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<|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|>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> |
<|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|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz-- Hallway Navigation.
"Math next, huh..." the raven-haired teen mumbled to himself under his breath, shaking and stretching ought the light soreness that was the paltry remainder of his injuries sustained beforehand.
Well, that worked for him. Strangely enough, Math was typically the one subject he'd always reliably kept up in-- no top scorer in the class, of course, but he held his own far more respectably than, say, that one ill-advised year of computer science.
He shuddered at the mere thought of that hellhole. Impossible to focus on and impossible to comprehend without the entirety of his focus from start-to-finish:
A catch-22 straight from the maw of Loki himself!
Slinging his bookbag over his shoulder in that typically highschoolerish, nonchalant-looking way, Luke shook the demons free from his head and filed out with the rest of the class, freely partaking in idle chatter as any of the others came up with it.
Such was his way, as we all knew by now.</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - Hallway Navigation
A green-grey satchel slung across her body, her black jacket and checkerboard-grey skirt tidied up for a new semester, concentration utterly focused on a simple white booklet in her hands rather than the hallway around her, Gratia Mindaro appeared to be no less than another diligent student, familiarising herself with the mathematics curriculum one last time before she jumped in classes proper. The fact was, of course, that she had not actually found the time to read up on the semester's work until right after combat class, when she needed to distract herself from the irksome outcome of her spar. The frantic rush of arriving in a new country had been quite overwhelming as well.
Rates of change, differentiation of polynomials, integration ... so it appears there will be a focus on calculus.
That was not particularly worrying. She had touched upon the study during her time at Haven, and it was not something that she had experienced struggle with; in fact, the situation was quite the opposite - the Mistralese huntress had taken to the subject quite well. Not that it was surprising. She was superior in all aspects. That was a fact.
Gratia skillfully weaved herself around a student she would have walked into, eyes still scanning the booklet in her hands even as she stepped around the crowds moving to class. The incessant and annoying chatter of the youths were of absolutely no importance to her. There was no point in listening to what she cared nothing about, and the presence of her headphones around her head, quiet music flowing through the cans, was emblematic of her complete apathy for the unwashed, inferior masses.
She snapped the booklet shut, dropping into her satchel with a smooth motion. That was all she needed for now. Nothing more, nothing less.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz-- Hall Observation
Hm?
A familiar curtain of long, straight black hair brushed past him, the slightly taller Mistralese Huntress's longer strides eating up ground more quickly than his own.
Ah. Miss Gratia.
The astute observation was very nearly followed by a tap on the shoulder to grab her attention and offer congratulations for her victory over his teammate, but the fistic hunter-to-be thought against it, for a multitude of reasons, upon further observation. She was obviously preoccupied, what with the course guidebook in her hands being voraciously devoured by her mind one last time, and the headphones wrapped around her ears, filling her immediate world with just herself and her music as opposed to a hall full of people trying to talk...
Saving the odd metaphors for English Class a few periods away, he also reminded himself that she was quite clearly--and quite understandably--annoyed with the outcome of her match against Cian. Bringing that up again and yanking her out of her own brief period of time before the next class to do it?
Poor form. Definitely poor form.
I don't want to have a hole stared through me again!
And so, he allowed the outstretched hand to drop back into his pocket, keeping on pace as normal.
It was all a matter of timing, and now wasn't the time.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
Emerald Felicia - Hallway Navigation -
Emerald had been resting in the stands, watching any last matches as it was announced that it was time to move onto the next period. Emerald seemed to become visibly depressed when she saw the words 'Math'. What did a huntress need math for anyway? To count how many grimm they killed? She thought it was dumb.
Still, she made her way there, though more slowly and with far less enthusiasm as she had for combat class. She decided to think about something else, like the duel she was going to have with Krysthane after classes. It would be glorious, she just knew it.
With the impending doom of math class forgotten, she became more upbeat as she skipped and dodged passed various students as she made her way down the halls. She noticed that she was quickly approaching the Luke guy who had fought against Shiro in combat class, and that Gratia was a bit further ahead...though Emmy didn't really want to get too close to Gratia she was kind of scary.
Luke though...she didn't really know much about him, other that what she'd seen when he and Shiro dueled. So she caught up to him, matched his pace and sort of just stared at him with big, curious eyes.</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue - Hallway
Though Sangue had lost, she was glad that she did not lose within thirty seconds of the battle. Fighting without complicated surroundings was something she definitely needed to improve upon, as she will not always have something to confuse her opponents with.
She had to wonder, however, whether "Emmy" would do something drastic to her when she enforced some sort of friendship upon her.
The Huntress quietly entered the hallway and shifted amongst others, using the people around her as a guide toward her Math class.</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Ben really, really didn't want to move. His body hurt, and he'd only gotten the trickle of blood wiped off his face a few moments before. But given the fact that he wasn't technically incapable of going on to his next class, he was going to have to. BASL's leader pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his bag, stepping out into the hall after Goodwitch's closing words. He spotted Sangue, not far away, and followed after her. He was pretty sure Lauren wasn't far behind him, but he hadn't seen Amy for a while.
The fight had been great, though. Even if it did hurt like hell afterwards. Calculus probably wasn't going to be anywhere near as interesting.</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|>Jack Orpheus
Jack Orpheus | Math Class
"Aaauugh, maaattthhhh...", he groaned. He really showed it, he took his sweet sweet time to get to this class, and by the time everyone was in, he was just entering the classroom. It wasn't that he was bad at this or anything, it was just... Boring. It's all numbers, there's no leeway, everything is too decided for his liking. He took his seat next to Luke, who seemed to be shivering. He wasn't really listening at the time either, so he didn't notice the sharp commentary from the little lady in one of the other seats.
"Huh? Luke, you that scared of math too? Is the AC on too high? Why're you shivering?", he inquired as he slumped into his chair. Unenthusiatically and sluggishly, he pulled his notebook out for class as he waited for a response. It was strange seeing him move in such an imprecise way.</s>
<|message|>Napoli Fiordilatte
Napoli Fiordilatte - Math Class
Sapphire's outburst elicited little more than mental chuckle from Napoli, he had dealt with a lot worse and the young huntress was obviously still in a bad mood. Although if there really is a silver spoon keeping me from sitting down, why does she then want me to take a seat? She said I couldn't herself. Actually more importantly, can I sell that silver spoon, isn't the value of silver on the rise these days. I could probably put the money to good use. I mean, I could ask her, but... A single glance told him all needed to know about how bad an idea that was, that said he did make a mental note to find someway to apologize or at least figure out why she despised him so much. It wouldn't do to be making enemies on his first day of classes.
And then Gratia had a little outburst of her own, right on time. Gratia-tous swearing, check. Flat voice, check. Irritation, check. Evil glares, check. Honestly the only thing missing so far is a sucker punch to the gut. For his part, the sniper paid little heed to the beginning of the outburst, letting Gratia make an ass of herself before responding.
"Hey now," Napoli chuckled as he leaned back into his chair, "At least I didn't require a forfeit to win. Full marks here, one might even say I Rode it to the bitter end. If you really wanna complain about the fight, go to the professor or my partner. Since I'm well aware you care so much." The last few words were laced with a mocking tone.
It's kind of hard to disappoint someone that's dead. This response however did not reach anyone but Napoli, and if Gratia's words had affected him in any way, it didn't show.
Leaning over to the side, Napoli diverted his attention away from Gratia for a moment. "By the way Signor Schwarz, I told you so. Like I said, stay away from this one."</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics
"I let your daddy do the caring for me."
Gratia leaned forwards once more, already moving to open up the heavy textbook lying on the desk before her. Her fingers rapidly flipped through the pages, the flitter-flutter of paper distracting her from the rest of the room. She really didn't have the fucking patience to care right now, no matter if it was some ego-filled comment from ... the cheese-eating member of the team sitting beside her, or if anybody else wished to receive her attention. There was no need for her to deign herself to socialise in a fucking maths class - all that was necessary was to take down any notes and complete any assigned work.
So there was the calculus section of the book.
Material she was already relatively familiar with.
Beacon's textbooks, however, seemed to prefer functional notation over the Leibniz that was far more common back in her homeland, but personally she actually considered the former to be far more streamlined and simpler to use. One could only go so far in defining u and v in order to master the chain, product and quotient rules before it became all too boring to undertake. Mathematics was far more tolerable if one cut down on the amount they needed to write.
>The graph of f(x)=x^3 - 4x^2 is as shown.
>>Find f'(x)
That was simple. F'(x)=3x^2 - 8x.
>>Find the gradient of the tangent of the curve at the point (2,-8).
A tangent's gradient would be the rate of change of the graph at that point. The Mistralese huntress would simply need to calculate the graph's gradient at x=2 in order to obtain her answer.
F'(2) =3(2)^2 - 8(2)
=12 - 16
=-4
∴tangm =-4
>>Find the equation of the tangent at the point (2,-8).
A follow-up. This was ... excessively simple. But then again, it was admittedly the second week of the semester (and her first as an exchange).
y-y1 =m(x-x1)
y-(-8) =-4(x-2)
y+8 =-4x+8
y =-4x
>>Find the coordinates of the point Q where the tangent crosses the curve again.
y=-4x and y=F(x)=x^3 - 4x^2
∴-4x =x^3 - 4x^2
0 =x^3 - 4x^2 +4x
=x(x^2 -4x +4)
=x(x-2)^2
∴x=0, x=2
∴F(0) =(0)^3 - 4(0)^2
=0
∴Q is (0,0).</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Ben acknowledged the tap on his shoulder with a slight nod, eyes locking onto Sapphire after her little temper tantrum. BASL's usually laid back leader was alert, his gaze was sharp, and he was not smiling. He leaned forward in his chair, clearing his throat by means of preamble, and directing his focus towards her.
"Hey, Gemstone." He pointed with an unusual choice of finger to get her attention, and kept it there once he knew he had it. Insulting people for no reason, whether it got under their skin or not, was not something he was going to tolerate. "Lay off. No one wants to deal with your salty little tirade. We get it, you've got a chip the size of the damn continent on your shoulder. Doesn't mean we want to listen to it. So kindly be quiet."
He turned to face Luke and Shiro, facing his shoulder towards Sapphire as a clear dismissal of whatever she had to say, and gave a wide, friendly smile. The proffered hand was, ironically, the one previously used to hit Lauren repeatedly in the face. Its purpose was much kinder now. "You're Shiro, right? Great to meet you. I was just talking to Luke about your match. I'm Ben, from Bastille. This is my team. Bunch of jokers, honestly, but they all mean well."
Ben took the paper and pencil from Luke, passing it along to the next person in line.</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|>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>
<|message|>Grane Blauer
Grane Blauer
"I will try my best...Sir."
Grane wasn't sure how to greet the headmaster, so he assumed it was like meeting any other superior. Even if the headmaster turned out to be casual with his students, Grane didn't want to run the risk of making a bad impression, especially if the Headmaster was one of those types who cared about proper titles. He merely followed suit with his teammate, Delta. The Headmaster's demeanor in Grane's opinion, was scholarly. Yes, while the headmaster did seem to have an air of authority, it was unlike those in the military. He was not as forceful, nor did he flaunt much power. For a headmaster of Hunters, he'd assumed that the headmaster would be extremely authoritarian. Grane quickly swiped the scroll and inspected it to make sure it was in proper working condition.
A scroll was oddly alien to him. Was he supposed to use it to find their supposed leader, Robert Fallson? Turning it on only led to more questions than answers. Mail, search, home? Grane threw the scroll into his bag; He'd figure out how to use the blasted thing later. Maybe someone from his "team" could get it sorted out. Perhaps Delta could. Unlike Grane, Delta seemed to navigate the scroll with ease. Humans were good at technology, though he wouldn't admit that out loud.
But the academy seemed eventful today, with who he assumed was a student rushing into the office.
"Sir, Whatever you order, I will follow to the best of my abilities. Basically what Delta said."</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
Diamond was watching the processing. Unlike others she was in no hurry to go help the person, fuck no! What if whatever he was dying of was contagious? She was all for helping people, but she always came first. If Oswald and... Manganese guy fancied growing black eyes, good for them, she'll be right here. Other people can get creepy sick, people actually paid for it. Emerald seemed to have a similar idea, kissing the floor right after returning her hat. Note to self: No horror movie nights unless planning revenge. the thief though as she bent down, loading the unconscious cat over her shoulder and heading for their dorm.
Once there, she put the faunus on her bed and went to fetch a glass of water for when the lights turned back on. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she gave Emmy a look: "You know, this is the second time in two weeks you were out cold and I had to haul you here. I'm thinking maybe a scary night is in order to make you a bit resistant to things." She chuckled, "Not taking you out drinking agin though, you're hopeless there and a mean drunk."</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
"Little stress is part of the job." Ben's neck cracked quietly as he stretched, making him wince internally about the last time he'd heard that sound. Still, he felt marginally better than he did when that fight ended. He wasn't actively bleeding, and the Tylenol was doing wonders to at least keep him from noticing how sore he was. The young man looked over at his teammate, relatively focused (more than he was, at least) on her paper, with a half smile. "Thanks for the concern, though. It's not too bad. Might actually be good for me, all things considered. Forces me to goof off a little less. Work ethic was always my weakest point."
"And of course we're friends." His half grin widened, replaced by a bright, friendly grin. "Not just friends, either. You're my teammate. Means I trust you to watch my back, and as much as someone else'd probably do a better job, you can trust me to watch yours."
His grin expanded to rival the Cheshire Cat. "Though with the egos in this room, even I'm better than the alternative."
The music had been an increasing volume in the background for a while now, but one he'd been trying to tune out. When it finally grew loud enough to overcome his attempts to ignore it, half the class was already vacating the room. Amy's hearing was making things much worse for her, and his eyes narrowed.
"Any chance Amy can move?"</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|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt looked over at Sapphire and frowned. He didn't like this girl very much, she seemed to be a very negative person. He was going to ignore her for now but he didn't think they would ever get along.
"I have a saying that I typically stick by. The first impression should always be great, cause it may be the last as well. That's why I'm a little stressed about how I'm coming off to everyone." Cobalt explained to Oswald after he told him to relax. Then Gren came back and Cobalt tilted his head.
"Wait what? I'm the leader?" He thought back to his initial conversation with Headmaster Ozpin and frowned.
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One Day Ago
Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster explain where he was going to be staying and such. As he zoned out and thought about how cool Beacon was, Ozpin continued to talk."You will be the leader of your team and as such will be responsible for all of them. They are on a mission but should be back later today." Cobalt vaguely acknowledged all of this as he thought about whether or not he should make a welcome back feast. Nothing too big probably. Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time.
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Present
"Oh yeah. Huh." Cobalt really should've played better attention when Headmaster Ozpin was talking. "I am not the type of guy to go blindly charging in. Unless I'm bored and I have at least a 96.438152 percent chance of winning the encounter. Then yeah I'll probably go charging in blindly." He smiled at the end of that statement and drank some more water. He put the glass backed down and his eyes twinkled. "I'm far from stupid."
Gren mentioned a party and energy practically began to radiate off of Cobalt. "Are we heading to any bars? I've been told I'm a fun drunk." He did not come from a town with good nor strict bouncers. Alcohol was a very available thing for him. "Wait who's Sapphire's uncle?"</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Vega Venetia – VGNB - Deli N'Doul
After getting out of History Class, Vega proceeded to open her scroll to getting a message from Gratia, in her usual manner.
>Beryl Harken, Otter Faunus.
>Likely swordsman.
>Currently in the dorm.
>Work on your fucking grammar.
Tsk. Vega was not in her content mood. Taking a trip back to Mistral in the morning and coming back to Beacon made her somewhat irritable. Either way she responded back, typing on her scroll…
>You should learn how to write in full sentences. ;)
…ending with a witty comment.
Vega then proceeded to the cafeteria until learning from nearby chatter of a new deli. When she entered the deli, she saw the tiger-faunus…that same person and the same Orc faunus that wrecked the dining hall on her first day. It seemed the tiger-faunus was at his antics again in air towards the Orc faunus, as she looked at the Deli's menu from afar annoyed at the sight of them as she continued to keep her face of contentment.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane grinned happy that he willing to spend some time together, as they entered the shop she saw that many people already had the same idea. She briefly debated whether they should sit by themselves or with someone else but the decision was essentially taken out of her hands when she heard someone, Gren? Call them over. Shrugging Krysthane replied to Abel, "Guess we can join the party over there." she said as she made her way over to the rapidly expanding tables. To her surprise just as Gren came back to the tables from somewhere he was suddenly attacked by a... what seemed to be an overly friendly faunus. "One sec." she muttered to no one in particular as she took her scroll out and whipped out a message to the other two members of her team, as Sepia was already here.
While her scroll was open she quickly checked names and appearances that way she knew who everyone was. Of course she had done that when she first got here but double checking never hurt. After what she hoped counted as a relatively brief look at her scroll she stashed it and looked around. It seemed like half the school was crammed into the Deli already. Krysthane turned at the sound of Gren making an announcement, apparently they were going be bringing Gren's friend on a tour throughout the city. She immediately thought of what little experience she had with the city, maybe she could get those guys at the cat cafe place to give them a ride. They had bragged about having some nice rigs, she was sure they wouldn't mind sharing.
Krysthane would have to visit them as soon as their 'night on the town' started. She turned to Abel while she waited for her other teammates to show up, "Hey do you have a ride for tonight? If not then I might know some people we can borrow vehicles from for the night." Krysthane offered. Then she called out, "Hey Sepia, could ya come over here for a second?" Assuming the friendly faunus came over Krysthane would explain, "You know those guys from the cat cafe on our last mission. I'm going to see if I can get rides from them for whoever needs them, sound like a plan?" Krysthane ended her explanation with a question because being leader was good and all but she hated making decisions without some sort of feedback.</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
"He'd better, that match means he's going to be low on Aura for the next half a week." Said cap commented, plopping down at the same table as his teammates with a tray of food in hand. Exactly when he arrived in the cafeteria was much harder to determine, but he clearly hadn't had any trouble finding his teammates. Not that he usually did. Even in a massive crowd, they tended to stand out. He casually picked up his piece of pizza and took a large bite, looking from Lauren towards his left, to Sangue towards his right, before back to Lauren. "He didn't really expect to be fighting Lizzie fucking Borden. Sound like anyone you know, Lauren?"
Not bothering to stifle his grin, he took another bite of his pizza. "Amy's doing much better. Gave her an Ibuprofen and instructions to keep hydrated and rest. She'll call if she needs us."</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|>Cian Kuze
Cian Kuze - Armory Class
Hearing the assignment Cian knew what she wanted to do she had the idea of something for awhile now so guess now was the perfect time to try and build it. Though first she quickly put together Byakko before putting it away and the blue prints back into her large jacket she wore over her uniform. "I did build Byakko myself bilt and designed personally." She answered the question as she quickly went back into her pockets and pulled out a pair of large goggles that looked like it was meant for aviation. The Cyan lenses gleamed slightly under the light of the class room her idea was a two part set goggles to process multiple visual effects among others and a head set of sorts to pick up any signals or other such things. Though the question remained on how she first wanted these to be usable for battle and so one thing she wanted to set up was a targeting aide that helped keep track of trajectory and all that. With a small sigh she pulled out another piece of rolled up paper and slid it open across the desk. It was a pretty old design one she had created to be hooked to her weapon to aid with the firing rate and path needed for Byakko's many forms. Now all she had to do was expand upon it somehow she supposed.</s>
<|message|>Jack Orpheus
Jack Orpheus | Grimm Studies
"Sweet, sharks", as powerful as the Megalodeus seemed, it was kind of cool. As he listened on the class, it seems they were to... Hunt this thing? Under water? If there was anything Jack knew, it was that water was bad for him, specifically under water. His speed wasn't so useful there. There seemed to be some equipment to deal with it, and it wasn't like his Semblance was actual lightning so he could still use it underwater, but it was incredibly lowered in effectiveness. Maybe he can compensate with equipment or additional equipment. They must have something that can make his daggers a little more effective underwater.
Fortunately, it was to work as a team to take one down, so maybe they can make a plan to compensate... None of his team was in this class though unfortunately. They were all in Armoury. So what options did he have for a team here...?</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies
After departing from her teammates, Sangue found herself droning away in her Grimm Studies class.
At least, she thought she would.
For Professor Port decided to go ham by taking them to a pool containing an underwater Grimm creature. Apparently, it was dangerous enough for Port to tell the classmates to group up and take it on afterwards. A plan...? She would think about one once she fully prepared herself.
The red-haired woman looked down at her robes.
It would definitely get in the way within water.
"I," she began, but she quickly silenced herself. Turning around, she headed over to the locker rooms and undressed. As a Huntress whose only goal was to be prepared to face threats that could end anyone's life, she did not mind being unfashionable. All she needed was her blade and her claw.
The woman checked to make sure her clothes underneath her robes were sufficient for the lesson and left the locker room. She donned a sarashi over her chest, a sufficiently-long white cloth wrapped over the disgusting bridge between her shoulder and her claw's mechanism. The red-haired woman also wore a short white hakama. With a scabbard for her katana wrapped around her waist, the warrior walked to the pool.
She remained silent as she stood still, wondering if she could simply assist a team from the sidelines.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz -- Armory
Glancing up from his very rough sketches of the classic piece of Saiyan technology (and outing himself as never having a future in art), his eye swiveled back over to Cian beside him, already hard at work on some contraption infinitely more complex than his.
"Really? All by yourself?" he asked again, needlessly. Looking from her quick, clean schematic back to his wayward scribbles, the discrepancy here couldn't be more obvious. Like his and, say, Aoki's Math Grades back in High School...
When Math wasn't too brutal even for me.
"That's... amazing." He replied, in a tone colored much more soberly than usual by the second, third, and fourth thoughts about taking this class swimming throughout his mind. He really, honestly, hadn't expected to have been expected to already have experience, expertise, in such an area where you'd think it expedient to ensure that even those starting from nothing had explanations supplementing their exploration. Seriously, wasn't there an intro class for this?
Maybe in Signal's curriculum...
I should ask April. Or Mom.
"So, it seems like you're really in your element, here."</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
All things considered, this really wasn't shaping up to be Ben's day. A hell of a brawl first period, and even though he didn't lose it, he came out of it feeling like he'd been put through a meat grinder. Headache was mostly gone, but he was still running at spectacularly low Aura. He'd popped both reserves, which meant both batteries were sucking at his slowly replenishing levels like damned camels at an oasis. He wasn't even in the green, he was hovering in the high oranges. And his batteries had what, ten percent each? Even if he popped both that second he'd barely be over his usual supply. Add that to the chaos at the end of Math, and now he had to fight a Megalodeus. In water.
This is a terrible idea, Ben. BASL's leader reminded himself even as, to no one's surprise, he started unbuckling the additional pieces of armor he wore over his clothes. And from there, he ditched most of his heavier clothing, leaving behind enough to preserve modesty without weighing him down. He took a second to tuck his gear into a locker, then stepped back out onto the poolside ground next to Sangue. He was lucky enough to have a teammate in the class, but he'd realized something very quickly; Sangue's claw was going to make it very hard for her to swim, let alone take effective action underwater. The thought had been occupying the back of his mind while he changed, along with his own weapons underwater. Caletfwlch was going to be next to useless, he would want to stick to his tonfa. Their shotguns wouldn't be very effective underwater, but the recoil would still help him move a hell of a lot faster than if he had to stick to swimming. Deinamig would do the same in a pinch.
But...
"It might be best if you stuck to those pads, Sangue." He commented, gesturing towards the pads floating on the water. "Your claw can probably get one of us out of there fast, if it's going to catch up. But it won't help you out underwater."
Ben gave an apologetic look before he flipped his tonfa to a reverse grip. Slashing would be pointless, and this way he could boost speed with the shotguns. "No offense. You just might be better suited for support this go round."</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|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate - Dorm
Once Abel's surprise at Shiro's unexpected entry and removal of clothes had worn off, he maintained a level of confusion about the same as Sapphire. All he could offer in response to her question was a bemused shrug. The thought flashed through his mind: without his usual armor on, shrugging proved to be a much more enjoyable feat. He made the resolve, then and there, to try and do it more often when unencumbered. "Don't know. But I doubt he would. Only two places to swim on campus, Port's probably got another Megaladeus in one and the other's a sheer drop off the airdocks."
The wheels in the guardian's head began to turn. Where and why exactly would a cat faunus go swimming? On the edge of his mind, the semblance of an idea took place, but try as he might he could not recall the details. "Must have lost something before traveling recently," he decided at last. "Don't know what though." A dubious glance shot Sapphire's way. "You goin' to Gren's party thing? Also, I had no idea you were in here. Um..." On the off chance she hadn't noticed, he elected to not mention that he'd released a quiet flatus about a chapter back in his book. Hey, he'd thought he was alone. "Your power, I guess."</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms
The ballpoint pen clicked shut with a resounding sense of finality. It paused against the surface of her notebook, almost frozen in the moment. Gratia looked back up, her onyx eyes once again staring at Luke Schwarz' face. She was watching him, studying the twitching of his muscles, her impassive gaze resting upon him for several long seconds.
"That will be the end of this phase of the experiment then," she said, voice still as flat and emotionless as it had been before.
Bringing about positive emotions in other people was far more difficult than its antithesis, and Gratia Mindaro could not care less for expending such effort on such a trivial matter. It was beneath her to bother, and the experiment itself was not so urgent that she would fucking try and cheer or amuse Schwarz just so his hair could do a loop-de-loop that defied common sense. Her results had already lived up to her expectations so far, and any further observations were not necessarily required.
Good science however, would only occur if she followed up on it.
And she refused to do lackluster work.
That meant she would have to continue her observations of Luke Schwarz at a better time, but it wasn't as if the Mistralese girl had anything better to fucking do.</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms
Vega opened the door into her Dorm, when she came upon the sight of Gratia…and then two other individuals, one she did not know of, one of them with a piece of his hair standing upwards. She took a glance at the Otter Faunus, as this was Bianca replacement…respectable but common clothing to Vega tastes. Perhaps this Mistral faunus was a member of the lower class but she knew not to open up with questions and remarks like that only until they reveal who they truly were. Her anger towards Gratia when she upstanded her in an entire class had died down, she was still annoyed by her though but relaxed herself by discarding all thoughts of cheese man and Ms. Gracious upstanding her.
"So what's up" as she said it to everyone in her dorm, with a calm friendly demeanor.</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm
The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily.
Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement.
"..."
The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored.
Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still.
Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair.
"S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room."
"Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"</s> |
<|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|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks
After receiving a bemusing and noncommittal response from Sapphire, Abel opted to leave her alone and make his way toward the airdocks to find the others and hopefully get the party started. The evening wouldn't last forever, after all, and now that he'd pledged himself to having a good time Abel was determined to make adequate use of every second.
On the way, he began to feel a strange and uncomfortable sensation in his pants. At first, he dismissed it as one of those random feelings, but the second time it happened the guardian reached down to investigate. He slipped his hand into his left-side pocket and in short order encountered a bizarre object which he then attempted to grasp a hold of. Now stopped completely and standing in the middle of the hall, Abel slowly withdrew a long, wriggling, furry shape from his pocket and a few seconds later finally identified, to his very great surprise, exactly what it was.
Fun!
"Oh, hi, Scoot. Rooming with me today?" Abel held the ferret beneath the arms, just the way the online guide said how to, and watched the little beast's bottom half stretch down ward. "Wow, you're like a living slinky. Don't tell any of the others, but at this point I'm pretty sure you're the best thing ever." He put the ferret on his shoulder and started walking again, grinning as Scoot nipped gently at his ear. "Seriously, I never knew little weasels could be so great." Now more or less happy, Abel continued on toward the airdocks.
He beheld Gren, Cobalt, and Ebon, waved, and then stood off to the side to wait for things to start. With Scoot around, he had something to occupy himself as he stood by, and did not in fact notice when Sapphire, Delta, and Grane arrived. The conversation between Sapphire and Gren went totally unnoticed, as important as it was.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Gren let the topic of Sapphire's family go for now, getting her to speak a decent paragraph to him. She likely doesn't like him very much now, but at least he opened the door to further potential. Abel was soon arriving, but before he could greet his friend Sapphire turned her weapon on Ebon, which honestly confused Gren. Unaware of Ebon's telepathic powers Gren was worried that he might have annoyed Sapphire to the point that she was looking for blood now. "Whoa whoa whoa! I know Ebon can be an ass but what's this all about Sapphire?" Even Grane arrived to this unfortunate scene, and Gren needed to quell it quickly somehow. He couldn't quite just ignore Sapphire, knowing thinking that it may be his fault for getting her riled up like this. And he certainly didn't want Grane and the others to start fighting amongst each other right now. "Well hey, looks like everyone is here! Some of us were having a hard time waiting, but now that the guest of honor has arrived we can head into the city. Just got to wait for the next airship and I'll take you around town. Let's head over there, and we'll take about where we're going to hit up first."</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Gym + Duel
Krysthane grinned and muttered under her breath, "Won't I?" As soon as Emerald left the ground Krysthane leapt into the air herself, propelling herself upward with a mighty jump, aided by a powerful jet of water, along with a quick reduction of her own gravity. Since Krysthane had already been prepared to jump before Emerald was and since Emerald had to get both into the air and over Krysthane, Krysthane should be able to intercept her easily. And she did so by using her arms to flip herself forward, bringing her back leg into a powerful axe kick aimed directly at the center of Emerald's chest.
This was already exciting, Krysthane waited eagerly for the solid collision of her boot with Emerald's aura. Then, somewhat belatedly, she realized that she may have over-committed to an attack when her opponent could easily move into the air and could quite possibly move out of the air. Oops?</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
"Look, Lor," Ben paused a second, as if reflecting on what he'd done. Thinking about what he had said. No, no that didn't work. Bad nickname. Back to the drawing board for everyone except Amy. He still had no idea what nickname to derive from 'Sangue', and 'Lorena' wasn't much better. Lauren was more casual, but no shorter. And BASL's leader was off track now. He shook his head once, refocusing and fishing another energy drink out of his nightstand. "Lauren."
"We're not going to find anywhere for that on campus. If we're going with that plan, we'll have to hop an airship to Vale." He glanced at the time on his scroll. "They run pretty much 'round the clock. We can make the next one if we want. Can run the few errands we have to do. Pick up some more painkillers. Get food. I don't think we've done a team burger run yet."</s> |
<|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: Gym + Duel
Krysthane raised her arms defensively as a blast of air slammed her backwards. Shaking her head Krysthane looked up to see herself facing a massive cannon pointed directly at her. Fight or flight? Precious moments ticked by as Krysthane stared the cannon in the face.
Then she grinned, dodging would probably be futile and she wasn't the kind of girl to run from a challenge anyway. Krysthane stomped both feet on the ground and squarely set herself to receive what would no doubt be a monstrous blast. "ALLLLRIGHT!" Krysthane yelled and stood there resolutely, hands at her side letting her body take the full brunt of the blast.
The beam collided with her aura with a terrifying amount of force, slowly pushing her back. Krysthane dug her feet into the ground determined to weather through the blast, she could feel herself weakening. Krysthane let one last senseless roar out as the blast broke through her defenses and she was sent flying back crashing into the far wall of the gym. Krysthane viewed Emerald fallen from through blurry vision, "Heh, always wondered what rainbow tasted like..." was all she managed to say before she too collapsed to the ground, unable to keep consciousness any longer.</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian Kuze - Range
"I been here for the last 2.5 hours" Cian muttered as she let out more shots hitting the two targets that appeared behind her by bending her body backwards and firing. This was getting to be a bit troublesome with the angles they were appearing at but that was actually good no enemy after all will just swarm you from up front. Thing was really picked up Cian noticed as she saw more flank from the sides before she spun around slicing through one with the blades on her rifle before shooting the other. "So why are you looking for this team may I ask? It seems odd that a single senior would go out of their way to look for a team unless they had a reason." Cian asked as she continued what turned into a impromptu survival battle against fake grimm cutouts.</s>
<|message|>Jorie Ngo
Jorie Ngo - Pool
Jorie sighed to herself, kicking her legs into the water as she stared into space. There seemed to be no one inside of the entire pool at the moment, and there she even checked the changing rooms! Well, except for the men's changing room for obvious reasons. So, with her rolled up pants, she continued to kick water into the air without any thoughts in her mind. Her paper thin antennae idly slightly twitching at the droplets of the chlorine water splashing on her face. She continued to do this until her hoodie started to vibrate once again with her stomach glowing from the brightness of the scroll. The vibrations through her body soon enough brought her out of her spell, regaining her consciousnesses from the calming waters. She tentatively pulled the tablet from her hoodie, putting her face close to the screen to read the message. It seemed that Sarina couldn't find anyone at the rooftops, and the missing team was evidently not located within the pool. Using her human arm, she started to type up a message to her team.
>Sender: Jorie Ngo
>Receiver: JSSC JESS
"Uh?" Jorie questioned, confused by the auto-correct made by the tablet. She tried to type in JSSC once again thinking of it as some type of mistake, but it seemed to keep on auto-correcting itself to that acronym. She quickly tapped the screen a few times to check the people composed of this Team JESS to see that three familiar names popped up, but one stranger. "Who is Estellise" Jorie said to herself, hoping that she pronounced the strange name correctly. Staring at it for a couple of minutes, Jorie shrugged to herself about this new name for the team and the stranger.
>Sender: Jorie Ngo
>Receiver: JESS
>Body: Sorry, no luck at the pool. However, has anyone noticed the new name for the team? Team JESS? I'm kind of confused about this change... Can we go to back to the dorm to figure this out?
Getting up from her seat, she used her semblance dry her legs with the pressurized air, forcing the water to be shot off of her skin. She quickly rolled down her pants to cover her legs once again and headed for the exit. Jorie did find it quite strange to herself why she chose the dorm room, but she felt like that place would be less crowded than the empty halls as someone might intrude upon their conversation and might scare her in the process. Yes, the dorm should be empty of strangers.</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Ben tossed Amy the only set of clothes that were within his reach, given their relative proximity, but he wasn't paying much attention. Another Ibuprofen went down the hatch with a swallow of energy drink before the bottle went the same way as Amy's clothes. In times of scarce painkiller supplies, all shared. And man were supplies scarce, after the day they'd had. Amy's migraine, Ben and Lauren's mutual knockout in Combat Training... Sangue was the only one not currently suffering from one source of pain or another, and it was hard to say who had it worst.
Ben's money was on Amy. At least the rest of them had already passed the source of their pain. Amy's was a constant, never-ending noise. Still, Ben didn't waste much time thinking about it. More important things to be done, he reminded himself as he pulled his shoes back on. He hadn't bothered to ditch the rest of his uniform, so he was pretty much set to go. Though there was one thing he needed to do...
He grabbed Artorius and Lawnslot from their place next to his nightstand, and in a few deft moves, popped both of them open to remove two small cylinders. One of which he tossed to Lauren, the other he pocketed. "If you could carry that around while we're out, Lauren, that's be great. Mission soon, and I'm never going to be at 100% if it's leeching off of me constantly. I can take the other one."
Without waiting for a response, he pushed himself off of his bed and clapped his hands.
"Anyway. Bastille, let's get going!"</s> |
<|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
Kuhaku Shiro - Mission Control
Startled by the sudden hip bump from the much larger and heavier Gren, Shiro jumped and lost his grip on his Scroll. His ears and tail pointing straight up as he sputtered and made a series of odd noises. Fumbling with the Scroll in midair and coming dangerously close to dropping his second Scroll, Shiro smacked his palms together and managed to keep hold of the device gifted to him by Gren. Blowing out a relieved sigh, Shiro turned and smiled at Gren, "O-oh. It's just you. Y-yeah, I'm alive." Chuckling and scratching the back of his head, he added "Barely." Blinking curiously as Gren presented him with a steaming beverage, he pointed at himself and tilted his head. "Oh, is that for me? What is it?" Pocketing his Scroll he wrapped his fingers around the cup and warily sniffed at it. It smelled like some mixture of tea. Smiling as warmly as the liquid within the cup, Shiro was forever grateful and appreciative of how thoughtful Gren always seemed. Not waiting for an answer, he trusted Gren and made his decision. "Ah, thanks buddy!" Carefully blowing over the top of the drink container to cool it, Shiro slowly and carefully imbibed the caffeinated brew. A comfortable wave of heat washed over his body as the tea was consumed. Sighing, he grinned at his friend. "How'd you know I needed a pick-me-up?"
Standing there in silence for a moment, Shiro was happy to just be in Gren's company and sipping the delicious tea. It didn't take long for the caffeine to be absorbed into his bloodstream to begin its work. Already he was feeling worlds better than he had been the past couple of nights. When Sapphire arrived, Shiro's immediate knee-jerk reaction was to withdraw into himself but he stopped the feeling at the pass. Clearing his throat, he nodded at Sapphire and made a head motion to Kladenets and Perun stored on his back. "Ready as I'll ever be, Ms. Rode." Looking around, he asked the question that would probably be on everyone else's mind. "Has...anyone seen Abel? I haven't run into him all morning."</s>
<|message|>Ni Rensa Ryou
Amy winced as the loud sound of Lauren's voice ripped her out of dreamless reverie, one side of her upper lip pulling itself up off her teeth a little as her face contorted... Then she sighed, and sat up, blue eyes opening for just an instant before she rubbed them. Her vision fell to the left, to the glasses that Lauren had left her... and she smiled slightly, picking them up and scrolling the wheel back and forth slowly, watching the level of tint rise and fall.
She rotated, her legs slinging over the edge of her bed, then she hopped up and walked toward her dresser, bare feet padding across the rug she'd thrown under her space in the dorm room. She'd done laundry, and she was back to a full wardrobe. Jean cutoffs and a midriff baring top were the order of the day, and she pulled them on with ease--then put her sunglasses in the breast pocket of her shirt.
"Morning, Lauren," she said. "Thank you for the glasses..."</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Despite his own advice, Ben hadn't turned in early. He was awake even after the rest of his team had gone to sleep, sitting at his desk with Artorius and Lawnslot. Both had been given the once-over before Combat Class, but this was their mission. A once-over didn't cut it. The firing mechanisms for both shotguns were carefully dismantled and removed, piece by piece, for inspection and cleaning. Even after they were reassembled he took a few extra minutes to ensure that the mechanisms were functioning smoothly. Sharpening the blades came after that, and troubleshooting Caletfwlch came last. Caletfwlch in particular took a little time. The two needed to combine easily and quickly on the battlefield, so nothing less than optimal condition for the mechanisms was allowed. When all was said and done, maintenance had taken him a couple of hours.
Deciding what to bring with him was quicker. Breaking out the Dust rounds for class wasn't necessary, but he was going to take any advantage he had on missions. Without knowing what the mission was, he couldn't plan for it specifically. So it was best to cover all of his bases. Fire, Lightning, and Ice would do the trick. He'd prepared as much as he could have, but he couldn't help but feel like he should be doing more. Would have been better if he had the mission briefings ahead of time.
Somewhere around midnight he finally set his gear down on his desk, ready for the morning, and went to sleep. But it seemed like he hadn't received all of it yet.
The BaSTEEL Commodore-specs were on his bedside table, along with a hastily scrawled waiver. The latter of which he ignored (he wasn't signing anything Lauren drew up without a thorough reading), but the former had his rapt attention. Lightweight, given the tech that was in them, and they fit comfortably on his face. Even a quick glance at their features was impressive. He'd need to pick Lauren's brains over the design later.
Right now, it was time for missions. BASL's leader slipped out of his covers, but he instantly regretted having to leave the warm bed. The outside air wasn't cold, but in his state of dress, it was a lot less pleasant. He pulled his shoulders back, pushing his shoulder-blades as close together as he could, then twisted at the waist left and right. Each move helped him shake off the sleepiness in his muscles, and within a few seconds he had made his way to his bureau to get dressed. "Better alarm clock than I'd have thought, Negasi."
Throwing on his clothes only took a few moments, and only a second more to slip his tonfa into their holsters and stow their munitions on his person. The BaSTEELs had yet to leave his face.
"Everyone up? Ready to go?"</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|>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>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Mission Control -> Airship
When Abel arrived, Shiro was a little surprised to see him so flustered. It was seemed so unlike him. Had he been busy with something else beforehand? Ah, well. Nonetheless, it seemed his friend was having a rough morning. So, what was Shiro to do? Well, he already had his fill of Gren's tea. He was sure Gren wouldn't mind if he offered what was left to his pal and thusly presented it to the large human with a warm smile. Once all were present and accounted for, Sapphire gave the command to head out. Shiro relinquished the tea into Abel's possession to consume as he quietly following alongside his teammates.
Airship -> Trawl
Team Swansong all loaded up and en route to their mission location, the effects of the tea Gren had given him quickly wore off. Any moment of peace and quiet and Shiro found himself fading in and out of consciousness. His head sleepily bobbing before repeatedly jolting himself awake and shaking his head to try to cling to the living world. When Sapphire handed him and Abel a pair of earplugs, he took them without thinking and stared at them in his hand. It wasn't until Sapphire gave her explanation that he figured out what she had given it to him for. Unfortunately, they were regular earbuds. Unfit for his faunus ears. Rummaging through his pack in front of him, he came to realize that he had completely forgotten to bring his own pair and left them behind at Beacon.
"Gah, I'm such an idiot!"
Shiro berated himself.
