around, might spot a small, dark shape disappearing around a corner as the teams approached. Defend a Caravan The airship ferrying team JESS flew with speed and silence, which as the trip went on developed a decidedly discomforting vibe. More and more, the seniors of Beacon assigned to this task would begin to suspect that their mission had, probably recently, become that much more urgent. In short notice, the ship left the verdant kingdom of Vale behind, shooting like a lonely comet of liveliness over barren steppes and wasted scrublands. Below, the occasional group of Grimm could be seen, but one got the impression that many more lurked beyond where the fleeting eye could discern. At last, forty minutes later, the airship's velocity began to diminish. The two individuals in the sealed cockpit, who so far maintained an enigmatic nonpresence as far as the hunters they'd hired were concerned, finally connected to JESS via intercom. A female voice came to them with a shockingly intense tone, demanding attention and immediate compliance, "Hunter team, prepare for action immediately. The caravan is under attack this very instant. I'm not an expert on Grimm, but I can see a huge scorpion, a couple of dinosaurs with sails, and a bunch of bulls. They've stopped the vehicle and are destroying it. Your best bet is to remove whatever is preventing the vehicle from moving and get it going. Deploy now!" The airship swooped down, and from its opened ramp leaped the members of JESS. Only a short fall lay between them and the vehicle, and as they dropped, the situation became obvious. The caravan vehicle, though huge and heavily armored, was under immense attack. Slowly but surly, the Sitting Bulls, the Tutankhamuns, and the Death Stalker were ripping through its armor. One of the Tutankhamuns stood on top of the vehicle's hulk, weighing it down as it rammed its head into the reinforced glass of the driver's terminal. At the back, the Death Stalker had a hold of the rear tires, and with its stinger lodged in one of the exhaust vents, the vehicle couldn't work up enough traction or power to get going.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra Dawn - Police Headquarters Skyra leaning on the wall chewing on some protein bar or something similar shrugged. "I want to do it a bit more stealthily than last time... I can't be bothered to fight another of those gang members today. Only if really needed." Bored she scratched her ears. "That way we avoid unnecessary bloodshed without actually having to try to avoid it." She opened a map of their allocated route and scanned the weather report as well. "Conditions seem good for stealth today. Let me scout out things before you guys rush into action..."</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou And the first obstacle presented itself. Sealed, ominous looking doors for a sealed, ominous looking factory. Joy. "This is your guys' game. I'm crap with tech. Warn me if you're going to be loud, though." Amy's eyes turned to the surrounding environment, her semblance tuning up as she tried to listen for any activity in the factory or spot any motion. Sure enough, something in the corner of her eye--a small dark shape--she focused on it, semblance whirring up a few more metaphorical gears as she tried to discern what it was, before it vanished around the alley and out of her line of sight.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd It was damned hard to actually be irritated with Lauren. It always was. A lot of it was just how she was. She was so cheerful, energetic, and damned friendly that actually being mad at her just seemed like kicking a puppy. Not that she made it easy to live with her. Between the innuendos, the borderline harassment, the actual harassment, and that same boundless energy living with Lorena Negasi was a full time job on top of all his other full time jobs. If there was any moment that all of this was going to add up to a perfect storm, it would be when Bastille's leader was exhausted from an S-Rank mission, fighting a Manticore, burning through his usual Aura supply almost three times over, and in dire need of a nap. Despite all this, he couldn't actually be irritated. Her excitement was contagious, and Ben was already pumped. As tired as he was, he had never felt better. Bastille, the team Goodwitch hadn't wanted to let into the academy, the team of misfits, had completed an S-Rank mission their first time out. They'd rescued a refinery's staff. They'd killed a Manticore. And they'd come out of it a few thousand lien richer. Each. If anyone had doubted BASL belonged, out loud or otherwise, they could eat their goddamn words. Which was why, despite all the grumbling he made a show of, he was happy to go out. There was a lot to celebrate. The huntsman-in-training chased an ibuprofen with a mouthful of cold coffee, one to chase away the ache of over-worked muscles the other to fight off Morpheus, and peeled off his shirt. The grimy black shirt was balled up and tossed into the hamper, then he focused on ditching his greaves and boots. Both were kicked under the bed while Ben pulled a navy blue shirt out of the bureau and pulled it over his head. He slipped into his sneakers without really looking, instead taking a moment to glance at a mirror and ruffle his hair until the mess looked at least a little intentional. Then he grabbed his wallet (not empty!), slipped it into his back pocket, and made for the door. "We'll be back in a few hours," Ben called over his shoulder, pausing long enough to look over his shoulder and give the two girls staying behind a wave. "If Lauren gets me killed, Sangue gets my share of the profits." Then he was out the door, heading for the courtyard. The evening air was a nice, crisp change from the stale stink of the refinery and he took a few deep breaths once he reached the foot of the statue out front. The Cap rolled his shoulders, letting a grin break out on his face while he waited. It had been a pretty good day.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary Sapphire knew that she was hurting him with her words, she could see the pain in his eyes. A deep pain that Sapphire knew had to have a story behind it. A lost friend, a lost family member, some great suffering that forced Oswald to push himself to the limit in an effort to forget and ensure that it never happened again. Sapphire felt terribly cruel for even touching on the subject. She knew if anyone where to get even close to her own concealed pain she would shut down completely, all emotions blocked except for a cold disdain. Unlike her though Oswald didn't have the option to simply get away from the one bringing his suffering to the forefront of his mind. He was too injured to leave which left him trapped between her words and his own memories. Oswald was far worse off than Sapphire though their situations didn't at first appear much different. Sapphire had learned to harness her pain. To use it to fuel her actions, to master and control it in most situations, very rarely did she ever let it master her. Sometimes when it became too much to bear Sapphire like Oswald had to vent. The difference was she'd found a way to do so without harming herself, eventually anyways. Her thoughts strayed back to the fiddle case shoved under her bed. The one she hadn't touched since her first day at Beacon except for music class. When she left here she would retrieve it. There was a lot of accumulated frustration from the last two weeks that the instrument would help her to deal with. "You find another way." She said mutely. "Think of why you're here, who you're here for. Would they want to keep going down this path?" Every time Sapphire was close to where Oswald was now she thought of the look on little Demetra's face. Sadness and disappointment, but worst of all was resignation, as though Demetra had given up on her, like she knew nothing could be done for her elder sister. "You might try finding a hobby outside of hunting." A small half smile formed on Sapphire's face. "Music always helped me." Sapphire's scroll took this moment to beep again this time with a glaring alarm sound. At the same time though Oswald's also pinged. Which wasn't surprising, the alarm was Sapphire's tone for messages from the Beacon staff. It was likely a school update. Thinking that perhaps there was a weekend event coming up Sapphire checked her scroll. Most of it seemed rather normal, buffet, team building challenges but at the end was something that Sapphire hadn't expected. Not this early in the school year anyways. A family visitation day. Sapphire's mind jumped immediately to a particular family member that she was not keen on seeing again but she quickly shut that down instead focusing on those that she hoped would visit. It would be nice to see Demetra again. Though Sapphire worried how such a bustling area like Beacon might effect her. She was only ten and didn't yet have full control over her semblance. Too many people in close proximity might be more then she could handle. Then again if Demetra decided she was coming she would show up Monday regardless of what anyone said. If she she did come that meant that their grandparents on Sapphire's mother's side as Demetra's guardians would also be making an appearance. Sapphire had mixed feelings about that. They were nice people who clearly cared a lot for their daughter's children but Sapphire never had the sense that they ever really understood any of the Rode sisters. Though how could they, they were in the dark about a large portion of Demetra, Sapphire and Cecily's lives. Cecily. Sapphire had conflicting emotions about her older sister. Love, hate, regret, grief. It was always hard for the two to put the events of the past behind them. Sapphire's father Janus Rode remained in the shadows of her mind as she refused to think what would happen if he were to show up at Beacon. All this went through her mind in a second but having no inclination to discuss it with Oswald Sapphire voiced a new topic of conversation. "Do you still have family in your home village Oswald?"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Oswald was starting to calm down at this point. Not by much, but he could feel the tension slowly leaving his body. Letting it out was so cathartic, but it always left him feeling as though it was the day it had all gone to hell-or worse, the day he had realized he was the last one left. That the others weren't coming back. You can't give up. Whatever it takes. Even if that means making yourself look like a damned fool. It hardly mattered, but if it made the hard days a little less painful, he could give it a shot. "Music...yeah, I remember. Last week, when we went into Vale. I'm, uh...I'm sorry that I brought Diamond and Emerald along. Probably not my best move..." It had been so painfully awkward once he'd realized the invitation was meant to be private- date or not. And then their Scrolls rang. Oswald carefully stretched his arm out, bringing the communications device to his body in order to read the message he'd received. Family day, huh...and an obstacle course. And free food. Oh, a wrestling tournament, too?! Wow, it's like Ozpin specifically chose this all just to rub this in my face! He wanted to crush the Scroll in his hand right then and there. He might have been able to, though it would hurt like an absolute bastard. Despite his best efforts to control it, the anger started worming its way through his body yet again, along with an even more unwelcome guest-self pity. This was pathetic. Getting angry at everybody else's ability to have fun. If somebody's family couldn't make it, the rest were at least healthy enough to walk under their own power. Emerald and Cobalt might still be recovering, but once they were past the imminent threat to their lives, they would just have to wait for their wounds to heal. Oswald would be stuck in a chair for a while. It hadn't helped that part of one of his floating ribs had wound up inside his lung. The emergency surgery had been relatively quick, but a punctured lung was still a punctured lung. But Sapphire had asked him a question, about this very thing that was threatening to send him over the edge now. "My family? Yeah, they're still around." Immediately after speaking, Oswald's shoulders sank and he looked away from Sapphire, ashamed. His voice was much sharper, much more angry than he'd meant it to be. "Sorry, I'm just...I'm just bummed over this whole thing," he said, gesturing to his Scroll. "I doubt I'll be able to enjoy any of it." "There's just the three of us, though. My parents and me. Mom got sick when she was pregnant with me, so they never tried for another kid. Probably would've been too much stress for her body, apparently." It was a rather transparent distraction, but Oswald didn't mind. His family was one of those things that didn't drive him further into his shell, at least. "They're pretty great, actually. Weren't too happy that I chose to join the militia, especially not when they first sent us outside the walls, but after the first few times I came back in one piece, they learned to put their worry aside, I guess." A small smile managed to cross Oswald's face before he sighed peacefully. "I miss them, even though it's only been about a month and a half since I saw them."