Frowning and trying the earbuds on anyways, he was a bit worried when they wouldn't stay in very well and constantly fell out with the slightest movement. Removing them for now, he tried his best to not let on that they weren't fitting right. Listening as Sapphire spoke, Shiro realized two new things about his team leader. 1. She was afraid of water. 2. The person that she trusted the most out of the three of them appeared to be Abel when she named him their leader should anything happen to her. The tidbit about her having a phobia of water and drowning was interesting to say the least. He just shrugged when Abel was selected as the backup or co-leader. It didn't matter much to him. Looking up as Gren handed them all a newer version of the Rebreathers he had crafted, Shiro looked over the device in his hand and chuckled.
"Man, this would've come in handy a little while back."
Shaking his head, Shiro found the mask a home in his pack and put it away.
Yawning, Shiro struggled to remain awake, but only really caught bits and pieces of Gren's words. He and Sapphire seemed to be going over details, plans, advantages and disadvantages. None of which clearly got through to Shiro. Sapphire can't swim, got it. Gren sinks like a rock, got it. Something about some of Gren's weapons functioning and not, got it. Grimm. Missing people. Yawn. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He got the basic gist. To avoid letting on that Shiro preferred to just enter into a temporary coma, he decided to chime in about what he could contribute.
"I'm a pretty good swimmer myself, so if we need to go underwater I can tag-team with Abel. I won't be able to use my Dust attacks underwater, but everything else should be fine. On land I can maybe tag with someone else to track down the missing people. Really, it's all up to Sapphire where she wants to put me."
Him speaking probably only served to clearly show to everyone that he was ridiculously and unexplainably tired. His speech slurred and mumbling here and there. That was it. That was all the energy he had at the moment to utilize. Yawning again, Shiro immediately clocked out. Pulling his pack into his lap as a makeshift pillow, he stuffed his face into it as muffled snores were heard coming from him.</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
"Out here, it's either our imagination or a Grimm." The comment was more curt than anything Ben usually said, but he wasn't exactly in a joking mood. Their mission was a hell of a lot more difficult than he expected, and after seeing the Grimm scans he wasn't taking any chances. He kept Artorius and Lawnslot at the ready, eyes panning slowly across the landscape outside the refinery. Everything was still. Without any sign of their new friend, the land was as still as the grave.
But that was more worrying. If a Grimm had seen them without attacking, then they were dealing with a smart variety. Would have been a whole lot nicer if it was just a pack of Beowolves. "Amy, keep your ears open."
"Is the terminal off or locked, Jack?"</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|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
"Maybe for a little bit, but people don't tend to charge the batteries in vehicles. They only charge them when they're well and crapped out," said the person on both teams with the most experience inside a vehicle. "There's no telling if it would have enough juice long enough to get us all inside. It would only take a second, but that's a big door. If it slams down on someone's back because of a lack of power...well. Yeesh."
She stood back and surveyed the terminal briefly. She recognized a few parts, typical security lock stuff, just through shared DNA with garage doors she'd broken into. This was industrial grade, though, and more competently designed.
"I could give it a try. But I've seen enough horror movies to know that we're gonna be tinkering on it and then turn around to see some apocalyptic beast staring us down ready to snack. Soooo, Cap, what do I do?"</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Estelle Sidos Heurassein - Team JESS - Defending a Caravan
Estelle looking to her right as her male teammate attempted to distract the deathstalker below them. The air attempted to push her back but she did not stray. Her advanced, owl-like eyes taking aim at her target. She unsheathed her weapon, placing the blade horizontally in front of her. She channeled her aura for a few seemingly silent moments.
"Cover me." She shouted out at her teammates over the whirring of the aircraft. She leapt out into the air, using her semblance to increase her weight, quickly plummeting down onto the surface, her aim to provide a killing blow to the deathstalker below them.
---
A Friend in Need
The airship transporting VGNB set them down just outside of a large city, known to the team as Zephyr. It was well known for being part of the region where many noble houses were located, Nuit, and Dodici being the chief two. The flight over had taken awhile and for some time, they were able to see another Beacon airship transporting team JESS not too far from there own, as it was also headed towards Beacon. The intel that had been available was, they had Bianca's letter and their wits.
A message would be sent to Napoli's scroll from Ozpin,</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
"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> |
<|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|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Eventually the team arrived to Trawl, the town where their mission was based around. The sheriff met them first. He seemed a bit oddly dressed for a sheriff, but perhaps that's just the uniform around here. His weapon certainly seemed suitable for hunting big game, and perhaps more intimidating for small crooks too. A harpoon is no less effective against a thief than it is a grimm. The sheriff took the team to his HQ where he gave them the local map of the area with more additionally details, like were the rocky parts were, where Daisy was last seen, and what Gren didn't know, a small cave. It opened up into a bigger underground lake, and Gren guessed that's where the Siren had been operating out of. He assumed the cave was naturally acoustic and could echo the Siren's call out for the underwater lake to around the cave. Of course until they actually get there, all he could make was guess work.
"Talking to some of the locals would be helpful." Gren figured they had more experience dealing with these sort of threats by their town history than his team were. They simply were more specialized in the art of fighting Grimm. That and Gren wanted to get an idea of how many people were missing form this down due to the Siren's activity. Perhaps it's just his own pride making things complicated, but he wanted to save some people and have the town really glad they called them. Nothing wrong with some positive publicity after all, right? And after the miscommunication error from the last mission, Gren felt it was imperative that they get as much information about the situation first before they storm in guns blazing. "Has anyone else been taken or gone before Daisy?"</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
After being dropped off, Skyra extracted the business card Officer Midori gave them. "[email protected]? Does it get even cheesier?", she muttered out loud. She patted the wrinkles out of her skirt and looked over herself and eyed her teammates, too.
"So... do you think we actually blend in with our outfits?", she addressed to no one of her teammates in particular. "I mean... more or less, you three... since I planned on taking the high road." With a smirk Skyra pointed at the roof of a nearby building. "With my outfit, I can easily stay concealed up there and scout ahead and watch out for you."</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz -- Creative Mission-Based Title
Buoying her own odds?
Well, I gue--
"Okay, now you're just being mean!" he replied to her next jab indignantly, disconnecting a cable with some authority. "What kind of guy do you take me for, I have a right to defend myself!"
After all, he wasn't a doormat who would let himself be rolled over by anyone who wanted to make fun of him so easily.
"You were the one saying you were trying to put me in more danger anyway, trying to weigh down my odds." He continued in their verbal sparring session, his hands grasping the battery firmly and pulling up. "If you said you were trying to help yourself and not hinder me, I wouldn't have snapped. If that's the case, then I'll apologize. But--" he grunted, sentence interrupted by exertion as they dislodged the battery. "You can't say one thing and mean the opposite, and expect me to get it. That's unfair."
Why's she so intent on making me admit it, anyway?
This feels like a police confession coercion.
Don't I have the right against self-incrimination? I plead the Fifth!
"Let's get this thing back, the less time we spend out in the open, the better."</s>
<|message|>Grane Blauer
Grane Blauer
While stealth ops were probably his forte, Grane had to say he disagreed at the moment that they should go stealth, let alone split up. Yes, they may have only one person who could really take damage, but he'd rather take that than the odds of stealthily infiltrating in with no comms. Too much could go wrong. If one half got utterly wiped out, the other half would probably be screwed. The surviving half probably wouldn't even know the other half had been wiped out. Grane doubted any of them knew how to make smoke signals, even more so under combat, and using a heliograph system didn't really seem to be an option.
While Grane had hardly fought against grimm, the sound of a noisy helicopter was sure to get their attention as well. The grimm would most likely be riled up from the deafening sounds of helicopter rotors.
The way Grane saw it- His team was like an airborne unit at the moment. They had similar objectives- take a point with limited firepower and wait for reinforcements. The entire point of an airborne unit was to surprise the enemy in their own backyard, and wipe out opposition before they could mass together and eventually wipe out the smaller force, or at least delay them long enough for reinforcements to arrive.
"Robert, while I'm down to do this mission sneaky beaky like, we just don't have the comms to pull off a successful stealth raid. Yes, we could go in blind and hope nothing goes wrong, but it could. Waiting to grab some radios inside of the fort is not much of a safety net in my opinion, when we don't even know there are working radios there. I would suggest the most direct approach and drop into the middle of the fort. It might disorient the Grimm for a bit, long enough for us to take the base. We can get Delta into a elevated position where he can pick off the rest of the grimm assaulting our position, while we radio for help and hold the fort on the ground. Splitting up our forces with no comms for the first half of the op is not appealing to me. If something happens in that time period, the mission is FUBAR." Grane meant no disrespect, but he felt he needed to give some input before they all agreed on a half baked plan at best.
"That being said, if you feel like stealth is the best opinion, I will respect your choice of strategy." Grane wasn't really interested in the leadership position, nor did he want to start any drama with this new team. If Robert wanted to go ahead with this, fine, he'd follow orders. Didn't mean he had to agree or like them though.</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
"Got you." Bastille's leader answered Amy, taking a few steps to the right to cover the cardinal points left open by Luke and Amy. Shotguns up and at the ready, carefully sweeping across the extent of his domain in clear, calm pans. He could dimly hear their faint bickering, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Normally it would have been funny. Right now he was too on edge. It was easy to understand, though. It was their way of relieving stress. Keeping cool and collected.
He couldn't begrudge them that. But he really wished they'd pick up the pace.</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|>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> |
<|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|>The Phantom
Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm
Lauren stated something beyond Sangue's comprehension of life.
As the swordswoman wondered what the boxer meant, she soon found herself flying in the air, her eyes wide in surprise. She forgot that Lauren was going after her. She quickly regained control of her own self-consciousness as her idle expression returned all-too-quickly. The red-haired huntress landed, Lauren following up shortly after her.
Ben was pretty strong to throw people around like he just did. As expected of a leader.
Sangue stood near Amaranth, looking around the place she had just arrived in. She did not want to take any chances and relax at the moment.</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm
As soon as Lauren was in the air, something certainly not timed for the middle of her comment, Artorius was back in Ben's right hand. He had turned in the same movement to scan the environment behind him, looking to make sure that nothing crept up on him while he was alone. Which, frankly, he almost expected. Things had been too peaceful since the swarm in the first hall, and their adversaries seemed just opportunistic enough to wait for one of them to be isolated. He didn't see any, but he could still hear the pervasive sound of their movements from all around. The sound had a way of getting under his skin, making him feel a little edgy. He was more than happy enough to ignore Lauren's remarks when she spoke up, since it meant he didn't have to linger on the stairs alone.
It did raise another problem, though.
"Just saying," He commented, slipping Artorius back into its holster and getting a grip on the lowered chain. "That I'd really appreciate not being dropped. Good to go when you guys are."</s>
<|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Ebon took out his scroll and gave Officer Midori a message about the thug attack. All the while he kept a close eye on the thugs, his R-Types surrounding them ready to (Non-lethally) open fire if they try to make a run for it. While he waited, the cat that he took from the Cat Nap came up to him. Nonchalantly Ebon picked up the kitty and started petting it, but never took his eyes off the thugs. Now that he thought about it, this would be a good time to try to find out who these guys were. So Ebon had one of his R-Type Claws to search through the thug's pockets. Wallet, notes, receipts, anything that they can use to figure out who these guys belong to. Ebon took a seat on a nearby chair and stroke the kitty as if he was an evil villain. He was almost tempted to chuckle darkly, but refrained against it. It wasn't that funny.</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
"Popped, locked, and ready to cockblock...Doc," the ambiguously foreign new girl reported sunnily. She scooted along and stood on the toes of her boots, inches behind Amy and Sangue, to allow Ben to get a footing. Adjusting her BaSTEELs so that they weren't obscured by her bangs, Lauren found herself still clutching Lawnslot and tightened her grip around it reflexively. Something about the unfamiliar weapon nonetheless felt comforting to her, but she knew that not having it would cut Ben's effectiveness and half.
Plus she didn't wanna get caught with a gat if she could help it.
Flipping the tonfa in her hand, she held it back to her captain with a knowing smile and winked behind one of her tinted lenses.
"Iiiii think this belongs to you," she said, holding out the hand gripping the weapon. "And before I forget, take your tonfa too."
Heehee.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz
"I think we can all agree about that."
His response was moreso to Cian, and less to Jack. Granted, an ambush implied lower numbers and had far less of a chance of taking them down in a battle of attrition, but on the flipside of things, continuous waves tended to lack the surprise factor that an ambush did. And as every prospective martial artist learned—
It's the one you don't see that catches you.
Thusly, he wasn't so sure of an ambush being the preferable choice.
However at the end of things, there was no one way that would immediately absolve them of risk, and it'd be stupid of any of them to try and look for one during an S-Rank Mission. And while Luke held no delusions of his unimpressive intelligence being terribly far above any average metric in a developed nation, he still had enough savvy to recognize a fool's errand when the concept of it stared him in the face.
"So, I'll head out first, then."
He said it as if it were already agreed upon.
"I've got the most survivability out of all of us with my semblance, and if something jumps out at me either of you guys can pick it off from back here."
Actually...
No, nevermind. Asking Cian for another barrier would likely distract her from a quick response time with Byakko, which would be crucial if he did end up springing a trap after all. Better to not.
"Sound like a plan to you guys? It should spring any traps we'd need to worry about."</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm
"Gotta make a joke about everything, don't you." Ben asked rhetorically, taking back Lawnslot and flipping it once or twice in his hand before bringing it back to a normal ready position. The whole team was prepped and over the obstacle. He'd need to find where to deactivate the security feature, if they found any survivors up here. They wouldn't be willing to get tossed down a third of the staircase, at least not as willing as the rest of his team. Finding survivors was the priority, though. And making sure they didn't get added to the list of casualties. "Thanks for not dropping me, by the way."
"Amy, hear anything?"</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|>Shuai Taidan (帥 太丹)
Shuai Taidan
Before long, Team Canvas was finally together. The sun was still up and the forest was quiet. There were signs of grimm passing through the area, most of it large tracks. Some cobwebs of unusual size hung from the trees marking broodling paths, but they were spread far and irregularly. There was no signal here on everyone's Scroll, so they could not even use their devices to call each other over a network or access the internet.
The first of the team to interrupt the silence was, of course, the masked pyromaniac of the team, having exterminated a Nevermore mere minutes before. Taidan was bringing up the rear, terrifyingly long qiang resting casually upon his shoulder. While none could see his face, it was quite clear from his jaunty step that he was smiling. Beatifically.
"Do spider Grimm produce spider silk?" he asked, fingers tapping gently against the shaft of his weapon. "There would be a lot, wouldn't there?"
Enough to ... say, craft some rather dazzling garments from.
---
@Sho Minazuki @Onarax @Lucius Cypher</s>
<|message|>Varius Gilver
Varius Gilver
Varius landed well with a martial grace as expected of Hunters their level, ever observant he was more concerned why there was also a Nevermore here. Though it now lies dead, there was still the matter of reaching their destination, now that their main transport was down. It was likely they were going to be a little late, and given the nature of their mission, the sooner they got there the better. Their team member Shuai broke the silence. They would likely produce silk, considering this was a nesting type, them making their own nest with their webbing was very likely, and yes given the mission, there would be a lot.
"Very likely, and I would trust you to keep the swarms off of us too when the time comes", he responded promptly, dusting his clothes off before the team began to figure out which direction to move in.</s>
<|message|>Shuai Taidan (帥 太丹)
Shuai Taidan
"That goes without saying, Varius," replied the resident pyromaniac and pretty-boy extraordinaire (although aside from his flowing locks of pinkish-brown hair, it was exceedingly difficult to make out his facial features from behind the strange gas mask tightly worn over his head) with good cheer, immediately closing in on his teammate to throw a friendly arm around the other man's shoulder. "Any Grimm that comes close to us, and wham! The goose will have been cooked!"
Literally, of course, because that was the fate suffered by all monsters of the night that found themselves at the business end of his napalm-producing weapon. Although, the intense heat of the chemical compound would more likely result in overcooking, but the metaphor still applied nonetheless, albeit with an assumption that Chongli was capable of being utilised as a kitchen utensil. Taidan had yet to properly test such out, but it was an idea that was going straight on his list of things to do if trapped in a state of ennui.
It would be a truly fascinating experience! And he had a chef outfit lying around that would fit perfectly with such an activity.
"So what type of plan are we going for today?" he continued, still resting his arm upon Varius. "Want me to just flood the nest with fire, or ...?"</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
I hate you, Sloan.
In reply, her brother's words (barely a week old) rang in her ears: Should have gone to school, Lorena. You could build yourself a real weapon.
Not that part of her wasn't itching to just break out her kickboxing experience on this runty little fucks. She could feel the familiar itch already, and her chest was racing in excitement as she watched Ben's chain lightning crackle through the swarm. But then she saw him back up - and the part of her that Ben had driven to a draw days prior in combat class realized that the concession of ground was probably for the best. She slid backwards herself - but not before she had taken a knee and cleaved right to left with her axe, bifurcating a few Grimm. As they dissolved into shadows in front of the next row of Scavengers, Lauren stood and dipped backwards, landing on the tiptoes of her right foot besides Ben.
"So this whole mission is ass, huh, Cap?" she asked cheerfully. "Not the normal kind of ass either. The 'wow, every member of BASL has the best ass in school' kind. I mean the 'these little cocksuckers are gonna tire us out until they can swarm and chew our eyeballs out through our bomb-ass sunglasses' kinda ass. Hey, got any Ice Dust handy?"</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Benjamin Lloyd
"Think I do. What're you thinking?" BASL's leader answered, watching with some satisfaction as the rodents hit with lightning went down and didn't get back up. It hadn't taken care of them all, but the Dust round had done its job and thinned out a large chunk of the horde. He kept peppering the swarm with shotgun rounds while he retreated inch by inch, casting a glance over towards the team's ax maniac with a questioning gaze. Neither she nor Sangue could do very much about the horde, and despite he and Amy's efforts it was still coming right towards them. They needed some kind of idea, at least.
"Nice as it is to know you think I've got a great ass, it'd be real nice if it wasn't the last thing we all heard."</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
"Make us a quarter pipe out of the Dust," Lauren offered, bending over, beckoning, and tapping her left cheek tauntingly at the Scavengers. "Give ourselves a little protection, let 'em slip over each other trying to scale it. When they start standing on each other's shoulders like they're in a zombie movie, and they start scrambling over, we clear the fuckers out row by row."
Flicking her axe down to casually bat away a Scavenger's tool, Lauren took advantage of the Grimm's poor balance and punted it into the swarm, where it was swallowed up by the black mass held at bay by her captain and her stripper.
"Work smart, not hard, Cap~!"</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
"That... Could work." Was Ben's only comment, as he mulled the suggestion over in his head. An odd idea, but he didn't have anything better. And they really needed to do something. So he took one more step back, slid open the breech on Artorius, and slipped in an Ice round before doing the same with Lawnslot. The swarm surged forward, now that the firepower keeping them back was halved, but their advance didn't last long. Two reports reverberated through the air, only preceding the flashes of white light. The first couple of rows of Grimm were, actually, caught in the ice; the rest slid backwards on the rough quarter pipe shape that had been formed, acting as a bottleneck for the number of Grimm that could get up and over to reach BASL.
Ben ejected the spent shells, and used his new-found breathing room to reload with proper rounds. He flashed the other members of his team a quick thumbs up, then settled in to wait for the first wave.</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|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren wasn't sure whether it was a commendation of her quick thinking around the survivors or Ben's way of keeping her out of danger. Cap had to know she was the best on the team at that kind of range, and her Semblance practically eschewed Grimm attraction. What was Desire going to be able to do with Unchained Fury, short of lasso any wounded, delirious survivors around?
She took a deep breath and smiled at the man she'd been tending to.
Made sense, tactically. Leaving Amy and Sangue together with the survivors would leave them both looking to the other for direction. Lauren provided a good commanding presence; she practically spoke for Ben whenever he wasn't around, and sometimes when he was. The two halves of the team could keep each other on lock.
Didn't mean she had to love the hell out of it. But she could let it roll off her shoulders.
"Take care, babe."</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend
The half-corpses of the Dodici thugs proved little resistance as Gratia loaded them into the back of the SUV.
Bianca couldn't help but allow her smile to betray her. Gratia and Bianca didn't go shopping together. While she knew they weren't exactly going to be hitting up the latest in Mistralian fashion – she was still excited. She didn't say anything as Gratia loaded in the Dodici instead just waiting for her friend to rejoin her in the SUV and take her wherever they were going to go. She attempted to lick her cracked lips in order to offset how dry they were but it barely helped.
Looking down at herself she couldn't help but laugh. She was wearing a suit nearly five sizes too big and she just ached she was officially a hot mess. She absentmindedly rubbed the base of her wings as they were forced to spread out in the chair. She winced everytime her fingers traced the indents of the chains that had held her up for so many hours. She felt a small tear escape her eyes as she hurriedly swiped at it.
God damn it Bianca, Gratia doesn't need your shit
She did everything in her power to hold in her tears as she awaited her friend in the front seat.
VGNB – A nice Breeze
The Dodici Scion – after some time didn't seem to be waking up. He stirred every once in a while but consciousness seemed out of the old man's grasp. Beryl and Vega could clearly see the rest of the building. It still looked rather calm, no alarms had been pulled but Gratia and Napoli both seemed to be on their own and still separated.
Where and how they decided to go next would be their call.</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
"She'll be fine. And back in a sec." The brown haired Hunter-in-training flashed Lauren a quick, mild grin and waved at the SL half of the team before beckoning Amy on. The quip-and-wave combo was pretty cavalier, an excellent smokescreen for nerves gnawing at the edges of his cool composure. Five people unaccounted for. Chances were they were somewhere on this floor, and if they hadn't said anything after all the commotion... They probably weren't alive. Ben allowed himself a quiet deep breath, masked by the movement of drawing his tonfa. The mission was almost over, if they could just keep it together a little longer. No more walking through a creepy, dangerous facility looking for survivors. No more finding dead bodies. For today, at least.
He had Amy fall in behind him with a quick point, slipping out of the cafeteria and back into the hall. Still no more Grimm, at least that he saw, so there was no immediate danger. But best to be careful. Even if it was the nerves talking, gut instinct had a way of keeping you alive. He just hoped he could find the rest of the crew alive. Or at least... Intact. The corpse downstairs had rattled him a little, even if he didn't let it show. First time dealing with a situation like this was bound to be hard.
But he needed to concentrate. He was the Cap. He was Bastille's Cap, and that meant being the best.
The first residential quarters he reached were closed and locked up tight. Metal door, industrial style, probably meant to keep Grimm out in a scenario like this. Like the stairs had been. Still, he was stronger than a Grimm. "Amy, step back and cover me."
The hawk Faunus nodded, stepping back and aiming Unchained Fury's business end at the door. Artorius and Lawnslot went back into the holder, and Ben braced his hands against the door where he felt the most resistance; where the deadbolt probably was. A quick application of Deinamig to the arms snapped the bar with (relatively) minimal damage to the door or the frame around it, and left it free to swing. And after drawing Lawnslot again with his left hand Ben gave the door a light push, making it swing inward.
"Hello? We're from Beacon, here to help. Anyone in here?"</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|>The Phantom
Brewing Storm
It's cold.
Her clothes were already thin as they were, but the absence of only a part of it proved to quickly take its toll on her. Although she had a Semblance that resembled that of a snake, Sangue was... not really a snake. Neither was she an actual snake nor a snake Faunus; her body did get affected by things most human beings could be exposed to. She knew that she did not undress for no reason, for the survivors were on the verge of freezing to death, and she had a lot more energy to spare than they did.
A young man who she had not seen before (at least in her memories) thanked her for helping the survivors out. She felt a bit better about herself and nodded and turned back to the weakened person next to her.
Everyone sat close to each other, though Lauren gave the young man a strange look. Judging by the way the brawler looked a bit tense, the swordswoman deduced that her friend did not trust him too well at that moment. Said man soon got up and brought warm coffee, handing Sangue a mug and letting one of the survivors have a sip. She respectfully received it from him and sipped the warm drink before she watched him down the mug quickly.
"..."
Looking down at her mug, and then at the man's, she mimicked the way he drank from the mug, albeit with a blank expression held throughout the entire thing. Sangue let out a quiet cough as she glanced at the man who gave her coffee once in a while, intrigued by the lighthearted air around him.
The cold became less prominent than before thanks to the drink.</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend
"Vous êtes bête comme vos pieds."
Gratia Mindaro's fingers stopped moving, their rhythmic drumming falling silent immediately. The air grew harsh and uncomfortable, once more clouded with an immense fog of dirtied, sickly emotion. Bibere Vinum was active, greedily gulping down the very essence of her enemy's soul with the thirst of a dying man in an oasis. An eerie bloodlust had overtaken her, much as if she had found herself in the middle of a battlefield. Yet there was no battle here, no monsters she sought to slay, no fight to get her blood pumping, to give her the fulfilment and power very much craved. She had triumphed over Vitoria Dodici with insulting ease; there was nO FuN in crushing a crippled insect beneath her feet.
Instead, she despised it. A piece of scum; a filthy, mindless thing that thought itself human, and fell so far below the mark.
That was why she truly enjoyed this.
Watching it squirm.
"I could kill you," said the teenaged Huntress in a tone that could imply agreement, an undercurrent of distorted cheer running through her words, "but it should be quite obvious, even for a fucking funny farm escapee of all things, that, eurgh, i WaNT yOU alIvE ... for now."
It was unnecessary to leave Vitoria Dodici in the realm of the living. Removing the shitstain would be pest control ... charity work.
However -
A giggle.
"Come on, open that little mouth of yours wide. Just pretend I'm one of those million stinking cocks you gag on e̗̗᷁v̧̗̗e̗̗ͦr̛̗̗y̗̗̒d̮̗̜̗a̗̘̗y̗̗͌! It'd be a shame if I allowed Nuit to lower herself to trash of your level!"</s>
| <|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
So Millade went for the roof. That was Ben's observation, at least, once he could be sure that the body far below the base of the window couldn't be human. The dried blood on the wall said that whoever had climbed out (almost certainly Millade) was injured. Frankly, Bastille's leader wasn't too optimistic about her chances. If she'd been up there long enough for the blood to dry, she would have had minimal cover while the Grimm overran the facility. Still, they might have been too preoccupied with the other staff to check the roof. And, frankly, if this Millade was stubborn enough to shove a Grimm out a window instead of dying, then she might have been stubborn enough to stay alive.
Spite was a hell of an anesthetic.
Either way, he needed to either rescue or confirm her death. No way he was leaving anyone unaccounted for in this mess. He let Caletfwlch split again, just for the moment, while he slipped Artorius and Lawnslot back onto his belt. He'd need both hands free for climbing. He crossed over to the window in a few quick steps, pausing briefly to yell instructions back to Amy before he left. "Amy, get Moss out of her room and over to the cafeteria. I'm heading to the roof for Millade. Tell Lauren where I went, she'll tell you what to do from there."
"Back in a sec." Satisfied that the Hawk Faunus had heard him, he deftly swung his legs out of the window and braced his feet against the sill. His upper half followed a second later, hands reaching up to close around the top edge of the window and begin the process of pulling himself up. He was moving as quickly as he could to minimize the time he spent outside, using just a small Deinamig boost to give his arms the edge they needed to pull him up quickly and easily.
He'd reach the roof in just a few moments.</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|>Beryl Harken
@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
Beryl Harken
There was no way that Beryl would try and convince somebody to give her their new gift. That would just be rude and the Father had raised her better than that. But still...it was a cruise. A luxury vacation. On a ship. In the middle of the ocean.
It took several seconds before she could blink the stars from her eyes and look away. Only to glance back at the tickets for half a second before glancing away again.
And again.
And again.
...
I want to go...</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Talking to his bro
Looking at Sepia, Gren tried to gauge her aura levels. Something like this wasn't really a feature he does often, and he could only keep track of his own level using what he had in his systems. So he just eyeballed Sepia and gave an educated guess. "Hmm. Well, Aura never really leaves. It's kinda like breathing; you'll keep making aura until you're dead. Now whether or not you're making enough for your abilities to handle is a different matter entirely… Can't say I know what your semblance is, Sepia, but if yours is the passive type that eats away at your very life energy constantly, maybe you should go to the infirmary to check that out. I can't say I'm an expert, but that sounds bad." Gren's never heard of a semblance that was potentially harmful to their own user. Sure there was always a price to pay for power, but usually that price was either a condition or situationally useful; Gren's semblance only works on things he's making contact with, so enemies too far or flying he can't use his powers on. Otherwise he's never really noticed any drawback from it.
Now that his mind was on about it, he wondered if Gren was the only person around here with a semblance that didn't have a drawback on it. He knew Sapphire's was a faulty invisibility, Shiro gave him amnesia, and Abel… Actually Abel's semblance was fairly straightforward. Lightning powers, essentially. Point was, Gren wondered how people's semblances could end up being used against them. It was food for thought.
Speaking of deep thought and food, Gren noticed that Shiro was sneaking ahead of the group for the pizza. Something seemed wrong: for starters Shiro had shut up on his own accord. Normally someone would have to calm him down before he ran a thousand miles on words alone. More tellingly however he was sulking. Shiro, Team Swansong's big bag of fun and joy, suddenly sad and emo. Something was wrong. "Oi." Gren stamped his foot while Shiro was still near by and used his Semblance to stop Shiro in his track. "Now what's this? Our party animal who arranged this shindig, even got us some fine looking young ladies here to come with, so down he's underground? What's wrong mate?" Gren walked over to Shiro and put his arm around his smaller, white haired buddy, deactivating his semblance to Shiro could walked with him back to the group.
"I'm as hungry as the next fella, but ain't no way I can stomach seeing my best bud so sad. If you want, we can talk about it over pizza and ice cream." Lyrical waxing aside, Gren was concerned about what had gotten into Shiro. Gren was seriously worried about what was happening to his team. Maybe it was time he stopped scheming and dreaming about what he wanted from them, and instead actually went about and do something about it.
@harinezumikouken</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> |
<|description|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire
Age: 21.
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Hawk)
Weapon: The Unchained Fury is actually twofold, taking the shape of two lightweight but strong metal sleeves on her arms. The left arm has a few metal flaps that spring out of it, taking the form of a relatively large shield. When the shield is not in use, six rotating barrels can fold out of the sides, acting as a rapid fire gun. The right arm is considerably less fancy: its only feature is acting as a storage place for the spear that is collapsed inside it, and as a launcher for the spear's secondary function. The spear itself is actually a specially designed chain with a strong cable running through the links. When fully retracted, the chain locks into the form of a spear. When loosened, the spear becomes a grappling hook.
Major Armory Upgrade: Crimson Angel Armor
Made to improve Amy's ability to take hits while enhancing her agility and movement options, this particular suit of armor doesn't include any offensive weaponry. However, it integrates with the Unchained Fury, providing slightly improved ammunition storage for the Fury's onboard machine gun. Otherwise, its main feature is its ability to fly using gravity Dust. Rather than wasting fuel on staying airborne, the armor suspends itself in air by using Dust to make it and its wearer weightless, then using maneuvering rockets for midair motion. Combined with Gift of the Wild's increase in reaction speed, this allows for extremely nimble, efficient flight, though cargo beyond the wearer and weaponry can be difficult to deal with. The interior of the armor has a strange, semisolid acceleration gel contained within the layers of the suit. This gel damps the twists and turns of flight, allowing increased mobility over what would normally be possible without risking unconsciousness, and cushions impacts.
The helmet, such as it is, integrates Lorena Negasi's BaSTEELs, but provides no additional capability beyond allowing Amy to use them relatively hands-free.
Otherwise, the armor is an aramid-backed suit, covered in light polymer plating. While it won't hold up under sustained fire, it'll turn away the claws and teeth of weaker Grimm, provide shock absorption, and provide protection from small arms fire.
Specialty: Amaranth's specialty depends on her current load out. With the shield and spear activated, she's more of a tank, capable of blocking damage while dishing it out. With only the spear, her fighting style shifts to a more acrobatic, lightweight form, mostly focused on dodging attacks rather than taking them.
Semblance: Gift of the Wild
At its most basic functionality, Gift is an enhancement of Amy's senses. This improves her vision, hearing, sense of smell--all of them increasing in lockstep as a function of the semblance's current level. At higher levels, this increases her reaction time significantly, causing the world to go into slow motion. This is not without its downsides--Gift also enhances pain, makes explosions more deafening, and unleashes the horrors of cafeteria cooking. Gift is always on at a low level.
Major Semblance Upgrade: Primal Enhancement
A straight upgrade to Gift on Amy's end, Primal Enhancement expands the aspects affected by Gift to include her speed, endurance, and physical durability, now twice that of a baseline Huntress of her build and abilities. This extends somewhat to her healing rate--but it mostly just shortens her recovery time from injury to half that of an ordinary person. It's never going to be relevant to injuries sustained during the current fight.
Personality: Amy's life has stripped her of any illusions regarding the nature of humanity and its conventions. She is brutally honest and to the point when around those she respects and trusts, but can be manipulative around those she does not. Her choice of clothes seems to be based more on an attitude of not caring than on any desire to irritate or attract. She has two major triggers, however: Stuck up rich kids, and people who make assumptions about her character based on her clothing.
Color: Amaranth. Duh.
Emblem: A straight line with a chain wrapping around it, on an reddish pink background.
Appearance:
Amaranth could be a very beautiful, delicate woman, and her face supports that fully. Her hair is a beautiful shade of red, reddish brown feathers interspersed in it, and her eyes are a slight shade of blue that contrasts extremely nicely with the crimson. Her nose is small, her cheekbones delicate, and her lips full, the slightest bit of freckles sprinkled across her nose.
Below the neck, however, is a different story. She always wears a collar around her neck in parody of her Faunus heritage, and she wears relatively immodest clothes when allowed to wear casual clothing with an attitude of obvious experience, taking full advantage of the more carnal aspect of her appearance at the cost of delicacy—and decency, according to the more conservative staff of the academy. A notable feature is the small, almost unnoticeable notch in her left ear, where a small piece of it looks as if it was cut out.</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> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
A red-haired woman simply nodded as Ozpin seemingly gave her a huge chance.
...
As happy as she was, she also seemed disinterested in paying attention to anything other than the fact that she somehow got admitted into Beacon Academy by simply slaying some Grimm with one blade. Either Ozpin was really nice, she was stronger than she thought she was, or the Academy in general was not as demanding as she thought it would be.
Or maybe it was all three of those.
She squinted as she followed her team aimlessly, pondering about what kinds of incidents could possible erupt within the Academy. She also heard something about someone being creepy, though her aloof mind seemed to brush away the fact that she was the creepy person in question.
Her claw unknowingly dragged itself behind her, causing the piece of metal to continuously screech in an annoying, yet rhythmic pattern.</s>
<|message|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein
"Like I've been used as a chew toy by a Tutankamun. Three broken ribs and my left arm is pretty much all bruise. It should be around two to three weeks before I am allowed to seriously exercise again. Fortunately I do get to go on missions due to Unsubtle being what it is." Marcus replied, adjusting slightly to emphasise his bandaged arm.
"With the way this is going, there won't be students left to fight in a few days." Diamond observed.
"I hope not, taking on all of their missions would be tiresome." Marcus deadpanned.
When Diamond warned him about the mess in the food court, Marcus scanned the crowd. "Thank you but I will take my chances. Vending machine food is not really my idea of a filling lunch." he said as it seemed that for now the imminent crisis was averted. He was kind of curious how the table Aurellius sat at became such a mess, but decided not to ask. If the answer was embarrassing he would hear all about it simply by listening in.
"I would be happy to join you later though." he added, he really did appreciate Diamond's offer, especially in light of how coldly she behaved when they met. Offering to eat together was a marked improvement. Right then, time for the food. Now all he had to do was figure out how to manoeuvre around the food court with only one functional arm.
"Er, could you please give me a hand with this Diamond?" he asked as he tried to pry free a tray from the rack with one hand.
"No pun intended." Marcus added hastily.</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
"It would seem like there isn't enough people with healing abilities being born. Maybe we should hire someone." she rolled her eyes, "And if your aura is worth a mention, it should cut a week off of that time." she shrugged. Her aura has always been a strong one. If it was true that it - along with the semblance - reflected one's character, she supposed that she was indeed carefully, correctly wrong this whole time.
When he thought out loud about them having to do all of the work, her eyes widened. Surely the staff wasn't as insane as to have them do that?! Diamond was no slacker, but come on! She supposed they would just have more to pick form! Preferably those with some Lien flowing to their pockets. Maybe she could check the mission board on her way out.
She nodded to Marcus and turned to leave when he asked her to help him. She looked at the room full of people and then at Marcus through narrowed eyes. "I have an appearance to uphold you know?" she said, but afterwards sighed and picked up a spare tray and followed after him, picking up what he wanted.
When she set his tray at the table he chose, she turned to leave again but a tap on the elbow stopped her. "Hey! Pass the salt!" another student said. Calmly turning around, Diamond hooked her cane behind his neck and pulled his face close while bending over to be at his eye level: "Do I look like a servant to you?" she snarled before letting him go and storming off. Helping her team was one thing, but if she did that with everyone, she'd have to start kicking puppies every morning to make up for all the positive karma.</s>
<|message|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein
"I'm afraid we would need to rob a bank a month to afford that, there are never enough healers to go around. So for now I think I shall just wait for nature to take it's course. Besides most doctors like to take it slowly to be on the safe side." Marcus said. Apparently his remark about work upset her slightly, so he elaborated with a simple dry "That was a joke."
"Much obliged." Marcus thanked her as Diamond helped him grab his food. He hesitated a moment when he had to pick whether to sit next to Aurellius or Oswald, but in the end chose the table that did not look like the aftermath of a light hurricane and had a grill going. One where the grill cheff had little qualms about sharing if he heard correctly.
"Gentlemen." he greeted the assembled group as he took a seat next to Oswald. Behind him he heard the predictable outcome of someone without manners to get Diamond to help them.
"I would apologise for my teammate. Consider using please next time." he offered to the student in question. That settled, he turned around to the assembly gathered around the grill.
"Sorry about that. Marcus Goldstein at your service." he introduced himself.</s>
<|message|>Ni Rensa Ryou
IC: "I don't do a lot of things I'm supposed to do, Ben. It's what makes me so endearing," Amy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and the left corner of her mouth turning up in a good-natured smirk. "My clothes don't cover it, that's the problem. And... Mr. Scruffy." Her gaze moved to Trad's face. "The pouty face doesn't really fit with your-" Her hands went up to form air quotes. "–'rugged' image. But you can take a joke. I like it."
Then, there was the screech of Sangue's claw on the ground. Amy was just glad her Semblance was dialed all the way down. "Dear God I am going to..." She bit her tongue, threatening people, even jokingly, when she was already on thin ice, was not a good idea. Especially considering that they had arrived in the lunch room, and were in full view of the school. "Well, would you look at that..."</s>
<|message|>Ivan Oakley
Ivan snorted at the comments about his battle, still quite confident in his tie."It's called saving your tactics, girlie. Don't show your hand on the first day, or people will call ya boring." He glanced up at the mention of respect. "I don't wanna hear that from the girl who-"
Her comment about Ineko's absence hit the large and overconfident man like a truck. Slack jawed, he spluttered something about 'not my fault' and 'that's not fair', before turning away as he turned red in the face. All traces of arrogant mirth gone, Ivan muttered something unintelligible under his breath and stalked away toward the door, pausing only to snarl a "What're you looking at!?" at the closest gaggle of students as he passed by.
He needed some damn air, that was all.</s>
<|message|>Rayna Bryson
Rayna was just finishing with her nice speech that Priscilla seemed completely uninterested in but that wasn't the point. The point was that Robert thought he could just come on over here and get all up in her grill. She wasn't being a bitch to Priscilla and frankly, she didn't even mean to do what she did earlier, even if it did work surprisingly well. At that point, it looked like it might descend into a dispute of sorts as Victor moved into position behind Robert - she'd have to commend him for his excellent positioning later. "Me? I did-" Her well-planned retort was suddenly interrupted by another member of Rampaged who was apparently taking her side in all of this. "Yeah, what he said." She nodded in support of Greyson - it was good to know that there was at least some honourable students at Beacon.
Rayna crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Robert, wallowing shamelessly in their small victory. She did decide to forgive him though because the last thing she needed was more people who hated her in Rampaged. "Sure, I guess I can forgive you but I don't know about Victor, he's probably hurt after you offended his great captain." She quipped, teasing Victor a little as she winked playfully at him. "Speaking of which, Victor do you have my lunch with you?" She seemed desperate to eat, requiring the much-needed sustenance immediately.
Once her food had been successfully returned, she ate in relative happiness - the day wasn't bad so far. Nothing too impossible and where she fell short, she always had her teammates. It took her about ten minutes but finally she picked up on it. "Do you think that gung-ho Rampaged leader has a thing for Priscilla?"</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> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt Chideta-Grimm Studies
Cobalt looked at Diamond and shrugged. "You heard the man. Stay at the edge of the pool and provide ranged support. Later." He took his sword out of his sheath on his back and jumped onto one of the floating lily pads. It sank slightly as it struggled to support his weight, so he jumped into the pool so others could use the lily pad. "This is insane!!!" Cobalt screamed as he hit the water with a mighty splash.
He opened his eyes underwater and saw the Megaladeus staring at Robert with a hungry grin. Huh, never knew that Grimm could smile. Cobalt swam towards it's gills and brought his arms above his head. This was not going to be fun. Not for the Grimm anyways. He activated his Semblance so he could focus on exactly where to stab, just when the Megaldeus noticed him. It was just in time to get stabbed in the side with a big ass blade actually. Cobalt missed the gills due to some last second movement, but damn the 27 Smasher was bleeding this thing out. As the Megaladeus started to thrash to try and get Cobalt off he pulled the trigger on the gun part of the blade a few times to shoot the fucker in the side.
The monster surfaced for a moment and threw Cobalt away from it a good couple of yards. His blade splashed into the water a few feet away from him and he swam over to grab it. In hindsight he probably should've focused on getting away instead. The Megaladeus glared at him and began to charge him to try to smash him against the side of the pool. Cobalt gasped a few times and looked around. "Someone pull the aggro!" He began desperately swimming away but it was catching up fast.</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - Armory Class
Sapphire thought about Gren's problem for a moment. What he needed was a seal that could be applied between the mask and human skin, which meant that it had to be easily engageable and disengageable once it was no longer necessary. This was not exactly Sapphire's area of expertise given that for this sort of thing she'd be perfectly happy with a suction seal on a gas mask but that aside she thought she had a couple of ideas. They're was a design her mother had used for a certain type of bullet casing when she was little that might be adaptable.
"Give me a moment, I'll take a look in the scrap room." Sapphire pushed her schematic into her binder before getting up, crossing the room and entering what could easily be described as the land of lost toys. The scrap room had warehouse like shelves from floor to ceiling and each of them was packed with a vast array of unfinished or defective inventions and raw materials. Sapphire had half an idea what she was looking for. Ten years ago, give or take in order to prevent dust from going off inside bullet casings the insides were coated with a polymer resin that would seal the dust in the round completely isolating it from the outside environment, the resin only maintained its integrity while an electric current was run through it, the moment the bullet was fired, that current stopped, the resin became inert and the dust active.
Sapphire reasoned that this resin could be applied to the outside of Gren's mask, when an electric current was run through it the resin would instantly bond to the face of the wearer and once it was disabled the mask would easily release. Sapphire wasn't altogether sure what the effects of the resin would be on human or faunus skin but she could assume their would be some sort of mild rash.
The resin had been retired in recent years in favor of more practical cost effective alternatives but Sapphire thought if she could find some very old shell casings somewhere in this mess they should still operate under the same principles. It was another ten minutes before Sapphire located an old almost archaic weapon. In fact it didn't look dissimilar from something her father might have used in the years preceding her mother's death. Most of the components had been stripped likely for other projects but it looked like the firing chamber was still intact. She opened it up and was pleased to find four rounds inside. A closer inspection revealed the that dust had also been removed from them but it looked like the resin was still intact. She scooped them up and navigated her way out of the scrap room.
She picked up her stuff from her former desk and sat down next to Gren. Sapphire set the bullets down in front of him. "Inside these you'll find a synthetic polymer resin that should create a hermetic seal when you run a low level electric current through it. Melt the metal down, the resin will separate, apply it to your mask, and rig up a battery, turn the current on and the mask should bond to the face of the wearer, turn it off the mask will come free. Simple enough." If he was testing it on Shiro she supposed he'd find out about any side effects the resin had on faunus skin. She didn't think it would be anything serious thought the thought of Shiro with a giant red ring around his nose and mouth was mildly amusing.
Sapphire hadn't given much thought to her own invention though as she'd searched the scrap room an idea had occurred to her. During her match with Napoli this morning, which she'd lost based on a simple technicality, it was clear that she could used increased visibility. The trick she'd pulled with the ice and fire rounds to make steam would have been much smarter had her own sight been unimpaired. A set of lenses that could filter out interferences such as darkness, steam, bright light, sand and snow storms would be more than useful.
"I was considering creating a pair of lenses that could filter out certain agents that impair visibility. Got any ideas?"</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
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> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
"Whatcha mean, what's the big idea? Don't you remember our briefing?"
The laws of action movies dictated that it was totally cool for her to leave through the car door, so Lauren parked the back of the truck to the left of the cargo lift and hopped out nimbly. She rapped on the hood a few times with her fist impatiently, all ten million megawatts of light from her manic grin aimed at Luke Schwarz.
"We still have stuff to grab!"
rap rap rap
"Think of all those chemicals, kid! Four digits per drum, half a dozen drums per team..."
She waited for Luke to do the math.
Forrrrrrrrrr about five seconds. Then she had already turned her back on him and was sashaying towards the lift.
"Now get your ass outta the truck and let's make this mission worth a fuck! Or I'm gonna steal your share and use it to turn your dorm into Gratia's sex dungeon."</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz | Drum up some courage, lad!
...
He said nothing, instead electing to take his time to process her reasoning as he exited the truck in a similarly normal manner, via the door on his side.
He looked after her as she continued heedlessly forward, pep in her step and sway in her wide, wide hips that betrayed her pure confidence in everything she was saying.
Every single thing.
"No room of mine is becoming a sex dungeon."
His priorities set and plan of action already being laid out before his very eyes, Luke saw very little argument for another choice than to jog along after her and acquiesce to her demands.
Me and pretty girls, man.
As he drew up alongside her, he probed his dark-skinned counterpart with another pertinent question.
"You sure it's alright to do this? I get that I was kind of going to stand around and admire my work with the Manticore, and that there's an award for retrieval, but we did kind of end up leaving everyone else to their own devices with that thing."
He half-grimaced.
"I took its eyes out, but it's still pretty dangerous."</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
"Look, Luke, if I could be out there giving that ugly fucker the business, sure I would. But facts are facts," Lauren said breezily, triggering the lift once they were both inside. They began the slow crawl back to the basement, and the quarter-dressed Huntress slouched with her arms crossed. One smooth mocha shoulder lifted in a shrug.
"I've been beating people up with axes, bats, and my bare damn hands since I was six years old. That's not a skill set that's very handy against a big fucking Manticore like that - especially when I came to Beacon with a weapon you could probably scrounge around and find somewhere in this very brewery. If I go out there with this shitty ax and the shit I wear to the gym, all I'm going to do is distract Ben, and probably Amy on top of that. A truck that needs hotwiring and some goods that need stashing? That's a skill set I can actually still use."
An imperceptible sign ran from Lauren's lips, and for a moment her grin shrank.
"To be honest with you, I am gonna have to do something about it, though. I fuckin' hate feeling useless like this..."
Then it was as though a cloud lifted from Lauren, and she straightened up and rolled her shoulders as though she were entering an octagon.
"Which is why we need that brewery paycheck in our hands fuckin' ASAP! Now c'mon, let's roll some drums!"</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Venomous
Size never meant anything. If anything, the sheer capacity the Grimm took made Sangue's general disadvantage against Grimm less prominent.
Squinting at the Manticore, Sangue kept her hand on her blade's handle tightly. She hoped that it would go down in a few hits, but the air support and Goodwitch's assistance did manage to at least put it on a silver platter for the hunters and huntresses to attack it. With the survivors taken care of, Sangue's attention went to the Manticore as she let go of her blade.
Taking the small bottle strapped to the side of her waist, the red-haired swordswoman bit the corkscrew lid. She closed her eyes as she poured venom into her mouth, its deadly taste nonexistent to her. Not caring about whether she spilled some or not, after she used up all of the bottle's content, she kept her mouth closed as she tossed the bottle aside.
She unsheathed her blade and wrapped the chains of her claw around her blade arm, letting the claw dangle closely to her katana. Personal experience told her that all moving things- monster or not- suffered from venom as long as it sank deep enough. If the venom had to reach deeper than the veins, then she would sink it into the very heart of a foe.
Opening her eyes, she spat red venom onto her blade and claw, the now sticky substance painting her weapons and her entire right arm with a messy blood red that matched her hair. Venom dripped from her chin as her eyes sharpened, her attention to kill locked onto a beast meant to die the instant moment it met the two hunter teams.
Sangue had only one way to contribute to kill, and that was to get close and personal. Running up to the Manticore, she spun around wildly as she tossed the Apophis Claw toward one of the Manticore's legs. As it sank into the Grimm's flesh, she retracted the claw's chains as she leapt from the ground. As soon as she approached the Manticore, Sangue used her momentum to run across the Manticore's body for as long as the claw could hold, stabbing her katana into the leg before letting it tear its way up to the monster's back. Before it could react in any way, she kicked herself off of the Grimm as the Claw broke free before she tossed it at the Manticore's shoulder.
A direct hit could only mean that she would go in for another attack. Sangue retracted the chains yet again as she spiraled forward abruptly and slashed at the Manticore. Again, she ran across its body using the unnatural momentum she gained through the usage of her claw, this time tear through its chest before kicking herself off of the Manticore again. She managed to dodge all incoming ranged attacks from her teammates by coordinating where and when she would attack. Her teammates were not the ones to worry about what they would hit; Sangue was the one who was responsible for fulfilling her role as a quick fighter.
While her attacks were somewhat decent, her landing was far from acceptable. The swordswoman found her Claw letting go of the target too early and made her fly towards a certain truck Lauren had begun to move to the cargo bay.
Thunk!
Sangue landed on her back on top of the truck.
"..."
Wondering where she was in the first place, Sangue found the truck parking in the cargo bay. She looked around at first, only to freeze when she saw Lauren coming out of the driver's seat.
...Oh...
Looking around awkwardly, Sangue slipped off of the truck behind Luke and Lauren, remaining silent. She decided not to tell Lauren that she was literally thrown off of the Manticore while trying to fight it, and the mess she made of herself with the blood-red venom did not help at all.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz | Press 'Z' or 'R' twice
He listened quietly.
Luke wasn't too keen on his abilities for many things. It wasn't like he was being facetious in any respect in his surprise at the success of his attack upon the Manticore to follow Goodwitch's light show.
No, he genuinely couldn't believe he had managed it once he had returned to operating upon conscious thought instead of instinct and the secretions of his adrenal glands. He never sold himself as capable of feats like that, because he never thought himself capable of feats like that.
He was behind the curve in combat, and drastically behind it out of combat.
It was little secret how much faith he placed in his abilities.
But if there was one thing he would claim himself to be any measure of "good" at, it would have to be listening. His entire life, he had been listening to people, be they ordering him around, teaching him a skill, or simply opening up their heart a little.
So he listened. To her reasoning behind going after these barrels and the reasons that drove that reasoning.
She wasn't happy, he realized, with where she was right now.
She wanted to change that.
She wasn't doing this only because it was what she wanted to do, but because it was all she could do.
Well, I can't say I've never been there.
The lift creaked to a halt at the bottom, and her smile returned after the momentary dismay.
Lauren was Lauren, and Lauren got what Lauren wanted, one way or another.
He returned the smile knowingly. Even if he couldn't do much, he could listen to what she was telling him to do.
And if that meant being a helping hand so she could make tomorrow a little easier than today, well.
"Yes ma'am."
He had no complaints.</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Much had been said of Lauren Negasi's default facial expression since her arrival at Beacon. Energetic was putting it kindly - for her captain, who had been the first one to try testing her in the ring, it was positively carnivorous. Amy Desire would probably call it coquettish, accompanied with a wink. Sangue...who knew. But one thing that was universally said of Lauren Negasi was that she was goddamn unrelenting. Happy? Sad? Comatose? Too fucking bad - Lauren Negasi's Semblance ran off of hype, and on the surface, it seemed like she would never rest until the rest of the world was just as hype as she was.
Which is why the wide smile that blossomed on her face at Luke's no-strings agreement was so...heartrendingly...
Gentle.
Bereft of energy.
"That's the spirit."
She bowed her head slightly, touched her strong little chin to her clavicle and bit the end of her lip.
"Thanks, Luke."
Lauren Negasi was the younger of two kids. A little sister at heart.
I'm only pretending to be big...
"Bluuuuugh, enough standing around! Let's get rich, kid!"
But as long as everyone's bought it...
She lifted her head as the energy returned.
"If we work fast, we can gank a finder's fee!"</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
Creeping up behind the two, Sangue approached Lauren and Luke's small talk. The swordswoman remained silent as she glanced between the two, knowing little context on what they had been talking about.
So she decided to let them talk a bit before Lauren got energetic again. It was strange to see Lauren act quietly, so the snake admitted that it felt reassuring to see the brawler be full of hype again. And the boy seemed nice.
Sangue raised a finger to poke the two, but pulled her hand away because she decided that it would be rude. At this point, she was right behind the two at an uncomfortably close distance.
"...Yes..." She agreed with Lauren quietly when she talked about working fast. "We can..." She did not take into consideration that they did not know she was next to them at the moment.</s> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate
For the guardian, the situation seemed dreamlike. A fear of heights -or, as in his case, an unease of them- meant, of course, that all too often in dreams, he would be suspended in some high place. Beset by the howling wind, and clinging for dear life to, say, a catwalk above a canyon or a bridge between two buildings, he couldn't move for fear of the slightest error sending him plummeting into the abyss. Only now, this very scenario was playing out not just in the real world, but also in front of the person he wanted desperately to impress. Stiffness overtook him completely, so much so that he couldn't turn to look as Krysanthe crossed the gap with what looked like frustrating ease, and when she returned to check on him it took a colossal effort to prevent himself from reddening. "Some help," he intoned in a quiet, deadpan voice. "Would be...great."
When the opportunity arose, he quickly took the offered hand, and the combined strength of two physically-oriented hunters-to-be landed him on ordinary terrain in no time. Masking his breathing as much as he could, Abel held out a hand to summon the Ampere from where it lodged, and obediently the weapon jerked free from the cliff and sailed into his awaiting grip. "Thank you." What a joke. He should have accepted her help in the first place. What kind of cool guy rejected a perfectly good idea to attempt his own stunt, only to flub it at the last second and ask for help anyway? Feeling exactly like a clod of earth that he shook from his jacket, he pointed his weapon forward into the forest. A little enthusiasm for a change might counteract the conflict brewing inside him—a tincture for the poison of doubt. "Onward!"
He took one step and stopped again, suddenly alert. The rustle of underbrush could be heard, and while this could have easily been the sign of some wild creature like a rabbit or bore, Abel got the distinct impression that something a little more wild lay in store only a hundred feet away. After all, the Emerald Forest was stocked with monsters for the students to fight, as far as he knew. In Beacon's training classes, captured Grimm would occasionally be released for students to practice against as an alternative to them withering away, but out here, even in an environment regulated by the school, any encounter should be treated as the real thing. "Hum," he said aloud, hopefully drawing Krysanthe's attention. "Almost sounds like Gri...!"
The guardian's warning was quite literally cut off by the emergence of what looked like a laser from the woods. The ludicrously high-pressure stream of red liquid swept toward him, capable of bisecting anyone without an activated aura. Instantly Abel's instincts flared to life, and he threw himself bodily to the ground so that the cutting stream could pass overhead. He trusted his companion to do the same, or to otherwise leap over it. A moment later the stream ceased, and from the foliage emerged a Redcap--an eight-foot tall, bloated monstrosity half insect, half dragon, and all nasty. Unfortunately, Abel didn't recognize it at all. This more rare species of Grimm lay in the back of his class's textbook, but he'd never seen one during his years attending Palisade, or whilst on the wall. "The hell is that thing?" He picked himself up as the creature ambled forward, giant claws outstretched. Reflexively he got into a fighting stance, and aimed his Ampere at the horrid beast.</s>
<|message|>Beryl Harken
@Crimmy@Write@Plank SinatraBeryl Harken
The young Faunus could not help but send a quizzical look after Luke as he left. He had been acting a bit strange there at the end after all. In any case, she needed to finish up here soon or she might just collapse before she even got back to her room.
A minute or two later and she had sent a moderately sized ball of water back into the pool with a plop. Taking a moment to pick up her MP3 player, she shot a glance through the large lounge window to check on her friend. Bianca was doing fine it seemed. The person next to her was still just talking and they both seemed relaxed enough.
Her worries allayed for the moment, Beryl made her way up to her room and barely had time to change into bedclothes before falling asleep curled up on the very expensive feeling bed.</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Sinatra @Write
"You know..."
Ben's grin widened, and he reached down to his waist. Was his bet a good idea? Not even remotely. Betting against Lauren never was, let alone betting something this big. It was important, too. But he was a little drunk, not so much off alcohol as success and good cheer, and if he lost... Well, he'd figure it out.
Bastille's captain slipped Lawnslot off his belt and set it down on the table, sliding it towards the middle.
"You need to stop using a goddamn fire axe, babe. I've got enough spare parts to replace it before Monday morning. Well, for you to replace it. If you win it you're gonna know how to service it, and that means knowing how to put it together."</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connoly- Infirmary
How they were doing? The answer to that was fairly obvious, Oswald thought. Cobalt had nearly had his skull bashed in, Emerald got slashed up, Diamond's arm was permanently damaged, and he'd almost lost a lung after being shot by an anti-air cannon, being thrown into a tree, having his thumb snapped at the joint, and dragging himself over to rifle through a couple of dead mercs' gear for the flare gun that saved them.
They were just fuckin' peachy. "Seen better days, Diamond. Seen worse ones, too, though." That was an understatement. "There was the one time I accidentally impaled myself on a tree branch with my Semblance. Fuck, that was embarrassing." He only even knew that story because everybody there had told him at least a hundred different times.
That story was a better tell than the ones of his other worst days, too, that was for sure.
@Abillioncats @floodtalon</s>
<|message|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt sighed and shook his head. "Never mind Emerald. We'll fill you in later. You don't have to leave." He turned to the other cat girl as he said this. As for how they were doing... they would definitely be better once they started training and got their mind off the whole incident.
"Way I see it, I could always be doing worse. As long as I think about it like that, life seems pretty good." Cobalt smiled when Oswald bought up his story about his Semblance.
@Forsythe@Abillioncats</s>
<|message|>Jack Orpheus
Jack Orpheus
@Lucius Cypher
As they arrived to where the ferret had intended for them to go, he watched as a bewildered storekeeper just began making sandwiches, then he saw Jack and Cian, and he seemed to think it was them two who made the orders, then soon as that happened, the ferret told them what to order. "Three". This ferret wanted a lunch. He looked to Cian, then to the vendor,
"Uhm... Three please...", he ordered. This little vendor was small, but the food seemed to smell good.
"You hungry Cian? This little guy seems to be".</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysanthe felt a little bad because there seemed to be a bit of awkwardness over her helping but Able's shout to press onward reassured her that everything was fine. However they'd barely moved when they once again stopped, Krysanthe perked her ears and turned to the noise curiously. She took a step towards it, paused upon hearing Abel's attempt at a warning and as Able did, hugged the dirt. It was at this point that she remembered the Emerald Forest was used as testing grounds for a reason and may not in fact have been the best place for a nature walk. She looked up at the source of red to see a monster that was faintly familiar, but not enough so to tell her anything helpful. "No idea, let's kill it before it ruins our walk. I'll distract it, go for a weak point, that orb looks as good a spot as any." Krysanthe said to Able quickly, not taking her eyes off the creature.
Technically they weren't on the same team and she wasn't really in a position to give orders either way but hey, it was spur of the moment. Having divulged her plan Krysanthe moved towards the creature and to its left, moving with startling quickness with aid from her boots letting out periodic boosts which had an increased effect upon her lightened frame due to use of her semblance. She would rotate around the beast until its back was to Able and then simply try to provoke it, via jetting towards it suddenly and then retreating, letting out mocking cries all the while.. Four arms, one tail, and whatever the heck its head thing was meant it would probably be quite troublesome to enter melee combat with it. That and you know it was like eight feet tall. However if the orb's location was even remotely similar to most animals it served as the creatures brain, meaning if Able can spear the orb the beast would probably die then and there. Ideally. Things rarely worked out ideally.</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate
No matter who it was, if someone had a plan that seemed good, he or she would find Abel happy to listen and follow along. When Krysanthe offered a brief set of instructions, the guardian nodded his head readily. At the moment, he couldn't delve into exactly why he felt this way, but the phrase at last ran through his head. Lowering his Ampere into position, he prepared to charge forward and thrust the blade into the bloody monster's bloated belly.
Buoyed up by her semblance and propelled by boosts of water, Krysanthe dodged around to the side. Obligingly, the Redcap followed the yellow threat with its pointed proboscis. As she moved in and out of range, it kept its enlarged arms up to guard, and instinctively swiped at her with nasty claws when it seemed that she'd come too close. However, the Grimm wasn't completely brainless. Even as its attention locked onto Krysanthe, captured by her incessant taunts, it kept a bead on Abel. Instead of just letting the pair of students surround it, the beast moved sideways and back in an attempt to keep both in its vision at the same time—if it could be said to have vision. Atop its slender head, the translucent, fire-red orb sat like the crystal atop a storybook mage's scepter, aglow with baleful luster.
Abel did not deign to wait for the perfect opportunity, and seized the chance to contribute. He advanced with his weapon extended to move its blade into the danger zone. The Redcap, on the defensive and acknowledging its lack of force or speed, simply batted away the polarm rather than devoting more limbs to a full block. Abel kept the Ampere close, moving it slowly closer again and again, so that over the course of a few moments, the Grimm ceased to register the weapon as a threat. At least, he hoped that would be the case, but the Redcap thought otherwise. Somehow sensing that it was being boxed in to a potentially lethal scheme, it attacked the less imposing of the two humans. After raising its large arms over its head, it hopped forward to crush Krysanthe, and at the same time whipped its tail at Abel.
Instead of blocking or dodging away, the guardian made a resolution. He allowed the tail to strike his side, wincing as he felt the damage to his aura, then quickly wrapped his arm around it. No doubt, the monster didn't expect that! The next moment, he followed up with a thrust to the back of its right thigh. He couldn't quite see Krysanthe thanks to the Redcap's capelike wing in the way, but he trusted completely that she'd avoided the easily telegraphed blow. He refocused his attention to the Redcap which, having registered the sudden wound in its leg from behind, lifted a leg to deliver to him a brutal kick. Instead, Abel stepped to the side, tugging hard on the tail as he did, and the Grimm was forced to alter the kick's path into the ground to avoid losing its balance. Next, it began to beat its wings to rise into the air, generating a battering gust of wind as it did, before slashing at Abel with its claws. Krysanthe, for the moment, had been forgotten. Abel smirked as he deflected the swipe with his Ampere and yanked on the tail again. Things hadn't gone quite to plan, but surely Krysanthe would understand the role reversal. Now the guardian was the distraction, and it would be up to the girl in yellow to burst the distracted beast's bloody bubble.</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
The voice of a particular student she had met literal minutes ago called out to her. Turning to his direction, Sangue looked at Gren with her usual idle expression. At his question, she simply nodded, deciding that telling him about her debate on whether to grab a snack from the cafeteria or not was rather irrelevant to the trip she was about to go on.
The large cooler on Gren's back made Sangue wonder if she had to bring anything with her aside from her weapons... before she realized that she really did not need anything in particular. Sure, she may have wanted food, but that would not stop her from prioritizing what others needed of her. She could be a nuisance by giving into what she wanted rather than working with others productively.
She continued to remain quiet, though her soft gaze seemed to follow Gren rather than stare off to empty space.
Cypher</s> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Geni 'Leo' Hung
Geni rubbed his chin in thought. How many things did he actually have to do today? He had to reacquaint himself with the school grounds, meet with his teacher regarding missing work, resign himself to a team once again, and find something to eat. Between all that and unpacking, his schedule was pretty much fully booked. But how could he pass up the opportunity to spend the day with a girl, alone in the woods. The opportunities for close proximity situations were endless, who knew where that could or would lead.
Upon her mentioning Ivan though, Geni paused, cocking his head to the side. While he hated the kid for throwing him in the situation he was today, he didn't mean to have the guy leave all together. Whether or not the guy was completely full of himself and a home grown racist was beyond his control.
Eager to change the subject all together, Geni chose to comment on her first statement. "Well looks like we're one and the same." he mused, pointing to Apex Predator, the weapons that crossed his back. "I actually need to get used to these things, you wouldn't mind if I joined you? Would you?" he cooed, a grin plastering itself on his face. "On a another note- he began, stopping her before she could answer, her wording had caught her attention. This is the first time they see on another in two weeks and she tells him Ivan's quit? "Why bring up Ivan?"
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<|message|>Gren Orchid
Air Docks
Prepping for Adventure
She was a quiet one, this Sangue. Gren supposed that is just how she was. It was rather odd, a few days ago her quietness actually intimidated him. He tried talking to her before but then they got attacked by raptors. She seemed cold, aloof, stoic. The type of lady you have to slay dragons before she'd give you the time of day. Yet after these recent exchanges with her, she was much... Cuter. Like all those images of her being this stonecold ice queen instead reveals she is a precious little bunny. But perhaps she just changed. Gren changed a bit these few days he's been at Beacon too. Before he tried to maintain a sort of alpha dominance, a macho personality. Well, he still kinda does. But he isn't afraid to show off his goofier side too, mostly with explosions and tinkering. Maybe one day he'd even show off his body mods.
Speaking of body mods, he couldn't help but look at Sangue's arm. Every scar has a tale, and Sangue's would be no different. Even if she was born this way, surely there was some stories she could tell about her claw. Gren wondered if Sangue was like him, having lost so much of himself in a battle that he barely remembers anymore. Well, it's not as if everyone who's missing limbs lost them in war. But until he was told otherwise, he wanted to know. "Say Sangue... If you don't mind me asking, how did you get that arm anyways? I mean... What happened to your right arm in the first place?" Perhaps this was an invasive question. Unlike Gren, it's not as if Sangue could hide the fact she was missing an arm. Even her fairly baggy robes made it obvious she wasn't a lefty out of choice. But perhaps there was some trauma behind her missing limb that she rightfully shouldn't trust Gren with.
"I mean... If you wanna talk. We still gotta wait for Shiro after all. Want something to drink?" Gren then took out some apple cider and a bottle of water for Sangue. The cider was just juice, but branded as cider to make it seem like Gren was the kind of fellow who regularly drinks alcohol. But he wasn't a regular drinker, he just liked apple juice.
@harinezumikouken
OTHERS
The sandwich maker made his sandwiches, simply enough. Fried chicken between two slices of hamburger buns with a slice of pepperjack cheese on it. Condiments were available just on the other side of the stand, and anything extra like more cheese or drinks they could buy for just 1 lien. The ferret took one of the sandwiches in it's mouth and climbed onto Cian's shoulder, unwrapping just enough of the sandwich for it to start gorging. Despite her lithe frame, the ferret was more then able to not only eat his sandwich, but also hang onto Cian. All the while the hyperactive weasel chatted with the two hunters. "Good people! I Scoot. Names?" The weasel asked telepathically as he ate. The shop keeper, quite capable of hearing these telepathic thoughts that Scoot was saying, cleared his throat and looked twards Jack. "That'd be fifteen Lien."
Minazuki@Suku</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
Her silence continued to stick around as she remained at the docks next to Gren. She enjoyed experiencing a lack of conversations sometimes. Sometimes she wanted to know more about becoming more of a social bee like her friends. Little by little, she would learn, and every bit of experience helped her change. But until that day came, she would always come to accept silence as a time to reinforce a calm composure.
She was used to growing in silence. A world where words mattered less than her actions had trained her to do so. It was nothing to be proud of, but also nothing to be ashamed of.
The man named Gren seemed nicer the more she spent time with him. He offered her a drink, and he didn't mock her for speaking in a rather broken language.
And the question he asked her...
It sparked something odd within her.
Her eyes widened, a peculiar sting poking at her heart and mind as she processed his words. Her missing arm. The one she lost and had to replace with a crude weapon.
She remembered, and she remembered well. It was the loss of a part of her body that prompted her to even think of going to Beacon eventually... Normally, it should have made her sad to think of the memory. Something related to the loss of something precious... It should be bad enough to warrant sorrow to wash over her.
But it didn't.
Instead, she felt more confusion when she tried to understand the events of her past.
The metal of an axe tore through her frail shoulder like butter.
Blood splattered the decorative walls of her home. It spread like paint, in a fascinating, yet gruesome fashion. It trickled down the tiny bumps of the tatami floor.
Pain warped her mind as she cried out in pain. Yet, her lack of energy in the first place could only let her scream to a small extent. She was not strong like others, and she was not smart either. She only knew that she had to live, and the man who wandered into her home had no intentions of letting her do so.
She brought a hand to where her arm used to be, only to feel it fall on a pool of blood. A hazy vision let her put the pieces together- the arm the man attacked was on the other side of the room. It became useless in a matter of seconds.
She did not know what the man had in mind for her. She knew the wild could consume her, yet something told her that the man came from something outside of the wilderness. The sheer ferocity in his eyes, and the lust for asserting dominance over his prey told her so.
She knew nothing of his actions outside of his attacks thrown out with complete hostility. The words he roared at her, the way his eyes gazed at her body, and the way he grew excited at the sight of her crumpled body. As he tore off what appeared to be his belt, she remained crippled.
Confusion filled her mind as he approached her. She wanted to live. But what could she do without an arm to pick herself up with?
Obviously, she did not rip off her own arm because she wanted to. Someone else had done the deed, and it was someone she still had yet to recognize.
"..."
Perhaps talking about it with a man who offered her a drink was not an entirely bad idea. Bowing politely, she took the apple cider from Gren.
"...I... lost my arm... to someone...
"A man... much stronger than... me."
Her voice softer than before, she unknowingly brought her shoulders closer to herself as she remembered the less hopeful times of her life.
As he undressed himself, she coughed red as she squirmed beneath him. His legs were over hers, and he whispered something to her- words that she could not understand. He lowered himself as he tore at her clothes, leaving her bare and bleeding body to reveal itself to the cold house.
It was cold. Unimaginably cold. Yet, the burning sensation from her shoulder said otherwise.
It was too cold.
"I... do not know who, but..."
She looked down at her clothes, her thoughts travelling in the depths of her own mind as she tried to deliver her words to Gren correctly.
"He... took my... clothes off," she said without hesitation, unknowingly speaking more than a few sentences to Gren for the first time. "And... he took his own... clothes off. He... was the one who cut my... arm..."
But truthfully, that was not what she found to be noteworthy of the loss of her arm.
"I was surrounded by... my blood. For the first... time..."
...
...
...
"Then... someone I knew little of... helped me."
She believed in hope. And hope did come, albeit in a rather brutal way. For as soon as the predator on top of her tossed his undergarments aside, something stabbed the man.
Two blades pierced his face, one for each eye. And the man did what he was best at doing aside from hurting Sangue- screaming wildly. But this time he screamed in pain rather than frustration. His blood splattered against her cheek, yet she did not bat an eyelash due to how weak her senses had become.
Someone else had arrived in her home. Unlike the man who attacked Sangue, it was a guest she had treated to once. A guest who had not attacked her and accepted the pathetic mushrooms she always gathered from the forest.
"My family... left fairy tales... in my home," Sangue whispered. "Tales of... nice people...
"They were... called 'heroes'...
"I think... the man who... saved me... is a hero..."
Red fluids sprayed out of the man who had attacked Sangue as a red-haired hero tore him inside-out. In one swipe of a crooked hand, the hero snatched at the man's throat, spilling its contents all over the tatami floors tainted with Sangue's blood. Another swipe spilled the bowls of the invader on the ground, and yet another swipe quite literally wiped the face of the man off of his head.
The hero was triumphant.
His face did not resemble anything Sangue had seen in the picture books in her home. They had no words in them, but she knew that heroes tended to smile when they knew they did something right.
And she saw the face of her hero as she stared at him in awe.
The face... of a hero.
"He was... Apoph...is. Apophis. His name was... Apophis."
Saying his name, she smiled warmly. She did not tell Gren of how the man known as Apophis saved her, for the red-haired man told her not to speak of him too much. But still, she at least wanted to tell others of what Apophis had done for her- even if he did not brag about his own strength and feats.
"He helped me when... I was hurt.
"And..."
Glancing at her shoulder, then at Gren, she continued,
"...he... made the Claw. The... 'Apophis Claw', as he... called it."
He let me live longer.
He made sure I would last without my arm.
He spoke of my losses lightly despite doing everything he could do to help.
He watched me grow and overcome said losses.
And he did it for me, even though he said it was for himself.
He said he would never be my friend. And he said he would hurt me if I angered him.
Yet, Apophis always helped me on his own accord.
Just as if he came straight out of the bloodiest fairy tale in existence.
"He looked... scary. He... had a lot of scars. Even now, his... looks... never changed. But if it weren't... for him... I would not... be here. If... it weren't for... him, I..."
Her expression grew solemn, yet a small smile quickly replaced it.
"...wouldn't have... met... the nice people... here..."
I wouldn't have met Amy... Ben... Lauren... Luke... if he did not fulfill the cliche of a hero.
She fell silent as she stared at Gren for a few good seconds before averting her gaze from him.
"I-I'm... sorry if... I spoke too much," she said quietly as she bowed slightly, her expression becoming much more vulnerable than before as her cheeks heated up. She had never thought about sharing her past with anyone for as long as it did not cross her mind. Now that she actually did, however, she could not help but hope that Gren did not think of her as some oddball. The last thing she wanted was for others to think of her as an annoying huntress.
Apophis always told her to try being a "Mary Sue," as he liked to call it. Such people were apparently not too obnoxious as long as they did not stand out too much in a spotlight. Sangue was not perfect, however, so it was only natural for her to know almost nothing of how to be one.
Cypher</s> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Air Docks
Fretting
Gren watched from a distance at the scene unfolding. Grane tell Ozpin about Delta's death and Robert's incompetence, Trad defending their team leader, Sand's introduction, and Ozpin's declaration. Gren wasn't sure how to feel about it. In their line of work death wasn't something that would surprise Gren. It's not as if they were just picking up trash on the side of the road; hunting grimm was a life-or-death thing, and sometimes it's not the grimm who die. Yet at the same time, the idea that Delta died due to Robert's incompetence reminded Gren of his own thoughts about Sapphire and her leadership thus far. Though Gren was more worried that she was going to get herself killed rather than any of the others, though she may end up doing in inadvertently when he, Shiro, or Abel have to save her from a short- sighted mishap.
What worried Gren a bit more was Grane himself. Their history from before gave Gren some insight to his old friend, even if they haven't seen each other for some time. The both hated dealing with corrupted or incompetent leaders, but where Gren tends to use subtly and time to change things in his favor, hiding his true feelings with snide remarks and passive aggressive behavior, Grane was much more straightforward and honest. Bias perhaps, but honest enough. Grane wouldn't make up something to defame Robert and is simply telling Ozpin how it is through his own eyes. It was harsh, but something like the death of a team member wasn't something you just brush off. A sacrifice must have purpose, otherwise it's just a tragedy.
More to the point, Gren worried about what would happen to their team. Obviously Robert wasn't suited to be in a leadership position, but Gren worried what would happen if Robert was expelled for his actions or lack-thereof. Beacon was harsh but fair after all. They accept all but hold everyone to an equally high standard. Gren remembered during his initiation that Ozpin said something to the effect that Beacon wasn't a place of learning, as everyone there should already have all the skills they need to be capable hunters. Rather, Beacon would serve as the test to see who was truly prepared both mentally and physically for the tasks a hunter is responsible for. The lose of Delta, Grane's frustration, and Robert's current state told much about how well they passed their test.
Soon the team was escorted away from the air docks and Gren just watched them. He would have to find Grane later and ask for details, perhaps over a drink. For now though, the scene had passed and it was just Gren and Sangue again. Looking towards her Gren's once pleasant and smiling face looked sadden and concerned. "Oh. Sorry Sangue, I didn't mean to... Forget about you. That was.... I guess it's just something I have to get used too. I can't say I know Delta very well, but I met him before he left for his mission. He's kinda like Shiro. It... Anyways! I shouldn't dwell on it. Shiro sure is taking his sweet time though." Gren was going to save this for later, but if they were going to be waiting then they could at least have a snack. Gren wanted to save the Suikans for later, but he had plenty of other stuff to eat. Walking a bit away from the air docks, Gren set down his things and took out a portable charcoal grill. He even had a small bag of charcoal, though his was an ashy white instead of a dark black that one may usually associate with charcoal.
"I'm sure once I start cooking, Shiro would come running. Just need to get a spark going and we'll be in business." Setting up the grill and charcoal was easy enough; all Gren needed was a flat, solid surface to put the grill one, poured a few chunks of coal and tinder, and give it some heat. The source of his heat, in a suitable orky fashion, involved taking The God Eater off of Gren's back and firing a steady stream into the sky so that the barrel quickly grew red hot. Then he stuck the red hot barrels into the tinder to heat up the fire starter until a flame was produced. Originally he did a similar trick to cook steak on the barrels of his weapon, but he didn't want oil in the mechanisms. Once a steady and slow heat was radiating from the white charcoal, Gren took out some kebab skewers. Each one had his favorite stuff on it: Porkbelly, cubed steaks, truffles, potatoes, mushrooms, onions, baby bell peppers stuffed with ground chicken, little sausages wrapped in bacon, and finally ending with a quail egg. How Gren managed to grill quail eggs on a skewer was indeed a testament to his grilling skills.
Gren busied himself with cooking, occasionally taking a drink of water as he cooked, partly in the hopes of attracting Shiro but mostly to distract himself from the troubles Grane and his team had. Gren wanted to go to his old friend and find out what happened, get involved, help out however he could. But this wasn't something he was suppose to be part of. Yes, Grane is Gren's friend, but this was about Grane's team and Robert's leadership. Unless Grane intends to make Gren part of his team, Gren needed to stay out of it. Or at least that's what he keeps telling himself. In the back of his mind Gren had already started forming plans to deal with Robert, either to make him a better leader, a better hunter, or no longer a problem. For Robert's sake, he had best hope that Gren it doesn't come to the third part. Because then Gren would have to kill him.
@harinezumikouken</s>
<|message|>Charon Mauveine
Charon Mauveine
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep! Charon's alarm set on his scroll buzzed obtrusively, vibrating the whole nightstand and making even more of a racket than it already was. The screen on the scroll strobed 8:45, and the alarm was titled: Breakfast (Weekend).
Mrrruurrghhh? Charon stirred in his comfy bed, disturbed by the buzzing gremlin on his nightstand. He turned over slowly, and with tired eyes still shut, hit the snooze button on his scroll. Mmmmmm...bettauu... And without another movement from the young man, he was again sound asleep. At least, not for another five minutes.
By the 3rd time he unconsciously hit the snooze button, he has been buzzed enough times for his brain to leave the murky waters of warm, wondrous sleep and into the ugly state of being both half dead and half alive. Guhhh... What time is it? He lifted his head out from under the covers and grabbed his scroll to turn off the annoying alarm. Hmph, it's 9:00am. I wonder what's for breakfast? He yawned and lifted the covers up so he could swing his legs out onto the freezing cold floor.
He yawned again, rubbing his eyes and scanned the room. The sunlight that pierced into the room was intense, and he had to squint while his eyes adjusted into focus. He noticed that all his team members where already gone, with a mess of blankets on Andromeda's bed "fortress", Ferris's bed was neat and tidy, like he had been up and gone for a while. Charon had a funny feeling growing inside of him, Huh, usually Ferris gets up before me, but Andromeda?
Grrooaaawwwlluuhh
And there was that terrible feeling, and along with it a realization that made him stop all thoughts of his morning routine. He glanced back at his scroll and read the time: it was now 9:04, around the time when the breakfast rush usually sets in at the mess hall. His mind slowly processed all of the information, and when it hit him his eyes grew wide in shock, realizing something very important about today: It's pancake day... His mouth watered at the thought delicious pancakes, stacked 3 or 4 high with melted butted and warm maple syrup with sides of scrambled eggs with peppers and maple sausage links.
Groooowwwwwwlllleeeeee...
Charon looked back at his scroll once again: it was 9:09.
Crap.
Panic set Charon into motion, and he practically leaped off his bed and into the bathroom to quickly use the toilet and to frantically brush his teeth. He hurried on out, then ran back in, forgetting to rinse his mouth out and flush the toilet. He ran back over to his nightstand to check his scroll: it was 9:13. His stomach growled in impatience, and in a blink of an eye, he swapped out of his night attire into the school uniform that was now wrinkled. He grabbed his shoes, tying them on one at a time while hopping forward to the door with the other foot.
Before his hand grabbed the door handle, he almost forgot about his hair, which from what he could tell, was a mess. He weighed the idea of either risking losing a spot in line for his rather unkempt and wild bed head. His amber eyes fixated on his favorite purple hat, lying on his nightstand. Hat? Or no hat? His anxious body held still for a moment, but he decided that personal appearance was better that the idea of everyone seeing his hair practically hang out like some wild and twisted grey monster on his head. He leapt for his hat and planted it on over his bedhead, ran back to the door, and slammed it shut in less than a few seconds.</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
Sangue's attention towards the fruit and Gren made her miss out on the details of what had happened to the team that recently arrived, but she presumed that they were not in a pleasant mood to begin with. From the unfortunately injured man to the teammates who questioned leadership and the likes, something bad enough to express such serious thoughts let the snake know that they lost something- no, someone valuable to them.
The thought of losing someone in her own team made her freeze deathly still before she steadily brought herself to relax.
As the headmaster turned his attention to a "Mr. Solidor," Sangue stared at the boy for a few moments.
"Mr. Solidor," a dark-haired man with a very clean-looking fashion sense compared to herself. His bright white clothes caught her eyes easily as she stared at them for a while.
She would remember him as "Mr. Solidor" if she met him again. She'd definitely try to. It sounded like something she would not mess up in... but then again, she had gotten the name "Luke" wrong before. The woman knew she had to be careful.
A stream of fire caught Sangue's attention as she watched Gren heat up his weapon before... setting up a grill.
Her eyes became fixated on the food he brought out.
Time... ticked.
The mushrooms, and the meat... The sausages, and the meat...