</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy paused, shirt halfway pulled over her head, changing into something more comfortable--in the middle of replacing the relatively skimpy top she'd been wearing with a t-shirt, her cutoffs already exchanged for some athletic shorts. As far as dinner went, she was far more concerned with just unwinding in general, and she had faith in the boxer's ability to pick at least something good: after all, she'd brought the stripper a sandwich in class earlier that week and had taken care of her when the headache got too bad. Nah, she was more worried about their esteemed leader. As a matter of courtesy she'd initially tried to change and bathe when he wasn't in the dorm, but Lauren had no such restrictions, and her gleeful flaunting of any rules of privacy combined with Amy's general level of not caring about who saw her in what condition had removed that restriction fairly soon after the brawler had been assigned to their team... And generally, any time Lauren hauled him off it wouldn't end well for the slacker. But Sangue, on the other hand... She'd been a team member from the beginning, and in all that time Amy had hardly spoken to the quiet girl. Certainly not to the extent Lauren had, and you'd have to be as obtuse as one of Professor Fullbuster's angles to not see the affection between those two. She smoothed her feathers down as she tossed her top into the clothes pile and grabbed a light grey shirt, pulling it over her head. It was V cut, the outline of the absent section of shirt highlighted as a large, black V with two equals signs on either side, one leading to "at", the other setting the equality to "d/t". "Sangue," she finally said, turning her head to face the other girl. "You don't need my permission if you want to take a walk. But... I'd like to go with you, if that's alright."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Don't... die... Ben... She wanted to say that, but she doubted Lauren would get Ben killed. Her friends were reliable to believe in, not useless in any way. ... A walk together with Amy sounded nice. It was certainly better than walking alone. Alone was what Sangue had grown accustomed to before she enrolled into Beacon. "Together" was something she still needed time with. She needed time to grow used to it. The concept of walking with her friends without much in mind... Sangue did not need to know much about people to begin liking them. She was grown in the wilderness and fought like the wild would, so pretty much anyone remotely related to society would be more civilized than her. She believed Amy to be a friend just as much as Lauren and Ben, regardless of how much they talked on a daily basis. If anything, Sangue sometimes looked up to Amy for a different kind of confidence that resided in the Faunus. It was different from the confidence Lauren was pumped to the core with. While the Negasi had the ferocity of an unrelenting beast backing up her courage, Amy's confidence resembled that of a more calculative kind. Everyone in BASL was headstrong, they were just headstrong in different ways. Blinking, the red-haired swordswoman stared at Amy for a moment. She then quietly nodded as glanced at the entrance of the dorm. "You can... come," Sangue spoke softly, her voice somewhat raspy. "You... can come with me..." And so, a young snake slithered out of the dorm with her friend. --- A message had arrived in her Scroll, and Sangue stared at the message intently. A day with her family...? She thought about her parents, and who they could have been. Although the thought was initially a scary one, she soon found herself to be pondering on what they could have been. They could be serious parents who wanted her to grow up well. Or they could be surprisingly optimistic parents, considering that they only taught her how to defend herself with the training scribes they left behind. She heard from one of her drinking partners at a local bar that some fathers were kind of perverted and quite interested in women- maybe her own father was like that. Her parents could be anyone. They could be people with personalities she'd never expect from her own bloodline. She could imagine endlessly, just as she had long ago. They could be anything. Anything but dead people. They were not dead- she adamantly believed it so until she found solid evidence of it. So she found herself finding the incoming event on Monday to be quite neutral for her. The physically demanding activities that came with it, however, she was a bit concerned about. For some reason, the image of Lauren laughing maniacally as she participated in literally every event somehow in some way came into her mind. For now, she already had her family in the form of BASL. She loved them. They needed not to love her back, but they did. It felt undeserved for her, but she knew they would say otherwise regardless of what she said. She walked down the halls of the dorms, and then down the academy without a clear direction. "...Amy...?" The redhead closed her eyes for a brief moment and opened them gently. "Are we... a family?" "I think... this team is all I have..." "Bastille... could be all I have... so I... thought about asking that..." There were no underlying intentions under her simple question. She geniunely wanted to know Amy's thoughts. She wanted to know more about how Amy viewed things. Sangue had asked a question as she continued to walk slowly, down to the infirmary's direction. She thought about passing most of the facilities in the academy before finding a quiet place to possibly meditate in. Of course, she would need to tell Amy first if she did eventually find such a place, considering how Amy followed her for a walk rather than a reflection upon herself. Sangue's meditations worked best in the presence of the skies. The chains under her right sleeve of her clothes jingled quietly once in a while as she walked.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Vega lied down on her bed facing the ceiling. The strong kick into stomach which she still felt after her mission against Zephyr made not want to go out, even she could still go out if she wanted to…she was just being lazy. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Eh, maybe not. ＼\| ￣ヘ￣\|／ Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I will stay in this warm bed; under my blankets until I feel like I get out at least until I get hungry. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: How are you feeling after the mission? Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I see, feeling a bit blue huh. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Don't think about it too much. (ﾟ⊿ﾟ) After a few minutes of inactivity on her scroll Vega then messaged someone else. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Gratia >Body: What are you doing right now?</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy had received the email too, walking in silence with the snake while thinking about it. And ordinarily, the idea of those she cared for coming to visit her wouldn't be that bad, after all... The chemical plant had been one of the most depressing Amy'd ever been in for exactly that reason. The living quarters didn't have any indications of families or friends--really, anything beyond the bleck here and now of a chemical refining plant. Sure, there was a family picture here and there, but no one besides the workers seemed to ever actually live here. No misplaced toys, scent of perfume, old movie ticket stubs... Nothing. Though, to be entirely honest... It wasn't the most depressing place she'd been to. That honor went squarely to... She laughed, bending over and holding onto his arm. Her hair was done up, for once, and her lips were crimson instead of their normal soft pink. Simple, black dress, strapless, clung just enough to her lower body to make her waist seem slim, loose enough to leave just enough of her hips to the imagination to make everyone wonder if that was her dress, or if they really were that wide. Silver bracelet on her wrist, necklace around her neck that was short like a choker--but just long enough it slightly fell in her chest. Honestly, she felt like she should have a degree in psychology at this point. The bend over, so he got a good look at her cleavage, laughing like a schoolgirl--only at his better jokes--to seem like she was having an honestly good time--well, not exactly like a schoolgirl, her voice was a little too soft and pitched too low for that, but that lent it an element of authenticity and sensuality, a mature woman enthralled by his charms rather than a hussy he'd picked up on the street. Holding onto his arm for support, subliminally reminding him of her dependence. Little touches, little things that made it look to everyone watching like she wasn't an escort, that she honestly was his girl. Everyone watching... Including him, if she did her job right. Normally, he wouldn't have hired his arm candy. His parents had, or someone else who wanted him to look good. The roles were easier to play if only one person was aware they were acting. To his credit, Arin Glint wasn't exactly the kind of person who normally hired her services. He was good-looking but older, his neatly trimmed hair flecked with grey, a pair of reading glasses on the platinum plated chain around his neck. That chain was the only marker of the wealth she knew he had--he'd paid up front and in cash without batting an eye and his suits were an expensive but non-gaudy brand, but otherwise he seemed to be a perfectly ordinary upper middle class man. Well, apart from his knowing look at her face whenever she'd lean over him or intentionally bend over. Always her face. The star actor was aware of the stage. Still, he didn't seem to be upset at her manipulation. Rather, he seemed to be amused by it, and he'd certainly enjoyed having her on his arm at the extravagant party they'd just been to--the crimson-haired, feathered, thick Faunus stood out among the trophy wives like a wild rose amongst the petunias. Positively scandalous. If she had to take a guess, he meant every bit of the effect she had. He was obstinately modest but distinguished, sticking out happily in any crowd, deliberately poking finer sensibilities when he could. And... Now they were heading somewhere. Probably to his home, judging by his public display of her. Awful lot of risk to only