Although Sangue's favorite food was not related to meat that much, she felt her stomach rumble like an earthquake at the enticing sight of food. She stared at the grill as if it were some sort of soda dispenser constantly spilling out sodas on its own. If there was one bad side to her weapons that had become almost a part of her fighting style, it was that she could not use them as cooking utensils as well as Gren's tools.
Maybe one day, finding a way to make her sword heat up would let her cook food like him. The comical thought of Sangue raising her sword to the skies as a bunch of fire burst out of it for no reason filled her with hope to see something like that in the future.
In the meantime, the food itself had her full attention. It didn't help that she hadn't eaten anything aside from the fruits Gren had given her.
Cypher
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Ignoring the frightened stares he received from the people around him, Apophis walked down the streets of Vale as a particular bar caught his attention. Without an ounce of respect to his "friend's" workplace, the man kicked the door open, startling everyone in the bar.
And by everyone, he meant the bartender and some random fuckboy who always visited the goddamn bar in the morning and afternoon.
"MARK!" Apophis roared as he walked over to the counter, glaring into the face of a smiling bartender. His sharp teeth grinding against each other, the ex-manhunter raised a fist...
...before sitting down and slamming the counter, shaking the entire thing.
"...I guess this is my cue to leave?" The customer next to Apophis asked as if he had already seen the same thing happen before.
"Ye."
Paying as quickly as possible, the customer fled silently, leaving only Mark and Apophis facing each other- the same way they always did. The blond stood behind the counter, and the Worst Adoptive Guardian of the Century sat while snatching a bottle given to him.
"I need your help with something," Apophis grumbled. "And if it doesn't work out, I'm going to kill you by the time we're done."
"Well, uh..."
Looking around, Mark raised an eyebrow as he asked, "How on Remnant can I, a regular bartender, help you, anyway?"
Apophis knew just what to say to make an idiot like Mark understand him.
"Give me some fucking clothes."
"..."
"Don't give me that dumbass disappointed look."</s> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Charon Mauveine
Charon Mauveine
"No clue, he was up and at em' before any of us, but let me check my scroll..." His right hand dug into his pocket, only to find that it was devoid of said scroll, which made him quickly dig into his left pocket, and with not much luck. He gave up leaned back in his chair and let out a big sigh of frustration.
"That is, IF I had my Scroll!" Charon ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the monster, but it simply bounced back, much to his annoyance. He put his purple hat back on with another sigh, and finished his bowl of cereal, slurping down the rest of the milk and placing the bowl back on the tray.
"Just another drop in the bucket of things that went wrong this morning," He hung his head in misery, hoping that maybe this crap-full morning will turn out for the better. Charon glanced over at Andromeda, sipping her cup of coffee when he noticed that there were 3 other empty mugs off to the side.
"Did you get yourself enough caffeine? Heck, you drink anymore and I don't think you'll be able to sleep a day if you keep it up at this rate!" He shoved another spoonful of cereal into his mouth while she finished her coffee off.
"Oh? You look like you need caffeine yourself, considering how you got up last, AND late for breakfast! So I can drink as many as I please thank you very much!" She retorted, setting down her 4th mug with the rest.
Charon snorted, "Hmph, touché" while crossing his arms and glancing away from her. "I don't know what came over me to sleep through this morning," he put his right index finger to his lip, "Maybe I'm still worn through from Friday's sparring session in class?" He looked back to Andromeda, who simply shrugged.
Charon sighed once more, "Ah to hell with it, I shouldn't dwell so much on feeling like crap." He popped his neck and leaned forward in his seat, "So tell me, what's on your schedule today?"
He moved the tray aside and rested his elbow on the table, supporting his head while half-listening to Andromeda, but his mind quickly wandered, and started looking around at the other students, taking note on the extensive variety of both human and faunus around him. He felt the current of auras flowing around him, some more intense than others, and he couldn't really stand staying around much longer. He needed some solitude, as he was starting to crack under the pressure of so many auras that it was getting to the point were his head was starting to ache a little bit.
He sighed and rubbed his knuckles against his forehead, trying to regain his own senses and to keep them focused on himself, all in the while he forgot that Andromeda was probably talking to her. Then again, he already ignored her before she even began, so asking what she was talking about probably wouldn't be a great way to portray that he was tuned in.
Then a hand appeared in his face an snapped him into attention, "Are you even listening to me?"
So much for pretending to listen to what she's talking about...
Charon sat up straight with a guilty look on his face, faking a small laugh "Heh, uh yeah? I was listening the whole time I swear!"
She sat back and crossed her arms, and raised an unconvinced eyebrow. He smiled nervously, and decided it was time to get the hell out of Dodge, "Well this has been a nice chat!" He stood up, swiped up his tray, "I'm going back to the dorm to get my scroll, probably to take a shower and get a set of clothes that is not wrinkled through,"
He began to walk away before he paused to tell her one more thing: "Do me a favor and see if you can find the boss and let me know what he's up to?"
Andromeda's dual colored eyes gave him a look that could zap him where he stood, "Alright, I'll let you know when I find him."
"Sounds good, uh, see you later!" And without another word, he ran off to the dish-rack area to unload his dishes and exited the mess hall.
@Crimson Raven</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Air Docks
Grilling and Chilling
Cooking with white coal would make sure that the kebabs were grilled evenly and tasty. Only downside was that it'd take a while for them to cook. Still Gren had no issues taking his time, enjoying the sight of the oil dripping off the meat and popping onto the charcoal below. The smell of pork and beef slow roasting over the low fire. The fragrant scent of the mushrooms swelting in the heat, their sweet aroma wafting through the air. And the gentle breeze due to being near the cliff's side just made sure that this scent wafted not only near the grill, but the entire air docks. With any luck Shiro would catch a whiff of this and make a beeline straight to Gren and Sangue.
Gren didn't miss Sangue's rapted attention to his cooking. If her eagerness with the Suikan's were any indication, she was probably hungry. Now that he thought about it, didn't he and Shiro catch her while at the cafeteria? They must have grabbed her before she could eat breakfast… Now Gren was feeling kinda guilty. Not the sort of guilty that he'd bother thinking about the whole day, but guilty enough that once one of the kebabs were ready, she handed the skewer towards Sangue. He had a cloth napkin wrapped around the handle, to absorb oil and protect one's fingers from the hot metal skewers.
"First one of the day! Careful, they're hot. The bell peppers have some spicy chicken in it too, so if you don't like those you can just save them for me." Gren took out two more bottles of water for him and Sangue, as well as a large bottle of cider and some disposable cups. These cups were recyclable to ensure that they can be left in Forever Fall and they'll degrade harmlessly into nature. He poured himself, Sangue, and a third cup for Shiro will more apple cider. "I was going to save this once we were in Forever Falls, but I'm getting some munchies. Plus I still have plenty of food and charcoal left, so we can have a little snack for now." Taking out a booklet, it was a list of sorts of the various things one could eat in Forever Falls, which Gren hoped to try while they were there. The red sap of course was one of the better known edibles of the forest, but Gren also had a list containing a variety of mushrooms, fungi, and and root vegetables. He'd do a bit of hunting too, but he typically catches his game with traps as opposed to using his weapon. The God Eater doesn't exactly leave much left after successfully hitting a target after all.
Putting his book away Gren handed Sangue another ready skewer, while taking one for himself. "I love grilling. Reminds me of home. I'd remember me and my brothers and sisters going out to a little river a long walk away from the house. We'd start a little campfire, set up the grill, catch some fish, cook them right then and there. Roast them too, but that's just semantics I guess. I used to be smaller back then if you could believe that. Small enough to actually swim in a river, as oppose to just sinking into it like I do now." Gren's mind wandered back to better, more innocent times before this whole "White Fang" nonsense that shaped him to what he was now. Back when Gren still had older siblings.
"What about you Sangue, what do you like to eat?"</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
Sangue hadn't paid attention to anything else aside from the grill in front of her, so when Gren handed her the skewer, she jumped a little. The realization that she could have unintentionally ignored him for a bit made her think that she needed to not fall to the temptations food brought to her. Still, it was strange to notice that mushrooms smelled nice when they were being cooked- she had eaten cooked mushrooms before after living in the cities for a bit, but never did she eat grilled ones.
Either way, she had a good history with them. The poisonous mushrooms in the mountains didn't hurt her, so she did not hate them for giving her something to eat... but mushrooms without poison generally had better taste for her.
Without a second thought, Sangue quickly took the skewer as she bowed quietly to him before staring at the thing for a bit. She remembered Apep just eating really hot foods without much hesitance, but Sangue had once burned her tongue while eating from a bowl of black bean noodles. It was an unpleasant feeling, even though the noodles tasted good.
So she waited a bit, softly blowing air at the kebab skewer she held with both of her hands before taking a bite.
One bite was enough for the grilled food to exceed her expectations.
If one were to peak into Sangue's mind, they would be greeted with a universe exploding with an intensity that could only be rivaled by dozens of supernovas.
...It's good... she thought, glancing at Gren before the skewer. When she glanced at him again, she bowed slightly again before she hungrily devoured the rest of the food stuck on the skewer. She chewed slowly as if she were a snake trying to digest its food, yet her eyes shone as if she were standing by a warm fireplace.
Eating almost made Gren's question fly by unanswered. Snapping back to reality, Sangue turned to Gren before staring at the now bare skewer in her hands.
Her favorite food...?
It would technically be the very first things she ate with Apep when they went to the cities of Vale. Bread, and some coffee. Both in a chilly winter day left a taste that she could not forget after having eaten things without any cooking knowledge at her old home.
"Bread," she whispered. "Warm bread... on... a cold day. And... coffee... with it...
"But... I like to... eat anything... As long as... it lets me... live..."
Cypher</s> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Monday
Cian sighed as she looked up from her family day was today and it seemed despite her efforts her brother figure has managed to find out about much to her displeasure.
"Hey heard about the family day might show up so look out for me will ya?"
She continued to sit there staring at the message how did he find out? She made sure to not tell him after all it was only trouble he was normally a cool person but the sheer fact she had two male members on her team was bound to get him going. This was not going well either way she supposed she best be off to meet him but where would he be?</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet / Family - Arriving Airships (Monday)
Datura stared up at her old school, a knot forming in her stomach. The twenty-one year-old was beginning to regret making such a commitment to showing up for her daughter's "Parent's Day" event, long-buried feelings of nervousness and resentment re-surfacing for the first time in years. Aside from all of the strange looks she'd no doubt be getting for being so young, there was always the (very probable) chance that a teacher would recognize her. If that happened, well, she could kiss her hard-gained lifestyle of relative peace good-bye.
As if sensing her thoughts, Soot wrapped his right arm around her shoulders reassuringly. "If it gets bad for you, we can leave. I'm sure it won't hurt Siri's feelings." He whispered, leaning into her. "I don't think she expected us to come at all, to be honest." At this, he looked slightly ashamed. Typical. Internally shaking her head at her fiancé's- no, husband now-sensitivity, Datura wordlessly begin pulling him through the crowd of excited families. She would never admit it, but she missed the girl she'd nearly killed only a few years ago just as dearly as her softy of a man.
"She's got to be around here somewhere...if she isn't still smothering herself in blankets." Datura was very familiarized with her daughter's indulgent sleeping habits. "With any luck, one of her teammates woke her up before-" the ex-Beacon student was cut off by a gentle poke to her back. From the way he jumped, Soot had felt it too. Both of them turned around to be met with the sight of a beaming brunette.
"Mom! Dad!" was their only warning before being caught up it what could only be described as the world's most enthusiastic group hug. Soot, bless him, reciprocated immediately. Datura, on the other hand, was caught off guard and froze, a feeling of dread racing up her spine. Those words...shaking her head, she managed to choke out "O-oh, Si-Sepia, you startled me." Right away, the brunette's expression of enthusiasm shifted to worry as she pulled away.
Datura wilted slightly as her daughter said "Sorry, I forgot. Nothing loud or sudden." Feeling guilty over discouraging her friendliness, the older girl attempted to move onto a different subject.
"Don't worry about it. So, where's your team? Unless...you've managed to misplace them somehow." She smirked.</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
(Original followup image deleted because it sucked)
The eyes of a red snake opened slowly.
Morning had arrived again.
It felt no different from any other day, but it was a bit of a special day. The reason for why it was special remained hazy to Sangue Naga as her vision became less of a colorful blur. Her sheets had been tossed over against the wall next to her, her skin weakly glowing under the morning.
Why she did not wear anything aside from the cloth wrapped around her body, she did not remember. But the woman was not one to ask about anything she became curious of. She only asked when she believed she absolutely needed to know about something.
Her long hair covering parts of her bare skin, she glanced at her arm.
Or rather, arms.
She remembered why she felt sore. Sangue had slept with her prosthetic on.
Her eyes trailing over its simple design, she watched as she let the arm slowly move its fingers. The nerves of her shoulder that had never served a purpose after it had been severed from her arm had suddenly become far more important than ever. Before, she would wildly swing a chained Claw and sometimes calculate swinging arcs to latch onto things.
Now she needed to get used to an arm- something she hadn't lived with even before she had properly learned how to use a blade from someone else.
By concept, she could now do a few more things than her one-armed self. She could pick up trays with two hands like others, eat a hamburger without having to cut it up, and cut steak comfortably.
She could also hold a puppy without the fear of dropping it on its head.
Now that she thought about it, there was a plethora of new things she could do.
She had yet to show it to her team, though. She almost stayed up overnight just swinging her shiny new arm around like it was a baseball bat. While she felt tired for wasting her time with the handy prosthetic, however, she did not want to oversleep.
Even if it meant that she could dose off for an entire day while following a daily school life with her friends.
I… should thank Shiro and Gren later, she thought, feeling the sensation of the prosthetic's metal with her real hand. It felt heavier than her Claw, but not by too much. She could get used to it.
---
The snake left her dorm with her usual black-red robes as she sat in the cafeteria, absentmindedly staring at the table in front of her. She blinked, her mind partially dipping into a train of thought.
Apep didn't arrive yet.</s> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Mindaro Mondays - Galla
A woman had chosen to sit down next to her. The presence of another person on the bench was noticeable; in the corner of her eyes, she could see the flowing red locks, and the quiet shuffling of clothing had not been drowned out by the bustling sounds of the campus grounds. She continued to silently watch the airships glide through the clear Valic skies, delivering their passengers to their assigned destinations. The woman wasn't doing anything. It was not something particularly unexpected; she had no knowledge of the other party, and the reverse was most likely a fact as well.
It didn't really matter that much. All she really needed to do was to wait. The silent glances sent in her direction were of little importance to her.
However, the frequency of the glances suggested an interest in her. Galla turned her head, her hazel eyes meeting the vermilion orbs of the other woman through a curtain of jet-black hair. There were symbols on the woman's face, arranged in a manner akin to tribal markings she had observed in documentaries. Shades of red were ever-present on the figure; prior experience suggested that due to the large amount of colour, the likelihood of the taller woman being a huntress was rather high. She didn't know for what reason a huntress or likely huntress-in-training would take interest in her, but it appeared that such had occurred.
She didn't particularly care for why, but beyond the dull sounds of soft breathing, nothing else had left the other woman's mouth.
"Hello."
She supposed if the other woman wished to enquire something of her, she would start the conversation necessary for such.</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Their eyes locked.
She did not turn away from the woman when they faced each other. The snake blinked, her gaze peering into the woman who had an expression just as idle as her own.
Ships sailed in the skies, and the morning calm soothed the snake's mind.
Time ticked normally, and shortly after their eyes met, the woman spoke.
A greeting.
For some reason, the woman reminded Sangue of someone she met before. She couldn't exactly tell who, so she presumed that it was someone she met very briefly.
The red-haired swordswoman bowed softly in response.
"He...llo."
Taking in the physical traits of the young woman next to her, Sangue blinked.
"Have... we met be...fore...?"</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Mindaro Mondays - Galla
"No we haven't."
Her reply was toneless, lacking even the slightest emotion. The girl had never met the woman next to her before. If they were a huntress at Beacon Academy, however, it wouldn't be a surprise if they had seen her sibling before. That was a likely reason for the assumption; she and Gratia looked remarkably similar to one another.
"You might've met big sister," she clarified, her inflection changing not a single iota.
It was an understandable mistake for a stranger to make.</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
The woman being the sister of a certain someone she met made a bit of sense.
Although emotionless, the young woman spoke in a way that let Sangue understand her easily. It also made her interested- to see someone who lacked emotions, perhaps more so than herself.
The dark-haired person felt more like a Huntress than Sangue herself. She spoke with nothing holding her back, and more notably, she spoke like a cog wasn't stuck between her words unlike the Naga. Yet, something about her felt like she was visiting rather than attending the academy.
Perhaps she was waiting for her big sister. If she didn't attend the academy, then there was a chance her sister was attending if the girl was simply visiting.
"Are... you wai…ting for… your sister…?" Sangue asked.
Sangue herself was waiting for Apep. A whole lot of other people were, undoubtedly, waiting for close friends or family members. The woman next to her could be one of them.</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Mindaro Mondays - Galla
Galla shook her head. Her sister didn't know that they had arrived yet, so there was no reason to wait for her. It wasn't necessary for her to care about it. In any case, they would be seeking her big sister out later in the day. Gratia would likely be elated by her parents' presence.
"I'm waiting for my parents."
She didn't know how long they would take. The sixteen year old girl didn't really care. Even if there was no specified time, she could continue waiting until her parents freed themselves from the grasp of the city.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gymnasium
Talking to people
Gren watched and waited when he heard Sapphire call out to him. He was somewhat surprised to see that she had brought family here, and wanted to introduce them to him. He had half thought she would have instead warned her family of the ogre who lived at her school and eats children. That and he was slightly embarrassed as he was hardly wearing his best clothes: he wore faded jeans, dirty brown boots, and a ragged black long sleeve as this was what he wore when he worked. It wasn't his armor because he wasn't expecting any explosions like if he was working on his jet pack.
Still no sense in being shy now. Gren bowed his head as Sapphire's family. He would have extended his hand if he wasn't carrying things. "Hello! Nice to meet y'all. Gren Orchid, the big guy in the team. Well, other big guy. I never knew you had a sister Sapphire!" Gren casually commented. He tried to put on a friendly facade even if he doesn't particularly like Sapphire: no sense in being rude in front of her family. "Sapphire is our Team Leader, if she hasn't told you before. You should hear some of the things we've done together, you'd be quite impressed." Not entirely a lie. It mostly relies on Sapphire's own storytelling, as far as Gren was concerned his last few missions have ended… Poorly. Successfully, but poorly.
Gren worried that he was starting to run out of things to talk about when Emerald arrived and got Gren's attention. Hopefully he could use this opportunity to excuse himself. "Emerald! Glad you showed up, I was worried I'd have to find you. Yeah I got your weapons done, though I only had one issue." Gren faced Emerald and presented her two pairs of her gauntlets. "I kinda forgot if you wanted the rocket launchers for each arm or only when you combine them. See, if you have a rocket launcher in each arm that's pretty much double the firepower, but you might find your weapons a bit heavier than usual. The combined form is much lighter, but you'd have to switch between your shotgun and your rocket launcher form separately. I made two for you just in case you wanted to give them a try before you make a final decision. They're just the Mark 2, so once you feel comfortable with one just find me again and I can work out any kinks you may have found."
Turning back to Sapphire and her family Gren bowed once more. "My apology. I'm something of a craftsman as well. I was actually here looking for Emerald and Skyra to deliver their equipment. I'd love to stay and chat, but I must finish some business before it's too late. It was nice meeting all of you! If you'll excuse me…" Gren then turned back to Emerald, still holding onto her weapons as he was speaking. He motioned towards the workshop where it was less crowded. "If you'd like, we can test your weapons at the firing range. Hopefully the ensuing explosions would also attract Skyra."
@Prince of Seraphs</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Parents.
The word, for some reason, made her think. She thought about her parents, and who they were. Her parents, who she never met for the entirety of her life, even though their traces showed that they did not hate her.
She never recalled ever having the permission to say the words "mother" and "father" in any way. It was as if they never existed, even though she knew they did.
Some parents were not nice, but many of the ones she saw were polite or dedicated to making their children lives' happier.
Nodding, the red snake turned to the skies with an expression softer than before.
"I'm… waiting for… a friend…"</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Mindaro Mondays - Galla
"Is that so."
Galla watched as the redhead next to her turned back to the skies once more, before silently pulling her unblinking gaze away as well. She was already retrieving her folded-up newspaper, spreading it open to a random pair of pages. It was a Valic tabloid she had obtained for free on the airship ride from Mistral. There was little distinction between the material it contained and that of papers from her native city, only differing in the coverage of local affairs. Her hazel eyes glanced down at the familiar black ink of the printed words, taking in the information that the newspaper sought to provide her. They were covering local affairs.
It was irrelevant to her. There was no necessity for her to learn of events that would have little effect in Mistral.
It didn't really matter.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
When Robert finally left the hospital room he had called home the past couple days, the first thing he did was stretch out his limbs. A couple cracks could be heard from his joints as he moved around, but nothing at all out of the ordinary. Once he'd finished, the boy turned to Sand who appeared to have been patiently waiting for him by the door like she had said she would do. "Hey, sorry for taking so long. The nurse liked to drone on about how to not injure myself so much and to make sure to keep future wounds clean so they aren't infected again," he said, obviously not having much interest in the what they had to say. "So how do I look?"
Considering how before he'd been admitted to Beacon's medical wing, the redhead had been caked in both blood and dirt, before being wrapped in enough bandages to make a mummy jealous with antibiotics pumped into his system almost constantly, Robert actually looked pretty good. In fact, he appeared completely normal, as if the mission had never even occurred. The shrapnel was too small to leave any visible wounds after the past couple days of healing, the scar left from the beowolves' slash across his chest was hidden beneath his shirt, and the mark left behind by the sharp rock that had struck him in the head was hidden by his bangs. All visible wounds left behind by the Taking of Fort Jaegar appeared absent. "Probably like crud still right? At least I feel a lot better. Chest still aches from those broken ribs though."</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Monday
"One day I will manage to get that idiot to stop doing these things" Cian muttered under her breath as sat in the courtyard looking for her brother figure/guardian/pain in the neck/narcissistic asshole. Dont get her wrong Cian was eternally thankful for what he did and was doing for her and as such loved him as she would a brother but by the heavens above did he manage to piss her off lately. Leaning back a bit she kept sighed softly as she tried to keep her eye open for a person with a furred purple hat.
Tristan Mauve
"Well well guess the school aged well like some people are bound to." He muttered to himself as he walked through the entrance of the school. Tristan stood tall at a six foot 4. He had a lean build like that of a runner or a swimmer with tight black slacks and a white shirt with his signature purple jacket. He often got compared to how similar his and Cian's style was similar but "Its bound to happen when one grows up with a clean cut figure as myself" He muttered once more with a joyful laugh at the end. Wonder how the old stomping grounds held up without me creating craters ever other week. He thought to himself as he kept a single eye out for his sister.</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
A quietness that somewhat resembled serenity soon fell over the two.
Watching the white trails painted on the vast canvas known as the skies, Sangue's train of thoughts floated down to many places. From her wonder of when Apep would arrive to figuring out more about what makes her team happy, her simplistic thinking process made her space out for several moments. To some, she could look thoughtless, but Sangue was more than willing to think about a lot of things, even if she thought slower than others.
For her, it was good to keep thinking about things. It let her mind keep functioning and warm itself up for every day.
She glanced at Galla once, blinking at the newspaper, before turning back to the skies. And she decided to remain quiet, hopeful in that she wouldn't annoy the woman next to her by constantly attempting to talk naturally. The red snake wondered if there were other places she could visit while Apep wasn't around, but for now, sitting right where she was suited her well enough.</s> |
<|description|>The Phantom
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Roach Faunus – The Phantom has powerful carapace shells littered across his body. The Phantom is capable of entering many solid surfaces with enough depth to contain him as he traverses at relatively high speeds.
Semblance: Metamorphosis – HIDDEN High Level
Weapons: Labertasche – A metallic blade whip. As soon as it wraps around an opponent, it puts the opponent at a heavy disadvantage, as it is mostly used to lock itself into a solid surface rather than to solely trap the opponent. There are several ways to escape it once it wraps around one's body, but making the wrong move will chip the blades into his or her vital points.
Lustmolch – HIDDEN
Dimwit – HIDDEN
Specialty: HIDDEN
Personality: As his partner describes him, "Whatever he's smoking, it most likely only exists in his head." The Phantom holds rather questionable morals, his toxic behavior making him an ideal example for the least ideal Huntsman. He's the type of guy who'd put mustard in fried rice and call it "tribal food," though he's still not enough of a monster to hold people's hands without permission. Despite his four-dimensional and harshly linear desire for earning riches, he is true to his word in that he will never work for something for the sake of being "purely good or evil," and will follow whatever word he promises to the very end. It's hard to think if he's ever had a harsh past or has some kind of reason for being so greedy, but there's one thing for sure- the more cash in the line, the harder he's going to bust his butt off to get it.
His female counterpart, Phran, instead possesses a quiet personality. The two have similar intellect, though the way they use it is rather different. Their relationship remains unknown, though some speculate they are either siblings or could potentially be a single person split into two.
Color: Very Pale Lime</s>
<|message|>Sand Vespa
Sand slowed as she neared what she thought was the PE classroom. She produced her Scroll in one hand, ensuring that the room number above the door was the same as the one marked in her schedule, and leaned in past the frame. Her peeking revealed the training equipment she had been expecting, along with a few students already inside, but no professor.
She supposed that was good. Must have meant she was not late, and she'd have some time to herself before the class started.
Readjusting the strap on her duffel bag, she strode into the room, beelining towards one of the empty benches. She took her seat there, setting her bag down next to herself. Seeing as she had missed the Grimm Studies class, some of the bulk inside like the extra change of clothes she had packed would likely go unused, but that detail was hardly worth thinking about at that point.
Instead, she glanced at the other students in the room, listening to the few snippets of their conversation that reached her. Seeing them together, she found herself wondering if any of her teammates was enrolled in this class.
She frowned slightly.
Perhaps I should have made more of an effort to learn their schedules. Sharing class could have been a good excuse to learn more about them. Or everyone could focus on their own tasks and not share a word. Hard to say without knowing how the class is taught.
Sand hummed and gave the barbell behind her a searching glance, wondering if she should simply start training on her own while she waited, but quickly discarded the idea. She was not so terribly impatient that she could not wait a few minutes for their professor.
Instead, she leaned forwards, resting her arms against her knees in a relaxed posture while she continued to idly eavesdrop on the other students.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Write
Survival
Armory class had come and gone in a flash, after having her little talk with Amy, Emerald was feeling a lot better. Sure, Amy wasn't ready to talk just yet, but at least she hadn't outright rejected her, right?
But never mind that now, she'd see Amy after classes. Right now, she needed to focus on all these cupcakes that were apparently on everyone's seats in Survival! As Oswald spoke blasphemy and Anna punished him for it, Emerald had already stuffed an entire cupcake into her mouth.
After a minute or two Emerald had scarfed the whole thing down, after a swallow Emerald pointed a finger at Oswald. "Sweets make the world go around Oswald. Don't anger the gods of sugar with your blasphemous heresy!"
Emerald stood up on top of her desk. "Listen! These cupcakes will give us the energy we need to survive! That's what our good teacher is trying to tell us!" She exclaimed this rather loudly.</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
@FlitterFaux
"Both of 'em, actually." Ben answered, after mulling the question over a second. "I had me, Sangue, Nuit, and Skye at first. Picked up a few strays after that, but started with them."
After that, though, Bastille's captain gave a long, low whistle. As hectic as his weekend had been, Luke's had been even more hectic. Somehow. He had to wonder sometimes if they didn't just attract it. If somehow they didn't just draw the insanity around them towards themselves, given all of the bizarre occurrences they had to deal with. Even at a place like Beacon it really did seem like they were magnets for extra crazy.
Though, honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. It'd be too dull.
So the blacksmith clapped his friend on the back and flashed him a grin.
"Look at it this way, man, life has to heap the crazy on us. It's the price for us just being so goddamn handsome. A terrible burden, but one we can bear." Ben's grin widened a little. "We gotta find some time to hang out. You can tell me about this Atlesian lunatic that followed you home, I've only heard the legends."
He turned the smile on Skye as the girl approached, and pulled a chair a little closer so she could still talk once she'd taken a seat. The hand not resting on Luke's shoulder gave her a friendly wave.
"Hey, Skye, good to see you. Glad everything turned out alright with the Dionaea, that got a little hectic."</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Survival Class
Mucking About in Survival Class
Armory Class went by quickly. After Sapphire had come in to inform him and Oswald of her leave, Gren just sort of went into autopilot mode. It was sort of a final nail into the coffin; his team was truly gone now. Surely the administration would assign him a new one but… He was alone. He wasn't sure how to feel about it so the best bet was to just let himself be lost in his work. He finished his project for Oswald, only needing that barrier generator comparable to the coliseum. Gren's essay was lengthy and technical but also filled with needless fluff and jargon just to pad out the length and make it seem more impressive. The only real details anyone could discern from it, once they remove the useless bits of information, was that Gren worked on a sword for Oswald. No further information was given beyond that.
The next class he had was Survival. It was both practical and entertaining, a sort of quasi camping except with real dangers. Gren had to remember that no matter how pleasant it may seem, things could always take a turn for the worse. Grimm could attack, a natural disaster may strike, or the teachers may even assign them a lengthy essay to write instead of doing all of the fun stuff. He had to be on his toes and ready for any situation. And the most dangerous of them… Free Cupcakes. Gren took a seat and noticed the cupcake just sitting in front of him. In front of everyone really. If Gren had to guess it was for them, but perhaps there was a test? See if this was poisoned? Perhaps a metaphorical one, like not accepting gifts that look too good? Or maybe the teacher just wanted to treat them to snacks?
Either way Gren took the cupcake and ate it. He was a robot, he'll be fine. And it turned out to be a damn good cupcake. "I should have probably scanned it to see how it was made. This is delicious." He said quietly to himself. Gren then just watched with mild amusement at how the others reacted to the cupcakes. Most with apathy, some with paranoia, and some with heated passion to answer the paranoia. It made the green faunas chuckle. The end result was largely the same; everyone ate a cupcake. He wondered if they were expected to make their own cupcakes in the wild. Certainly a more difficult task than say, surviving a week against a horde of grimm. Sugar wasn't exactly something you could just find in a forest, as far as Gren knew.</s>
<|message|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing)
Physical Education
As the Dionaea vaporized into black smoke, Trad dropped his arms to the side and let out a sigh of relief. "Finally. Good work everyone!" He said to Robert, Cian, and Llyr. Though they weren't the ones to actually kill the Reisen class Grimm, the Nordic hunter was sure their distraction played a big part overall. Llyr then made the statement that the fight was boring, something Trad couldn't' help but protest. "Boring? Did we fight the same Grimm?" He asked almost baffled by Llyr's remark.
The sound of the bell cut any further conversation short. Since he was going from one physically active class to another, Trad saw little point in changing clothes or fixing himself up, not that he would have time for either. Quickly dropping off his weapons, Trad went straight from his locker to PE and he found himself one of the later ones to arrive. While there were a number a faces he recognized from around the school, the one that stood out was his team's newest member and leader Sand.
"Need a spotter?" Trad jokingly asked Sand as he approached his team leader resting his arms on the barbell next to her. "You missed a hell of a fight in Grimm Studies. Port decided to throw a Dionaea at us. Damn thing nearly took my head off, and threw poor Robert across the room." Trad's messy appearance supported the story with a number for hair strands loose from his ponytail and beads of sweat still rolling down his head. "So, I take you finally got all that stuff with your transfer figured out?"</s>
| <|message|>The Phantom
As students continued to file in and enter the classroom, Sangue glanced between her cupcake and the students that came in.
In-between her glances, her gaze eventually trailed to the professor, who sat at the front of the class.
Sangue remembered the professor. If she recalled correctly... Lauren knew her the most. Turning to Lauren, who seemed to be in deep thought with her cupcake, she presumed they were friends. It wouldn't be a surprise if they were. Perhaps the professor blushed because she was happy to see Lauren.
She remembered what Mark told her at the bar.
---
"Mark..." She asked with a cup of milk in her two hands. "Why... do people's faces... turn red?"
His eyes gleaming with brilliance, the blond man drank out of his own cup with his pinky finger sticking out. With a quick wink, he told her with a trash-eating grin,
"Cause they don't want to turn blue."
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That was probably the first time she thought about ignoring someone.
Yes. The professor could just be happy to see Lauren...
Remaining quiet, the red snake's eyes trailed over the classroom again. Bianca fell into her vision quite quickly, considering how she was one seat away and there was no way Sangue could miss her. With that, she bowed to the white-haired girl in silence. She then turned to the classroom again.
Emerald was with two people, exclaiming something about cupcakes... and how they were good for one's energy.
A brown-haired girl sat with a bare minimum of interest towards the people around her, though a rather polite girl who waved at the professor sat near her.
And there was Gren, too.
Her eyes fell upon the big student, who ate the cupcake at his desk. He was alone.
Sangue tilted her head at him, observing him silently. She waited, remembering that he had a team of his own the last time she met him.
What were his team members like?
She wondered.
Her red eyes bore at him, thinking of what she could give him later. She could give him her cupcake, but she held onto it in case Lauren wanted to do something with it. And it also seemed like a rather lazy way of thanking him.
Apep told her to not be lazy, even if her efforts were not recognized. She took his word for granted.
Instead, she slowly raised her prosthetic arm. Not knowing if he would notice her, she waved at him quietly, the arm close to her chest. She did not have anything with her for now... so a greeting would be better than nothing, she supposed.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun.
"I'll have a gander at it," Aurellius said as he stepped up to the plate, windmilling his right arm to stretch it. Even without his Semblance, he was feeling good. Exercise was just another daily thing for him, and the stuff thrown into PE was for pipsqueaks. He barely felt the burn through his arms and legs, and even then he paid it no mind. He was used to harder stuff. Even if he was tired, all he had to do was activate his Semblance and let the pain trickle away.
Watching Diamond walk back, he grinned slightly and gave her a thumbs up. Their solution to the problem was pretty boring, but he had to congratulate her for finding another person to do the job with. Equal split of labor meant an easier time, too bad Agesander was being a bit of an ass. Aurellius stepped forward as Agesander clicked another button, the area reforming back to its previous state so participants couldn't just steal another student's way with no work.
He rubbed his chin as he examined the area. Blocks of all sizes, grappling ropes scattered in random places. It would be pretty stupid to go through all the effort of stacking, so he improvised. Technically, there was no rules against what he was going to attempt as he bent forwards, picking up a small foot by foot cube.
The medallion wasn't too high up. Shot-put was easy, too. All you needed was good form and even a modicum of strength turned into greater gains. The box itself was the problem. It obviously gave the finger to aerodynamics. He let out a deep breath as he got into position, activating his Semblance. Whatever the teacher didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and he needed the extra strength to make the shot more accurate.
It was a damn good shot. Almost perfect as it soared through the air. His slightly pulled arms growled at him, but he paid them no mind as the box impacted with the rafters. The medallion clattered as it was ripped from its post, jingling as it impacted with the wall and fell back down to the earth with a final clang. Aurellius calmly strode over to the trinket, picking it up and grinning.
"All you said was that I had to touch it, boss."</s>
<|message|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing)
Trad Oak – Practice
"Well, not exactly." Trad turned his gaze to the ground, he knew someone would ask that sooner or later. "Let's just say I wasn't technically accepted here until a few hours ago." He wasn't ashamed to admit his failure, but he rather not go around telling everyone about it. Besides, he was just getting to know this guys, he didn't even know his name.
"Ah, there's time for stories later. Let's get to the range before we get our heads ripped off." Trad changed the subject mostly so they could get a move on, he dared not imagine what Vanhomrigh would do if they lagged behind. "My names Trad by the way." He held out his hand to the tank driver, but couldn't help but notice pain in his voice as he called out another student's time. "You alright? Didn't hurt yourself on the course did you? "</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice
Robert didn't really pay attention to Ms. Vanhomrigh's instructions on how to properly load a rifle. He knew how to load his own weapons and the teacher's aid had already said earlier that each student could use their own weapon. He did pick up bits and pieces of what she said though, one of which was the new instruction that the earlier instruction about using their own weapons was no longer applicable. Robert panicked a bit. He had to hope that using these rifles wasn't much different from using his own bracers. Of course they were.
Robert chose a random rifle and fumbled with it at first. He'd seen so many movies where action stars would easily lift up heavier guns one-handed that he'd expected himself to be able to do the same. Now holding the gun with both hands instead, he carried it to the firing line. Robert took his stance, wishing he had paid more attention to the aid beforehand. Instead of being parallel with his chosen target, he had his left food forward and his right foot back. He completely missed the instruction of leaning forward and bending at the knees. At least his feet were at shoulder-width distance and his head was brought to the gun.</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connoly- Survival
As Oswald and Abel fought off the Itzamna, they found assistance in the form of their fellow classmates. Daniel easily eliminated an Itzamna that attempted to sneak up on Oswald during his own battle, before running off and calling that Oswald owed him one.
Meanwhile, Jack the speedster was making his way between Itzamna, tearing through the raptors like a hot knife through butter. It would be a lie for Oswald to say he wasn't impressed; to make such effective use of a Semblance like that must have required quite a bit of training. Learning how to focus while moving so fast was a hell of a feat.
While the students fought to eliminate the Grimm surrounding them, their professor called out for them all to cover their ears, before throwing a grenade into the air. Oswald barely managed to do so, but his broken wrist had led him to inadequately protect his left ear, which was left ringing tremendously. Dizzied by the sound blast, Oswald clumsily took off after Vorosky, deciding that in his current state, he would be less useful than a wet towel if he tried to do anything more than escape with his giblets intact.
After they reached the riverbed, Oswald could barely hear what Vorosky was saying. He noticed the washers the professor had thrown on the ground and grabbed one, following after Abel in hopes that it would be enough to show him what he had to do. As his classmate grabbed a pallet and got on board, Oswald did the same, floating a few meters upriver from his ally. Hopefully they were in the clear from here on out.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla Montgomery
Priscilla had no idea what was happening and she didn't really pay attention to the instructor because, hello, the girl is a gunfighter herself. So this was going to be like cutting a piece of cake in a birthday party. Good thing that she could use her own weapon, she took out her weapon pressing the small button as it turned into riffle mode. "Let's.. do this..!" she'd said looking towards her target squinting her eyes towards it.
Her left foot was forward and her right foot was back, as she bent her knees, while leaning a bit forward. Priscilla's aiming was good and all but with all these people around her it did put her a bit nervous. Her left eye was close, while her right was aiming targeting the target. She was at the firing line with the others, the instructor got Priscilla even more nervous. The others would see a bad bitch like Priscilla holding a pink riffle and getting ready for the shot, also Robert was in this class. Wow, she completely forgot about that, hopefully her ass won't be as nervous and make the shot good.</s>
<|message|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein
Marcus Goldstein - Practice
Marcus shook Trad's hand firmly.
"It is nothing major, I broke some things during the introductory spars. My aura can cover for me for a lesson." he reassured Trad. The soul power was useful like that. Marcus turned to Shiro.
"Well, I only meant for fun, but okay. If I win you will help me out with maintenance for a day." he responded to Shiro's offer of a wager with a slight smile to indicate he bore the faunus no ill will.
"Hey Trad, want in on this too?" he offered to the side, yet at that moment they arrived at the range.
For Marcus a lot of the instruction was old hat. Frankly he would be more surprised by someone not knowing range safety. Even civilians were encouraged to teach children how to use small calibre rifles to hunt Ratotosk and the like. Still, there were always those foolhardy few that needed to be reminded that weapons were dangerous, and not toys. Basic safety lessons that every self respecting range conducting officer repeatedly drilled in the heads of anyone within a mile of their shooting range. Booger hookers made him grin for no real reason, though he smartly kept his head down and followed instructions to the letter. One roasting was enough for him. Idly he checked the stock of his given weapon, making sure the barrel was still pointing harmlessly into the sky. Just like the rifle of his childhood, the stock held a small compartment for cleaning and maintenance tools. Most importantly to him, it held a small table that helped shooters calculate bullet drop, wind factors and even effects of the Coriolis effect. As stated previously: Stock the thing was entirely capable of reaching out and touching a target two miles away.
Not that they would need it for the moment given the targets set up were more suited to assessing if the rookie hunters knew what end of the rifle made the bangy noise. A flash of pink caught Marcus' eye and for a second he just stared in mute fascination before he snapped back and kept his gaze fixed forward. He prepared for high impact lessons reaching Priscilla in three, two, one...</s>
<|message|>Rayna Bryson
Rayna Bryson - Survival
What does one typically expect from a survival class? Well, lessons in survival is the clearest answer and up until a point, Survival class was precisely that. They were tasked with finding dry wood that would make good fuel for a fire. That task was easier said than done considering she didn't pair up with anyone - she simply didn't recognise anyone who she could feasibly move up to and begin a conversation with. So unfortunately, Rayna lacked the efficiency of the other students.
That, of course, didn't seem to matter in the long run of things as one of the thick-headed students disturbed a nesting group of Itzamna. That was all well and good until about two seconds later when the Grimm decided that the student in particular would make a very good meal and began to take off after him.