take her back to a covert location, like a hotel room. *** Sure enough, the taxi let them off in front of a small but well-groomed house with a wrought iron fence, Arin opening the car and house door for her, escorting her inside. She turned, waiting for him to close the door, before she started what was generally the first step of the next section of the job: just embracing him, kissing him gently. Not overdoing it at first. But she was beaten to him. A teenage blonde girl moved past her at near superhuman speed, nearly tackling Arin as he stepped into the house and kissing his cheek. She started talking up a storm immediately. "Food's on the table, I made macaroni, I hope that's alright, it may be a little cold, you took longer than I thought--" she paused as suddenly as she started, following Arin's slight smirk over her shoulder and to Amy. For some unexplicable reason, Amy suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, moreso than any of the times she'd been found in situations far more incriminating than this one. Arin wasn't quite so disabled. "Quina, it should be fine. I hope you set the table for 3?" "No but I can I mean there's enough for everyone but dad who is she?" Arin looked far happier than anyone had any right to be. "Amaranth, dear. My date for the night." Quina--if that's what the girl's name was--blinked twice, then nodded and dashed off again. Arin's smile was as indecipherable as ever, his only readable signal a gesture for Amy to follow his daughter. It was an hour before she and Quina managed to relax enough to actually talk, but once they did... Amy still didn't know why he'd asked her there, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't appreciate it. The ride back to her apartment was like coming down from a high, drifting someplace out of the world she was used to, and... Subsequent dates went the same. Then, after the fourth, she stood on the street outside, almost entirely confident Arin wasn't going to even try to come up to her room. And... he didn't. With a slow, deliberate air, he put his glasses on, pulling a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and handing it to her, a wide smile on his face. "Amy, I've got a proposal. Something of a longer term contract." She looked down, reading quickly, her eyes getting wider as she did. "Why would you give me a recommendation for Beacon?" "Quina's going," he said, shrugging slightly. "I want someone to keep an eye on her. And I do my research. Sleep on it. You have my number." Amy slowly walked up her stairs, looking at the letter, then around her apartment. No pictures. No toys. Too much perfume to cover up smells, too many movie and gala tickets. An unmade king bed, the forgotten glasses and jewelry of at least five different people on the bedstand. Makeup, outfits strewn around. This was the most depressing place she'd ever been in. Amy finally opened her eyes, looking over at the quiet girl next to her, responding in a slow and quiet voice. "I'm not the person to ask about families. I don't like the real one I have and I've probably ruined the one that took me in." She paused for another long silence, listening to the jangle of Sangue's chains and thinking back over the past few weeks with the band of misfits first known as BAST, then BASL, their idiosyncracies never preventing them from getting along or success, Lauren gluing them together, Ben's lazy leadership keeping things in the right direction... Sangue's quiet strength and kindness endearing her to them all. Where did she fit...? "But, Sangue..." she stated, taking a deep breath. "I'd say we are one. At least... What one is supposed to be like."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Dorm She waited until the door closed. Then a little more. Just until they would have been out of earshot. And then… S̴͍̣͈̮͎̰̾̈́̚N͇̫̞̹͔̥͈ͭͮͪ̒ͥA͖̗̮̖̜̔̅͊ͫ̃P̮̞̰̙̭̹̐̈͑̋̃̈͠ͅ Diamond let out a howl of frustration and despair through clenched teeth. Somewhere out there, Esther was probably happy, because her vocal cords definitely took damage as her shadow sunk into her very being just as Diamond turned around and angrily obliterated her nightstand with an arm of glistering obsidian. "SHEISSE!" She flattened herself on the bed. "I can't do this." she said after a while. "Who's going to leave me next? Is mom going to snatch Emerald away if she sees what they did to her? Or are you going to be needed home perhaps, Oswald? What about the new guy we'll be inevitably getting? Should I even bother learning their name? Or do I just assign them numbers, huh?" she vented. "I tried. I tried to get closer to you lot. Gods be my witnesses it's not easy with you, but I tried. And what good does it do me?! It's the same gods damned song, ever since day one! Left to rot alone!" her talons torn the sheets on her bed as she angrily dragged her arm along its length. "Don't you fucking dare leave before graduation, either of you!" Diamond said as she propped herself up on her arms, eyes closed. "I am tired of being abandoned. I've had enough for a lifetime."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am) "If they want to, I will definitely accompany them." There was an undercurrent of another emotion, slight and almost unnoticeable, in her cold, impassioned tone. The stoic Mistralese girl's expression remained unchanged, and her declaration seemed little different to her standard icy fare, but the more perceptive would notice that certain 'more' to her voice. In fact, her boreal demeanour even felt a little brighter, her haughty sense of pride bubbling somewhat to the surface. She bit into the banana, chewing away at its flesh and swallowing. Each and every one of her actions were committed with the same efficient, cool motions, but there was the tiniest of extra vigour in the way she engaged her breakfast. Family Day, it seemed, was something that she was willing to engage in at more than merely a surface level. "And what of yours?" Gratia asked after a few seconds, her banana complete and peel placed down onto her nearly-empty plate.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Although she did not show it well, Sangue felt a bit bubbly after hearing someone compliment her prosthetic. She did give the girl a short "thank you," but the redhead wondered if there was anything else she could say to properly express herself. April then asked where she got it. Well, someone as uneducated as Sangue wouldn't be able to craft something with so much care even if she wanted to. "My fr…" Were Shiro and Gren her friends? She did not know if the thought was mutual, but Sangue believed them to be her friends. She just needed more time to know more about them. Like how she learned about her team steadily. Yes. Steadily. "…M…y friends… made th…is," Sangue spoke, unsure if she expressed it correctly. Dawn asked if she or Cian could show their weapons to them. Wouldn't it be dangerous…? Then again, Sangue herself knew that the way she used her own weapons always risked cutting herself. Before she received her prosthetic, almost every attack had to be calculated to remotely keep up with the trained and talented students of Beacon. Even with her prosthetic, she could still see herself falling behind others if she did not continue to train herself. And the two girls just seemed so excited to see their weapons. Her expression unchanging, she quietly lifted her arm as she closed her eyes. Her nerves called for the Claw installed within her prosthetic to slither out slowly, the chains making clanking noises as the Claw extended itself. "I… don't ha…ve… my blade, but… I… use this… "… "…thing…" Even Sangue herself had no idea what to call the Claw. She decided to call it the Apep Arm in her mind. Before she could do anything else, however, her scroll made her jump. She took it out quietly, only to find that she received a call from none other than Apep. "I… sh…ould be… going…" Sangue whispered as she focused on letting her nerves pull the chains back into the prosthetic. With a small bow, the snake departed from the colorful bunch, hurriedly trying to find a quieter place to receive Apophis' call. He hated loud places. --- >"Apep…" >"I'll be there in a moment." >"…O…kay…" >"You with your team?" >"…N…o…" >"Then where the fuck are you, then?" >"Alone…" >"Well- oh, I'm actually here. No need to meet me at the docks- I've already been at this shithole before." >"Then…?" >"Cafeteria. I'm hungry." >"Okay…" The dial ended abruptly. Staring at her scroll for a moment, the red snake quietly put it away as she wandered off to the cafeteria. On her way, however, she still wondered if Apophis actually knew where the cafeteria was. He never told her that he had been at Beacon before. So… --- "…Is that why you came over to the docks like I told you NOT to?" They ended up meeting at the docks. Apophis raised an eyebrow, an extremely aggravated look frozen on his face. Sangue stared at him, her eyes wider than usual. He didn't have any more scars on him compared to when she last met him. That was a good thing. Lifting her arm(s) slowly, Sangue approached him like a mock-up jiangshi. Much to his annoyance, the red snake quietly gave him a hug. "Okay, I get it. Stop." The ex-manhunter growled in an almost comical way as he pushed Sangue away from him. "You're gonna flatten the fucking bread I brought." "...?" Sangue stared at the transparent bag Apophis waved in front of her face. It had bread, like he said. "Most of it's for me," he muttered as he lowered the bag. "Leftovers are for you. Already heard that you upgraded the shit I made for you, so maybe you could practice eating with that prosthetic of yours." The snake nodded. Before Apophis could solidify their schedule of eating first, however, something crossed her mind. "A…pep…" "What?" "It's... been... a while..." He couldn't disagree with that. "Apep..." "What?" Reaching out for his wrist, her organic hand wrapped around it as she shook it a bit. "…My… friends…" "…" … … … … Sangue tugged at his wrist softly. "…My fr…iends…-" "Sangue." "Apep…" "I understand you like your team. Like, a lot. But maybe we can wait a bit as we both prepare ourselves to meet them at top condition so that nothing could go wrong when I meet them." "…?" Realizing that Sangue didn't get it, Apophis screamed, "BITCH, I'M HUNGRY." Nevertheless, despite calling her a bunch of names, he still followed her. It didn't help that Sangue didn't even know three-fourths of his insults in the first place. --- It turned out her team was not in the dorm. Standing outside of her dorm, she shut it, wondering where her friends were at. "You know where they went?" "…No…" After a moment of silence, they resorted to just wandering down the hall in an attempt to find Sangue's team. Scratching the back of his head, Apophis refused to admit to her that he did kind of want to know what her friends looked like. What are they like? He wondered as he put up a thoughtful look- a rare expression that is usually overshadowed by his common, angry one. Are they emo or grunge? Goody-goody or bitchy-bitch? I don't need a bunch of edgelords infecting Sangue with bullshit. He thought about it for a second. Just minutes before, she clung onto him like he was her dad or something. Imagining someone like Sangue spouting out Jayden Smith tweets while clutching half of her own face with her new prosthetic with a grin… Fuck, that's worse than everything I've done up to this point of my life. Then again, there's probably a reason as to why I'm not rotting in a jail cell yet. Eh. I'll prepare myself for anything. As long as they don't look like they'll turn Sangue into a skank, I think I'm- A voice called out in the hallways. Glancing at the direction of the noise, he shook his head as he turned to keep going down the hall, but he stopped when he noticed Sangue standing still. "L…auren…" "…Say what now- FUCK, STOP PULLING AT MY ARM!" The two began heading to the Armory. @Suku@Crimmy Sinatra@Krayzikk@Kaithas</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Actually, Amy, I am offended too." Lauren put her hands on the hips of her new skinny jeans and glowered at Ben. "Here we are, out of bed and ready to give you company on Family Day, and all you're doing is trying is mansplaining like we don't know how to put on our own clothes in the morning? It's like you want to hide the two of us in the dorm. Like we're a couple of sticky centerfolds you need to hide under the bed before someone catches you with us. I wanted to look presentable today for you and Sangue! Long sleeves, long jeans, no navel showing! I was feeling classy! They're the most modest clothes I own - even if they are yours!" She crossed her arms over the unbuttoned collar of Ben's henley, and her frown only grew more pronounced. "But I guess all that hard work's still not good enough for Cardinal Ben, Desire. I guess it's back to the convent with us. We shouldn't keep the death march to menopause waiting. And after all this time I spent picking the locks on our chast--" "L…auren…" Lauren whirled at the soft, airy tone of voice. It wouldn't have been detectable to most ears, but Lauren had spent the past week tuning her senses to pick it up as clearly as others heard her. Her look of mock aggravation spread into a wide smile. "Sangue!" She stuck one hand in her pocket and waved the other at her beloved snake-sister cheerfully. "Come on over, baby girl! Am and I were just telling Cap how excited we all are to have the day off together!"