What happened after that point blurred away into a constant cycle of slashing, shooting and kicking any of the little beasts that strayed too close. Rayna wasn't paired with anyone so, out of a desire to remain in one piece and not subsequently fail Survival by dying in it, she merged herself with another group. Together and with the help of the other groups and the teacher, they somehow managed to repel wave after wave of the Grimm but attrition was becoming a real problem amongst them. As it went in Remnant, nearly all of them had some form of gun involved in their weaponry and once the ammunition began to run a little dry, it was mindlessly decided that they needed to evacuate - the next class was coming up, anyways.
Rayna was a tad bit disappointed, however. She had expected survival to simply be them lighting a fire or another mundane task but it had proven to be the most exhilarating class so far. So, upon slashing out the throat of another Itzamna and blasting its buddy into a cloud of smoke, she made a tactical retreat with the rest of them. A few of the students, including her, used their ranged advantage to give the heavily-armoured students time to get away on the small rafts before they too, joined them.
Just as the last of the students were making for the shore, Rayna dragged the makeshift pallet down towards the waters edge. With a single look over her shoulder, she noticed a few Salamanders dropping from the branches above - the Professor had let off a grenade which was giving them a small headache. Smiling softly, Rayna turned her attention back to the raft and dived forward onto it, pushing it into the water as it carried her forward. Surprisingly, it stayed afloat but the current was a lot quicker than she thought it would be. "Professor! How do we get out of here!? Was the entrance not back that way!?" She shouted over the chaos and the swell of the angered waters.</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> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Ears drooping, Shiro sighed. Smiling, he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, well I guess we went about this all wrong. I promise that after all this is done, I'll hear your story." His smile vanished as he barked a familiar phrase to Gren. "Gren! Eyes on me!" Forcibly exhaling all of his breath out to empty his lungs as much as possible, he then sharply inhaled to fill his chest to capacity with air. With a sudden thunderous roar, the air exploded with the sound of Shiro's activated Semblance, his face flushing red and veins visibly throbbing as he sustained his roar for as long and as loud as he could. [King's Voice]
Shiro felt the familiar electric tingle of his Faunus senses sharpening, as would Gren. All other living things in sight or hearing of Shiro would be slammed with the opposite effect, having their senses dulled severely. Gripping his axe, he lifted it and hefted it onto his back, flipping over the two faunus that stood in front of them. "Gren! Incapacitate and restrain them, I'm gonna pursue the runner! Inform Sapphire and Abel of the situation, we'll link up with them once we've gotten these guys to safety!" Barreling out of the same door he saw the deer faunus escape through, but before leaving the room, he stopped. Turning in the doorway to shout back at 'Mauve', he said once again. "Mauve! I'm sorry we have to do this! I can't let you do this to yourself! This isn't something you can easily come back from! We'll take care of you and I'll listen to your story! All of your stories! I promise!" Finished, he shifted his axe back to their sword & shield mode, ripping his sword from the shield. Practically tearing up the ground, he chased after 'Coral' the deer faunus and quickly gained on her. Once within range, Shiro leapt into the air and squeezed the trigger hidden in the hilt of his sword. With a loud bang! he fired off a Dust Shotshell and propelled himself through the air. Raising his shield arm, he aimed to bring the face of the shield down on her to quickly knock her out and stun her.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Gren would have sighed, but he supposed intimidation wasn't really going to be something that would work. These faunas have lived most of their lives intimidated by others, so being scared by him was their only, and perhaps last, act of defiance. Looking at Shiro when he told Gren to do so, the tiger faunas roared as loudly as he could. This made Gren sigh and tried to remind Shiro of something only by mouthing the words. "Subtly?"
But what was done was done. Shiro ran off to get the fauna who ran for it, leaving Gren to handle the others. Easy. Using his Semblance he forced the friction of their feet to be immensely strong, preventing them from being able to left their legs and run. Only Shiro was spared this as Gren casually walked over to each of the Faunas, his armored helmet covering his face again. When Shiro was gone, he spoke his mind about the situation.
"I won't argue that what you want is wrong. It's a valid desire... But consider this. If you could chose to be human, what stops others from saying that all faunas should be human? They would now have the means to make it so. You think the humans are bad enough, those who can't stand to live with us. But just imagine what would happen if they suddenly had a choice to be able to change us simply by bullying and threatening. It's a shame that you're so willing to fight for this cause, here and now. We could have used someone with your passion. But you're my enemy now."
Putting the God Eater on his back, Gren went over to Mauve and Deneb. His hands shot and closed around each of their necks as he began to asphyxiate them. In his mind, he started to calculate how long he should hold each one of them to ensure that they would fall unconscious with minimal brain damage. Something he had a lot of practice doing. When those two stopped moving Gren dropped them, allowing his Semblance to keep them pinned to the ground. Than he moved onto the other faunas, who had to watch as he began to choke the consciousness out of each and every faunas. Some tried to fight, but no matter where they hit they wouldn't even cause Gren to tickle. When he came to the last faunas, Gren revealed something else about himself.
"You may think I'm a monster. That is true. I chose to give up being a faunas too. I made the decision to try to change myself because I felt it was what I wanted... And I regret what I've lost. I'm not going to let you all make the same mistake."
And like all the others, Gren choked out the last faunas, letting his body fall to the floor once he was properly unconscious. With a sad sigh, Gren than went about binding their limbs with whatever sort of cloth he could use as rope. It was a good thing his team members weren't here. He didn't want to show them this side of him. He liked to think he was still a nice guy who just sort of does bad things.</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - The Shelter
Several more doctors entered the room and Sapphire maneuvered around them easily not wanting to draw any attention just yet. Sapphire wanted to see how this would play out. She'd been hoping that they doctors might talk about the procedure or go over it with the patient and assure them the risk was slight. Unfortunately they merely applied a sedative gas. The red haired doctor opened a case full of operating tools. Sapphire's heart froze at the sight of them. Small sterile knives, there blades honed for the purpose of cutting flesh. Other instruments that looked more designed for torture than treatment.
Sapphire took in two breaths and breathed out letting the air calm her beating heart. If everything she saw upset her she would never make it as a hunter. She had to learn to shove those feelings aside.
At the sight of the needle however Sapphire lost it. Blood, gore, explosions, destruction and even death she could handle with a calm face as long as the situation demanded it but surgical equipment and needles pushed Sapphire's buttons in a very specific fearful area of her brain. Sapphire took two steps forward and grabbed the sides of two of the doctors head who were standing side by side. With all of her might Sapphire slammed there skulls together with a crash. They were unconscious instantly.
"Take these two and get out now." Sapphire said and though she spoke in more of a whisper the doctors heard every word. The physicians dropped there equipment and dragged there colleagues from the room. Clearly they were far more used to science, biology and study than they were practical combat for they left without a struggle. Though it was more than likely there were going to get security.
After they left Sapphire closed the doors and cracked open one of her shot gun shells that contained fire dust. She poured it over the opening in the door before slamming the two together. Immediately there was a massive blast of light as the fire dust fused the doors together ensure that they would not be interrupted.
Sapphire was fairly knowledgeable when it came to medical remedies and chemicals. She wouldn't be performing open heart surgery anytime soon but she knew how to get someone on there feet. After searching the shelves of the room for a bit she found a vial that was the counter agent to the standard sedatives usually used on faunus.
Very gently Sapphire injected the coyote girl's arm with the drug and waited for her to wake. When the girl opened her eyes Sapphire was visibly relieved. "Good you woke up. Can you tell me who you are and why you're here?"</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel Kuze - A Waiting Rabbit
"We wait" Ciel said off hand quietly as she carefully looked outside for any signs or new guards. Gripping her bag tighter she stilled her breath as she heard footsteps approach making a motion with her hand for Luke to remain quiet in case he did not hear the foot steps. Sigh this was not what she asked for when she said she wanted to be a huntress this seemed more like a spy mission than anything else. Though she had to admit despite everything this was really fun for her. She relaxed a bit when the footsteps died down still waiting for something to happen as she briefly let her thoughts drift off to how Mokuren was doing since to be honest half the reason she was able to get this far was due to her attacking the bouncer.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Lucas Schwarze--Out of sight, Out of mind
Well, yeah... thought the black-haired teen in reply, settling for an internal response and a mildly exasperated frown rather than the spoken word. Cian wasn't the only one keeping her ears on a swivel...
He'd have to find a better phrase than that. Really, "ears on a swivel"? That's like specifically scraping the bottom of the barrel, even if there are plenty of ripe and fresh apples to pick all the way up to the brim. His lyrical and eclectic mind could surely produce better results!
Let's see here...
"Ears open" is good, if a bit overplayed.
Maybe something like "keeping an ear out for trouble?"
No, no, no.
That just runs into the same issue as "ears on a swivel". Think of something good!
He squatted there in silence and massaged his temples, face contorting into a scrunched-up, intensely concentrated grimace. It was a spectacle that would look humorously out of place in such a tense situation, were his compatriot able to look back over her shoulder and not be glued to watching the door and surveying the activity of the guard(s) outside. A necessary evil, and one that was surely better than the alternative.
You can do this, Schwarze! You didn't pass English class with ease once you had to stop doing annotations in your books for nothing!
"Ears on point"!
"Ears in tune"!
"Ears on the ball!"
His head flopped forward, fingers squeezing his scalp in what could only be described as a midway point between the "Hear No Evil" pose and Edvard Munch's famous painting, The Scream.
This is hopeless... Just like back when I learned of the "Courage Series" last year, and how just one word can make anything sound positive.
The image of a college-aged, brown-haired girl flashed through his mind, along with the phrase "The courage to admit defeat!" said in an amused, singsong tone that brought back more memories than you might expect from the voice of someone that he, logically, should barely know at all.
His hands left his head and his fist clenched passionately.
I COURAGEOUSLY ACCEPT MY DEFEAT!
A sharp, yet thankfully quiet gasp escaped from his previously sealed lips, and his eyes went wide as saucers. He fell for it again despite knowing about the trick for nearly a year! Truly a masterful exploitation of simplicity, both in the language he spoke and wiring of his poor brain!
...Wait, where were we?
He snapped himself out of his own contained aside, and glanced around the room, taking stock of the situation once again. They hadn't been found out yet, Cian was still keeping watch at the door, but the footsteps seemed to have died off.
Had the guard already passed? Was he stopped outside?
Inwardly, he shamed himself for losing track of the situation at such a crucial moment. Reaching to his earpiece, he clicked it on, broadcasting to all channels in a low, yet as clear as possible whisper. Better play catch up.
"Jack, any more of a clue what's goin' on than the two of us?"</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
As it turns out, Krystanthe's cue was unneeded, as Sepia was genuinely smitten with the adorable little kittens. "They're so cute!" she giggled, petting the kitty on its head. Privately, however, she wondered how this was ethical, or even possible for that matter. Still, she replied in a purr, her voice dropping from innocent to something else quickly. "It'd be a pleasure to know you. My parents always try to set me up with boys of...equal status, but you seem different. Interesting." She smiled at them sweetly, her eyes half-closed.
"So, tea?"</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
Emerald - Outside Ozpin's Office -
Emerald had been rendered speechless by the antics of Gratia and Napoli. She stared at both of them with her wide, green eyes. She'd never seen so much bickering before, it was almost like they were a couple.
Ahah! That must be why! It was the only explanation that made sense to her. She'd read in some book that people that really loved each other sometimes treated each other like shit, pretending to despise each other, but they only did it because they were passionately in love! It didn't really make a lot of sense to Emmy but she figured there must be some truth to it.
Emerald snapped back to the present as she realised they were introducing themselves. Did he just compare me to a bee!? Gratia then approached her, staring straight into her eyes. Scary.
"I'm Emerald Felica..." She managed to say as she found her voice again. There was a question burning in her mind, and she couldn't help but ask.
"Are you two...married?"</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - Outside Ozpin's Office
"We're fucking what."
Gratia's expression had dulled. The anger and annoyance present had disappeared, replaced with a flat, dull countenance that only served to betray mixed emotions through her onyx eyes. Her voice's tone was a mixture of anger and confusion, evidently caught off guard by the cat's seemingly-innocuous statement. She didn't know whether to allow her mounting disbelief to continue to grow, or to snap at Emerald for saying something so fucking stupid. Married? What the actual fuck? She would never marry -
"This shitty cheese-eater?" she managed growled out, roughly jamming her thumb into Napoli's shoulder. "I would rather roll in shit than mooch off his fucking ass cash."
Who the hell did they take her for? Some shameless hussy of a gold digger with no standards? Marrying Fiordilatte meant dealing with shitty puns, a horrible sense of humour and more smug than she could shake a can of pepper at. She was already fucking working with him on a daily basis and assigned to his classes; and that was already bloody horrible.
More Napoli? Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred.
Fuck him.</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Bianca Nuit – Running Late
There was something about mornings that Bianca just couldn't really do. Maybe it was the willpower necessary to tear herself from her warm sheets, hop into the shower and get started. Perhaps it was just her dulled consciousness telling her that she didn't really need to do anything today. The world would survive after all. These were the small effortless thoughts that sauntered by Bianca's consciousness as her pale white hair cascaded down the side of her bed alongside one of her arms. She could hear something, a dull ringing of sorts. She couldn't quite hear it through the tired haze that engulfed her senses, but she could tell that it was high pitched, and repeating. But what did she know that was high pitched and repeated.
"My god." Bianca said as he eyes shot open with inhumane fear painted across her face. She slowly turned towards her bedside table, as is bracing herself to receive a blow. 10:00, the clock read.
"Well shit." Bianca shouted, erupting out of her bed and nearly charging out the door in her unmentionables.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." Bianca said whipping around the small room she had been placed in upon arriving to Beacon along with her teammates. Her teammates. They left without her. Those forgetful little fucks.
Upon finally dressing herself in the beautiful new school uniform she was given upon arriving she burst out of the door and took of soaring down the hall, her wings fully extended. Upon reaching the exit of the dorm hall she took off, climbing altitude towards the gigantic central tower that dwarfed the rest of the campus.
'God this place is beautiful.' Bianca thought to herself between her choices of expletives. She managed to finally find an open window about two thirds up the building and dove into it covering her body with her wings. She felt her wings graze the window sill and she hit the ground with a thud but she didn't stay on the floor for a second. She was up and sprinting towards the nearest stairwell.
She hit the stairs bolting up them pulling herself up by the railing before finally hitting the top of them. She stopped before the doors that would lead into the hallway before Ozpin's office just below the eponymous beacon. She glanced down at her uniform and straightened it out. She also fixed her hair, this way it would look less like she just flew through the air and into a window and more like it was a messy on purpose kind of look she was going for. Finally she flexed her back and wing muscles making sure no feathers were going to fall out. She had cut vertical holes in the back of all of her shirts so that her wings could easily and comfortably get through her clothing.
Finally she exited the stairwell and walked towards Ozpin's office, gladly she could see her teammates, and two others.
"Hopefully you three didn't miss me too much." Bianca said with a small giggle placing an arm around both Napoli and Gratia and giving Vega a knowing nod and smile. "And how's my favorite couple doing?" Bianca said barely able to contain her laughter, she was sure she was going to hit a huge amount of backlash, but this kind of chiding and humor was something they were all used to receiving from each other.
"Ms. Dei" Bianca said showing their guide some respect. She was well known around Haven, she seemed a little different than what Bianca could recall.
"I'm Bianca Nuit. Bianca said before either of her teammates could respond to her joke, addressing the new face. She seemed to be a feline Faunus.
"And you are?"</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
Emerald - Outside Ozpin's Office -
"Oh." Emerald glanced away, looking sheepish. Gratia certainly liked to use her expletives. Apparently they weren't a couple, maybe more like bickering siblings that got on each other's nerves. A lot.
Then a new person showed up. She was some sort of bird faunus, that much was obvious. She looked absolutely stunning in her school uniform, especially with her wings! She had wings! They looked so cool!
Emmy snapped back to reality as the girl introduced herself as Bianca Nuit. "I'm Emerald...Emerald Felica." She announced quickly, still looking at Bianca with her wide, curious eyes. She couldn't help but look at the wings again, they were so pretty! And the way they moved around was so distracting! They were just asking for her to paw at them!
Before she realised what she was even doing, her more feline instincts caused her to attempt to swipe at some of the feathers on the edge of Bianca's wings. They wouldn't stop moving!</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Sarina Tala Dei and Vega Venetia (VGNB)
"There will be food, near the end of the tour." Aww she's so cute and childish. Vega on the other hand… "Oh my god you are so cute. I could literally hug you for HOURS" as she immediately hugged Emerald and retracted back. "Oh and yes as to what you said Emerald and Bianca" giving her a nod back as she has fially arrived "Napoli and Gratia have been lovers since me and Bianca's first day on Haven as I remember their eyes set upon each other and in the end, nothing can separate them even though they argue and bicker at times" dramatizing her sentence on their love.
Sarina could not help but laugh in her head of the conversation going on. I wonder what Ozpin's think about them…since we are still in front of his office. VGNB has always been her favorite team when she was in Haven and now that they are here in Beacon and she was sure they were going to make a huge impact on the school. "Nice to see you again Bianca but you don't have to get informal with me." Sarina could not help but notice how beautiful Bianca wings were. It was always angelic and soothing for her to look at.
"Ok gals…and the one guy; let us get started on our tour of Beacon!" The group eventually was away from Ozpin's office as Sarina spoke about Beacon while walking down the empty yet beautiful hallways of Beacon. Only the sound of their footsteps can be heard. Eventually the group arrived at their first destination the Library as they entered inside it. "Welcome to the Library, a place for study and for socializing. Mostly students use it as a gathering place and socialization place. The library also doubles as a CCT. You can make transcontinental calls here if you don't want to walk to the tower. I will let you guys walk around here for several minutes to get a feel of this place." Sarina then took a seat near desk and put her legs on it.</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour
Bianca cackled as Vega kept pace with her own story of how much love Napoli and Gratia so clearly held for each other. She knew there would be hell to pay for the comments later, but she just couldn't find it in herself to stop.
Bianca followed along with her team and the cat Faunus through the baron halls of Beacon. Every once in a while she would stretch her wing out towards Emerald in a way of teasing her, folding them back against her back before the girl could reach them. Eventually the group happened upon the library, it appeared to be a massive hall, akin to what Bianca imagined a dining hall would look like in a King's palace. There were several small groups of students all gathered around their own tables quietly discussing things and play card games.
"My goodness." Bianca said finding herself at a loss for words. She took Sarina's cue and immediately began walking towards the rows and rows of knowledge spread out upon this expanse; not missing the opportunity to lightly ruffle Vega's hair and shoot her a playful smile filled with her own wonderment.
Bianca found herself drawn towards the section labeled Faunus. Immediately opening up her wingspan to reach the very top of the shelf. There she perched, as she delicately grabbed a novel and immediately began reading it. She looked like a statue of an angel, one leg crossed over the other, wings fully extended. She was too drawn to her book to notice anyone staring at her. Bianca regularly forgot that others couldn't just come up and join her, not that she'd care, but she would've expect people to be so bewildered by it. She would immediately shoot an excited glance to her teammates, pointing to the books. She was like a child in a candy store.
As Bianca finally caught herself and shut the book she fluttered back down to the top shelf of the bookcase and slid the book right back into place. As she landed, a pair of boys caught her eye and ear.
"God damn Faunus, showing off and shit." One boy said to another while they angrily peered over in her direction.
Bianca simply let out a quiet laugh and started in their direction. She flipped her hair over one shoulder, thought only of murder and refused to blink as she walked directly towards them. Upon finally reaching them she took a brief second of pause to let the heavy air hang over their heads before finally speaking up.
"Darling, if you think this is showing off I'd love to show you some more. Bianca said staring through his eyes like they were made of stain glass. Before giving them the time to respond Bianca immediately sauntered back off towards Sarina and pulled up a seat next to her.
"They weren't kidding when they said these boys were nothing compared to the one's we have in Haven, hm?" Bianca groaned adjusting in the seat to make it more comfortable for her wings.
"So how've you been keeping dear?" Bianca asked, this was the first time she had really spoken to her old friend in what seemed like forever.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia stood up and straightened her dress. Smiling good-naturedly - and somewhat apologetically - she headed after Krysthane, pausing only to wave goodbye to those ever-so-helpful men. Once she caught up to her team leader, she leaned in and whispered, "So, what did you think? Didn't those guys seem a little...strange? Sure, their place was cute and all, but kinda unusual too." God, she hoped her teammate's first impression of her wasn't going to be that she was a ditzy airhead. She was, but whatever.
Sepia reached up and touched one of her dog ears. "I wonder how the other half of our team is doing."</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Napoli Fiordilatte
Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour (Cafeteria)
"Just ignore Gratia, she's just jealous she didn't think of the idea. After all, she's way too poor to afford a decent pillow herself, as far as I'm concerned with my eyes closed on the people I can imagine the feathers came from just about anywhere," A large grin spread across Napoli's face, "Comfort is a thing to be enjoyed after all, and a Hunter's life is rough enough. Is it so wrong to have a nice pillow."
Turning his attention off of his irksome teammate, Napoli began speaking to his more level headed leader. "Come on Boss, it's not like I'm ask you to date anyone, just join in on the little bet. Speaking of which," Napoli once more turned his attention to Bianca, "In terms of what I can offer you. Well... let me think." There was a slight pause as a truly brilliant idea brewed within the confines of Napoli's beautiful mind. Napoli let out another chuckle as he began speaking again, this idea was just that brilliant.
"Bianca, if you're one the most beautiful women I've met, then that means I just have to be the wittiest mind you've ever met. If you win our little bet, you'll get a one of kind, signed Napoli Fiordilatte limited edition Joke Book, complete with an entire section on how to aggravate Gratia. I don't know about you, but I'd say that's a pretty priceless work of art. One for the history books."
I really am a genius.
All that said, Napoli did realize that he had to take his teammate's whisper into account, so it was time to slightly amend the terms and conditions. "So how about this for the bet, we give it two months, if you've found a suitable boy or girl via your flyers that you've been with for at least 2 weeks, you win the joke book. Otherwise I win the pillow. I'll even tip it a little in your favor, if you have a significant other by the end of the two months but it hasn't been two weeks, we'll let the bet go into overtime and make sure that relationship has time to finish it's two weeks."
"Sound good?"
Of course I don't see why it wouldn't. One of my most greatest ideas after all. Napoli mused to himself, as he reached for another slice of pizza. It was then that he felt it, an odd breeze was coming in and as a sniper the hunter was particularly intune with such phenomena. Knowing the speed and direction of the wind was pretty essential after all, and this breeze seemed to be originating from inside. Rather odd, but honestly he didn't care that much. In fact, it was rather amusing watching people chase after their plates, a comical scene really. He'd probably let this one go on for a little longer, let the others get worked up over it.</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour
"Oh it's not that bad Gratia, it's not like the feathers are still connected to me. For all I know if I don't give him a pillow we'll find him scavenging for my fallen feathers in a week or two." Bianca deduced. Besides, she knew that she had the softest feathers of anyone she'd ever met, so it only made sense that her teammates had pillows made of them. That way they had a leg up on the competition.
Bianca felt a graceful caress against her legs and she saw a few plates fly up in the distance. She pinned her left hand to her right thigh keeping her skirt where it ought to be and glanced around at the table. "Well I know almost everyone's abilities at this table. And no one I know has the ability to make me flash the table across from us." Bianca said shooting a look that could kill a person towards Emerald.
But she didn't hold it, instead she diverted her attention back to Napoli. "I'll tell you what, you've got a deal, I'll throw my flyers up and if I can find a partner before two months is up, that joke book is mine." Bianca said swiftly throwing a wink Gratia's way. Bianca didn't wink for flirtation techniques, although passerby might think so with the way she carried herself. But that was sort of the point. Instead Bianca was notifying Gratia there was a reason she was accepting this stupid bet. Seriously, the best pillow money could buy for a joke book.
"Seriously though Emmy cut this shit out." Bianca snapped growing tired of holding her skirt down. Bianca found Beacon pretty alright, but more than anything she thirsted for adventure, battle, something. She wanted or rather, needed something to quell the thirst for a mission in her bones. She decided that once the group had finished their meal she would demand they search for a mission, her demands only worked every once in a while, typically when the group shared an interest in her demands. They may been a dysfunctional group, but they figure it out pretty well.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald
Curses my plans have been foiled again!
The wind stopped as Emerald's ears drooped, she'd been far too obvious, the others had figured out it was her already. Still, to maintain her dignity she acted like nothing had happened and took a long swig of her soda. A realllyyy long swig...
She managed to chug the whole can, catching her breath as she finished. She grabbed another soda can, all that sugar.
Nyahahahaha...okay stop that. As she popped the can open and took a sip she wondered what to do next, she wasn't hungry anymore. The rest of the group all knew each other, had known each other for a long time. But Emmy? No she was just a stranger, she didn't know them and they didn't know her. It sort of made it difficult to engage in conversation.
With a heavy sigh Emerald put her head on the table, looking at the others sideways was sort of interesting...not really.</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra took a deep breath to get her stamina back. After she spun around on the heels of her boots, she lowered her swords, both still energized, though.
Then she huffed.
"You're the leader of this merry gang of circus clowns? We were tasked by the VPD to patrol the streets and stuff. As your... mate already guessed, we're hunters in training from Beacon. I would kindly ask you to keep out of trouble and all that majizz. I can't be arsed to fight anymore, if I don't have to."
She shrugged and yawned a bit.
This patrolling business was pretty boring, she thought, although she just had fought one of the more exciting battles of her career as a fighter.</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel
This had to be fake a small part of her mind was telling her there was no possible way for a boartusk to turn into a ursa major. Sadly that part of her mind was drowned by a mixture of survival instincts and fear. Quickly she ejected her current cartridge and holstered it before taking out a red colored one and slamming it in. Right after that she quickly grabbed and changed Byakko to its long barreled form. Taking a kneeling position she ignored the outside screams and "smaller" prey her focus was now completely focused on the ursa major. Taking two quick shots at it's legs she charged forward as fire started to come from the barrel creating a flame thrower. Seeing as it was doing nothing she charged forward slashing forward with her bladed barrel. "I will Live! I will not fall here!" she yelled as she swung downward.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
"Alright!" Krysthane said excited to play, if nothing else she got ice cream. She watched a big guy smash the ursa so hard he broke the hammer but still didn't make it to 100%, interesting. Krysthane looked at the bear analytically as she grabbed the hammer. It looked like you would have to hit in a certain spot since simple brute force didn't look like it worked. She didn't like the fault of trying to use deficient equipment, although... the requirement was just to hit the Ursa right? No one said anything about having to use the hammer. Just to be safe she could do both though. Krsythane grinned and cracked her knuckles, no kill like overkill.
Taking a deep breath she jumped high into the air propelling herself with her boots soaking the area beneath her in water, but that was nothing compared to what was next. She started doing front flips over and over accelerating into a spinning ball, spinning even faster by shooting water out of her boot heels. Finally to top it all off she doubled gravity around her falling even faster and slammed her boot heel into the stuffed Ursa's head probably breaking it. Hey if she broke it then she basically had to get the special prize right. Krysthane landed daintily on her feet and lightly tapped the Ursa on the head with the rubber mallet. No one could say she hadn't used the rubber hammer now; and she eagerly awaited to see what her percentage was.
Cypher@sevenstormstyle</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> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</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>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
"Score for me!" Diamond grinned, stretching an open palm in Krysthane's direction, "Pay up. Nice doing business with you." She said with a cheeky smile.
Turning back to Emmy she looked at the cat faunus questioningly, raising one eyebrow: "Care to enlighten a mere mortal how did you manage to hit your head on the ceiling?" she inquired, "And hey, this is the big city now! You dress up, and when you go to take a walk, you leave the saw and hatchet at home you hick!" she smiled, giving the kitten a joking punch on the shoulder.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
As it turned out, the KESS dorm was not unoccupied. In typical fashion, Sepia had gotten up at the crack of dawn to take a run, done so for about 45 minutes, come back to the dorm intending to stay up for once, and promptly fallen asleep face down on her bed. Still in her running clothes and only under her Nevermore-printed throw, her face was inches away from a rather wicked-looking sewing needle.
She'd fallen asleep stitching. This was not unusual, as the number of earings she could wear at once was a testament to how often she had rolled over onto "Ms. Stabby".
Blissfully aware of the situation, Sepia curled up tighter. The needle grazed her nose. She sneezed.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</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>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Team MODE Dorm -> Airdocks
His shower finished, Oswald strode into the team's dorm room again, looking between Emerald and Diamond before shrugging. "Don't think I didn't hear that, kitty!" Feigning an angry look at the sheer audacity required to invite yourself along to someone else's plans, Oswald giggled and walked to his bed, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. "Could actually be a decent idea. Make it a....kinda....part of...our team...thing. Seriously, what the hell has Marcus been up to? It feels like he spends all his time with that damned tank. And that's coming from me."
Deciding to ignore his team leader's seemingly perpetual absence, Oswald pulled out a simple brown leather belt and slowly weaved it through his pants' belt loops. It wouldn't do to have his pants fall off, as unlikely as that was. "Well, I'm gonna get on my way to the airdocks, hope you lazy bums are about ready!"</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks
Shiro stood amongst the crowd of students awaiting a bird to take them to the city proper. As he waited, Scoot excitedly ran around him in circles. Curiously sniffing and looking at each student but never ventured too far from Shiro's side. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, Shiro sighed. He was bored. Remembering that in some uncontrollable fit that he had shattered his brand-new Scroll caused him to groan and shake his head. Palming his forehead, he severely regretted having done so. Questioning what could have possibly caused him to do such a stupid thing in the first place or why the thought even crossed his mind. If he had his Scroll, he could easily just plaster his face to its glowing screen to play a mobile game, surf the Internet, listen to music or something other than just standing around waiting in a line. He hated waiting for anything, being terribly impatient.
Ears and tail perking, a new idea struck him. Distracting him from his self-loathing.
"That's what I can do while I'm out! I can get a cheap little music player and some earphones!"
Checking his pockets for his wallet, he opened it to see exactly how much Lien he had. The disheartening reality of it was, he didn't have much.
"Aww, man. I don't think I even have enough for one. Much less be able to put some songs onto it. And custom Faunus-fitted earbuds can get pricey..."
Sighing again, he closed his wallet and pocketed it. Maybe he could ask to borrow some money from Abel or Gren, surely they wouldn't mind as long as he paid them back. Speaking of Gren, maybe it would more prudent to just have his comrade make him a makeshift Scroll or media device. Hell, the two of them could probably work on it together. As Shiro pondered on his financial situation, Scoot's excitement came to a head as the adorable little rodent relegated himself to just sprinting around Shiro in a fervor. Telepathically exclaiming "Fun! Fun!" repeatedly, granting Shiro some odd looks and whispers. Scratching the back of his head, Shiro nervously chuckled.
"H-he's my friend. Don't mind him."
Shiro tried his best to shoot a glare at the ferret. As if to tell the creature to tone it down. It wasn't Shiro's intention to stick out like a sore thumb today, he merely wanted peace. The ferret replied with a momentary pause and head tilt before resuming his activities. Causing Shiro to sigh once again and shake his head.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Beacon
Robert waved goodbye to the helpful school janitor as he walked down the hallway to continue his janitorial duties. The man had used his keys to open Robert's, now unlocked, dorm and allow him to finally change into real clothes and grab his wallet, Scroll, etc. "Ah, feels good to be able blend in with the normal people, again. Now that that fiasco has been taken care of, what to do next?" he said to himself out loud. Looking down at his Scroll to check the time, Robert expression brightened as he said, "Plenty of time to head toward the city and do... whatever other teenagers do. What do kids my age do anyway?"
When Robert finally reached his destination at the docks, he was still lost in thought, obviously counting something on his fingers. "... There's video games but I don't own any system to play them on. I've never been good at sports. Ooh comic books! Or are those only for nerdy teenagers. Ah whatever, it's still a thing some teenagers do," he said as he added another finger to the count on his hand. "Okay, how 'bout-" Robert's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the repetition of a single word in his head: "Fun!" "What is that? It's like... it's playing in my head, but it's not my actually my thought. This is kinda weird, but cool at the same time. Where's it coming from?" Robert looked from student, trying to see if any of them gave a hint to whether they were the culprit for the voice inside his head. Even the oftentimes oblivious Robert could see that everyone was looking at Shiro and Scoot and that it was most likely because one of the two were the culprits.
"Hey there. I'm Robert," he introduced himself to the pair, hand held forward for a handshake. "Wait a minute, tiger-faunus, hyperactive ferret. You're Shiro right?! Abel's teammate!" Robert shouted, finally realizing the identity of the student in front of him. He then reached for the ferret that sat at the fellow student's feet. "And you must be Scoot," he said as he tried to scratch behind the small mammal's ears.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane grinned happily, it sounded like it was all going to work out. "Okay, I'll see if I can get my team and be there. Sounds like a date." She said and hurriedly made her way to her dorm to gather her teammates mentally rebuking herself. Did she actually just say "Sounds like a date?" To an actual person? For something that was happening in 10 minutes. Gawds that was stupid for a number of reasons. She came to the dorm just in time to see someone leave, looking inside she found that luckily her whole team was there.
"Awesome, guess what we get to doooo?" Krysthane asked excitedly and then contiuned without waiting for an answer, "We get to go bowling with another team!" Upon closer inspection it appeared Sepia had somehow managed to impale herself upon a sewing needle. "How dear however did you do that." Krysthane said worriedly as she hurried over to help carefully attempting to extract the needle from Sepia's nose. "So are you all ready to go?" Krysthane asked looking at her team expectantly, "Cause if so we need to get a move on, we're expected to be airship dock in 10 minutes."</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
"I can't find my wallet!" Diamond whined, diving under her bed to check there before checking under the sheets. Fortunately it was in the 'safe place' right under her pillow. Plus one point for drunk me, knowing where to put important stuff. she thought for herself with a relieved smile as she sat on the bed and dug a picture from the accessory, looking at it for a second before clutching it over her chest and putting it back.
Stuffing the wallet into proper pocket in her coat, she looked up and shrugged. "Sure thing, nothing else to do with the evening anyhow. And come on, that monstrosity must take a lot of maintenance. and if it breaks down, we're all walking." she shrugged off Marcus' absence, disturbingly used to it by now.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald
Emerald leaped out of the bed, but seeing as she was still tangled up in sheets she tripped and crashed onto the floor all clumsy like. "I'll be ready in a minute I just need to change real quick!" She said hastily as she untangled herself from her sheets and got off the floor. She still hadn't managed to actually get out of her pajamas. She quickly went through her things to pick out an outfit for their venture into the town.
"Say Diamond...do you think if I asked nicely, Marcus would let me drive the tank?" She wondered curiously as she grabbed a green shirt along with a skirt. Since she was in a rush she didn't wait for an answer as she went into the bathroom and closed the door to get changed. She came out a minute later, playing with her hair. "I wonder if he needs a license to drive that thing..." She wondered.
"And hey! Don't call me a bum!" She said, pointing at Oswald accusingly. "Or I'll...tickle you!" It hadn't come out quite as threatening as she'd hoped.</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
All the time that had past, Skyra was lying in her bed reading... well, except for a little gym session on the floor of the dorm which she was just about doing at the moment when Sepia complained about a needle in her nose. Or well... she would have noticed if she weren't showering right that moment. And when Krys entered the room, Skyra just exited the shower, more or less fully dressed in pretty sporty clothes.
"Bowling? And I don't have time to dress for a casual outing? Oh, come on!, Skyra moaned, her hair barely dry. "Can I at least have the time to not have to go out in gym clothes? Makes me look even more like a dude.", she laughed.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
"I...left it on my bed." Sepia laughed nervously as the needle came loose from her palm and nose with Krysthane's assistance. "Thanks." Reaching over to an open drawer in the top of her dresser, her ears pricked up as she pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.
"More like a dude? You look very...feminine." She was about to say 'cute', but realized that it could come off as condescending, especially since Skyra was probably a year older than herself.
After carefully cleaning the wounds on her palm and the left of her nose, Sepia slid a small silver stud into the accidental 'piercing'.
"Almost." she replied to Krysthane's question. "I just need to change clothes first."</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Ni Rensa Ryou
She didn't show.
Amy sighed, pushing her feathers down with a stroke of her hand, letting her shoulders relax as the anticipation faded out of her. She'd actually dressed up for once, the cutoff jeans and midriff baring tank top she normally wore lying discarded on her bed. Her hand slid down the back of her head from her short red hair, actually combed for once, to her neck, running over the spot where her leather collar had rubbed a slight blister in years past, but her skin had healed over… And was an uninterrupted smooth spot of flesh now, her collar on the bed next to the rest of her normal clothes. The black dress she was wearing bared her neck and shoulders, and she'd figured it'd be a pity to break the effect with that collar. She flopped on the bed next to her clothes, bouncing slightly on the mattress, her eyes looking up at the ceiling as she laid back, cradling her head in her hands, barely avoiding hitting one of her elbows against the headboard. Another sigh, and Amy's right hand twitched slightly, messing her hair into the unkempt, effortless crimson spikes it normally was.
She'd been stood up for "dates" before, but those times hadn't felt quite like this. There'd never been a chance for something permanent before. Oh, sure, plenty of people had said they loved her and cared about her, but that was bedroom talk, sweet nothings… And she'd learned early on to completely ignore that and just enjoy how the sheets felt against her skin.
No one had ever mentioned something permanent offhand, in passing, as though it was a natural thing to say.
Amy reached up for her mother's hand, her fingers wrapping around a few of her parent's. They were limp, her mother's hand barely twitching in reaction to her grip. "You're sure nothing can be done about it," her mother was asking a tall man in a white coat-Doctor was what she called him. Her hand was slick with sweat. The man held out a clipboard to her mother, and suddenly the fingers were sliding out of Amy's, going to the clipboard. Doctor ruffled Amy's hair, careful not to touch the downy feathers that were coming in or the small scabs were some had been roughly pulled out, something six year old Amy hadn't recognized in his eyes as he bent down to give her a piece of candy and her mother looked over the board. Her mother's other hand had stayed at her side. He stood again and glanced back at Amy's mother, a completely different emotion showing up on his face before he quickly masked it. "They'll keep coming back unless she has surgery, and she can't have that without her fath-"
The look in Amy's mother's face when her head snapped up from the clipboard and at Doctor could have killed–Amy's six year old heart started to beat faster, the tartness of the lemon sucker Doctor had given her not distracting her from dread.
Pity. She could place his first emotion now.
Her left hand flew out, punching into the bed, then reached for the collar, picking up the leather strip and putting it back around her neck, the buckle closing with a click.
Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, her heart slowing. The top part of the dress she was wearing was tight, but not tight enough to restrict her breathing… And her skirt was knee length, left intentionally loose to let her legs move freely. The dress was one of her more successful projects…. Alluring but not restricting or impractical. It'd work.
She sat up, pulling herself to her feet and grabbing Unchained Fury, sliding both sleeves onto her arms. A few button presses and they tightened, the joints in the arms automatically lining up with her elbows, the forearm guards locking into place, using her wrists and shoulders as grasping points to prevent the weapon from sliding off.
***
Quina's greatsword impacted her shield again, screeching as she deflected it, hopping backward after it was safely away. She was fast-her semblance was accelerating her every movement, making her colossal sword move nearly as quickly as a rapier would in a fencer's hands, only with a lot more force. She was moving toward Amy again, only the fact that Amy was using Gift of the Wild at maximum power allowing her to see Quina's movements in time to block her strikes.
Another strike before she had time to even think of launching her own offensive, the vibrations rattling through the shield setting her teeth on edge. Some semblances just weren't fair. Amy plainly wasn't going to beat her on defense, so-another clang and Amy's shield retracted, her spear swatting the next strike out of the way, it was weak and hurried-maybe she could beat Quina with reach. Another jump–not too far, ground was at a premium–
"Too afraid to get up close?" Quina asked, smiling slightly. "That's funny, considering your history."
Amy shook her head, her own smirk spreading across her face as her spear lanced out, aiming for the other woman's chest- And she knocked it away, Amy immediately pulling her weapon back to serve on the defensive as she leapt over one of Quina's strikes, aiming at her legs. "Come on, Quina, that's just a cheap shot." Quina struck again, her blade aiming for Amy's neck–and Amy blocked it, the force of the sword making it lock with Amy's spear, Quina leaning forward to put more force behind it, her face drawing close with Amy's–
"By the way, your dad says hi," Amy said, her smirk growing wider. Quina exhaled, her face going into an exaggerated "ouch".
"And you called what I said a cheap shot, Ms. Never Had a Dad."
Amy felt a hot flush start in her ears, but she ignored it and made her own stab, Quina's speed more than equal to knocking her spear far to the side, leaving Amy open for Quina to follow through with a devastating blow to her side, burning away a large chunk of Amy's aura. Amy winced and let back again, Quina's last statement mixing with the pain in her side, amplified by the increased sensitivity caused by Amy's semblance… But she couldn't shut it off and even have a hope of winning. "I've actually been thinking of trying to find him," she ventured, trying to delay a little, let her pain subside some…
"You might as well not try, Amy. If he left you earlier, he's not going to want you to find him now."
She was only trying to prevent hurt, and some deep part of Amy knew that… But for an instant the taller woman's features morphed into those of Amy's mother, Quina's blonde hair perfectly matching the shade of Winona Desree, her slight smirk becoming the grimace of an older woman looking down on her daughter, saying… He doesn't care about you…
The flush in her ears spread to her head, clouding her judgment– and Fury collapsed into a chain, Amy using the launcher to snap it out toward Quina's blade–launching the chain at her friend's face with the machinery's power behind it ran the risk of hurting her but that sneer that sneer she didn't care she just didn't care– and the Fury ripped the blade from Quina's hand, dropping it and immediately retracting into a spear as Quina, knocked off balance, fell, and Amy jumped, spear bound for her mother's face– Slamming down into it, wiping that sneer off her face becoming Quina's again Amy crying leaving the academy best friend gone–
The illusion cracked, Amy diverting the spear into the ground next to Quina's head at the last second, collapsing to her knees next to the Fury.