</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou To her credit, Amy managed to maintain an expression of genuine consternation while Lauren went off on their captain for his perceived slight against the two of them. Her hands were on the hips of her borrowed sweats in imitation of Lauren's pose, her arms crossing almost precisely when Lauren's did, maintaining an image of solidarity with her teammate against the man. Singular. Because there was only one on this team. Ha. Still, she didn't let one iota of her amusement show on her face. There was some significance to "get thee to a nunnery", but for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was. Damn, should have taken English. ... ...I don't think he realizes how much effort I'm putting into this, she thought as she let her Semblance dial back down, her reaction time slowing again. She'd not trained herself as much as Lauren had to hear Sangue, but she supposed it was somewhat reflex at this point--and her Semblance certainly helped. She smiled at the snake as Lauren greeted her. "Morning, Sangue."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz, Breakfast Club ... I've made a terrible mistake, haven't I? That was what I had been thinking then. Of course, given that I had just engineered a situation in which an aura-eating berserker would be involved with combat in the slightest, it'd have been hard to come to any other real conclusion. She was already a hard enough taskmaster when it came to intellectual pursuits, but now that combat was in the mix... I wasn't too optimistic that these would remain simple, casual rounds of drilling or advisory. "Yeah, I'm sure you will and then some..." More like rounds upon rounds of adversary. "I guess I'll dig around for one, then..." I lamented, hoping to not too openly show fear in front of her. "I can certainly ask Bianca for help with using the pointy, spear-y end of it, so that's a place to start." And here I had just gotten used to not treating her as a wild animal, too. Forget making progress, I felt like I had actually regressed here! I can't become a friend to someone who scares me half the time! Honestly. Demanding teachers was one thing. In fact, I was very much experienced with them. It was why I was fine with having her lecture me through integrations without as much as a flinch, for instance. But that same Gratia, being as demonstrably vicious as she was in a fight... Would she be able to tone it back enough for me to learn? "......." This wasn't actually my first time asking this question, was it? No, no it definitely wasn't. I asked the same thing at least once before. Six months ago, in fact. I asked it about April, when I first realized I would have to train with and under her at the Summit of Fists. How did that turn out, again? Well... --- "Hey Dawn?" "Hai?" "Make sure you have your strings ready whenever we see nii-chan." The youngest Schwarz cocked her pretty little head in a manner not dissimilar to an inquisitive dog. "What for?" "Feel like I need to punch him for some reason." "Ah." She straightened back up with a smile. "Sure thing!" "Thanks, sis." --- "I'll be sure to mind my P's and Q's when that time comes, then." I'm not gonna die. Maybe get beat up, but not die or even get sent to the hospital. I'm a champion at getting beaten up and coming back from it. That was what I told myself once and was telling myself again, and it had been working so far to be fair. So why would I worry about fighting an aura-eating berserker when I had my semblance and natural grit to back me up? ... Wait a minute</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK Even after a relatively short time, you build up a tolerance for Lauren's antics. You had to, or you'd go crazy trying to keep up. Dealing with Lauren was something Ben could do. Dealing with Lauren in front of her Mom, who had already sized Amy up before she turned her sights on Ben, put him in uncharted waters. She had to know how her daughter was, but she didn't know him; so as much as Lauren's rambling amused him, and made him smile hearing the esteem she held him in, her Mom's first impression of him probably shouldn't be out of her daughter's mouth. Thaaaat's enough. His best friend's bawdyiest joke was cut off by his shoulder, mostly because it went up when he twisted his arm up and around to ruffle her hair. Now for a little damage control, before she makes people think I'm… Don't even have a word. "She is a bit of a gremlin," He admitted, still ruffling her hair. It was really, really apparent that those clothes were hers now. They weren't going to fit anyone else. Not something to think about right now, not in this context. "But she's a good teammate. Better friend." "Don't know if she told you, but she joined the team after we lost a member. Showed up right before combat class. She did snap my neck, I try not to hold it against her, but the rest isn't quite that inappropriate." He gave Costa a smile, stepping forward (now that her hands were free) with Lauren still on his back to offer her a hand to shake. "But we wouldn't trade back for the world. She's been really helpful, especially on our mission, and she's fun as hell." "Probably not news to you, but you've got a hell of a daughter ma'am. Glad she's my friend."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Apophis gladly remained silent as he looked around the Armory, naturally taking an interest to the presence of metal all around him. He was a bit of a collector, so it was only natural for him to at least pay some attention to the place- even if it wasn't some kind of legendary forge that rose from the underworld or something. Although he remained near the others, he let his mind wander about, his hollow eye taking in the details of the academy's Armory. Sangue, on the other hand, remained quiet. When Lauren wrapped an arm around her, the red-haired girl made no attempt to break free. She rather enjoyed Lauren's warmth, and out of everyone in BASL, Lauren easily had the highest body temperature. It made her feel fuzzy inside. And safe. A weak blush appeared on her cheeks due to the heat she felt. She didn't know what it meant to be "sun-bleached," but it must have been a harmless thing if Lauren described her like that. She blinked without much thought when Lauren pecked her cheek, glancing at Lauren, and then at her pretty mom. The snake noticed how Costa seemed a lot calmer than Lauren, who was practically bursting with energy and joy. But despite their differences, Sangue could tell that the family loved each other well. It was nice to see. As she glanced at Ben, who explained how Lauren fit right into the team to Costa, Sangue looked back at Lauren's mother with her idle expression still unchanging. The faint blush that had appeared earlier had yet to vanish. Meanwhile, Apophis wondered if he should just start eating before he lost the food he brought. @Kaithas@Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am) The cowlick was drooping. Despite the reserved manner in which Luke was attempting to act in, it was immediately clear to the Mistralese girl that her response had instilled in him enough emotional stimulus for his hair to move, if her hypothesis continued to hold true. The question was what exactly that movement represented. Hesitation? Fear? Despair? The underlying suggestion of a spar was already beginning to bear fruit for her research; if assisting him in his training would provide her with more evidence, then there was little reason for her not to. She was already fucking helping him with his schoolwork; doing the same for his combat skills for some reasonable gain was perfectly acceptable. "The staff aspect would be something Nuit could also cover to some extent," she said, eyes glancing down from the strands of hair to meet Luke's grey orbs. "But you should work quickly to find a suitable polearm. You don't have time to fuck around on that."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz, Breakfast Club "Yeah, that's true. Best case scenario is me having until the end of week before I need something again..." I steepled my hands, a small part of me wishing for a pair of orange glasses and white gloves, and racked my brain. Quite a few images flashed to mind. Even without my remedial education on hunting and weaponry, I would have always been able and likely willing to come up with at least five variants of weapons like this. They showed up in games all the time, and while I'm no historian or enthusiast by any means, I had already learned a thing or two about the potential options provided to me by the general category of "polearms". Halberds. Glaives. According to some, Bardiches and other such greataxes. Even a Naginata wasn't out of the question, but... The thing was, a lot of my studying the types of Grimm under Tanner's careful tutelage had been done under the assumption that I would either be landing blows with blunt force or piercing straight through with the head of a drill. I wasn't so delusional as to believe I could get by without ever knowing where I would need to, say, cut or chop at something, but with the time I have until the next sortie being measurable in days... I needed as smooth a transition as possible. That narrowed it down a good bit. "Something that offers sheer blunt trauma as well as enough puncturing power to penetrate thick skulls and tough armor... A weapon I won't need to switch targets all too much for, in other words." I looked back up to her. "That sounds like a Lucerne Hammer to me."