"I'm so sorry… Oh God, I'm so sorry…"</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Vega Venetia and Gratia Mindaro
"Tsk" making a quick glowering expression "I will have you know that sightseeing the entirety of Vale, has been exercise. Besides" with conceit "I'm the one that's most fit out of the entire group."
"Anyway, yes I could use a jacket. Come to think of it" putting her index finger on chin "I could buy a jacket in upper class district!" she said with enthusiasm. "Then we can eat!"
"Suuuure, you stick insect."
Walking around the city was barely exercise in comparison to murdering creatures of darkness on a weekly basis. Though they hadn't really done that for a while; a shame, Gratia was always willing to engage in some pest control against the hordes of Grimm that lurked outside the lights of human civilisation. Hopefully the chance would come sooner or later.
She paused in her walk, turning around to face her teammate, hands pocketed tightly inside the folds of her winter coat.
"That's retarded," stated the Huntress bluntly. "All you'll find will be overpriced shit."
"Hmph."
"It is not retarded. Overpriced but has quality. I saw very nice jacket on sale and nice cafe were we can dine. Besides, I will pay for everything. After all I am Venetian."
"Oh, did you roll a crit on your perception check?
The irreverent comment oozed with barely concealed sarcasm, but her dry and impassive tone changed not one bit. Gratia was not someone who immediately associated "brand-name" with quality. Consistency, sure, but there were a number of other ways to obtain a fantastic wardrobe without resorting to some hoity-toity upper class mall. Her budget could not even afford a pair of gloves from one of those outlets, let alone a full outfit.
Still ...
"Yeah sure why the fuck not," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "You need somebody to tear apart your shitty fashion choices."</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks
Again Shiro frowned, his head tilted as he narrowed his eyes in a slightly disappointed look. When Cobalt took his hand to shake it, the lack of firmness in his grip further deepened Shiro's distrust of the boy. Minus additional points to his first impression of him for a weak handshake. But maybe he was being a bit too harsh in his judgement, at least he seemed cordial enough and returned the boy's smile by also grinning. After a brief silence, the boy apologized for his rude interruption. Shiro smiled and placed Scoot onto his shoulders. Raising both of his hands and shaking his head, he assured Cobalt, "Oh no! It's quite alright, boss. No harm, no foul." The boy then seemed to notice Scoot and took an immediate interest in him. Scoot looked up at the newcomer and sniffed at him, only to curl into a ball and rest on Shiro's shoulders. Completely disinterested in Cobalt, almost boredly so.
Seeing the rodent's blase' reaction to Cobalt, Shiro laughed and scratched at his ears. Before the three of them could say anything more, the next Airship had come in and was making its touchdown. As it landed and its bay doors opened, a group of students filed in. Quickly filling it. Ears perking, Shiro took off to hurriedly get a spot to sit or stand before they would have to wait longer. "You all coming? Don't want to wait for the next ship do you? We can talk on the ride to the city!" He beckoned towards his friends to not linger.</s>
<|message|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt was a little sad that Shiro seemed so distrustful of him, but he understood. He probably gave off a bad vibe, he was a pretty big dude after all. He was even more sad when Scoot seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever. Cobalt perked up though when Shiro invited him to go somewhere with him. He smiled and decided to come with Shiro. "I didn't really have anywhere to go so sure." Cobalt replied as he got on board the airship. He decided to stand as whenever he sat the seat always seemed to he too small for him. Cobalt began to wonder where he was going right now as he had absolutely no plans whatsoever. 'I hope they let me come with them wherever they're going.'</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia slid a thigh-length black, ruffled skirt on over her shorts and pulled them out from under it, pausing to make sure her tail was in order. Maintaining modesty when it came to changing her shirt was far more difficult, but finding a private place seemed ridiculous for such a trivial thing.
After slipping her tank top off underneath a simple button-up white blouse and sliding on a pair of knee-high pink socks, Sepia pulled on a pair of black kitty heels and stood up.
"Ok, ready!" she smiled and tied her hair into a high ponytail with a pink bow.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Jasmine Grace Banks
Jasmine - Aura Control
"Ha!" Jasmine exclaimed, immediately dropping her guard and flexing her arms as Varius caught himself. "I did it!" She dropped her hands to her hips and posed with a cocky grin on her face. It went over her head in her excitement, but during his recover would be the perfect time to attack an enemy. She gloated a bit more, shifting from foot to foot out of energy, before shaking her hands free and sighing. "Okay. Your turn--it's easier than I thought it'd be," she admitted, taking on an offensive stance. "Ready when you are."</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro
As it turned out, Gratia had been correct in assuming that their newest teammate was afflicted with the effects of jet lag, and upon confirming that Beryl would be fine setting up in Vignoble's dormitory, she had made her way to history class, having quietly slipped in with nobody the wiser sometime during the period. As such; by the time lunch begun, the Mistralese huntress had left alongside the unwashed masses for the cafeteria.
At the present moment, she was sitting all by her lonesome at a desk situated near the corner of the room, quietly biting into a chicken roll in one hand while formulating a reply to the message Vega had sent her during the preceding period in the other.
>Beryl Harken, Otter Faunus.
>Likely swordsman.
>Currently in the dorm.
>Work on your fucking grammar.
She hit send.</s>
<|message|>Varius Gilver
Varius Gilver | Aura Manipulation Class
As the roles reversed for the practice, Varius readied himself to do the pinpoint counter. His stance was eased, quite different to Jasmine's when she was defending, but it suited him. The girl Jasmine seemed quite happy with her result, though now it was Varius' turn.
"Right, come at me", he requested. When she did, he performed it perfectly. Silver sparks repelled her back, originating from the point of impact. The pinpoint counter was a success. Though his already full year of learning aura control showed here, his pinpoint counter was very clean, very little aura was visible, but it was still just as effective. It appears Varius managed to keep a lot of the condensed aura that was burst from completely leaving... Likely a side-effect of his flowing aura technique.
"Hm, I quite like this, I think I can find a use for this in another way... Want to go a few more times to be sure?", he inquired. There was still some time left before class ended, in this time they were expected to practice until the lunch bell rang, so it would be a natural course of events.
Jack Orpheus | Cafeteria
Jack was already in the cafeteria and eating before most other students, he was fast so he had that going for him, but he was quite intent on eating, so he often did not acknowledge the people around him. He managed to get a little bit of everything except for fish fillets and pizza, which he managed to hoard a little extra for himself.</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
Amy Desire was tucked safely into the protected, silent enclave of Bastille's Bastille (Bastilleception! as Lorena herself had coined it) by the time that Lauren went to go get lunch. Her mood was a little bit stormy - least of all to the pounding that echoed in her unmedicated head, idiot that she was - and she'd ended up skipping history class as a whole in order to help Ben make sure that the half-Faunus girl on their team was properly cared for. Even that wasn't the sole root of what bugged her, though. What bugged her was...was...her mind kept going back to Amy's feathers, ruffled in agony, cringing underneath headphones, and the way that the bombastic music had suddenly just given out. Then there was Sangue, alone, dutifully taking notes for her absent, wayward teammates. That troubled her, too. Had she expected them to show up at all?
There was the root of her trouble. Lauren Negasi was a tank. A laughing, carefree tank in dark skin and a bleached leather jacket, sure. A tank with a weakness for a pretty face? Could be argued. But she was a tank, and she was put in this life - put into Beacon - to grab whatever threatened those she cared about at both ends and rip it in half.
But there were some things you couldn't grab, no matter how good you were in close quarters. And Negasi wasn't so great at that. Not like she could tell anyone that though. Amy was asleep, Ben would just tell her she was tough enough as it was, and Sa--
Sangue!
The lunch bell had rung five minutes ago. She was probably waiting for them at lunch. The thought of the 'S' in Bastille (a pretty vital letter!) sent a twist through her stomach that wasonly tangentially related to hunger.
If I were a soft-spoken altruistic cutie who liked putting the team on her back, where would I eat?
With Ben
Hrmm.
At lunch, Lauren immediately began seeking out the distinct red hair and claw that marked Sangue Naga. Finding the girl by herself dissecting a slice of pepperoni pizza with the care of a biologist, the hyped up, concussed addition to BASL grabbed herself a BLT and a bag of chips. Sauntering over to Sangue was a woozy experience; getting walking was hard by the hour [wait, what does that even mean? was she even thinking straight? freaking ben], but she kept her legs steady with the power of all the lunchtime idle chatter and sat across from Sangue with a wave.
"Hey, babe." She grinned impishly as she unwrapped her sandwich. A small piece of lettuce, flecked with a couple dots of mayo, tumbled out onto the wax paper, and she popped it into her mouth before taking a voracious, crunchy bite of lunch. Her grin found itself directed at the greasy cheese-meat-sauce hybrid in Sangue's hand, and she nodded at it with a wink. "Discovered anything new about the makeup of a piece of pizza?"</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Just that moment later, Skyra sniffed and wiped away what remained of the water that had flowed out of her eyes.
"I don't think, I understand you correctly. But that doesn't really matter... I think... I just feel the short time we know each other seemed a lot longer and a lot more fun than the time before. You're the first person I can call a friend here... and as such, yeah, I was quite hurt by what you had said...", she sniffed again, but managed to bring out a weak smile. "Apology accepted, though. You're the person I like the most in this ragtag group of people. Also... it helps that you're cute..." Skyra blushed as she uttered that out, more or less accidental.
"Also... you're hugging me too tight... a little less pressure pleaseeee...", she exclaimed as she hugged her back. "God you're strong...", Skyra noted passingly.
"I will help you deal with your new life, my bestie! I'd be an ass of a girl, if I'd leave you now...", she mumbled into Mokuren's shoulder, since she was hugged so much and Skyra was a lot smaller than a "normal" person.</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian Kuze
With a sigh she sat down at a table that didn't really have anyone at it while she could have sat down with her team she was still somewhat of a loner and preferred being alone at times. Looking down at her food she couldn't help but sigh perhaps she should eat more than just fried soba sandwiches and milk but this was what she usually got so she wasn't going to change it now. Quietly eating she sat down and looked at her weapon she needed something more than just guns if anything she learned that while competent with her weapon and her semblance she lacked something when things became close range. She was not comfortable with a sword it felt unwieldy in her hands so perhaps she could try getting a twin pistol set up instead. Still that was later she supposed as she took a small sip from her milk bottle.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane, Lunch with a friend?
Krysthane enjoyed Oobleck insightful lecture and the way he was constantly questioning the students to ensure their participation. Naturally Krysthane raised her hand and answered at least as many questions as anyone else, all the while studiously taking notes. Sadly class ended too quickly, however Krysthane wasn't that disappointed as lunch was as enjoyable as any class.
She walked out of class thinking that maybe she would try eating at the new Deli that was available, not that the school food was bad, she just wanted to try something new. Besides she had seem some people heading over there already. As she walked out of class she saw Abel leaning against a wall looking deep in thought. Figuring that this was a perfect chance Krysthane walked up to him and said, "Hey, I was thinking about going to the new Deli N'Doul to try out the food, you wanna come with?"</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue Naga - Lunch
Sangue blinked in surprise after having her fascination with pizza stumble due to her teammate, Lauren. She looked at the pizza, then at Lauren, then at the BLT, and then at the pizza again.
Sangue looked up, returning to her idle expression quickly as she stated, "This pizza... thing... is very cheesy. And these pepperoni things are kind of greasy.
"I think... it's good."
She glanced at the pizza before looking up again. "How... is Amaranth doing?"
Sinatra</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren heard that she was hugging to tightly, and so in her panic, hugged tigher.
"I'm sorry for hurting you Sky-Sky! I never meant too!" She loudly exclaimed, weeping in a highly exagerated manner. "I will try to be more understandable, but such a feat will be hard. Most people take understanding for granted. I would like to think of you as a friend, but I don't really know what that implies just yet, so for now I will simply have you as my Sky-Sky" She exclaimed, and then blushed, letting go of Skyra and turning away. "An...and, I like that you think I am cute. Ity makes me feel happy that I bring happiness to others, like you" Mokuren bit her lip, and her tail swished erratically. Unlike most of the time, her minds where coming together to think of a single thing, unanimously. And that thing, was Skyra.</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
"She's laying over in our dorm right now," Lauren replied after swallowing her bite. There was a dab of mayo on her upper lip that she scooped off with the flat end of a piece of bacon, and she popped the crunchy sandwich meat into her mouth with a pensive smile. "She should be alright with some sleep. She was pretty messed up...dunno how I'd feel about having a semblance that heightens everything like that. I think I'm happy with just a strength and durability buff, you know? Keeps fighting simple. But Desire's tough, too. She'll be okay."
Negasi opened up her bag of chips, already wishing she'd chosen double chocolate cookies instead. She was in the mood for something ubersweet. Shrugging her shoulders, she popped a couple ruffle-cut chips into her mouth anyway and felt them crunch between her teeth.
"Thanks again for taking notes for us, Sangue. I really like history, but I'm uh...not so great at it. 'Specially not at the speed Oobleck flies through at. Missing a class might have really screwed me." She beamed her appreciation at the red-headed woman before taking another hungry bite of sandwich. "So thanks."</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
"Come with?" Sepia asked, a little surprised at Shiro's invitation. "Me? Really?" she stood up and slung her satchel over shoulder, feeling lighter than she had all day. Imagine that. She, the kid with no social experience desperately compensating by being as sweet as possible, was being invited to things already!
Sepia followed Shiro to lunch, breaking out of her thoughts as Shiro sighed. "Did you forget something?"</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt Chideta- Oh Crap
Cobalt chuckled slightly as he heard Diamond. "Fate is cruel to some." A door opened in the corner of the room and Cobalt raised his eyebrows. How did he miss that? As they walked through the corridors he noticed that they seemed to be going towards the gym and he began thinking. 'Are we going to be fighting something big today?' Those thoughts were soon answered.
"Son of a..." Cobalt paled at the sight of the massive Megaladeus. Oh god his professor was insane. After he heard that it's teeth were dull he relaxed slightly and began removing his clothes. He threw off his coat and folded up his scarf right next to it. Then Diamond spoke up. Cobalt cursed under his breath and sighed. "Well it's not like I'm going to let a teammate drown. Stay on the lily pads, if you fall into the water I'll get you out. We're going to have to fix this problem soon though." Cobalt began thinking of how this was going to be taken care of.
"What can you do with your Semblance? What are it's limitations, does light effect it in a negative or positive way, can your weapons be thrown? Just tell me anything that you can do that would be useful in this situation. Final question, do you know anyone else in this class? We are going to need more than two people working together to take down this monster of a Grimm." He asked quickly, yet slowly enough to be understood. This was going to be tough but doable with a plan.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
"For the most part, nothing that I know of. However it's incomplete because I lack a hermetic seal to ensure that it functions properly as a breathing mask. I've tried to see if the scrap room has anything, but alas, nothing I found is suitable." As Gren spoke to Sapphire about the mask Professor Chatsworth arrived. He arrived to give everyone their assignment, which fortunately for Gren was already something he was working on. In fact he was working on a piece of head gear right in his hands. This inspired Gren to begin thinking of potential upgrades and additions to the rebreather, but before he got ahead of himself he had to at least finish the prototype.
"It must be my lucky day. I can spend the whole class working on this. However I'm almost done with it, I just need something I can use as a hermetic seal. I'll need to shape it too, so if we can somehow find one off another object I'll need to gather enough to shape it for my purposes. I could always order the supplies, but I want to save those for something big. The seal itself isn't anything rare or unique, there just isn't any here. I was hoping you could help me brainstorm an idea to at least make an improvised seal so I can test the mask's functionality." Gren knew a improvised seal would only lower the quality of his rebreather, but as it stands without that seal it won't work as a rebreather anyways. At least if he could improvise he can test to see what else he might need to tighten up first before he starts working towards a final project.
Another important thing however was that Gren wanted to spend some time with Sapphire. He didn't like her, sure, but he has to make the effort to try at least. And if she snubs him then he can hate her without guilt. That and there was the matter of the party that he wants her to go to; she may not want to be involved with a bunch of hormonal young adults, but she's hardly unique among them just because she's stoic and aloof. Plus she needs to spend some downtime with her team for once, and Gren was going to make her do it, kicking and screaming if he has to. Hopefully she won't make him go so far, but he was ready for it.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Armoury
Krysthane grinned and pondered the task given them. Create some sort of functional and helpful piece of headgear hm? The first thing that popped into mind were goggles for protection from the elements. But as she thought of that she considered if she made a sort of diving helmet, one that had a breathing mask and goggles so you could see clearly underwater. Deep in thought she quickly made her way to the scrap room and managed to find a pair of lenses that she liked as well as a broken pair of goggles. She quickly replaced the missing lenses and though about how to go about things next.
Honestly Krysthane wasn't quite sure where to go from here. She grabbed her notebook and began scribbling her design in it. She needed to create some sort of breathing mask, maybe something that ran on dust and allowed you to breath underwater without an air tank. Yeah that sounded cool. Krysthane scribblings grew more pronounced as she filled out her idea, it looked like she would probably need to place an order to complete It though. Regardless she liked the idea and decided that she would continue attempting that.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - We're Gonna Need a Bigger Boat
As all of the other teams seemed to be working on different possible plans on how to take down the Feind Class Grimm, Robert stepped forward from the crowd and walked toward a spot that looked like a good place to keep things you wanted to stay dry. "And after just getting dry from first period, too. Note to self: invest in swim shorts," he said as he removed all articles of clothing except for his pants and underwear. The ugly burn scar on his back that he had gotten as a small child was now very much on display for anyone looking at him. After taking everything out of his pockets, he approached the pool that had the blood-thirsty Megaladeus.
"Alright team, here's the plan. I volunteer to be bait and get this thing to try and surface so we can do the most amount of damage. Grane, while I'm trying to not get turned into this thing's chew toy, you stay behind it and aim for it's back fin to cut off its maneuverability. Delta, since you're our resident marksman, you should try to put as much distance between you and it as you can, and aim for it's gills whenever I successfully get it to surface. It can't fight if it can't breath right?" Robert explained as he got into a runner's position. He hoped that he'd make it on the lily pad-like object with little to no trouble, but knowing his luck he was expecting to take a swim. "So what you guys think? Good plan? Yea or nay?"</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
Diamond - Nu-uh
"It's the falling into the water that's my problem!" she barked, albeit in hushed voice so no one else would overhear her in her pathetic moment. "Absolutely no person, with maybe the exception of aquatic faunus has any business being in water! It's against nature! And it already tried to kill me once, I'm not giving it a chance to finish the job!" The words may have been intended to sound harsh, but they came out somewhere between whimpering and pleading.
"My semblance... I can forge items out of my own shadow. I have to keep in contact with it though, and using it to create platforms to walk on is tiring. I can however use Ice and Kinetic dust, be like an artillery of sorts. I'm new to it but hey have to train sometime.
and I don't have to get near the water that way.
" she added for herself. "Or, hypothetically, if you were to lure it into a given place at a certain time, I could set up a trap for it. I'd need time to set it up though. I don't think we're on such bad terms for me to use you as bait though."</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - Armory Class
Sapphire took a look at the mask being offered her. It was a fairly basic design, a simple mask that covered the mouth and nose connecting to an oxygen tank to allow easy breathing. It wasn't the way that Sapphire would have designed a breathing apparatus. If she was going to craft one she would make something that filtered oxygen from the surrounding environment which would illuminate a limit on time spent there. However that type of device required knowing where you would be before hand and building it to make the specs of the environment you were trying to breath in. Gren's design was a more multipurpose model.
Proper hermetic seals were difficult to perfect. You needed an airtight solution that could instantly bond and release from any substance, for this type of device human skin. Those types of materials were generally expensive. There were of course some cheap alternatives but those resulted in a lower quality seal which could end up becoming compromised which depending on the environment you were in could get you killed.
"You're best bet for a proper seal would be a synthetic biopolymer. However those can be expensive. It might be possible to distill something off of another device from the scrap room but I'd have to take a look around. Of course there are some cheaper options too but those result in less... secure seals. Did you have an environment planned for this device? If I knew what it was planned for I might be able to specialize it somewhat for that location."
As she said this to Gren Sapphire listened to Chatsworth dole out today's assignment. She cursed under her breath. Sapphire had been hoping to use this class to work on her climbing, acrobatic apparatus' she'd started in math. Of course she could create a cheap pair of nightvision goggles in a half hour but she would rather have a decent mark in this class if she could. She'd think of something before next class. Something unique, she didn't want her inventions to be like every other assignment.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
"Mainly underwater. This is of course a prototype; once I'm certain that it can work properly underwater I'll see about upgrading it for different environments such as toxic air of even vacuums." Of course there were other reasons Gren was working on this mask too. The mask itself wasn't all that important, but rather, the apparatus he's using to create breathable air is. The fact that he needs it to operate as a breathing mask is only important so he could hand it off to Shiro, since Gren typically has a face-covering helmet on in dangerous situations.
Working on headgear designs was actually funny for Gren. He wasn't certain if any other hunters ever actually invested in helmets aside from him. His combat armor creates one automatically, which itself is a nice function as it allows him some extra durability on top of his aura. But his own helmet has a Heads-Up Display which allows him to monitor his aura levels, as well as the levels of his allies. It has a digital screen which will allow him to take a peep at information without using his hands, activated by voice prompts and the occasional somatic components. And of course it augments Gren's own natural Night Vision, like being able to be able to dim sudden light sources so he doesn't get stunned by bright lights. He can also discern distances and lengths between things he sees or himself, which is useful if he needs to make some calculations for leading targets. Of course he could add a few more options to them: Aura Vision being one that he was interested into looking into. A radar, perhaps linked to detecting Aura, is another. Of course he'd need it to be able to pick up Grimm too, so perhaps a Heat-Detection. However all of this doesn't come from an actual object he could make in the class; this is stuff he'd have to program into his helmet and by extension, his body and armor.
"Hmm... Anyways. For the most part I'm almost finished with this mask, I just need the seal. Incidentally, that gives me plenty of time this class for just about anything else. So Sapphire, how about we do something like this: If you can find me that seal for the rebreather, I'll pitch in and assist you designing and crafting some headgear of your choosing. I can see that you've already begun working on some gloves and I'm sure you want to finish them. Once I get my seal I'll just need to test them, but I'm sure I can ask Shiro to handle testing for me while I help you with your mask." Speaking of Shiro, Gren supposed he ought to ask him what he needs help with. Gren wouldn't mind letting Shiro piggyback on his project: By being the test subject Gren figured Shiro would deserve as much credit for it's creation as Gren would. Or at least Sapphire, if she chooses to help.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia looked down at her uniform uncertainly. She didn't think it wise to try swimming in a skirt and blouse, but she hadn't exactly brought a swimsuit either.
"Well... I have my athletic shorts on and my bra is kind of like a swim top. It's nylon and covers everything but my back and stomach." she shrugged and started stripping, stepping out of her skirt and shoes as she pulled her shirt off over her head. After braiding her hair carefully and checking Orthus's chains, she approached the group that appeared to be strategizing.
"Do you mind if I join you? I think the rest of my team has Armory." She asked the boy who appeared to be directing the others.
Who</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - Infirmary
As Sapphire could have guessed from the shape that Oswald was in his mission hadn't gone particularly well. Sapphire could surmise that much like the previous week it had been what should have been a fairly generic situation that became something much more dangerous after the fact. After all these were supposed to be training missions. If they'd known from the start this much damage could occur a professional hunter's team would have been deployed instead of students. Sapphire hoped this wasn't going to develop into a pattern for Team Codex as they seemed to have had a bad run of luck their last couple of tries.
Sapphire winced slightly at Oswald's choice of words to describe Swansong's mission status. Swimmingly. "Clearly Shiro's been doing more than just asking about how your mission went." She said slightly pointedly but really it was more Shiro she was annoyed with than Oswald. Then again what did she expect, the tiger faunus had no filter. Sapphire had a sudden sinking feeling that her aquaphobia would be common knowledge among the students by the time the weekend was over.
Both Sapphire and Oswald's missions had succeeded overall but evidently both considered them failures for one reason or another. Oswald's reasoning at that moment though seemed a lot more valid than Sapphire's. It was hard to call a mission a success when three members ended up critically wounded by the end. Sapphire's problems with her team dynamic seemed rather petty by comparison.
She didn't want to pry into it though. At least not right now when it was so fresh. At some point Oswald would come to her or one of his other friends to talk but right after it happened was not the time for that. He was likely still at the stage when he could see it every time he closed his eyes.
"You don't have to talk about it right now." she said. There was a certain look in her eye that for most would be hard to place. One that said I've had it that bad before but it was gone in a few seconds replaced by her normal expression which either conveyed I'm concentrating deeply or I want to hit something. It was often hard to tell which.
At the moment the best thing Sapphire could think to do would be to get Oswald to focus on something else. It's what Cecily always did for her. "Were'd you grow up Oswald? From the way you train I'd be inclined to think it was somewhere near the Gates of Hell."</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connoly- Infirmary
Oswald's lips slipped into a half-smile at Sapphire's noticeable wince. "I think he was talking to Emerald about it, but I wasn't paying too much attention. Something about water and biting or something. For the most part, he was freaking out about us." Even only a few minutes after the fact, it was more funny than patronizing, really. Such a simple misunderstanding made him leap to such a terrible conclusion. "Diamond might have worded it better, but I think he was under the impression that one of us got...blown up or something. Jeeze, what a way to go that'd be..."
Flexing his hand a few times to try to get his mind off of the pervasive aching throughout his body, Oswald gave a small shrug. "I know I shouldn't be talking about it, it's just..." After a few moments of silence, Oswald shook his head. "it's not easy. I knew it wouldn't be when I left home to come here, but this is a whole other ballpark. It's like I'm getting tossed back two years every weekend, and expected to just go about everything like I haven't just been thrown into the gates of fucking hell and back."
"Speaking of hell, that's probably how most people would describe where I lived. You know how there are some small border villages outside of the protective walls, and barriers, and natural landscapes that surround Vale?" Oswald drew a small circle in the air with his hand. "Vale is here." Poking at points just outside the imaginary circle, he continued. "Those towns are there." Moving his hand about a foot or so away and jabbing his finger, Oswald finished. "We were there. It's a two-week journey if you've got a full caravan. A runner could make it in a few days if they kept a good pace. Best estimate puts it at about 200 miles, around 320 kilometers or so."
Oswald sighed. "And my training is hardly usual, even for where I came from. It's...it's my way of atoning for my failures, if I had to come up with some deep, important meaning or whatever. I just don't like letting people down..." his arms were crossed over his chest meekly, and Oswald probably looked just as weak as he felt in those moments, lying there.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary
He could hear it. The sound of something snapping in his head. Shiro is a hard person to truly anger, as is his nature is to typically forgive all for their trespasses. Shiro could never truly hate, very much so in the very same way and seeks to at least be on good terms with all whom he has the pleasure of meeting. But if there was one thing that immediately set him off was someone being outright rude. Especially if for whatever reason they were being vulgar and rude. Though it could be argued that Shiro was being rude himself by having butted in on their privacy, he believed he acted out of genuine concern for the two strangers. His offer of food a gesture of goodwill, and in all honesty wasn't any attempt to buy their favor.
So why, when he was acting out of the kindness and goodness in his heart, did this girl who resembled another person whom he took issue with start spouting off obscenities at him as if that were a normal part of everyday polite conversation. Carrying on as if she had done no wrong and it was a non-issue. What had he done to her to deserve this? Who in the hell did she think she was? Did she really think that was okay, to speak like that to a complete stranger? He struggled to maintain his composure.
He had frozen when the headphones-wearing girl spoke, his body stiffening and growing rigid. His smile became 'plastic' as if it was something someone had premade in a factory and glued it on his face, synthetic and fake in its entirety. Knowing what was coming, feeling it in his bones, he quickly shut his eyes as he maintained his pseudo-smile just as they started to shift from their golden-brown color to icy-blue. Letting out a dry chuckle as he did. A low rumbling in his chest that he couldn't altogether stop, he fought to keep it as quiet as he could as his black stripes made their appearance slowly fading into view. Streaking across his ears, down through his head of silver hair, and marking his arms, face, and ringing his tail. The tail still swaying from side to side restlessly, but at a specific tempo that to any other Faunus sent signals out that he was incredibly irritated and ready to pounce.
He hoped and pleaded to whatever deities above that the faunus girl laying in bed wouldn't be able to pick up on his obvious body language.
"Calm down, Shiro."
His nostrils flared as he stood there, inhaling and exhaling sharply.
"That was a little rude..."
He attempted to control his breathing, trying his hardest to calm down.
"Okay, a lot rude...."
Slow in, slow out. Breathe.
"But, there might be a reason for that. That may just be how she normally speaks. I mean, we never actually talked before. Maybe she's...a little 'special'?"
His stripes weren't going away, neither was his low growling.
"Gods above though, she's too much like Sapphire. Only nastier..."
The corners of his lips twitched, still fighting to keep up the appearance of his 'happy' mood.
"Just, act like you didn't hear her and carry on. We...need a distraction...Yeah! Just ask what they want on their pizza and walk away to order it. Maybe text the guys if they know any good places."
His ears twitched, swiveling around furiously picking up every little noise.
"Okay! Yeah, we'll do that!"
Opening his eyes, he slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out his Scroll. Glowing blue eyes looking down at the screen, he basically shoved his nose into it as he focused intently. "So! Ah...what do you ladies want on your pizza?" He turned his back to the girls, any little thing he could do to relax. For added effect, he coughed softly a few times, patting his stomach. "Ooh, man. Where did that come from?" His toss-away excuse to explain why he had been growling. Something 'caught' in his throat.
To anyone else who didn't know him closely or dueled against him, Shiro's stripes appearing would seem rather odd and peculiar. Though, only those who knew him closely would know what it meant. Otherwise, it was just an oddity to anyone else. His stripes and shift in eye color meaning that he was either in 'combat mode' or extremely upset/agitated/irritated. There was nothing he could do to stop it, having tried in the past. The only 'cure' to have them vanish was to relax and calm down. Thinking happy thoughts sometimes helped, but not always. Frowning, he couldn't think of a happy thought to use.
"I'd kinda like to bash-..."
He stopped and corrected himself mentally.
"...-a training dummy's face in. Yeah, I do need to work on my transitional attacks and work them into combos..."
Distracting himself by planning to go to the Practice Area later to vent.
The nerve of some people.
He made it a point to never harbor ill intentions against someone, especially someone he hardly knew.
It started with corrective thinking.
As he stood there with his back turned to the girls, tail still undulating and swaying about, he did a quick internet search for good local pizzerias.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane - End Of Mission
"Ah come on guys, is this really necessary?" Krystal pleaded, though she followed the gaurds in a docile enough manner, doubting she couldn't fight all three them and the doubtless hordes of reinfrocments that would arrive. Plus she would no doubt get in super major trouble if she did. They hadn't gotten very far when Krysthan's scroll activated. " 'scue me for a sec boys" she said confidently and checked the message. What the heck? Krysthane had never heard of something less this happening. Still she had to get her and her team out of here. Surely the others got the message as well and were in less serious predicments than she. One of the gauds had just moved to take away her scroll when one of Ebon's R-Types suddenly blasted him in the back. Taking advantage of the confusion and assuming the robot's intention correctly, Krysthane immediately jetted away. With the aid of a R-Type guiding her, Krysthane managed to get out of the building, then made her way to the airship location in a slightly more inconspicuous manner. It was odd that Ebon wasn't here already since he'd sent out his little doodads. Still he wouldn't have had the bot lead her the airship if he needed help. Krysthane waited patiently inside the airship for the rest of her team to arrive, everyone should've gotten the message so they should be here soon.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - Airship
"Pretty clearly not well, as I think you can see." Sepia joked to the guardsmen, gesturing to the bullet wound on her hip. Despite its smallness, the thing was still refusing to stop bleeding, probably because she'd been running around all day. She leaned back and sighed. Everyone else was out and about, probably finding tons of good info, and here she was, sitting on her butt and pretending that she totally wasn't getting lightheaded.
Suddenly, her scroll started going off. Loudly. "Alright! I get it, this is important!" she grumbled, pulling it out and checking the screen. As she read the message, her aggravation melted away and a heavy weight seemed to settle in her chest. Casualties? What was going on? Could it reach her team, too? With all this in mind, she hardly seemed to notice the pain as she jumped up and tore past the guardsmen to the incoming airship's location.
***
By the time she got inside, her side was starting to feel warm and damp all the way down to her mid thigh. "Don't look down, don't look down..." she muttered under her breath. If she didn't acknowledge it, then it couldn't be a big deal, right? They all had to report to the infirmary anyway, her and the rest of the team. Where were they, anyway?
"Krysthane, what happened to Ebon and Skyra?" Sepia questioned after she'd caught her breath.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Beryl Harken
@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
Beryl Harken
Luke's assumption of Beryl's situation had been spot on. She had frozen midstep as soon as she had seen the giant pool on the cruise ship. The next minute had been a series of guilty and conflicted glances between the still walking Luke and the enclosed body of water. She did not want to just leave her friend alone but...but.
SWIMMING
With one last glance at Luke's back Beryl tossed her mp3 player and scroll onto a nearby chair and took off running for the pool, a massive smile on her face. She lept as soon as she hit the edge, a graceful dive that would send her slicing into the water like a knife. Or it would have until she glimpsed something through the large lounge window
Was that a strange man talking to Bianc-
Splat
The graceful dive into something more reminiscent of a bellyflop. For a second the still fully clothed otter Faunus floated slightly under the surface of the water. Then she shifted, turning to a more normal upright position that left her eyes just above the surface of the water. And staring directly at the stranger talking to her friend.
Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian breathed heavily as she hefted Byakko once more. After taking some days as a breather jumped right into training pushing herself to the limits. Her eyes had large bags under eyes showing her lack of sleep she was not going to allow herself to be useless again even if her body broke she would get past it. Holding the rifle mode up once more so the blade was pointing forward she dashed forward starting her intricate dance once more. She was set on learning this if anything despite having a bladed form she knew next to nothing on how to properly use it effectively. With some coercing of her "guardian" she was able to get a basic idea on how to use it in close range. Due to size and weight it made quick strikes near impossible so she need to learn how to use its weight to her advantage. Repeating this in her head she swung it around left, right all the while moving around practically dancing out of the way of invisible enemies. Though in mid way she collapsed to her knees her weapon slipping form her hands as she coughed. It was taking a toll on her body but she would not let up she needed to get better.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - K_SS Dorm
Sepia was fairly certain that her teammates were up and about, as she could hear movement from across the room. Regardless, the late-sleeper wiggled further under the blankets until everything but the top of her head was covered, her flicking ears the only thing betraying that she was awake.
Last night had been rough. After finally getting back from having pizza, she'd been at the infirmary until fairly late into the night. The staff had been put out with her, to say the least, and it seemed like they spent more time chastising her for not coming sooner than it had taken to remove the bullet. "They were nice in the end, though. They let me come back to the dorm instead of making me stay there." She thought optimistically. Admittedly, though, it had taken a lot of coaxing, complete with puppy-eyes and everything. What may have also helped was the fact that the wound wasn't serious, though it could have gotten that way easily. Yawning, she put the thought out of her head and finally accepted that she wasn't getting any more sleep. She scooched up into a sitting position, becoming very thankful for an all-female team suddenly. It seemed that the infirmary had tired her out enough that she'd fallen asleep in just her bra and underwear.
As she finally got out of bed entirely and started looking for something to wear on her way to take a shower, the dog faunus finally noticed the absence of a particular cat. "Hey, Krys, did Skyra take off somewhere?"</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Armory
Trying to distract himself
Clearing his throat, Gren glanced back at Shiro and Sangue... Only to see Sangue strip off her top to measure herself. Gren couldn't help but stare. He was a monster of a man made of machines, so seeing impossible body shapes weren't unusual. Seeing naked women, what with having the mind of a relatively healthy young man, wasn't too new to him. Memories of more... Macabre exposure he purposely forgets. But seeing Sangue's mostly exposed top and breast, and well...
"Sangue has nice tits."
Clearing his throat for no reason at all Gren then tried to make himself look busy looking over the tools, but mostly was doing this so he'd stop leering at Sangue. Once a few moments passed and he figured Sangue was done, Gren tried to change the subject away from breasts and measurements to something else. Except that Sangue still didn't put her top back on. It would make some sense, as she nly had one arm adn it take her a while to redress herself. So Gren looked at Shiro in a desperate attempt not to remember what arousal felt like when he glanced at Sangue's toned, shaped back, showing both a healthy amount of meat as muscular to remember that while Sangue may not be a bruiser, she wasn't a weak girl. Indeed, she was very womanly.
"Shiro! Uh... Lets... Go... Do the thing. The thing with the plates and the hammers, yes. Oh right, and materials. Got plenty of stock stuff, uh, iron and steel. Not the best but we could try to start from there and get better once we have an idea of what we're doing. You said something about wire cables or something? That's probably a good idea, though we'll definitely need better materials then what I have here. Might be able to find something in the salvage though. And if we're going to make a harness too we'll need some comfortable materials. I actually know a fashion designer who I buy clothes from, especially hunter chic. We just uh... Send him the data and see if he can make a comfortable, fashionable harness for Sangue."
Gren was slowly starting to get over seeing Sangue's boobs and actually was in the process of placing an order for Sangue, though he'll still need the data from Shiro and some other important information from Sangue. Gren was pretty sure a lot of what Shiro said went over her head, but Gren didn't really know how to explain it any easier. Well, he had an idea, but that could backfire and just fill Sangue's head with even more useless clutter. It would almost be safer to tell Sangue that Gren and Shiro has this taken care of. But that wouldn't be nearly as fun.
"Ah, let's see... Hmm... Maybe... Okay! Would you like to come with me and Shiro to the Emerald Forest later? As we said, this isn't going to be something we can complete soon. Plus there's some other materials we need to gather up, and I think we can get it at the Emerald Forest. It'll be dangerous of course, but danger is what makes it fun! Plus... Well, I've never actually seen you in action before. I think if we could see you take on some Grimm and show us how you use your claw, it'll help us, or at least me, to figure out how best to make this arm." Of course it didn't elude Gren that he could try to bring others too. Ideally, girls. But anyone would do; Gren was still trying to make as many friends as he could to earn leadership of the team. Though he then looked at Sapphire and thought about it. He was still quite salty with her, but at the same time if Gren really wanted to be the team leader, he needed to earn her respect too. It was a two-way street after all, and Gren could at least try and meet her half-way. Weather or not she did... Would be up to her.
"The more the merrier of course. We'll be looking over a large area filled with grimm, and to be honest what we're looking for might be rare then I think. The important thing of course is Sangue, and to have fun. Right Sapphire?"
@harinezumikouken@Prince of Seraphs
~Others~
It has been some time since Scoot had seen his new friends. Fortunately, Scoot was used to living on his own, and he was a hunter too. He hunted vermin and other threats to Beacon's sanitary, pouncing on things like rodents, big insects, and even very, very small grimm with the ferocity and strength of a berzerker. Though most of the time he was bored and was just wandering around. When the group had gone on their mission Scoot had helped himself to the warm covers of their beds (Specifically Abel, as his larger body produced more heat across the bed's surface), but that would have only lasted so long.
These days, Scoot was actually a fairly common sight at Beacon, common enough that most of the teachers know who he is. It helps that Scoot is capable of telepathically communicating with the teachers, though only in very short phrases. The fact that the little ferret even calls himself Scoot thanks to Shiro was something that went a bit beyond normal animal intelligence. But even if he was more intelligent, he was still an animal, and animals needed to eat. Usually Scoot hunts for his own food either in the tall grass or in Beacon's alleyways, but as a natural predator here at Beacon, most of his prey had learned to leave the area less they become victims to the circle of life. But for Scoot, this wasn't that much of a problem. Most of the other people fed him, and pretty much gave him everything he'd ever need. Mostly by rummaging through the trash.
Scoot was considering tearing into some trash for morsels when he smelled something delicious. As a slightly raised ferret, Scoot was smart enough to know that cooked food was better then raw food, and thanks to the experiments done on him, Scoot could even eat some foods normally unhealthy or even poisonous to him, like chocolate. Though he doesn't like chocolate. But in this instance, Scoot was smelling something delicious, and he knew that if he could smell it, he could find it. He followed his nose to the source of the scent, and found a lone girl with short cyan hair. She smelled delicious to Scoot, but he didn't know why. Curious and hungry, the little creature scurried up to the girl, but occasionally stopped in the middle of his run to stand up and look at her, as if expecting her to react at any moment. It wouldn't be hard to notice Scoot either, what with being an albino ferret running through the freshly cut green grass. When he got close enough, the girl would receive a telepathic message from the mammal.
"Food?"</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
Diamond - Infirmary
Diamond looked around to see if and what the others would say. No one gave her any looks of pity, save for some minor hints. Good. I like anger better. "You know, no regrets here, so stop looking so damn gloomy before somebody slashes their wrists. Knowing what I do now I'd still do it again in that situation you know. One of you three was there, you reckless idiots somehow managed to get me to care if you live." Diamond said with a smirk.