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - A Brain, an Athlete, a Basket Case, a Princess, and a Criminal "Lucky for you that my familiarity with polearms focuses on blunt trauma." That would make it far simpler for her to tailor her advice towards Luke's specialities. Her younger sister's "weapon" essentially did little more than crush the fuck out of anything in its path, and while its weight wasn't concentrated specifically at the end, she could at least apply vaguely similar principles to the use of a hammer. However, that was something she would deal with later, once Schwarz actually found himself a Lucerne Hammer and a teacher willing to train him in the basics. Now that her breakfast had been completed, she would need to rendezvous with her family. They had likely already arrived, and she needed to find them. Haven had not been too far from her home, but the distance between Beacon and the world where she had grown up in was far vaster, separated by the gulf that was the blue sea. Her chances of meeting them were scarce, and thus she refused to waste her time away from their presence. The fact that Ozpin was willing to pay for every student's family to visit was a fucking godsend, and she was grateful for the powerful man's decisions. "I need to go meet up with my family," she said in her usual impassive tone as she rose to her feet, chair sliding back quietly as she reached her full height. "Work on finding a Lucerne Hammer or build one as soon as possible."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze @HereComesTheSnow Monday With a clear agreement between everyone Cian let out a small sigh as she started to head towards a better location somewhere private between them so she quickly knocked out the normal shooting range. Plus they only asked to see it not actually for her to use her weapon. With that in mind it was a relatively quick trip to one of the training fields that littered the school. Sure it wasn't the best but in case they did ask for a demonstration it was a quick show since they were on a training field. "So what exactly is it you need just a look at a weapon or more of it in action?" Cian asked as she slung off the strap of Byakko carrying the silver briefcase in her hands her finger slowly making its way to change it to its basic form. Tristan Mauve Tristan let out a small sigh as he looked around the area a empty training field one of the many that dotted the campus of Beacon. Somewhere both safe to show the weapons but should be private enough that it wouldn't bother anyone else seems like Cian knew what she was doing after all. Still time to show his weapon huh well if anything shouldn't be to hard to just reveal the weapon and if needed a few movements dealing with said weapon.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy's grin slowly grew as Lauren narrated her first encounter with all of them, particularly Ben's experience with her in the arena. Her arm stretched out to her right, her hand joining Ben's in ruffling their teammate's hair. She let it drop as Ben stepped forward to offer his hand to Costa. The woman's gaze falling on her earlier had suddenly made her very self-conscious, for the first time in a long while. She was acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing Lauren's clothing, as Lauren was wearing Ben's--but Costa recognized the jacket against her bare, ivory flesh. It was the way it seemed to be intended to be worn, with nothing between it and the wearer, but... Costa was Lauren's mother, after all. That kinda heightened the awkwardness, just a little. "We are quite a motley crew, though. She's not wrong."</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Mindaro Mondays - Galla Galla glanced up from her newspaper, lifeless hazel eyes meeting Luke's grey. He was looking somewhat irked, likely due to the no-show by someone who appeared to have been responsible for chaperoning his younger sisters around the school. She hadn't seen anyone matching the description he had given when she had been walking through the crowded campus, and there was no sign of the Tanner individual when the two Schwarz siblings had first approached her. If the fashion-impaired man wasn't visible, then he was likely to be keeping a low profile, now that he had been freed from his responsibilities by Luke. "I haven't seen him," was her reply. There were other possibilities, including being dead, but people didn't react well to such suggestions. "He's their guardian?"</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Schwarzes "Nah, he's more like our kinda-uncle!" "A godfather?" "Or maybe The Godfather..." "Can you imagine him saying 'say hello to my little friend!'?" "That's Scarface." "Or 'I like dis painting. One dog's goin' one way, the other dog's goin the other way, and this guy in the middle's just sayin, 'whaddya want from me?!'" "That's Goodfellas! Get it together!" What kind of messed up movie lexicon did these girls have?! Dad must be crying, wherever he is! As hilarious as it was to know our policeman father loved mafia movies, it was decidedly less hilarious to get caught up in trying to chastise those two unsalvageable pieces of work while I left poor Galla hanging, so I redirected my attention to her while they continued to prattle on for a moment. "No, not quite. More like just the first person Mom and Dad reached out to who agreed to take them here earlier in the day. With the dude's vagabond nature, I'm honestly not surprised at it, but I guess being Mom's former teammate means you still answer the call. Even if it's the last thing anyone would reasonably expect of you." "--Shaken, not stirred." "Bond isn't even a mob flick!" I rubbed my temples. Help me.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Who are you embarrassed of, your father or me?" It wasn't the way he would have liked to phrase the question, but using 'us' and grouping himself in with Gratia, Beryl, and Luke so soon as Bianca's 'inner circle' just felt like surrendering to a life of misery after only one shot had been fired. He wouldn't give up after one shot. He was a son of Atlas, not of Zephyr. "Doesn't matter to me. I've met a lot of overeager parents today already," Jericho said casually, sipping at his cappuccino and tilting his head to look at the abashed birdbrain across from him. The smile on her face had been waxing and waning since he'd walked in, which was odd. Normally her irrepressible bubbly attitude bordered on the downright air-headed. To see her somewhat downbeat left said quite a lot about the state of her family. Not that he could relate - his family (obviously still being alive, a claim that Bianca had observed with skepticism but not actually treated as the joke it was, the goddamn moron) had always gotten along rather well, and the Mindaro household probably would have left him projectile vomiting and shivering on the ground with a gun between his teeth after a week of their endless hugs and kisses and squeals of joy. But it turns out that, surprise surprise, Bianca "Things are bad all over, Ponyboy..." Nuit had a troubled home life. I even miss Speer already. "It's only one day," Jer continued. "One family day a year, maybe a semester if you're not lucky, multiplied by four years at Beacon. That's four to eight visits, maybe four hours tops, that's still only barely over a day of downtime you have to spend with him before you graduate. That's assuming you try avoiding him over the summers by staying with Gratia, or at some beach resort, or that space hotel Griese Experimental wants to hurl into orbit in the next few years. Then, after graduation, you can call him on his birthday, send him a card or two at holiday time, and wait until he craps out and say something nice at the funeral. Then you don't have to worry about him." It might have been harsh calculus, but it was hard to want to shelter a girl from someone who could toss her millions of lien for a coffee shop after one speed dial. Hopefully the news of her dad's impending death would bring Bianca some comfort. Life was too short to worry about who you were forced to spend it with - unless that someone was Bianca Nuit, staring at you like you were carrying a pair of handcuffs and an adolescence full of repressed sexual tension for her to exploit. Granted, she would be half-right in that assumption...but the last thing he needed right now was for her to see his handcuffs. "Look, Bianca, if there's one thing I learned in my life at Atlas, besides marksmanship, infiltration, proper surveillance, situational awareness, pain management in the field, hacking, driving cars, flying airships, controlled descent without a chute, how to kiss a guy, how to clean, and how to cook, it's that there's nobody who can survive everything forever," Jer offered, trying to be helpful. "If I put five bullets in your dad's head, that rich old bastard would go down for the count. If your dad's bodyguards put five in my dad's head, even a trained specialist like him isn't gonna be shaking it off any time in the next year or so. I learned that there's no reason to be scared of any person, because that person can meet death just as quickly as I can, in the same number of ways that I could. So in the long run, they don't have any God-given advantage over me - or over you. So unless your dad's Semblance is actually being God-given, the worst he can do to you is cancel your Palladium card. And unless that really will kill a spoiled birdbrain like you, you've gotta goddamn relax. You're making my hair uncomfortable." There. No one could ever say he hadn't been a little nice to Bianca Nuit now. He had given her good advice. That was his obligation as a 'good' person, over and done with. This cappuccino really filled a hole. His glowing scarlet rune settled down slightly. "You're welcome."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Anywhaere and nowhere The poor training dummy was rapidly approaching its expiration date under the barrage of fury Diamond vented on it. They were finally starting to move somewhere with the whole team thing. Granted, the move was to identify why they were not a team thing, but she thought she saw some progress, at least compared to earlier. And now this. Roaring in anger she grabbed a telekinetic hold and yanked at the dummy strongly enough to tear it out of its housing and send it flying somewhere in Gren's general direction. Pure coincidence, oooooof course. This sucks on ice. First Marcus, then Aurelius, now Cobalt. Who are they going to give us now, some rich trouser stain that will have yet another idea on how to do things and not being used to others telling them to shove it? That would maKE MY DAY!!! She shout-thought as another dummy ceased to exist, turned into a pincushion of icicles, sand spilling on the floor. Still not even breaking a sweat, Diamond suddenly wished there were some ethereal robots and/or infernal woman after her with a vengeance. A struggle for dear life would at least take her mind off of things! Then there is this parents day garbage. Rub some salt into the wounds, life, why don't you? she fumed inside, I can't even get half a dozen cats because Emerald would be either insulted or all over them. The thought of a per canary or something mouse like was a little amusing though. Rrrip. Another sandbag was exploded when Diamond caught a telekinetic hold of its opposing ends and yanked at them. Oh, and there is some douchebag ogling my teammate's mom. Call Marcus and the tank I wanna blow some shit up! She thought desperately The remaining dummy was obliterated as Diamond encased it in ice, the weight pulling down the entire mechanism holding it. Then she stopped, looking at the floor. She could swear her shadow was shimmering and grinning at her. Stop. She told herself. Find something else to do with that pent up energy other than fighting or you'll kill someone. Pacing from wall to wall she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Go make some friends. There might even be some volunteers for a beating if you'll lucky. She thought with a smirk, looking towards Emerald just as her mother was done with her. Diamond decided the bad news could wait. There was probably no more than other orphans prowling the halls right now, but hey, misery loved company. Diamond slipped by the others, looking for a victim.