"But if we could not make a habit of it it would be much appreciated." she sighed, "Since you're all here, do you want to perhaps have a talk about how to prevent such abysmal failures in the future, or am I going to have to keep losing limbs for some time until we're there?" she said perhaps a bit too harshly, but she wanted to drive a point home. Because the next time one of you tells me to shut up when I'm telling you to be cautious I'll maim you myself!
Her eyes ticked to the side. She would have said more, but only if it was just the four of them, and somewhere where prying ears couldn't reach. "Also while we're on the topic of fighting abilities and personal feelings, I'm losing the grip on my semblance. I blame you for starting to make me a better person." she grinned, herself unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian Kuze|Break
"Hungry little guy" Cian looked at the albino ferret she seen it a few times but was always unsure on who it belonged to. Come on than little one lets get you something to eat you have any preferences?" She looked at it noticing the sheer hilarity of herself talking to a ferret what has the world turned to she couldn't help but question to herself. Still letting a hand out to the ferret for it to climb up she figured this could count as a break from her over indulgence in training she supposed. @Lucius Cypher</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
@Abillioncats @Kaithas
"Sure, do that Yue."
Skyra waved after both Krys, who had left first, and Yue, who was leaving just now.
Now just her and Sepia were left in the room. That was until Skyra grabbed her head instinctively.
"Ugh… I knew it was a bad idea to drink..."
She got up from her feeding position and walked to the door, not going through it before waving a "I'll be back later, Seppy. Just gonna get some pills for this headache, kay?"
With that, she let the door snap back into its lock.
Slow pace Skyra moved herself down the corridor heading straight for the infirmary without any detours. It was her first time drinking that much and as such, her first actual hangover. She just hoped, the painkillers would relieve any lingering pain.
Arriving at the infirmary, she quickly moved to the medicine cabinet, plopped two painkiller pills into her mouth and gulped them down before she noticed that the beds in the room were not empty. Not at all empty.
The one couple of people her eyes focused on most were atwo girls, one being pinned down by the other, seemingly a cat Faunus as well, in a tacklehug position. Or so it looked like to Skyra. Were they… a couple? Like… together? What the hell…?
*Stare* *Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare*</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - K_SS Dorm -> Halls
Sepia watched Skyra go, scrutinizing her as she went out the door. As much as she'd like to be able to shut off her semblance and focus on recovering, she had already decided that she might as well use it given that it showed no signs of going away any time soon. Reaching out tentatively in her mind toward the cat faunus, she almost jerked back when she made contact. There was...a lot going on here. Keeping her position as purely receptive in the few seconds she had before she'd lose track of her teammate, she gently plucked along a few strands of feelings. Not thoughts, mind you. That would be more invasive than she was comfortable with, and Skyra would probably "hear" her if she strengthened their connection too much. As it was, she might notice an unfamiliar feeling, but nothing indicative of its source being another person, as Sepia couldn't recall ever having used her semblance (at least not in this way) on her teammate before.
Chewing on her lower lip as she finished off her breakfast, the brunette quickly tried her best to smooth down a few rough edges in her friend(?)'s mood, as temporary as it might be. No one could fix Skyra's problems but Skyra. There was something else, too. She gave a small smile as she noted a small, but unmistakable feeling of warmth somewhere buried underneath all the conflicted prickliness. "Sunrise orange..." she murmured under her breath. Withdrawing gently with a relived and somewhat satisfied sigh, Sepia stood up and did her best to tidy up so Yue wouldn't have so much to do. "She does seem to like to please, though. I guess that means I have to work on her too."
Sepia had no illusions about her intelligence when it came to school and studying. All of that factual blah-blah just went through one furry ear and out the other, and sitting still for so long was dreadfully boring. However, she liked to think that she got to have good "person-sense" in return for her shoddy grades. Slinging her at last found dress, undergarments, and leggings over her shoulder, she plucked a sticky-note pad and pencil off of her bedside table and started scratching out a rough list:
Sky: Extra patience. Prob. needs to have a listener.
Krys: Nothing right now. She seems to have a good head on her shoulders. Observe.
Yue: Build her up. Needs more self-worth to be good teammate (if that's Beacon's idea).
Sepia paused thoughtfully for a moment, then added:
Shiro: Worries me :(
"If anyone sees this, they're going to think I'm nuts." Even the ditzy dog could tell that much. She needed it, though, if she wanted to remember any of her thoughts later. After taking a shower and getting ready for the day, she folded it twice and tucked it into her bra. Deeming herself presentable, she grabbed Orthus and headed into the hall, intending on making her way outside to practice with its grappling function.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
The silence faded away as a total of three people made their way to both Sangue and Galla.
She remembered Cian from the recent mission they fulfilled together. A sniper who took things down from afar- something Sangue could not do at all. Sangue had admired her clean shots, but then again, she always commended anyone who could use a firearm to any extent. After all, she had little to no knowledge on properly utilizing a firearm with efficiency.
As Cian approached, the red snake bowed politely.
Sangue blinked as Cian asked her if the dark-haired girl was her sister. She silently shook her head.
Cian seemed to be with someone. Without much of an idea as to who the man with Cian was, she bowed to him as well, only to find a pair of girls approaching them.
They were a happy bunch.
April on one side, and Dawn on the other.
For some reason, it was hard not to look away from how excitedly they introduced themselves.
Bowing yet again, this time at the pair of girls, Sangue blinked as she glanced between the dark-haired stranger and the cheery duo.
The stranger introduced herself as Galla Mindaro.
It was a nice name.
The Naga's eyes remained locked onto Galla for a moment before she glanced at Cian, the man near her, and the energetic girls who Sangue presumed to be sisters.
The snake nodded her head when April asked if she lived in Vale. Technically, she did not have a home, but she still had a bit of room to sleep in at the Noxus Night. It may be a bar, but… it still had a guest room she tended to occupy when she wasn't attending Beacon.
She had no idea as to what the two girls meant by going high, though, and how drugs were related to "going high." What did they mean?
Did drugs make people fly?
Though curious, even Sangue thought that was an odd question to ask. She would save the question for one of her teammates.
Seeing that Galla had introduced her name, she spoke to April and Dawn,
"I am… Sangue…
"…
"…It's… nice t…o… meet you…" She barely managed to finish without making a mistake.
The red-haired woman continued to glance between the people near her, her gaze remaining passive.
@Suku@HereComesTheSnow</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
@Suku@HereComesTheSnow
Mindaro Mondays - Galla
"I'm from Central Mistral."
The two sisters were excitable figures, constantly in motion. They were bursting with energy, shooting one another close, communicative glances to one another even as they talked to her and the woman beside her. As if they were barely holding in their exuberance. Galla quietly blinked at their interactions, before turning her head upon noticing the sound of stilted speech. It appeared that the woman, now identified as Sangue, had issues properly communicating.
Her hazel eyes briefly met the crimson orbs of the other woman on the bench once more. She turned her head back to face the cheerful duo of onyx-haired girls, taking in their appearance. They were likely trained fighters as well, although unlikely to be attendees at Beacon Academy. It was more of a possibility that they were attending a combat school, and had come to visit a friend or relative in a manner not dissimilar to her parents.
The bag resting against the varnished wood of the bench rumbled. Her phone was vibrating.
Galla was already reaching in for the aging device, pulling it out and flipping it open to see who had sent her a message.
>g choc!
>c'est classe =D
>nous v1 tds!!!
>bi1to
Her parents would be arriving soon.
She flipped shut the phone and dropped it back into her bag. Her inexpressive gaze once more returned to those around her.</s>
<|message|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing)
Docks
Trad stood at the docks watching the crowds of his classmate's relatives disembark. It was interesting to see the diversity of where everyone came from. Current and former hunters, human and faunus families as well as mixed, and all from different parts of the globe with different financial situations. It would be nice to hear the stories of how they came from such backgrounds and ended up wanting to become hunters, but first he had to locate his own. Truth be told he wasn't actually expecting them to show up in the first place. They had never really approved of his decision to become a hunter, but they had done their best to show their support in his choices so perhaps them coming was their way of showing that.
Finally when it looked like the ships had unloaded every last passenger, Trad spotted the fiery beard of his father, Blad, and the platinum hair of his mother, Fern, just getting off. Pushing his way through the crowds he got right up to the two and pulled him in for a hug while he greeted them. "Hey! Glad to see you made it. Hope it wasn't a lot of trouble to get here."
"Eh, there was some turbulence, but it wasn't from waves of Grimm like I'm sure you've had to deal with." His father jested giving Trad a light punch to the shoulder.
"He's only been here a few weeks, Blad, I'm sure he hasn't had to do anything that dangerous...Right?" His mother asked hoping the answer wasn't one that would cause concern.
Trad had yet to tell them of what happened on their mission, if they found out he had lost a teammate on his first mission he wouldn't hear the end of it. Instead he just smiled and changed the subject. "We haven't been given anything we couldn't handle. But we have plenty of time for stories later. Come, they're serving breakfast in the athletics center. I'm sure you two are hung-"
Eager to talk to his parents, Trad didn't pay attention to where he was going and ran right into Sepia's parents nearly knocking them over. "OH! Excuse me! I'm so sorry about that."
Blad leaned closer to Fern and whispered "You'd think people in this profession would be more observant."
"They are still students I guess."</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow
Monday
"My name is Cian formerly from Atlas" She stated she was born on Atlas that was true but it was not her home her home was wherever she decided it was that was what Tristan taught on of his few moments of insight if you asked her. "Mindaro so your Gratia's younger sister than?" Cian asked as she pieced together the similar last names to the one person she met briefly before. Sure they weren't really friends or on talking terms but she knew the face at least. Though she tried her hardest to ignore the over excited twins that was practically shaking with excitement. Probably someones younger siblings and by the looks of it they were normally this excited joy.
Tristan Mauve
Tristan looked at the gaggle of girls in front of him all the while he paid attention to what was being said before reaching out of his pocket and pulling a switchblade styled comb and started fixing Cian's hair she was always like this ignoring her appearance for sake of training or whatever it was that caught her current interest. "The name is Tristan Mauve a pleasure. I am from somewhere and my home is wherever" He stated in his usual spiel not looking up from his current spot of fixing his sisters hair. Though despite that he did briefly glance at the people gathered a pair of young twins probably one of those peppy types from the look of it. A young black hair girl that probably wouldn't be out of place just speaking one syllable if needed. Finally a red haired girl form the looks of it pretty awkward with social situations.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
@NarayanK@Suku
Monday
They blinked curiously in unison, wondering at the nature of the red-haired woman's stilted speech for a moment. Perhaps she was shy, socially awkward. Perhaps her speech was impeded by something. Perhaps she was unfamiliar with the language.
It could have been anything.
So without knowing, what heroes of justice would they be if they let it faze them?
"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Miss Sangue!" April said, returning the bow politely alongside her sister, who then turned and repeated the motion to the rest of the group.
"And you as well, Cian, Mister Tristan!"
And suddenly, the united front of the Schwarz sisters split. Sangue found herself coming under scrutiny as the taller of the two peered curiously at a certain new appendage attached at her shoulder, whilst Galla, Tristan, and Cian were met with an intrigued expression.
"Your arm looks really cool, Sangue!"
"Wow. Atlas, Central Mistral, and 'wherever', huh? That's a pretty wide spread!"</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
@Suku@HereComesTheSnow
Mindaro Mondays - Galla
"Mindaro, so you're Gratia's younger sister then?"
The short, coat-wearing girl recognised her name. Galla nodded in the affirmative. It was likely that this Cian was a classmate of her big sister's. And given the intimacy that humans ascribed to the tall man's playing with the aforementioned girl's hair, he was most probably a recipient of a close emotional bond to the girl.
That didn't matter to her.
The duo of cheerful girls had split up amongst them. Galla glanced in the direction of the one named Dawn, meeting the hair-afflicted girl's eyes with apathetic, hazel orbs.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - Docks
Sepia felt it an instant before Datura moved. As the other student bumped into the already-rattled woman, knocking her into Soot's shoulder, a sudden shockwave of panic radiated off of her and slammed into Sepia's senses. Staggering backwards in brief surprise, the faunus could only observe with fright as her mother, eyes wide and blank, turned and swung full force for the young man who'd accidentally startled her.
An arena. A crowd. A nervous movement from one of the other three in with her was all it took to have her sprinting forward. She wasn't going down, even against her team. Sepia shook the incoming images from her thoughts just in time to see Soot dart in front of his wife. Apparently, the swift man hadn't needed a mind-oriented semblance to predict what was about to happen. Raising one hand while wrapping the other arm around Datura's waist, her fist met his palm with loud thwack. After a tense moment, she lowered her head against his chest and relaxed, drawing in deep breaths with an obviously practiced discipline. Looking over his shoulder at Trad, Soot smiled good-naturedly and explained: "Don't get me wrong, you could probably have handled her easily." His eyes flicked over the huntsman approvingly. "I just know she'll feel bad later if she catches someone in the face."
After her father finished, Sepia stepped forward sheepishly. "I...don't think I've met you before? This probably wasn't the best first impression." As she spoke, she addressed both her peer and his parents.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Bianca Nuit Heiress Extrodinaire
Sinatra
I sat alone in the café for a little while before fully depleting my cappuccino. I considered waiting a little longer before getting another one, however in Estelle's immortal words. "Fuck that drink up."
No clue what the context on that one was.
Regardless, I floated my way back to the counter once more to place my second order.
"Hello, I'd like to or-"
"You're back again?" The unkempt and seemingly barbaric Barista said in a flat, dry tone. I felt my right eye begin to twitch as a smile glided to my lips. It had been so long since I had a proper target.
"No that's quite alright, never mind." I said almost adding a curtsy for good measure. After all…
"Ugh, whatever, move aside so I can take the next order." A proper kill included an unaware target. I quickly made my way back to my seat and sat down cross-legged. I snatched my scroll out of my hand bag and before I knew it my fingers flared wildly across the screen. First, my father.
"Bianca why are you calling me?" He snapped over the phone. But I had no time for petty resistance.
"I need 6,000,000 lien." I said as if it were a threat on his life.
"I've just transferred it, what are we buying?" He asked, before being answered by the beeping of a canceled call.
Papa was threatening to most. But his daughters had ways to deal with him. Estelle drank, and I fought him on his own terms.
Next up was head office.
"Hello, this is the head office for the Vale Coffee Company, how may I help you today?"
I glanced over at the Barista and managed to glean his eye contact. I smiled twirling a stray lock of hair around my index finger.
"Oh, good afternoon! My name is Bianca Nuit, Heiress of Nuit incorporated and majority shareholder of Du Acier Steel. May I speak with Mrs. Rouge please?"
I decidedly spoke up. I wanted him to hear who I was speaking to, even if the name didn't make sense to him yet. He would understand fairly soon.
"Oh! Mrs. Nuit, right away ma'am."
"Hello, this is Marion Rouge, Ms. Nuit I heard you were calling today, may I ask what about?"
Marion Rouge. An old family friend. She owned more than a few commercial food chains, which of course, included her first company – The Vale Coffee Company.
"Of course, Marion I'm so sorry I couldn't make the gala this past week. I've been so busy."
"That is completely understandable, I hear from your father you're in training to become a huntress. Thank you for your service."
The barista seemed confused, but he also seemed interested in my conversation. Good. You should be… Matthew? Even his nametag was difficult to discern with his sloppy handwriting.
"It's my pleasure. Now Marion, are you aware of your location café near Beacon academy?"
I asked, making sure to annunciate for old Matthew. Or… Was it Maxwell? His handwriting was making my vengeance slightly more complicated.
]"Of course, it's a prime location. Great business hour traffic."
"Indeed, I love what you've done with it."
"Thank you Mrs. Nuit, but if that's all while I do appreciate the compliment I have a very busy schedule."
"Of course, Marion. Allow me to jump to the point. I'd like to make an offer on this location. I understand this is a high traffic area, and thusly you aren't willing to give it up completely. It's a big part of your earnings, but I'd like to buy 51% of this café. I would reserve hiring and firing rights, though I promise not to intervene too often. That also means, of course, that 51% of the profit would go to a bank account I have set up."
While giving Marion my terms I was quickly tapping away on a secondary scroll. Setting up the required lien and bank account.
"Your offer would have to be steep Mrs. Nuit. Bringing someone in at 51%, even for one location can cause investors to fear."
"That's no worry at all. My offer is six million lien. On the table transferrable right now."
"I look forward to our business together, Mrs. Nuit. I'll have my assistant forward you the pertinent documents and account information."
The Barista still didn't seem to understand why he was in trouble or in what form that trouble would take. But he would.
"Marion, you've been as pleasing to the ear as ever. Please give your family my best- oh, I'm sorry there's just one more thing. I'd like to let one of our employees go at this branch. His lack of enthusiasm, family-minded mentality and kindness is setting a poor example for such a staple of our company."
I said looking directly into Maxwell… Or maybe Marshall's soul. His handwriting really was atrocious.
"That could be an issue-"
"Oh don't worry I'll give him his severance out of my own pocket. Two weeks of minimum wage is not too small a cost to better our branch." I responded with a poisonous and content smile.
"That's good to hear Mrs. Nuit. I look forward to doing business with you." Marion said as she hung up the phone.
Once more I glided up to the counter looking at… Oh, okay it looks like Montgomery. Monty stared back at me with a dull, lacking fire in his eyes.
"Monty, you've been let go. You'll receive severance pay accordingly. Thank you for your time." I said motioning to the girl standing behind him.
"Yes Ma'am?" She asked, quite politely.
"One Café Mocha please." I said swiftly moving back to my chair as I watched Monty pack up his things. He left, my grin grew wider and my new favourite barista dropped off my Café Mocha. I took a hearty sip of the drink as my eyes light up.
My favourite super spy walked in. 007 pretty much defined the look he got from other women. But there he went slinging himself over a few chairs and giving me the most glorious side eye on this side of the country.
"Don't you even look at me." He said as I graciously abided.
I looked to the side with a grin the size of an underclassmen's scythe.
"Hey Jeeeeeeer." I cooed happily. "How's family day going for you?"</s>
<|message|>Geni 'Leo' Hung
Sinatra @Crimmy @Ayazi @Silvan Haven
"That I am."
Geni plastered a sloppy grin on his face and sauntered jauntily into the room. If he had noticed Gratia's seeming shift in personality when she addresse Gainsboro d him, he didn't reveal it. In fact, he took measurable steps to hide it. Just by her tone he could tell that his unannounced visit was some what irksome to her. His eyes raked over the similar countenance of the two adults she had embraced upon his entrance.
Her parents. the little voice whispered.
Indeed, her parents came for family day." Geni retorted.
Sidestepping the imposing male who made his way for the exit, Geni held out a tanned hand for Gratia and her parents to shake individually.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all and I look forward to working with you,…" Geni trailed off, looking for a word that he it seemed he couldn't put his finger on.</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - VGGB Dorm
"Gratia Mindaro," she replied, taking the proffered hand with her own pale one. Her grip was firm, and if Geni were to meet her onyx gaze, he would be able to see an impassive, unbending steel present within her eyes. "Has all your paperwork been cleared for joining this team?"
Her tone was flat, lacking in any real emotion. Her manner was far more direct and professional than the one she had used with her parents, but even so, there was still a relaxed cadence to her words. Gratia Mindaro was clearly somebody who was very comfortable around family, and that persisted even when talking to somebody who was essentially a stranger to her.
Yet her gaze also seemed to be assessing him.
Assessing his appearance. His abilities. A first impression.
---
Mindaro Mondays - Galla
"I understand."
The Schwarz family appeared to be one where physical altercations were particularly common, which was a logical explanation for the carefree nature to which Dawn approached the topic of her sister's assault on her brother. Injuries that would be crippling to the unawakened were likely to minor when one possessed the ability to regenerate. Galla nodded in acknowledgement of the situation.
Yet it meant nothing to her.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - Corridor, Approaching Gym
"Wait, so why did you want to visit the gym?" As Sepia and her "parents" got closer to the location in question, her curiosity over Datura's request to go to such a hotspot for student activity increased. So far, the young woman had wanted absolutely nothing more than necessary to do with Beacon as a whole, much less any particular locations. The only response Sepia got was a flash of purple eyes and a sullen sigh. Well, it wasn't like she expected any different from her ever-testy...what, exactly? She'd told the student earlier that Datura was her adoptive mother, which was the simplest and most technically accurate answer. However, the true nature of their relationship had never been clear to begin with and was even more so currently. Sepia had always held a sort of distant admiration - and admittedly a tiny bit of a girl crush - for her older companion, but the other girl seemed to flip between viciously protective and deeply bitter at a moment's notice. Really, the only thing consistent about her behavior was the way she was practically glued to Soot every time they were together.
To his credit, Soot never seemed to favor either of "his girls" over the other. Not that Sepia could feel the jealousy practically rolling off of Datura whenever Soot spoiled the coydog faunus or anything. Oh well, the ex-"free-fighter" probably deserved to be a little bit defensive over sources of genuine affection at this point. "I can live with it. It's my fault she's like this."
A strange sensation made Sepia stop walking suddenly, and it was only Soot's hand on Datura's shoulder that kept her from running into her daughter's back.
"Do you feel something unusual?" Soot questioned, picking up on her reason for abruptly halting.
It was difficult to put into exact words, but everything seemed to...echo, somehow. Whereas the general feelings and vague thoughts of those nearby had previously simply settled into a constant hum in the corners of her mind, they now seemed to split, one half behaving like normal while the other pulled to a single point in the distance. That point was bouncing them back at her occasionally, and the slight de-synch combined with the increased "volume" was threating to trigger a migraine. "Ugh...I'm getting some kind of interference, if that makes any sense." She rubbed the slightly raised edge of what had to be her least favorite scar (not that she had many to choose from), one that while long, was hidden entirely under her hair most of the time due to its location on her scalp.
"Head acting up?" His tone was so guilty, jeez it was just going to make things worse.
"Not yet. I hope whatever is causing this is temporary, though."</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</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> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</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>
<|message|>- Age -
Andromeda watched Charon rush off, before glancing over at Ferris with a raised eyebrow, a nonverbal what was that about. She didn't press the issue, if he had something to get done, more power to him. Even so, he seemed... jumpy.
She mentally shrugged, and went back to her breakfast. Partly, the majority of her attention was held by her Scroll, which she had propped up against a glass on the table. She absently flicked through some page with one hand, absently taking a bite in between reading with her other. Parent's day, she had almost forgotten, almost. Making a big event out of it was kinda strange to her, she'd spent enough time wanting to get some breathing room away from her parents. A few months wasn't nearly enough time to make her start longing for home again. Home had been nice; idyllic, even; but more than a little cramped at times, and this was freedom at last. Sure she might've still had to share a room, but she got her own Scroll and enough space to actually store all of her stuff.
The food wasn't too bad either. A little sub-par, but some concessions had to be made. Speaking of, her fork struck the plate with the distinctive sound of metal on ceramic, and came up empty. Slightly startled by the sound, Andromeda looked up at her plate, and pushed it to the side. Giving one last glance at her Scroll, she collapsed the device and tucked it away in a pocket. It was still relatively early, they'd call when they could. Andromeda attempted to convince herself that she wasn't fretting over it. She wasn't all that successful.
"What about you?" Andromeda asked her teammate, electing to take her mind off of it, "Got anything planned for today?"
Raven</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Datura - Old Habits
"Not quite. I'm here to visit family." Datura replied, wearing a slightly wicked smile. To tell the truth, there was another reason besides the fear of being recognized that she had thought twice about coming to Beacon. Her semblance, "Poisonous Temptation", manifested in an exhaled powder with an...interesting effect. If inhaled, it caused people to become far more easily swayed by their intrusive thoughts, particularly if they were unaware that they'd been poisoned. In the past, Datura had used it with exceptional results on just about anyone who crossed her. It was perfect for situations where discretion was necessary. However, in the end, it ended up being used as an instrument of recreation more than anything else. For the sake of her husband and soul (if one believed in such a thing), she'd been trying to cut back on that recreation.
This girl was making things hard, though, coming onto her like that. Direct eye contact, too. She seemed pretty experienced, if her confident attitude was anything to go by. "I guess it's a shame, though. We won't be able to get to know each other." To hell with it, I want to know who'll back down first, if anyone.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
...
Jericho's brain: O
"Wait."
Jericho's brain after celebration tequila back at Bastion: o
"You bought the goddamn caf--"
Jericho's brain on bird: .
This girl was--
"After that whole spiel, all you got out of that was--"
She'd been left alone for twenty minutes! Less! His seat was still warm!
raaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
"The only thing that anyone should be talking about is how to best inoculate you from human society," Jer replied caustically, jerking a gloved thumb back at the sheer skyscraper of legalese in the arms of the barista. "Before you do any lasting damage. Sharp objects. Driver's seat privileges. Plastic bags from grocery stores. Kiss 'em goodbye. And if you ever convince yourself that I'm nice again, I want you to let me know so I can trigger my super-classified pickup technique. I'll jump from the top of Beacon to come find you, and you can wait at the bottom. Holding my parachute for me."
His gloved hand clenched. They didn't make them like this at Atlas, that was for damn sure.
He really hated the way he was being ogled. Normally Speer's jury-rigged blind dates had collapsed under the weight of Jer's caustic advice and harsh critiques by now. Bianca seemed to relish it.
Oh, Christ, is she into masochism?
Hell, she liked Quantum of Solace, didn't she...?
No wonder Luke said she was only able to get dates through questionnaires. Poor sons of bitches probably thought they were signing up for an internship and then, wham.
JEEEEEEEEEER.
Like a steak knife through your goddamn temple, man.
Jericho leaned forward and took a sip of his cappuccino.
"You know, Bianca, I'm a little rusty on normal people trends these days, but usually a two million lien purchase with breakfast isn't exactly going to get you raised to sainthood. Does 'let them eat cake' ring any bells?"</s>
<|message|>Teàrlag Cirsium
This is what Teàr looks like if you don't know where her character sheet is.
Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor"
The sun's brilliant light shines down upon Beacon's campus, the beautiful radiance a blessing from Hyperion himself. Or to put it in a way that doesn't try so bloody hard to shove poetic stuff everywhere, the weather's pretty nice and warm today. That's why so many of the students are choosing to hang around with their folks rather than stay inside, even if there's nothing really anything shiny and what-not for them to have fun at. I guess there's that obstacle course and race thing where the brats can humiliate each other in front of their ma's and da's to show off how wizard they could be, but I don't think that's super popular. A lot more of them are just doing their own wee little thing rather than sticking to what the faculty wants them to do.
Jammy buggers. Curse their freedom to relax! I don't even get that privilege. That's why I'm here on campus today instead of taking advantage of what sounds like a holiday and staying in my apartment. Not because I want to laze around and hit up the telly or anything. It would've just saved me more time to correct the brats' badly-written essays so I can hand them back tomorrow. Yeah, that's it. Except I had to turn up today, help the other teachers set up this day of fun and celebration for the students and their families. All of the logistical work that was needed to organise the whole thing, and we don't really get even a word of thanks.
Heh, I'm not going to be an Eeyore about assisting with Family Day. As the counselor, my job's supposed to be about helping all these students stay mentally healthy; stay happy in a career path that honestly doesn't give many opportunities for joy. Having the chance to chum with their parents might be considered by some to just be a way of ignoring the awful truth, but it's good for them. You don't want your C-list meatshields to be emotionally compromised in the heat of battle, right?
That logic's honestly an excuse.
It's easier to say that I want to "help them". That's what my contract stipulates.
A bit of a hypocritical thing for me to do when I ramble on about superficiality all the time, but sometimes, a façade might be kinder than the genuine thing.
Doesn't take long for me to run into one of those brats that I'm supposed to help though. It really wasn't that hard to notice, not when she was dressed like a luchador lass. It's a real ourie aesthetic, geez. I'm surprised you could even walk around in that thing with so little shame. People'll judge you for that thing, I guess like I am right now, and if you're not a lucky enough bugger, that image gets stuck with you for the rest of your life.
They're superficial like that.
Still, she looks like she needs somebody to talk to. Brats shouldn't be trying to hide around a corner on Family Day.
"Are you okay?" I ask, walking up to her. A teacher has to look out for these kids.</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
Diamond - Chatting up strangers
For a short while, a thought of turning Gren into a pile of scrap clawed at Diamond's mind. Woah, where the heck did that come from? She thought as she shook her head to rid herself of it.
Diamond's eyebrow shot up in surprise at what the stranger said. Family? She doesn't look a year older than I am. No way she has a kid 17 years old! Or, 15, if you count gun nuts Ozpin likes, the ex-thief analyzed, on the off-hand supplying, and thus probably has nothing of value to be taken, other than a mortgage claim against her.
"Well, one never knows. Mission might just take me where you live." she winked, "So, are you someone's big sis? You don't look the part if you came here for, you know, 'parents' day," she inquired, not quite able to cover all of the venom that came with that word, " unless you aged like a really fine whisky, in which case - kudos." she complimented.
Looking at the woman's face for a few moments, she tried to match it to the students she knew. Nope, I got nothing.</s>
<|message|>Geni 'Leo' Hung
@Silvan Haven@Ayazi
Geni gave Beryl a quick nod of acknowledgment before stepping past Gratia to get to his bunk. "Much obliged." he sighed as he sunk into the plush mattress he claimed as his own.
For a moment, he regarded Gratia and Beryl with an air of curiosity. From what he would gather, the Vignoble team was more of a fraternity than a diversified hunter team. He was acutely aware of the lack of testosterone in the room. Something he was sure wouldn't change anytime soon.
"So I'm the only guy?."</s>
<|message|>Beryl Harken
@Ayazi@LokiLeo789
Beacon Academy-Vignoble Dorm
Beryl Harken
"Yeah." Came the friendly reply. "We used to have Napoli but he got called back home on some family business."
She paused as a thought a occurred to her. The otter Faunus' face brightening with a smile.
"Why don't you leave the unpacking till later? We were all going to meet up at a cafe with some friends. Come with us, it will give you a chance to get acquainted."</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK
Winky faces are beneath you, babe.
Lauren got a raised eyebrow for that one, directed over her shoulder, though Ben couldn't keep the grin off his face. He'd kept from outright laughing. Barely. Her reaction had been even more exaggerated than he'd expected. Good news, though, was she didn't seem pissed anymore. Thank God for small miracles. Still she was pretty wound up over her Dad already being in their dorm.
If he was anything like her, he could guess why. She'd accumulated a decent amount of loot and if anyone was gonna know where she stashed it, it'd be her Dad.
Well, and someone who lived with her.
So when he stepped into the room after her, raising his eyebrow a little further at her greeting, he steered well clear of the space behind the door. If it were Lauren, he's expect an ambush. Once he'd taken a few steps into the room he leaned over, as casually as possible, to take a look under Lauren's bed.
If it were me, I'd go right for the stash.</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Bianca Nuit Heiress Extraordinaire
Sinatra
"Oh I get it. If I was holding your parachute and you jumped off of Beacon. It'd be like a trust fall and training at once, right? I would fly up, strap you in and you'd pull the chord? How cute."
Well I suppose he's onto me.
I'm not some random kitchen wench.
I stand out in a crowd.
I'm not sure I could ever win Jericho back from this.
Okay, I'm sorry. I can't do it. This boy was so wrapped around my finger I don't even think he knows it.
"Oh Jer, it's all proportional. Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I'm not in touch with people." I said taking a sip of my nice coffee. Shooing away the girl who had approached us with my eyes. I may not have it all there, but the one thing I do have is the ability to make men obey. Jericho was different, sure. But that just required a… Different approach. Seduction lead down the path of Jer thinking you were going to murder him. Fair enough. I get that vibe from most of the James Bond films I watch too. Quantum of Solace especially, that one's my favourite.
Then playing dumb makes Jericho want to kill himself. Also fair enough. Dumb and Dumber was a mediocre movie.
That's all.
So the third approach was simply yet to be found. I suppose I could try flattery, but I don't see that working. Maybe… Simple genuine affection?
Surely that couldn't be it right?
"Oh by the way, Jericho." I said changing my tone to that of a fairly normal one. Lacking my usual coos and fluxuations. Instead I was just… Calm.
"When we last spoke on the cruise ship, you never mentioned a family. I'd love to hear about your own." I said calmly taking another sip of my emulating an expression I often found in daytime T.V. and Gratia. One of normalcy, perhaps light interest in the given subject. I did not bounce, nor did I blush or grin. I simply listened.
Perhaps this is what Jericho wanted in a woman. One who, instead of being filled to the brim with life and love, was maybe only filled half way. There was no JEEEEEEEEEER's. Instead, there was simply Bianca Nuit. I suppose this could become patented.
My Estelle Mode©.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Datura Platinum - Silver Hair, Gray Heart
"Well, it's a little complicated." Datura smiled wolfishly at the wink. "I am, according to the law, responsible for a girl here in a way that a parent would be, but I hardly act the part. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don't even have a decade on her." As she spoke, she closed the distance between her and the taller student until she was at about arm's length. At this point, she was fairly certain that a bit of toxin had escaped her lungs into the air, only slightly intentionally. "Ah, should I...?" She tilted her head up, gazing intensely into a pair of blue eyes. Almost too blue, actually. Interesting. This one could be something, certainly more than her old teammates.
Ignoring the familiar twang in her chest and venomous fizz somewhere deep in her lungs, Datura asked the question now plaguing her thoughts: "How strong do you think you are? You see, I worry that this 'daughter' of mine may not be up to Beacon's cut." Of course, that was only half of the reason she wanted to know.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
The red-haired huntress nodded. It wasn't really hard seeing that Lauren was a bright person.
Lauren's mother treasured Lauren. And it was something Sangue would have expected from the parent of a good and cheerful person who treasured people.
The first time Sangue met Lauren, she never thought they would get along. Almost everything about them were different, from their personalities and hobbies. But Lauren approached her with open arms and let Sangue inch towards her, getting to know of what kind of person she was. Even now she continues to learn things of her team member- her friend.
It also wasn't hard to see that her family loved her very much. It wasn't a sight she got to see every day, but perhaps it was something she wouldn't mind seeing any time.
Especially with how her father just swooped right in and got straight to the point. She bowed politely at Lauren's father.
Sangue remained silent as she stared at him.
Sinatra@Krayzikk@Kaithas</s>
<|message|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this)
@Plank Sinatra @Ayazi @Silvan Haven @Write @LokiLeo789 @Crimmy
The Cafe - Skye
It slowly dawned on her that she was interrupting Luke. Repeatedly. The poor guy was trying to respond during the long pauses she left open, but she was so stuck in her own head trying to figure out what to say and how to say it she had cut him off maybe three times. She had been doing that a lot to the staff at the hospital and the representatives from Beacon as well. Luke looked a little annoyed and she cringed inwardly, unable to blame him.
"I'm sorry. I've just gotten so unused to being around people and-" Don't make excuses, she thought, interrupting herself this time. "I'm sorry. I never meant to upset you. If I could retrace my path back to the hospital... I'm usually very good at reading the land and remembering where I've been. But the city... so many people. I..." Excuses again, already?
She looked at the people immediately surrounding Luke. His friends, possibly even family. He had come here to enjoy himself with people he knew, not waste his time on a stranger. He had said it was a pleasure to meet her but he was probably just being polite. She bowed her head and sighed, hoping he could just point her in the right direction. The faster she could be on her way the sooner he could get back to spending time with his friends. And the tempting treats the cafe had to offer. The tempting, heavenly smelling, undoubtedly delectable baked goods...
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Annabelle Valentine - Roaming free without a leash
@Crimmy @Sho Minazuki @HereComesTheSnow @abillioncats
Fishnet. It was all about fishnet today. Fishnet and leather. A small black haired girl, wearing little more than the aforementioned fishnet and leather, literally bounced and skipped through the streets. She wore a small miniskirt and tubetop but these hardly even qualified as clothing; her boots, wrist bands, and choker covered more skin. Her ensemble earned her more than a few looks, but even the negative attention only seemed to encourage her. Not that she needed much encouragement to act like a hyperactive, undisciplined juvenile fascinated with everything in sight. That came naturally.
Annabelle Valentine was especially excited today, though. For today, or more accurately tomorrow, a detail she was quick to gloss over, she was a student of Beacon. She was going to train to be a Huntress and, she expected, the best Huntress there ever was. Sure, there were a lot of people ahead of her but she was confident she would catch up and even surpass them soon enough. After all, how many came to this school with years of training already behind them? Probably quite a few, she decided on second thought. Beacon didn't exactly take in anyone off the streets that wanted to enroll. Surely not. So, OK, she probably wasn't unique in that regard buuuut her training was the best money could buy, and learning from a very young age had to count for something. Even here. Then again she was still pretty young, a fact her mother loved to remind her about, usually concerning certain habits.
Annabelle realized she had stopped in the middle of the walkway, inadvertently blocking another girl's way. The girl was giving Anna a look like she had a second or third head. "Oh. Have I been thinking out loud this whole time? How long have I been standing here?"
"Long enough for me to consider calling whatever hospital you escaped from to come pick you up."
Anna paused, blank faced for a moment, before bursting into laughter. "You're too funny, I like you!" She grabbed the other girl by the shoulders, kissed her on the cheek, and then promptly began to walk away from her stunned victim. "Ciao!"
"Now then. What or who or where to do..." she muttered to herself, weaving through the crowd. Her answer came quickly in the form of delicious smelling food and a mix of cute and handsome boys preparing said food. I love this place! She skipped her way up to the food stalls all smiles and walked down the line sampling everything with her eyes. The food looked good, too. Seniors, surely. Well, maybe not her. Cute outfit, short dark hair, small chest. Yep. Had to be their female mascot. Still, making friendly with the upperclassmen would be a fine start, miss Valentine. Thank you, I thought so as well. She giggled at her own nonsense and then noticed another customer, a young faunus girl she almost bumped right into. Annabelle shamelessly looked the girl up and down, taking in her adorable ears and tail and obliviously missing the extensive bandages. So cuuuute! I wish I could be a faunus! Except for all the racist crap I'd have to put up with. Catching the tail end of what the girl was saying Annabelle swooped in on the situation, putting her arm around the cat faunus as if they were great friends. She winked and smiled at the one she was talking to. "You heard her, this girl needs her tuna. All the tuna. And I do mean all of it."
Annabelle was distracted briefly by another older boy, one that apparently was friends with the cooks here. And someone that smelled faintly of hard liquor, a scent she could catch even amidst the aromas of the food so nearby. She found herself wondering if that was the scent of whiskey, and what quality this guy preferred. She could always just ask. But first things first. Her new friend needed her tuna.</s>
<|message|>Shuai Taidan (帥 太丹)
@Onarax@Abillioncats@Sho Minazuki@HereComesTheSnow@Ryonara
Shuai Taidan - Food Cart
The arrival of Sterling brought a dazzling smile out of Shuai Taidan, his pretty face lighting up as he whipped around to meet his fellow (and once-thought-gone) senior Hunter-in-training. He'd been worried for how the taller man had been faring ever since he'd returned from KNVS' own mission, especially after hearing about how disastrous things had gotten and the dissolution of SSEL in the aftermath, but he hadn't been able to go check up on the other senior team, not when the resident Mr. Metal Man had gone and disappeared himself. Even a guy as amazing as himself wasn't able to find Sterling like that!
"Sterling!" he said happily in a break of character, placing the previous customer's order down on the counter. "I thought you'd gone hikkomori on us! Welcome back!"
He strolled over and embraced Sterling in a hug, but his nose wrinkled up slightly soon after.
"You're reeking, bro," complained the shorter young man as he pulled away, looking up to meet Sterling's face. "We need to get you to a shower. But anyway, business is pretty slow - one our customers even ran away!"
There was a note of lamentation in his tone, one reflected by the drooping of his cowlick, but that immediately disappeared on the arrival of a new customer and the leader of his team.
"Kibro, who do you think we are?" said the prettyboy extraordinaire of KNVS with a huff, flicking his hair to the side. "We're not going to get out customers killed! Now-"
His attentions shifted once more to the newcomers.
"How do you want your tuna, senoritas?" he asked, falling back into the role of a waiter.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet and Family - Various Corridors
"Soot, can I ask you something?" As much as the absence of a certain purple-eyed girl was beginning to concern Sepia, it had provided her with a chance to talk privately with her father. Whenever she called him at their home, Datura was almost always lurking somewhere nearby if not front and center by his request. While the brunette did value his attempts to facilitate friendly communication between the two most important people in his life, she was missing having a private outlet for her feelings and questions.
He smiled with just a hint of sadness behind it. "Of course." Sepia had a feeling he knew where this was going.
She shifted uncomfortably for a moment before finally blurting out, "Were you afraid to tell me? About the baby, I mean." Silence hung in the air for a few moments as she worried her lower lip. Did she really want to know any of the possible answers?
Her father sighed and closed his eyes before replying, "The situation is delicate. Aside from the long list of physical complications, we weren't sure if you might feel that you were being abandoned again." Huh? They'd never left her, not-oh. He wasn't talking about himself and Datura.
"Hey. You two had nothing to do with that." She put a hand on his shoulder, hoping to reassure him. "If anything, you've been the most constant person in my life. Hell, according to you, you took me straight from the midwife's arms. Pretty good for a teenager." She let out a small giggle.
He smiled. "Watch your language."
---
Things were getting serious. Preparing to defend herself should the need arise sooner than expected, Datura gave a quick once-over to the bracers wrapping around her forearms and lower legs. If last night's assessment of the telescoping function was still accurate, she should be fine in the kind of combat this student seemed ready to engage in.