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Datura - Splitting Off Apparently, getting cracked in the head with a piece of rebar can have lasting consequences. Datura had always figured that Siri's decreased capability to remember things and write coherently had been at least somewhat caused by that particular incident, but she hadn't expected lasting pain to be an issue. Well, never mind that. It wasn't like she was the one who'd panicked and swung when the mutt's aura was depleted. "He was trying to protect you." The young woman frowned. She never could quite tell when her "daughter" was around whether or not these kind of thoughts were her own. She didn't think that such a dumb, sweet girl would be so manipulative, but why else would her inner voice be so sappy at times? Lost in her thoughts, Datura didn't realize that she'd wandered a little ways from Soot and Siri, who were now engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. "Those two. They could ramble on with each other for hours." Before she could head it off, a small smile appeared on her face. She could be mouthy at times to Soot, and downright mean to Siri, but as far as she was concerned, no one had better come between the two of them, even...her. She lightly pressed a hand against her abdomen without much thought. "Don't be like this, like how you always are. He practically raised her, but he chose to love you even though you didn't come to him as an innocent baby." "Yeah, offering to hook up with someone to fix a huge mistake you made is a greeeeaaaaat first impression." Datura muttered, maybe a touch louder than she intended to. It wasn't like there was anyone around, tho - damn it. Blonde student at twelve o'clock. She froze, unsure of how to explain what she'd said, or if she should just walk away and pretend that this girl didn't see her acting like crazy person.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy gave Lauren a quizzical look as she looked down her cleavage, then tapped nervously away at her phone. It was fairly obvious the brawler wasn't looking for a candy bar, really--otherwise she wouldn't have to consult her phone about it--and one would have melted between Amy's breasts anyway. Not that she hadn't had that happen before, but she figured Lauren would have known as much from her propensity to store things there on her own body. So that meant she was likely worrying about something from the night before. Some pressing concern, since she was immediately consumed by it, so… She'd probably lost something that didn't belong to her. At least Amy wasn't the one who had to be worried about having her clothes flayed, for once. She checked the pockets, then shook her head, feathers rising slightly as she did. "No dice. Sorry, honey, nothing in here. So… Either Pope Benjamin III was going to be right, or bad times were going to occur. She'd never wanted a holy man to be correct before.</s>
<\|description\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Age: 34 (Teacher) Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Eternity Key has three modes. The first is a simple, if fancy looking longsword, covered in circuitry and capable of being electrified. The second is a shotgun, and the third is a keyboard and holographic monitor that are able of interfacing with nearly any computer system–and hacking it. Course: Computer Science Semblance: Ryou is capable of causing "silence zones" at will. Each zone is a space around 10 feet in diameter in which no mechanical devices or Dust powered machines will work. Up to three can exist at once. Personality: Ryou is a quiet man who does not talk a lot. He expects his entire students to know how to operate a computer so he can teach them the "fun world" of computer science instead of teaching them how to open a program or write in a notepad which he finds boring. He really doesn't talk that much to people outside of his class and department, though he maintains a good relationship with the more technologically capable of his colleagues. Color: Neon Green. Emblem: A green power symbol on a black background. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Blossoming Relationships @Awesomoman64@Crimmy@Abillioncats Despite Ms. Aristeas' rather kind evaluation of their results, Robert was not as happy. Of course, no one in their team was hurt or killed, which was always optimal, but he still felt like they could have done better. No, he could have done better. Everything was going perfectly until he had gotten too far away from the others and almost thrown off the edge of the ship. He was alive only through the support of his comrades, not through his own efforts. The young student turned to his team leader though to try and read her reaction to the evaluation. He'd been in charge once and he didn't envy his admittedly much more worthy replacement. He still knew how it felt to succeed but still feel there was room for improvement. To do everything you could do right, yet still see nothing but more needing to be fixed. The worst part about being leader though, at least a good one in his opinion, was that you often found fault in your own actions first. Sand struck Robert as the sort of person who'd think the same way. So as she left to return their borrowed weaponry, he began contemplating possible words of encouragement so she knew how glad he was to have her in charge. Those words would be forgotten though once Sand was back, giving the team her own debriefing, which felt very much targeted at his screw up. Perhaps he was solely in the wrong here. He was, after all, the only one who had needed saving. He had thought he was being cautious like asked and the incident was only caused by bad roll of the dice, but maybe he was the problem. "Sorry, guys," he said, embarrassed. When the ship landed, Robert did his best to push away the creeping self-doubt and refocus on the objective. Being distracted would only lead to more mistakes, past missions had taught him that. Still, while he certainly looked serious and ready in appearance, he didn't seem to yet notice the odd behavior of the facility's employees. Though perhaps it was better to say lack of behavior as only the one man seemed to be working here for all they knew.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel @Guess Who@Awesomoman64 Violet Steel - Blossoming Relationships - Violet had felt her face get warm when Thoúlē Aristeas specifically mentioned her in her praise of their work. Her semblance wasn't that big of a deal, was it? She looked away for a bit, not sure how to handle this. Sand went to return the rifles and Violet figured that was the end of it. However that was not to be, because Sand brought back one of the rifles, and a harness to boot. Violet just looked confused when Sand handed them to her. "Well done, team," Sand said. "Especially you, Violet. You impressed the crew so much, they want you to keep the guns we borrowed. Be sure to thank them before we're done here." "They...they did?" Violet said with a bit of surprise, taking the weapons and storing them on her person. She rather prefered her bow for various reasons but...the rifle did become handy back there. Maybe keeping it around was a good idea. "I'll...be sure to properly thank them..." After that bit of praise, Sand switched gears and berated the team just a little...well really it was just at Robert. Violet felt a little bad for him, but really...he needed to stop being so careless and clumsy. He was going to get himself killed otherwise. ------------------------------- Violet's ears twitched as they landed and came across this white-haired boy. Who was this person? Why did everyone they'd come across so far seem so...odd? Violet of course kept these thoughts and opinions in her mind only. Sand had the pleasure of actually conversing with this person. She had other things to worry about, like the sense of danger and uneasiness that was making her hairs stand on end. She kept an eye out.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Blossoming Relationships Receiving Ms. Aristeas' approval of how they handled the Grimm was a much needed confidence boost for the huntsman. While they had successfully fended off the Nevermores, he couldn't help but feel the close call with their unluckiest member might have given the inspector cause to doubt their skills. Nevertheless, she was more impressed by Violet's sharpshooting than she was displeased with Roberts short flight. The Atlesian guards felt the same as Sand was given a rifle to award Violet. Not everyone was willing to overlook that slight mishap with the large Nevermore, however. As soon as they were alone Sand practically called out Robert for his lack of situational awareness. Those who didn't know Sand might have misconstrued her words as a scolding, but Trad could tell this was just her voicing concerns, even if it was a little blunt. Though as they continued their flight, Trad couldn't help but think that maybe blunt discussions with Robert were necessary. He knew the hunter was never intentionally getting himself into trouble, but he certainly had a knack for it. And often wasn't able to get himself out without one of them to aid him. Something would need to be done or else the next time things might not work out in the red head's favor. Now was not the time for such things. Just as Sand said this was not a training exercise, they were on a mission and had to remain focused. The last thing anyone needed was the team doubting even one of their members. Trad did his best to bury his thoughts as they stepped off the ship. Eerily that would be easy enough as the landing platform for ICE CreAM felt… Wrong. While he wasn't expecting a welcome party, it was odd that only one person would be greeting the inspector; and with no security at that. The biggest red flag was raised by the lack of ships on the landing platform. True traffic through this location would be light at best, but what about emergency situations? This team had seen first hand how fast the Grimm could swarm even a well prepared base. There should have been at least two or three airships ready just in case. Yet it seemed the researchers here would have no means of escape should such an event take place. His curiosity got the best of him. While he let the inspector answer the white haired man's initial question, he quickly spoke up after any introductions. "You must have a lot of faith in the defenses here. Not many facilities operate without some means of evacuation." He stated glancing around at the empty area. @Lazo@Abillioncats@Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Slime@Silvan Haven Gratia Mindaro and Vega Venetia The air was choking with paranoia. Emotions were running high all around her, with even the slightest sudden move liable to trigger the guards into going completely postal. They were nervous, twitching wrecks, reacting to every little sound as if they were fucking meth heads after a long night of poisoning themselves like brain-damaged cretins. Or did that come after the druggo experience? Gratia Mindaro did not care a single iota for the specifics, but in any case, their caution wasn't entirely alien to her. Given how much of an utter shithole Gallia had transformed into, only a complete fool would think there was no need to be cautious, but this Gideon individual's guards were still unable to crawl out of the pond of prokaryotes where their fellow fools resided by "virtue" of having even entertained the thought of fighting her team. Her onyx eyes danced across their surroundings. It was a gaudy mansion, a loathsome testament to the Mayor's wealth and power that disgusted her in its excess. No wonder the guards thought they could fucking take her - the hellish environment must have distorted their perspective. How pitiful. If they had any actual ability whatsoever, rather than serving as little more than mid-sized fish in a shitty little sewage drain, then somebody would have managed to bring an end to Gallia's woes by now. Instead, they called in a team of trainee Hunters. "Don't take us for amateurs, Felicia," she replied flatly. Next to her, Vega Venetia was joyfully taking a panorama picture of the hallways on her Google Glass. A quick motion in the direction of one of her teammate's immediately drew her attention. "I like your shades!" the leader of Vignoble declared as she watched Silver play with his spectacles.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Felicia @Slime@Silvan Haven Civil War "I wouldn't dream of it." That was Andrews only response to Gratia before he and the team of trainee hunters entered the office of one Gideon Blue. Other than the two guards stationed right at the door, the office looked like what you'd expect for a mayor. The main piece of furniture of course being the desk, with various documents laying on it. The man himself, Gideon Blue sitting there, looking over several sheets of paper. The man didn't so much as look up at them until they'd all been shuffled inside and the doors behind them closed with a loud click. It was only then that he looked up and recognized their presence. "So you're finally here, Mr. Felicia." His expression was neutral, his voice conveyed no real emotion, though one could say it had a certain coldness to it. He looked at them with scrutinizing eyes, as if he was deciding if any of them were worth his time. "Gideon..." Andrew's voice was much more tense. "...you need to explain what's going on out there righ-" The mayor put his hand up, "Of course, of course...I understand from an...outsider's perspective that the situation here in Gallia is completely unacceptable. So, I will explain everything in detail till you're all satisfied." The mayor stacked the papers in his hand neatly before setting them on the table. "Before we begin however, I believe introductions are necessary, don't you think Mr. Felicia? We may already know each other, but this is my first time meeting these young ones. This is their missions after all is it not? Why not let them do the questioning?" Andrew briefly looked back at the kids, before looking back at Gideon. "Fine. Gideon, this is Gratia, Beryl, Vega, and Silver. And visa versa. Boom. Done." Andrew stepped back to the side, letting Gideon have his full gaze upon the team. "As I'm sure you've all seen first hand flying in here, the situation is shockingly grim." A strange statement from the mayor who seemed so completely calm. "This all really began about six months ago, right after the election. You see, for the past twenty years I had run unopposed as mayor, there simply was no one else who was willing to run against me." He said with a slight shrug. "This year was different. A man named James Poppy ran against me. He was quite popular with much of the community, and to my suprise the election was very, very close. I only won by a small fraction of votes." "James?" Andrew stated with a tone of recognition. With this, the Mayor let out a visible sigh, the first sign of any real emotion he'd conveyed so far. "Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse after the results came in. I was accused of manipulating the votes in my favor, by none other than James Poppy himself. Many...if not all his supporters believe and hang on his every word. It's because of that man this whole situation has unfolded, he didn't like how the election went, and he's attempting to take over by force." "He not only has the backing of nearly half the people, but he's also recruited powerful mercenaries who are comparable to hunters and huntresses. So what I'm requesting from all of you is that you bring James Poppy to me, alive. I don't want him becoming some sort of martyr after all. How you go about doing that is up to you, I do not care to micromanage." The mayor adjusted his seat. "Now I'm sure you all have your own questions you wish to ask me, I can see it on your faces." The mayor waited.</s>	<\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou This was some serious ####ery. What was the point of having enhanced senses if they didn't sense jack shit when you needed them most? Probably some horrific monstrosity on the other side of that door waiting to punish her for all of her sexual iniquity and she could see and hear jack shit. It didn't take Gift to be able to tell bad stuff was going on, one would hope it would at least give further information as to precisely what she had to be concerned about. Flying was tempting, but being in the air meant she was vulnerable if she didn't know what they were facing. Amy gritted her teeth, the Fury's shield rattling back into her arm guard as the barrels of its machine gun spun out, her sensory perception expanding once again to warn her of anything coming from where she wasn't looking. She trained the rotary weapon on the door, ready to fire through once Ben had cleared it. "Nothing to fuckin' report Cap. A whole fat lot of fucking nothing."</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth sighed, her hand twitching involuntarily as she and the rest of the newly minted team Bastion walked out of the Headmaster's office. She felt... exposed for the first time in her life. They were the rejects, and it didn't take a genius to figure that out. None of them had uniforms, they hadn't been around for the first part of the day... It wasn't difficult. Ordinarily, Amy wouldn't complain about the uniform situation, but it was just another thing separating her from the rest of the school. At least she had thought to wear her toboggan hat today, she thought, pulling it down over her ears–and her feathers. Isolation, isolation she could deal with. But... for the rest of the school year all four of them would have to be on their toes. Because any tripping up... and team Bastion would be as dead as the Grimm that Unchained Fury had torn apart.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Robert is not the what you think. Yes Rayna may sound mean but she's not insulting Pricilla. If she was I'd tell her to screw off and leave us alone before I would make her leave, but she's just giving Pricilla advice." Greyson said to Robert wanting to calm him before he did anything stupid that he would regret. In all honesty Greyson would never hit a woman but neither would he ever let anyone hurt the feelings of the girl he cared about. Right now Greyson was thinking about how Pricilla would react to Rayna's "constructive criticism"</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Well. That was unexpected. When he washed out of the entrance exam, Benjamin fully believed that that was the end of it. It would have been worse, too, because it would have been his own fault. His reluctance to use his ace up the sleeve nearly lost him his chance at being a hunter. Now, though, he had another chance. He didn't expect to get it, and he still expected to wake up any minute. Starting on the back foot or not, he had a chance. The thought was sobering, too. He knew his reputation was starting with a mark against it, and it wasn't just his reputation anymore. If he screwed up, the rest of them would pay for it, too. So he couldn't screw up. He needed to do his best, even if that meant not always having another trick up his sleeve. Truthfully, there was also the fact that he didn't really know his team all the well. Maybe Ozpin did some team building exercises after the entrance exam or something, but he'd (obviously) missed them. Ben had ended up working with them mostly by chance, and there hadn't been an excessive amount of time to talk since then. He was acutely aware of the girl, probably older than him, with a decidedly nonstandard sense of fashion walking near him. Amy. The other guy on the team, probably same age, maybe a little younger. Trad. And Sangue, the other girl who was probably older than him. And seemed to have one arm. From the look on Goodwitch's face, she wasn't happy about having a team of exam rejects walking around. He had a bad feeling they'd see that expression again, and not just on her face. Well. One more obstacle to overcome. "So, schedule says we're supposed to be in lunch. If I remember how we got to Oz's office right, that'd be down the stair, and to the left, right?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) The silence from the professor was agonizing. Trad had worked his heart out practicing for the exam, only to fail in misery. It was probably his fault too, he was over protective of his team and got in their way trying to shield them from attacks they most likely could have avoided. That didn't stop him though. He continued his practice and learned from his mistakes during the exam, and as luck would have it, it paid off. Now here he was, in the headmaster's office waiting to hear the verdict. The anxiety was killing him, and the disapproving stares of Ms. Goodwitch only made things worse. Still, he did his best to stand firm and at attention. Finally Ozpin spoke, reminding him and the others of their humiliation during the exams. He couldn't help but feel this might not be the reconsideration he had hoped for. Then, he heard the words from Ozpin, "That is why you four are hereby admitted to Beacon Academy" Trad couldn't help but smile. Despite all that had happened he was now a student of Beacon! His joy was quickly hushed by an even colder stare from Goodwitch, as if to remind him of how thin of ice he would be on. When the team was dismissed and they all left the office, Trad let out a long sigh, "I'm not the best when it comes to history, but I think we may be the first rejects to be allowed in." Trad wasn't sure he could eat just yet, he was still trying to take in the fact that he was now a student. More than that, he was member of a team! Still, they could use the time to get a game plan. Figure out schedules and class locations. "I think that's the right way. If not I'm sure we'll find it one way or another."</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: "It's the right way," Amaranth said, her eyes staying straight ahead, not looking at any of her teammates. "Let's eat before lunch is over, or we're going to have to face the legitimate students with empty stomachs." She looked slightly to the side, sizing up each of the others standing in the hall. Trad and Ben were easy enough to read, Sangue was a little more difficult... She was going to have to get used to them. Sangue, entirely offense, but blunt as anything... Trad, an excellent defender, self styled Guardian of Remnant. Benjamin Lloyd, fast, adaptable... But every sign pointed to him being slacker. Hell, they were going to have to get used to her. She almost felt sorry for them. Amaranth Desire. If that wasn't a name somebody could judge her by, she didn't know what was. Amaranth Desire, dressed in clothes that would make her grandmother blush... They were all human, too, and while she didn't paint any of them as being prejudiced, they still didn't know she was a... Faunus. Her hand went to the collar around her neck, one finger slipping inside it–was she nervous? Her chest rose and fell in a deep breath, and she sighed. "Call me Amy. Not Amaranth."</s>	<\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Ben. Good to meet you." He extended a hand to shake, the other kept in his pocket. It was kind of funny, Benjamin thought, that he'd gotten to know how they fought, but had yet to actually get to know them. His teammates. Stuck together for four years, if he was lucky, first met days ago, and only now getting around to proper introductions. Showed where all of their priorities were. A faint grin crossed his face, only a moment after he held out his hand. "Well, officially. Don't really count fighting, though. Isn't really an introduction." Amaranth, he decided, was both one of the easiest to read, and the hardest to work out. Her attire was decidedly... Unusual, and she didn't really look like the type to attend Beacon. Then again, first impressions were remarkably deceptive. Those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones and all that. "Hell of a "welcome to Beacon", huh?"</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Giving the males of team SASG a nod as they asked him how he took his meat, Oswald felt his lips curl into a half-smile. "I take it medium-rare. Only way to take it out in the field. Any less is dangerous, any more takes too damn long. Thanks. And I gotta ask....how the hell did you get your hands on this much meat? It's day one of classes, after all." The scent of the steaks cooking was almost too much. He'd lived mostly on preserved food for the weeks before arriving at Beacon, and the opportunity to eat anything not packaged to last as long as possible was greatly welcomed, even if he'd already had a meal before this. It couldn't hurt to pack on the calories, especially after his sparring with Sapphire. Speaking of that girl, he couldn't help but notice she was still arguing with that green-haired dude from the table they'd been sitting at before. Oswald just shrugged and rolled his eyes. Let her get worked up over a few words between classmates, nothing he was concerned with. Marcus's arrival at the table was more pressing. And it seemed Diamond was even helping him carry his food over. Maybe this team wasn't so doomed after all. Diamond's reaction to being asked to get salt was...to be expected. Man, that kid had to be a little slow or something, to pull a stunt like that. Wasn't it obvious that she was another student? "Hey boss, glad to see you're back. Ya did good, even if it wasn't too pretty. Wish I could say the same for the rest of our team. Diamond had a hell of an opponent with that....weird ability. What kind of semblance was that anyway? Looked like it knocked the girl's attack right back at her. And Aurellius? Well...to be fair, against a guy that quick, I wonder how well I'd have done too. Sapphire's a quick little thing, but at least you can see her. Usually. Until she pulls that disappearing trick." Inclining his head towards the girl in question, Oswald shrugged. "She's good, too. Would've done well back home."</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad couldn't help but laugh at Amy's remark about his pouting, "Don't worry, I won't make it a habit." He said giving Amy a light pat on the back. While they were talking, Sangue let her claw drag on the floor, causing an extremely annoying sound. Trad wanted to say something, but Sangue still had a grumpy look on her face, and the last thing the team needed was for two of them to get in a tuff. Finally, the moment of truth arrived, they had reached the lunchroom. Trad couldn't help but notice the sea of students all chatting and acting as if they had known each other for year. Trying to avoid eye contact, he moved along to get his food. He ended up with some sort of pasta, not exactly the best food for his nerves but he got it anyway. Unable to find a seat, he simply waited until one of the others sat down and joined them.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom The red-haired woman felt hungry at a perfect time. Missing breakfast proved to be an unwise decision, but it also made lunch seem all the more appealing to the normally idle Sangue. Sangue's right eye opened a little wider than before as her claw continued to follow her. She finally seemed to notice the noises her claw was making. Making a small motion with her shoulder, the claw slowly retracted until it was fairly away from the ground. The claw no longer dragged itself across the ground, but now it ominously swung itself around like a hypnosis clock moving at multiple directions. A few seconds later, the claw retracted more, finally causing the contraption to hide itself within her clothes. "..." Sangue finally walked her own path, heading over to get some pasta. She seemed to have trouble holding her own tray, though she seemed confident with holding it on her own. The woman sat at an empty table, staring at the pasta for some odd reason. I don't know what I just picked up. Funnily enough, she never ate pasta before. She simply stared at the food and the utensil she could use to eat it. Her brain began to process how to eat pasta.</s>	<\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Ben set his tray down with a quiet tap, sinking into his seat. In the interests of efficiency he'd picked the first food he found, the result a heaping pile of spaghetti. A drink had proven much easier, as he nabbed a milk on his way to an open seat. He, after a moment of thought, placed himself in the same vicinity as Sangue without getting too close. His team member seemed to desire a little space, and he didn't think he knew her well enough yet to take a seat opposite or adjacent to her. She didn't seem a particularly bad sort, but she was quiet, and more than a little... Unapproachable. He wasn't sure if it was intentional yet, but it didn't seem like a matter to test so soon after being christened a team. He twirled a fork with one hand, loading it with pasta, but eyes idly swept the lunch room. He wasn't particularly surprised by the sheer diversity of students, but it was a touch of culture shock nonetheless. Not just the students themselves, but the way they carried themselves. He saw more than a few weapons tucked away on their owner's person, and many of his new peers carried themselves with a sense of pride. A few seemed to verge on arrogance, if he was perfectly honest. No one seemed to have paid attention to his team's arrival, so they either didn't know about them, or didn't care. Either was possible, but he found the former a little more likely. The odds of absolutely everyone ignoring a team of washouts was pretty minimal. Then again, he admitted to himself as he took a bite of his food, he was probably over-thinking it. "Food's decent, at least." BAST's leader commented to no one in particular.</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Abel consoling him, Shiro's glistening eyes brightened and he managed a smile. His teammate's words having comforted him, he parked his behind next to Gren as he continued to cook in his..unconventional ways. Unfortunately, Shiro's hunger would have to wait to be satiated as the bell screeched, causing him to wince and flatten his ears against his head. The bell signaled the end of the lunch period and the start of the next class. Pulling out his Scroll, he checked his class schedule and saw that he had the Armory class next. Ears and tail perking, he looked stunned and excited all at once. "Oh! Maybe I can make adjustments to Kladenets and Perun in class! At the very least I can do some minimal maintenance!" Pocketing his Scroll, he looked at the sizzling meats Gren was still grilling. One could only feel for Shiro as his golden eyes grew sad, his lips pouted, and his ears again sagged sadly onto his head. His face spoke of only heartbreak and intense sorrow. With a heavy sigh, Shiro grabbed his tray. As swiftly as he could, he disposed of it. Not wanting to be late for this class especially, he lowered his body so that he was on all fours and bounded his way out of the cafeteria. Taking care to not run into anyone. Shooting down the hallways, he quickly visited the school's Armory [*Not the class, mind you] and looked around at the multitudes of 'Rocket Lockers'. Sniffing at the air, he quickly located his weapons and withdrew them. Sword already sheathed within his shield, he slung his weapons onto his back and rapidly scrambled to locate the Armory Class to take his seat. "Don't want to be late for this!" His eager face shifted to one of hurt and pain as his stomach still grumbled at him, unsatisfied with the paltry lunch Beacon had given him. "Man, I wish I could've had some of Gren's food..." he sighed to himself, wanting to almost cry.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni finished up his lunch in utter silence. He blocked out all outside distractions and concentrated on ideas for a weapon. With his new found knowledge about Dust, he now had an interest in it. Geni racked his brain looking for ways to incorporate Dust into Ragnorok. Unfortunately Geni could not think of anything that would work. He could not sprinkle Dust onto the blade, it would explode with the slightest of movements. The bell through Geni out of his thought and into reality. Lunch was over and it was back to class with him. He stood up and walked out of the cafeteria and made his way towards the locker room. He had Armory class next, pretty convenient for his dilemma. Geni's tail perked up slowly the fact that he would be able to improve his weapon. He smiled as he grabbed his weapon and walked out of the locker room and headed over to the Armory Class. Geni walked into his newly appointed favorite class. A lot of the students in he class were the ones that hour had seen fighting first period. "Should probably get to know some of them." He mumbled to himself. Geni got ride of any of his inhibitions and walked over to a body who had already taken a seat. It was a faunas kid just like him, which made feel a bit more comfortable. Geni strolled over to the faunas , placed Ragnorok on the worm table and took the seat to his left. "That's a nice weapon you got there." He said with a smile as he casually leaned back in his seat.</s>	<\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Ah, good to meet you, Sarina." Ben set his fork down, holding out a hand to her. He was a little surprised to be greeted by someone with knowledge of their defense, but he supposed it wasn't improbable. It did probably mean that she wasn't a regular student, though, given how recently they'd been admitted. "Surprised you heard about that, I've got to say. VPD and KPLT handled the end of it, but I guess Ozpin and Goodwitch thought it was worth a second chance." Well. Oz did. Goodwitch didn't look like it. A slight smile accompanied his response, but a loud bell rang before he could say anything more. His eyes moved from the door, to his food, and back to the door. Almost disappointed, he sighed. Looked like he wasn't going to actually get to eat all that much of his lunch after all. He carefully pushed his chair out and stood, picking up his tray and looking back at the group near him. "Guess that's class. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sarina, but looks like we've got to go." He crossed to a trash can in a few steps and dumped his tray, starting to retreat backwards towards the door. This was mostly so he could look at his team while he (slowly) left, but that was probably obvious. "I think we're splitting up for the afternoon. Pretty sure I've got Grimm Studies, so I'll see you guys when we've got a shared class. Or after the day's done, still gotta get our room assignment." Throwing Team Bastion a thumbs up, he turned and stepped out of the cafeteria, following the director notes towards his classroom. Grimm Studies was a fairly common class, as far as he knew, so finding it wasn't too difficult. He arrived only a minute or two later and took a seat near the front, leftmost edge of the classroom. His reasoning for the choice was simple; he was close enough to see, but also not near the center of attention.</s>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</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>
<\|description\|>Benjamin Lloyd Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged. Joyous Guard Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance B. Lloyd #8 of 7 An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings. Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration. Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura. Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. Color: Steel Gray Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.</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>