"Of course. Now, do you wish to proceed to the gym, or would you rather start getting "calmed down" right now?" She allowed just a hint of arrogance to slip in at the end. Hopefully, this girl would surprise her with her decision.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
@Suku@Awesomoman64
Robert gave an awkward laugh as Trad approached the group, joking about how he had brushed off the rest of the team late last night and all morning. He felt far from comfortable knowing he had been so rude to the people that were supposed to be his friends. Well Grane was more of a battle buddy to rely on in a fight than someone to go hang out with around Vale, though Sand and Trad were still people he enjoyed spending time with. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was just... dealing with stuff. I don't want to really get into it now and risk returning to my sour mood, but for now... Well I'm back to feeling like me again," he replied.
Turning to Llyr as he asked for an introduction to Trad, the redhead student replied back in his best announcer voice, "Actually, I'm his hypeman. Trad over here is my team's resident tank. Wielding his weapons Gram and Sfa- Snai- Sva- his shield, Mr. Oak is capable of becoming the greatest immovable object Remnant has ever seen and it isn't because of all of those bags of chips and cigarettes. No, because my steadfast teammate here can use his semblance to root himself to the ground, becoming absolutely invincible with the only draw back being the inability to move. Should this warden of Beacon ever enter the ring, you'd be a fool to not put your money on Trad Oak!" After finishing his long winded introduction, Robert flashed the shieldbearer a smile and a thumbs up.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
@Lucius Cypher@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN
Armory
Emerald made a cute pose as Anna took her picture as she listened to Anna's questions, suggestions, and nonsense. They really were a lot alike, Anna was just more mature and talented! She's so cool!
Emerald shook her head, she could be in awe of Anna later, they had to get back to business! "I figured that my scroll could handle the more complex stuff...if I use the voice command already in my scroll I don't have to worry about the goggles having as much tech stuffed in them if my scroll is doing most of the work..." Emerald's eyes widened. "...you think I'd look cute in glasses? I mean, I do want them to be durable but...how cute are we talking?"
Emerald's train of thought was interrupted by the awful noises provided by Gren's tinkering. Well, it wasn't actually that awful, but Emerald had far better hearing than most due to her cat ears. For some reason though the noises were bothering Anna a lot more, that was kind of weird. "I'm not sure where the earplugs are, I typically use earmuffs cause those actually fit my ears..sorta..."
That reminded her of the headset that was given to her by those soldiers from the...mission. Oh...that's right, most of them died...
She bit her lip and looked down at the assembled parts she'd removed from Gren's helmet, she started playing with one to look busy. Don't think about it...don't think about it...it's fine...you're fine...
"Ah!" Emerald let out a noise as she realized she'd been playing with a circuit a little too roughly, it was now cracked. "Damn it! Stupid piece of crap!" She chucked it to the ground far below her, she didn't need cheap shit in her goggles anyway... Wait a sec, why is the floor way down there?
It was then that Emerald realized she was floating roughly two feet off the ground above everyone else.
"Wow...this is new." Emerald wasn't sure what was happening, was this her semblance? She'd never been able to just float in the air like this. "Oh my god..." She tried moving, she found it was a simple thing to do, she started to circle around the room, dodging heads and whatnot as she did.
"Holy shit I can fly!"
She giggled and flew around Anna and the others a few times. "You guys should try this sometime it's great!" Emerald wasn't satisfied with just that though, she flew around some of the other students in the armory as well.
"Sup Gratia...Krysanthe...Vega...lion boy who I don't know...bai!" Before they could get a word in she'd flown off to pester another group of people. @LokiLeo789@Eklispe, @Crimmy, @Ayazi
She flew just above the heads of the otter girl and the hot dude next to her. She didn't really have much of a clue who they were so she figured now was a good time to introduce herself. "How's the weather down there? No, you're not dreaming, catgirls have mastered the power of flight, the future is now!" She smiled.
Sinatra@Silvan Haven</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Haven @Abillioncats
So that's how it's gonna be.
Not dreaming.
He wasn't dreaming. Even a well-loved phrase of his like 'God damn it' wouldn't cut this.
God has damned this whole land.
Not that Jer Piper was surprised to see a catgirl flying. This was an unfortunate constant in his life, like someone tripping over the same stair, or always hitting the same pothole on a relaxing Sunday drive. But normally there was an order to this sort of thing. The kind of serenity that came with a pattern.
* (a.) Be Jer; look up at the ceiling.
* (b.) A catgirl is flying between your head and the ceiling.
* (c.[a.]) Because Bright has noticed this catgirl trying to linger in Speer's room,
* (c.[b.]) and launched her into the mesosphere.
* (d.) Problem resolution.
This broke that godly pattern.
And what does a devil do, but the jobs that God has not the stomach for?
Just as his hand was leaving the desk and straying to his chest, a tail thwacked it casually. Beryl Harken was smiling.
The two guns in his chest holster went untouched.
God has damned this whole class.
"Atlas is the future," Jer reported dispassionately. "There we have catgirls there that can make puns, leap skyscrapers, hunt crime, and still make it back before curfew. Levitation is cool, too, though. To the second graders."</s>
<|message|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this)
Annabelle Valentine
Armory
That's a good idea, having the scroll itself take most of the workload. It would let us fit a lot more features into the visor itself. If she does choose to go with the smaller model it will take some time to get parts that good ordered and shipped. Hmm, Ozzie's gone quiet. Either he's getting fully into his work now or... No, I'm sure he's just busy at this point. Lots to get excited about.
"No spare blades, Grenster. I only brought the essentials from home and haven't done any major shopping yet. Aren't there some generic bladed weapons over there?" Ah! And earmuffs, perfect!
She stood up to go fetch the much desired ear protection but a sudden outburst made her jump. "E-Emmie, what-?" Hold on. How is she suddenly so much taller than me? Ooooh... Emerald hadn't gotten taller. She was floating! What the hell?! This is insane! Annabelle cheered Emerald on as she began a series of aerial acrobatics throughout the classroom. Briefly she wondered if she should remind Emerald she was wearing a skirt. She picked up her scroll and began to record the event instead.
It would just ruin the mood if I pointed that out now.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - Grimm Studies
To say Sepia woke up feeling unwell would be an understatement. As she came to, her first thought was of just how hot she was. The immense pile of fluffy blankets and pillows that formed a structure almost like a nest on her bed had metamorphosed into an oven at some point during the night and she was starting to feel thoroughly like an overcooked...something. "Something sweaty, anyway." She ran a hand through slightly damp curls, surprised at its slight shakiness. "Huh. I must be really hungry." Ignoring how her head pounded when she sat up, the dog faunus disentangled herself from the suffocating mess that used to be a bed before she twisted and turned in it all night. "I really hope Yue made food. The issue of how I've never so much as touched an oven isn't something I want to go through right now."
Hm. Maybe the other girl could teach her sometime. It would be nice to spend some non-mission time together.
-
By the time she slid into one of the very last vacant seats in Grimm Studies, Sepia was very grateful for the lack of obstacles on her way to class. While she would normally jump at the chance to socialize, today was just not a good day for first impressions. At least her spot was in the back. Maybe if she made herself extra small during class, she wouldn't be called on for anything. "If I get pulled down to fight, I'm definitely going to puke." Nausea had been building up all day, and even someone as admittedly slow as her could figure out why. Everyone here was just so stressed. Between the student body of teen angst and Datura's wacky hormones, Sepia's semblance was starting to get on her nerves for more than just the usual reason."Buck up. It just means that there are people here who need help. It's not their fault that being a teenager is just one crisis after another." She chided herself internally.
The brunette leaned forward and propped her chin on her palm. Her eyelids drooped. Well, one did. The other felt...weird. A chill ran down her spine. "I forgot to put it back." Quickly, she pulled down a section of hair to cover the left side of her face. A class where she would doubtlessly alternate between anxiety and sleepiness. It could be worse, really.</s> |
<|description|>Sepia Russet
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Coyote)
Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.
Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.
Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.
Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.
Color: A light, woody brown.
Emblem:
Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.
Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")
Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris
Music: Endlessly</s>
<|message|>Sand Vespa
Not long after she had taken her seats, the rest of the students began to file into the classroom. Sand gave them curious, cursory glances as they passed by the door until one of them met her eyes and began walking in her direction.
She straightened herself from her slouch as one of the few people she was acquainted with in Beacon approached her. Trad leaned himself against the barbell behind her, looking for all intents and purposes like he had just come from running a marathon.
"Need a spotter?"
After a moment of looking pensively at the weights, Sand shrugged. "Maybe in a minute," she answered seriously to Trad's teasing tone, pausing to take in his disheveled state. He must have seen the question in her eyes, for he quickly produced an explanation.
"A Dioanea," she repeated. She knew of the monster, but had never had a chance to see one in person. Dryly, she added, "That is a Reisen. It's reassuring to know Grimm Studies professors are unreasonable no matter the continent."
She thought she had heard the other students mention the Grimm in passing, and even though the more rational side of her felt a measure of relief that she had been spared from facing a Reisen on her first day of class since transferring, Sand found herself wishing she had not been delayed that morning. An encounter against a giant Grimm would have been a prime opportunity to stretch her limbs and see what was expected of Beacon students in her year. The thought only grew stronger when Trad mentioned how he and Robert had struggled with the beast.
For all the talk of impromptu decapitation Trad seemed no worse for the wear where it counted, but Robert was not around for her to examine. With the redhead's track record in mind, a thought occurred to her. Could it be that he's not here because…
Trad's second question headed her off, and she found herself mildly irritated by the memory of the last few hours. In all honesty, her morning had been a bore and was completely unworthy of discussion.
"Something like that. I don't think I'll be missing any more classes because of it, at least," she assured. Sand waved a hand dismissively, not wanting to bore someone else with the details of her enrollment and continued, her mind coming back to her previous concern. "On the topic of classes, where are the others? Don't tell me Robert managed to land himself in the infirmary again."</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
@Write
"Listen! These cupcakes will give us the energy we need to survive! That's what our good teacher is trying to tell us!"
To disguise her expression, Lauren took a large bite out of the energy she needed to survive, chewing carefully to keep the muscles in her face from betraying her. Her eyes strayed from Amy's sister (Trashy dancing on the table must be a dominant gene.) to the cute grouchy bitch who was staring Cyclops lasers into Stella and coming right for the throat.
"How were you assigned a class?"
Lauren slouched back in her chair, finishing off her cupcake and using her teeth to scrape icing off of her bottom lip. Her eyes were catlike in a way that Emerald's weren't, watching keenly underneath her innocent grin as she watched Estelle fend for herself against the sharks.
God damn, that teacher getup was something on her. That little skirt, those heels, her hair all fuckin' did up...
Lauren grinned wider.
Just who are you trying to impress, P r o f e s s o r?
!!!
There are eyes on my boobs.
Lauren's head rolled over to the left, tilting from one sister to another as she stared at the girl making giant blue moon eyes at her. This could only be Bianca. No wonder she felt something tickling the small of her back. Those fuckin' feathers. Good thing she wasn't a thot like Amy. Talking a hooker out of her kidney was good for a quick cash infusion, in Lauren's experience, but poor little bonne nuit here would wind up having her wings harvested and then made into the mattress that some businessman hired her to keep warm. Good thing she had enough money to avoid that kind of lifestyle.
Man, it must be hard being born rich instead of cool...
She was still being looked at. By both sisters, probably. Lauren decided to opt for the one right next to her and, one eyebrow raising as her grin grew amused, she waved with the fingertips of one hand, crossed over her left arm.
"Hiya?" she asked playfully, the side of her grin Bianca was seated on growing sharper as she bit back a laugh.</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
@FlitterFaux
"You did great," Ben waved his hand a little and followed it with a shake of his head. He braced a hand on top of Joyous Guard and leaned on the shield, giving both of the members of Jumpercables a wide grin. A finger drummed briefly on the shield's surface. "Only worked 'cause you were watching our backs. I'm just glad this worked out alright, I didn't expect to field test it on another Reisen anytime soon. Thought after Friday we'd have been done."
"Luke was there for that," He jerked a thumb towards his Shiroyaman friend. "He's always got my back. Luke, I think you're gonna have a solid team. Skye and Bianca made sure my dumb ass could get close enough to actually use a sword. Gotta be careful, man, or they're gonna join the people that can kick our asses. Have to find out if this Jericho's one of 'em."
Nevertheless, he cast a quick glance over Skye's frame. He hadn't had much time during Grimm Studies, but it was pretty clear that she wasn't doing great. Not in performance, but health. Uniform jacket helped hide it a little, but it really looked like she hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. Made him frown. He made eye contact with Luke a second, wordlessly asking if he'd noticed the same thing. The other hunter'd help, for sure, but for now...
"PE's a lot more individual. Volkov's not psycho like Port." He cast a quick glance around. "Speaking of, I don't see him anywhere. What do you think, Luke, get her started on some cardio? Leave the real muscle building stuff for another day? If Volkov's not here yet I'm not sure he's gonna be, we might as well start."</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
If one were to look at Sangue carefully at that moment, they might have seen her vibrate along with her Scroll.
Silently reaching for her uniform's pocket, she took out her small Scroll. Tapping it carefully with her prosthetic's finger, she read a message sent by Gren. It seemed that he sent it a moment ago.
Her eyes slowly went through the text, making sure that she did not miss anything.
After reading it twice, she quietly put the Scroll down as she began poking at the Scroll's keyboard.
Normally, she would try using a voice-to-text program, but Apophis did recommend typing manually. Considering her previous experience, simple things were just as important to learn as combat.
She was more used to flinging around her previous prosthetic, and even now, she had a habit of doing so. It wasn't a surprise that she took a long time to type something discernible.
After checking her words twice, she poked at the Send button and stuffed her Scroll away.
She then turned to her cupcake.
Picking it up gently with her prosthetic hand, she turned to Lauren, and then at Bianca.
Opening her mouth, she eventually took a bite out of the cupcake, chewing slowly as she turned away from them. She proceeded to simply stare at the professor instead.
It tasted good.
@Plank Sinatra@Lucius Cypher</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
@HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux
This school was as much of a goddamn minefield as Atlas ever was.
Up north, everyone in their year was generally connected by friendship, if not quite relationships for the most part. When you'd grown up through years of repeated hell weeks together, you grew comfortable with people in a way that Jericho couldn't be comfortable with the people here. The fabled boy-girl hoodie swap was as sacred a ritual as Bastion and Atlas had, and it extended to jackets, fleeces, and all other manner of second layers as necessary. Hedy Tritten once returned one of Bright's jackets with a goddamn t-shirt cannon through his bedroom window on the way to class, and Speer used to walk into class wearing enough female hoodies to cushion the bullet Jer constantly wanted to put through his heart. Even the Atlesian expat himself owned one of Princess' jackets, from some time or another when he was visiting the Gault manor one summer.
He had one of Rich's, too. With the white lion fur.
...
It was a birthday present.
From Bekah.
...
They'd been shooting pool down at the sports bar off Van Zandt, and there was a vent that led into Rich's closet in their loft, so Bekah had taken initiative and--
Anyway, Beacon. Minefield. Beryl Harken.
The Mistralian girl had helped out tirelessly with what tuning Jer could get done in ninety minutes. The time flew once they weren't locked in the workshop with Luke, Grat, and the others - when it was just Jer, his two hands, Beryl to hand him tools and ask an occasional question, and Duke Ellington for background noise. It was a good thing Beryl had her eyes on her Scroll now and again, or he might have missed half of this period on top of the class period he pissed away outside of class. For that, and for her assistance, and to try and make up for being grouchy with her, he had faltered for a second to try and thank her genuinely.
She had repaid his gratitude, given in good faith, with a non-consensual hug.
He hadn't wanted a hug.
He only returned it for five seconds. He counted.
And only because she would never get the chance to do it again.
He believed that it was that distraction that had caused him to show up late to PE. Beryl had thrown off his timetable irreparably, and now the professor was going to ream him on his first day of--
...
Which one is the professor?
The various denizens of the gym, all split up into pairs or small groups, looked to be freshman age with a couple of exceptions. There was no commanding presence in the gym like Coach Schultz in Atlas that screamed "it's time for drills." It didn't look like there was an office he could duck into. He might have been in the locker room, but if there were students in there, Jer thought that might be a little too sketchy for even Ozpin to overlook without some questions.
So who the hell is this guy? WHERE the hell...?
Well, there was Luke, at least.
So he was in the right place...
He was talking to a couple other students right now, and Jericho wasn't really in the mood for introductions after having his person assaulted by Beryl Harken's Affection Suplex, but bereft of other options Jer started to advance towards Luke and the other two students he was talking to, Gold Stripes jacket slung over one shoulder, chest holsters visible atop the remaining layer over his torso.
"Hey," he said curtly as a general greeting, though his intense amber eyes had stayed affixed to Luke. "Is this class a free period or something?"</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian sighed as she sat in the classroom her jacket resting on the back of the char as she leaned back and tried to figure what to do if anything it was proof that despite being a physical education type class she wasn't prepared to give more than she needed at the moment. Her role as a sniper meant that sure she had to be patient and right now she should be stretching and the like but right now she just honestly did not feel like it. Call her lazy but she deserved some time to rest in her own opinion which many would say was flawed. Though right now she could care less but with that said time passes and with a final sigh she got up and started doing slow stretches in precise rhythmic motions.</s>
| <|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - PE
"Yes!" Sepia burst out excitedly. "Tell me, what did you guys do in class? Any homework?" She bounced up onto her toes, forgetting for a moment the entire reason she'd missed Grimm Studies. The resulting flash of soreness across her abdomen nearly sucked her breath away. Egh...it's like getting shot all over again. At this point, she must've looked a sight. Still high off of new-people fumes, she was somehow giggling and grimacing at the same time, semi-doubled over to boot.
After she caught her breath and straightened (slowly this time), the girl's introduction finally registered. "Ah-sorry. Nice to meet you, Violet. My name's Si-Sepia Russet." Shoot. Having Datura and Soot around got me back in the habit.</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
"'Scuse me, sorry." Sepia rattled off apologies as she tore her way through the mission hall trying to find her team. A small feeling of panic was rapidly becoming a not-so-small freakout. "What if I don't find them? What if I get left behind?" She stopped short. "What if they die? What if they're already dead?! What if this is all just an illusion?!?!". Dropping dramatically to her knees, she cried out "It's the apocalypse, oh the humanity!"
Wait.
"Oh hi guys." She wagged her tail sheepishly.</s>
<|message|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein
The days leading up to Friday saw Marcus increasingly agitated. Like clockwork he got up at the same early hour every day. What time was not spent on lessons and homework was spent on checks. Gear was counted, disassembled, cleaned and put together again so often Chatsworth stepped in and nearly physically threw Marcus out of the armoury. Subsequently the officer practically buried himself in what maps of and reports about the mission area he could get his hands on. Relaxation became some distant and strange foreign dish to him. By the time the actual mission day rolled around he was still tenser than a chain holding up a struggling Goliath. Rather than listen to the speeches, Marcus went over his equipment list one last time.
Finally the groups were released, and Marcus instantly headed for the hangar. Like every bit of his personal space it was tidy and immaculate.The only dirt in the room was stuck to the treads of the war machine. Even the wrenches gleamed in their ordered rows. Every stowage bin the tank carried was jam-packed with equipment for the coming trip. A steel towcable with a sturdy grappling hook looped around the turret basket that held mountaineering gear. Snowshoes rested on top of a case of demolition charges. Despite preparations for every eventuality up to and including Vale declaring them rogues, Marcus' hands trembled as he clambered aboard and started to flip switches.
This was it.
The engine roared to life behind his tiny coffin of a cockpit, and his world expanded. Armoured shutters popped open and close like blinking, sleepy eyes. Vision widened and deepened as colours known only to faunus were added to his pallette. The winds that caressed his form was picked apart and analysed, three reticles popped into view in response. Roars, whirs and clatters of machines testing their lease on life surrounded Marcus like a warm blanket. Like a bone that popped into place, his worries stopped bothering him. This was indeed it. Fully merged, Marcus/Unsubtle lurched forward and rolled out.
Bring it on world.
He/it parked right in front of the designated meeting point and hailed Diamond and what he/it assumed was their contactperson.
"Someone order a can of whup-ass?" he/it said. Marcus yanked his consciousness back into his body and shook his head. Quickly he popped the hatch and hauled himself up into view. He kind of wanted to apologise instantly for the remark, he had no idea where it had come from. Instead he settled on a brief nod of recognition.</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald had spent the week watching his team leader slowly losing his mind in preparations for the mission. While he had to admit that it would likely be among his greatest challenges to date, he also took comfort in the fact that the mission was rated 'B', a small amount lower than team MODA's first group venture: the Datura they'd killed together. The fact that they'd had four days to prepare was also rather helpful. Especially with Marcus having gone beyond overboard in his ideas for what to set up for them.
After the announcements, Oswald decided to look around the auditorium for a short while. They weren't needed just yet, and the scene that Shiro was making was absolutely hilarious. At least, from the outside. The tiger jumped from one team mate to another, fortunately (for him) not doing the same to Sapphire, which probably saved his life in the process. Walking over to the remaining three as Shiro ran off, he gave the team an appraising nod. "Hell of a kitty you three got there. Remind me to get you all some catnip come Dustmas. You think this is bad? We had a puma kid back at home and....well, someone spiked his drink once. It ended with a broken leg and twenty hours of clean-up duty for everybody. Each."
Chuckling at the memory, he gave them all a nod and looked off at where Shiro ran off. "I'll leave you to take care of him. Let the wind guide you on your way and the sun blind your foes." Taking his leave, Oswald got outside just in time to hear the Unsubtle ask their Schnee contact and Diamond if they'd ordered a can of whup-ass. A laugh shook his body as he offered an armored hand to their contact. "I'll have to apologize for our leader. That tank of his is a bad influence on his personality."</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate
It took a lot to get Abel thoroughly hyped, but of all his moments in Beacon so far, this probably took the title. Sure, the initiation ceremony had been great, but pride didn't quite equate to nerve-firing enthusiasm.
Over the previous days, a routine quickly established itself, but familiarity didn't necessarily breed ease. If anything, the teachers started pushing harder after the first day. Having picked up from their various initial tests the strengths and weaknesses of the students, they professors dug in without hesitation. Goodwitch, for instance, remedied the tenacity with which Abel, -not content with further loss after the first day- fought one-on-one by having him face multiple, smaller opponents at once. Without a tool designed for defending against multiple intelligent opponents at simultaneously, Abel found himself a large, clumsy target, pestering with weak but hard-to-punish strikes whenever he attempted to focus on one person. Finally, on Thursday, the punching bag had turned the tables. By altering his traditional two-handed spear stance into a one-handed lance stance, using the armor on his left arm to block and retaliate. He hadn't decimated the opposition, to be sure, but he'd improved. His comfort zone had always been at range, but if pushing himself to greater heights meant leaving it behind, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
Abel found himself suddenly accosted by Shiro, perched upon the tall boy's broad shoulders like a jockey. "Yeah, I'm excited," he admitted, possessed of a slight smile equal parts embarrassment and affection for his jovial faunus friend. "We're gonna rock that shelter, no doubt about it." Impulsively as he had come, Shiro was off on a vigorous quest to find his equipment. Abel had the luxury of being able to avoid such a trip, though perhaps for the wrong reasons. He was so used to wearing his armor that, whenever formality didn't require him to be in his enormous student uniform, he wore the metal atop his normal clothes in class. Like much else, it was habit, and not going away anytime soon. He returned Oswald's nod when he saw it, believing the motion to be as a gesture of greeting. "Catnip's probably not good for him. Clean-up's rough. Thanks for the well-wishes; I hope your luck is just as good." The Ampere was propped against the wall of the auditorium nearby, and Abel summoned it to his hand with a flick of his semblance. He hadn't seen Sapphire yet, but he didn't need her to take initiative. "See ya at the airships, Gren."
A few minutes later, Abel stood only a few hundred feet away from one of the mammoth vehicles designated to the school for ferrying students. He looked over the edge of the cliff, at the forest that gave way to the buildings and streets of town below. It was a beautiful vista, and it instilled him with the same on-top-of-the-world feeling that permeated him when he stood upon the walls back home.</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
"Come on, what's the holdup? Time is money!" Diamond said, already seated atop of the tank on the warm engine deck behind the turret. She didn't get a good long look at the machine yet, and was not at all amused when she saw it didn't count with crew larger than one. "Hey boss, mind bolting on something to at least hold on to next time? If I knew the ride would be less comfortable than a livestock wagon I'd have ordered a cab. Time for an upgrade!" she pouted, taking care to avoid getting her white coat smeared up with grease.
Dropping the mocking tone, her mind clicked into business mode. "What's the lay of the land and did anyone get a look recently?" she asked, not at all fancying the idea of going in blind, especially if a few convoys already vanished on that route.</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra was grumpy. Her ears were all tingly, but she wasn't really able to scratch where it itched. Marching through the meeting hall she repeatedly flicked her ears to still the itching in her ears. Although distracted by the scratch, she managed to spot her new teammates. Quickly she hurried over to her mates and, at her arrival, she groaned.
"This is soooooo annoying... My ears are freaking itchy! The bedclothes must have some kind of allergen in it..."
To affirm what she just said, her ears flicked again, while she rolled her eyes and sighed.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Ebon just shot a glare at his teammates. Krysanthe arrived and introduced herself as though this was the first time they met. Thinking that she's just forgetful like that, he didn't bother to respond to her. Next came Sepia, or at least she made herself known when she began to wallow in despair for some reason or another. Something about the end times, he quickly ignored her as soon as she dropped to her knees. Skyra was the last to arrive, agitated and late. Ebon just sighed, rubbing his eyes and turning around to walk towards the airships.
"We'll all here now. Let's find out ship and get this over with."
Lifting his heavy shield off the ground Ebon made a beeline towards the airships that were going to take them into the city. He doesn't suspect much trouble, if anything he suspects that his own team was going to make more trouble than finding them. He tensed up at the thought and let out an exasperated sign. He was already starting to feel disappointed.</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort
This was a bad idea. Everything in Oswald's body was screaming at him to run. Rice's behavior, Marcus's plan, everything all pointed towards a very, very bad ending for everybody. He imagined some explosions and screams would follow along. The fact that they'd only seen tracks so far was unsettling. Not even a single Grimm had shown itself.
"Marcus, Diamond's right, this is all screwed up. We should've seen something by now. A Beowulf, literally anything. But it's been silent all the way. I smell an ambush, and not a Grimm one." Looking around, Oswald groaned at the lack of activity. The grass was tall, but only the smallest of Grimm could be hiding down there. Who could be ambushing these convoys?
Only one answer came to mind- the White Fang. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Oswald sighed. Waiting for the enemy to move was always torturous. If they had any advantage, it would be the Unsubtle. Not that that gave him much comfort. They were on a protection mission, not an eradication job. One stray shell would blow half their paycheck to smithereens. He trusted Marcus, but the drivers were another story. Explaining to the Schnee Dust Company that they'd lost the product because their drivers were incompetent at handling combat scenarios would not be a fun job.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krystanthe pondered over the map and the information they were given, it seemed they had a lot of ground to cover and not enough people. Skyra voiced what she had been about to say, but Krystanthe went ahead anyway,"I concur, splitting up would be be dangerous, however it is an awfully lot of ground to cover. I think it best that we break into pairs and investigate from there, that way we can stay safe but still cover a lot of ground. Group 1 will investigate Comshops and The Horn of Plenty. Group 2 will work Red Asphalt and The Land of Walt. We both end at center of Square Garden. Yeah that sounds good, then we just keep doing that until our shift is over. That makes it easiest to cover the most ground but still make sure no one gets lost or anything. Remember if we find any Grim call in, and if we find thugs then we call in and see if we can't catch them while we're at it."
Krystanthe stomped her boots on the ground and clapped, a sound of finalization. "Alright! Who wants to pair up!? If we can't decide then we fall back to rock-paper-scissors!" she said loudly and waited to see how her team would react. That should be everything. Likely Ebon would pipe up with something boring to say. Krystanthe herself would've liked to be paired up with Skyra because she seemed like the funniest but she should put the team first. Although she made a mental groan at the thought of being paired with Ebon, oh well, he couldn't be that much of a poor sport right?
@SevenStormStyle@Ryonara</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Shiro blinked a few times, processing the curious bits of information the bear cub shared with him. "P-porridge has brothers? That are bigger?" Shiro's eyes gleaned over the lizard at the boy's side, a nervous bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. "Exactly just HOW much bigger? And where are they at?" Shiro looked around him, there didn't seem to be very much of a forest for them to reside in. Were they all located within the confines of the Shelter? His ears perked, turning back to the young boy. "The rest of 'you guys'? Y'mean other Faunus like us?" Shiro frowned when the boy mentioned how the 'other Faunus' were here for some illness or disease. As far as Shiro knew, most Faunus were healthier and hardier than Humans. There wasn't any known sickness that he had heard of that specifically afflicted Faunus kind. This worried Shiro some, but when the boy decided to demonstrate one of 'Porridge's' tricks, his eyes widened in awe. Shiro watched with sparkling eyes as the green lizard somehow caused a strawberry plant to suddenly grow, seemingly propagating out of thin air. As the boy and lizard took one of the three berries that had grown, Shiro came closer. Ever so curious, Shiro reached toward the third berry with his gloved hand. Withdrawing his hand, he looked to the boy and decided to ask politely first. "Uh. Do y'mind I try one?" After waiting for the boy's response, Shiro plucked the third berry and popped it into his own mouth. Ears and tail perking, it was indeed a sweet strawberry.
As he munched, he looked around himself once more. How had Porridge caused such a plant to suddenly grow when no other plants found life anywhere on the barren island? He remembered during his classes back at Beacon learning that nearly all living things had Aura, sans the Grimm. But, he thought that Semblances were only reserved for the more sentient life forms, such as Humans and Faunus. He had never heard of everyday creatures having Semblances of their own. Blinking, he remembered his mission, and slipped out his Scroll. He was playing the role of Scout, after all. Might as well relay any curious information to the other teammates. Bringing up his Scroll's camera, he took a quick snapshot of the lizard, the boy, and the now picked-clean strawberry plant. Attaching them to a group message, he relayed his findings.
"From: Kuhaku Shiro
To: Abel Fulgerate; Gren Orchid; Sapphire Rode
Subject: Scout Report #1
Body: I ran into this bear Faunus cub. I didn't catch his name, but his lizard friend is named Porridge. The boy mentioned there are other creatures much larger than his lizard friend present on the island, so take caution.
The boy also mentioned other Faunus being within the Shelter, here for some unknown illness that has afflicted them. This appears to be partly a medical facility, so take caution not to inadvertently attack patients or damage any medical equipment.
On another curious note, the lizard demonstrated the strange ability to cause plants foreign to the island to suddenly appear and grow at a very rapid rate. Attached are three pictures I've taken.
Attachments: Strawberry Plant.img, Porridge Lizard.img, Bear Faunus Cub.img"
Shiro hesitated before sending the message to Sapphire too. He was certain that she probably didn't want to hear anything from him, but to deny his own team leader potentially critical information was unwise. Sighing quietly, he hit the 'Send' button and pocketed his Scroll. Looking up at the cub, Shiro decided to ask "So, is there any way you can help me find a way inside?" He paused and decided to appeal to the younger boy's personality, he would have to lie a little though. "I, uh...I want to pay them a visit and maybe make some new friends!" He nodded as if to affirm the truth of his words, "It sucks that they're all cooped up all the time, so I'm sure a friendly face will help them feel not so sad! Especially if I can be a new friend for them! Maybe I can meet Porridge's brothers, too!" Shiro scratched at his ears, offering a bright and disarming grin.
"Wait.."
Shiro thought for a moment.
"Maybe I shouldn't let on that I'm not from on the island originally. Should I act like I was one of those patients who had gotten better?"
He tried his best to hide his thoughts from reaching his facial expression.
"Y'see, I was here sick for some time too. But, the coats helped me get better! That's why the coats let me out today! I've been here so long though, that I'm afraid some of my other buddies might miss me terribly! I forgot how to get around, since I've been here for so long, y'see? So, could you show me around?"
He grinned again, showing his pearly whites. He wasn't the best liar and Shiro knew it, but he hoped the young cub would buy his lies. His lies weren't concrete, but maybe the cub wouldn't pick up on it.
He forgot one thing to ask.
"Oh, uh. Porridge's brothers. Do they have cool tricks like him? That would be awesome if you could help me see that too!"</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel Kuze - A curious Rabbit
Ciel couldn't but let a smirk cross her face as she watched some guards run by probably to try and contain Mokuren. Than as if on cue a smoke bomb went off causing more panic and the crowd to go haywire it seemed running every which way. "The chaos is certainly plentiful guess its good of a time as any to take a stroll, after all now time like the present." She muttered to herself as she went through the crowd towards the back hallways she tried to sneak around and to her surprise she was doing pretty well. Reaching the back hallway she searched for the supposed back room though so far it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
"Oh, anyone's fine with me." Sepia said excitedly. She was fairly sure that nothing would get her spirits down on her first mission, so it seemed like a good idea to take advantage of that and be easy to get along with. Combined with the fact that any of these people could be potential friends, it would have been hard to choose anyway. "Who do you want to go with, team leader?" she asked Krystanthe. "You're in charge here." A sudden thought seemed to cross her mind. "Shouldn't we try to be tactical as well?"</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
As per usual, Ebon kept to himself the entire way there. Even when they arrived to the police station Ebon said nothing, just listening intently. When it was time to figure out their plan Kess and Skyra made the sensible decision of keeping the group together. While Ebon couldn't say he'd enjoy their company (Not that he dislikes it either), it was the best tactical decision to stay together. He wasn't so enthusiastic about the idea of splitting into partners when Kess mentioned it, but he at least could see the reason why. They did need to cover more ground considering that there's five different areas they need to watch over. But when it looked like it was time to chose partners Ebon quickly made his decision.
"I'll go with Skyra Dawn and patrol the Comshops and the Horn of Plenty. Any objections?"</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren Sabella:Dragon's Den
Mokuren looked over at the building as the shutters locked down, and sighed softly. She couldn't do anything about the man who was as fast in his reflexes as she was, impossibly strong when it came to taking pain, and could heal from getting stabbed in the head. Maybe if it was only the last one, she could postulate something, but right now, she was suffering from a case of lacking information. She would say she hoped they didn't die, but Mokuren didn't even know any of them enough to have such opinions. So, she simply left, probably going to find and eat someone.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Lucas Schwarze--I feel like I've seen this movie before
Door's starting close.
Door's starting to close powerfully!
Crap crap crap crap crap
Bracing himself against the frame and pushing as hard as he could with his entire body, Luke ignored Cian's warning and strained as hard as he could to check this mechanism's advance. Despite having a Hunter-in-training's level of strength available to him, he was only so strong, and he was a small guy (for you) to boot. The door wasn't staying open very long.
"Jack, I can't hold this thing forever! Get out here, man!"
Thank whoever above that was in charge that he'd pulled the thing all the way open first. Imagining this starting up while it was just his fingers in there...
He worked really hard to suppress the shiver that ran up his spine for that.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
After dealing with the fauna patients Gren knew he needed to go help the others. However he was also watching a few of the videos where he spotted a recording of guards moving in and out of an area, not too far away from his position. "That must be the barracks. Hmm... If this much noise going on I need to minimize the likelihood we'll get get swarmed." So instead of chasing after Shiro, Gren took a detour to find those guards. He'll have to eliminate them before they could amass their power and be a pain in the Team's butt. Switching the God Eater into it's Destroyer mode Gren activated his semblance and slide towards the direction of the barracks. Anyone in his way would have been knocked over or gunned down.
Escort Mission
The truck divers murmured with reluctance as they agreed to go off road. While some figured that Marcus could easily blow the quartz out of the way, the resulting explosion could attract more trouble than it was worth. The worse they'd do if they went off roading is disturb some wildlife by going through the tall grass. The truck divers drove around the quarts and through the tall grass, flattening it and sending a bunch of birds out from their cover. It was a large flock, but otherwise mundane.
Rice was sweaty and nervous of course. He tried not to show it and kept the AC on high. It was fairly obvious that Rice was used to riding in better luxury. When Oswald asked his question Rice stammered to a start. "W-w-well of course, if danger arrives, we must make sure the convoys make it safely... As you can see, these trucks, they aren't exactly meant for fighting. Even the drivers are only armed with pistols. We do hope that your team's tank will be more than enough to handle any threat along the way." All in all, Rice had no idea escape to make a run for it. The other drivers had similar sentiments. If they were attacked by say, White Fang, than at least one person would be driving while the other would take out their pistol and try to return fire. But as it stands, they weren't well equipped for anything more than self-defense against a humanoid opponent or a few grimm. Even a pack of beowolves could overcome them if they can't make good use of driving in the truck.
At Marcus's question about the holes in the quartz, one of the truck drivers spoke over the radio. It was a light and feminine voice. "Bug holes. Insects around the savanna likes to make colonies inside the quartz. Supposedly it can retain the heat and allow them to survive the winters or something. I can't imagine how one of those things falling over on their own though. When they get too big they just break apart, not collapse like that." There was a tense air when she spoke out, as if she was speaking the thoughts of everyone driving. Someone or something knocked that quartz over, and they don't know where it is or where it's at. Many of them rested their hands near their pistols as if it was suppose to help them.
Despite the initial mishap it seemed like the trip to the mines went by uneventfully. However something was wrong. "Hold up... I see smoke."
In the distance a many columns of smoke were rising from the location of the camp. While the truck drivers could not see it, others may notice the trucks from before tossed over and turned into crude fortifications. They hulls were riddled with slashes and bullet holes. There was no sight of anyone, human or faunas. Not even Grimm. And suddenly as the caravan got closer, their radios stopped working. Instead they would only hear an all too familiar buzz whenever they turned it on.
Patrol Mission
The anchor girl twitched at Ebon's and Skyra's attitudes. Ebon turned to walk away, but suddenly he'd find the crook of an anchor in front of his neck. Skyra would find the tip of an anchor in front of hers, and the thuggish girl glaring at Skyra. "You think you punks can just get away with bad mouthing, just cause you're from Beacon? News flash, bitch: You earn respect here on the streets, and I don't respect you." By now the merchants have cleared the streets. The only people here were Ebon, Skyra, and the gang of delinquent girls. However they seemed content to watch for now and let the Anchor Girl fight her own battles, not that the others didn't have their weapons in hand. One, the mouse faunas, had two hooked rods. The blond girl had a spear. The human girl dressed in all black had a trident. The blue haired girl had rings in her hand, but there was a strange pink mist floating around her. The woman with gradient hair just smiled with her hands in her pockets. Finally, the anchor girl spoke up. "Now, apologize for being a dumbass, and I won't have to show you some goddamn discipline."
Mean while at the Red Asphalt district, the trio of cat-haired boys were excited to manage to pick up Krystanthe and Sephia. The leader of the bunch pointed towards a shop not too far away. "Nice. I have a family who owns a shop just across the street. It'll me my treat ladies." Making sure that traffic would stain the road with their blood and gore, the cat-hair boys led the two huntress to a tea shop. It was reminiscent of an asian style cafe, but with one notable themes: A lot of cats and little berry sized piglets. They seemed to be able to live peacefully with one another, though a few of the cats seem to be chasing the piglets. An old man appeared from the kitchen washing a bowl, surprised to see the boys and the two huntresses. "Ah, son, I thought you and your friends were going to go play? You're not in trouble are you?" The old man chuckled as he returned to the kitchen, donned an apon, and returned to the others. "Well, welcome to the Cat Nap! It's my little tea shop and animal shelter. Feel free to find yourself a seat, I'm sure my son will take good care of you. If will go and make you some tea and be back shortly." As he walked away the old man chuckled to himself and whispered under his breath. "I can't believe my own boy could catch two lovely huntresses. Maybe he's not as hopeless as I thought he'd be..."
The leader of the gang simply dismissed his old man and showed Sephia and Krystanthe a table. Despite the amount of cats running about, the place was free of dandy and hair. The piglets where to thank for that; with little towels they scrubbed every surface of the cafe, picking up hair and dirt to be thrown away. Picking out a private both with a view of the streets the three boys sat together. The leader of the group started off the conversation. "So, what do young beauties like you do in a place like the Red Asphalt district? You don't look like racers."</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> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
EDITED BECAUSE WOOPS A THING HAPPENED</s>
<|message|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein
Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort (This post will be revised tomorrow as it is the start of a collab work)
"Diamond? When did- never mind." Marcus responded quickly. With the jammer still on his vision was reduced to two pinholes and a couple of slits. He simply missed her get close enough.
"I didn't see you. I, uhm-" he trailed off as Diamond already went ahead by herself. Sun damn it if she just let him explain! Where was Oswald then, was he nearby too? Also what to do about the out of control fire? It spread merrily in the few seconds that Marcus' attention was elsewhere. Fuckshit how was he supposed to know that the bugs wanted the fire to spread? He should have let rip with HE instead. No, before that, he should have checked his targets first before attacking. Sun damn it all to hell the collumn the team encountered on the way here should have been a much bigger warning sign. This just wasn't fair, a simple mission like this should have been easier. He should have had better intelligence and an enemy not seemingly designed to perfectly counter his single biggest strength. It was not fair. It was not fair at all. Out through a vsion slit Marcus barely managed to catch the tail end of Oswald doing something to the flames up in front.
""Oswald what is- I dont'-" he managed to utter. Then he heard what his teammate said. For a brief moment Marcus wanted to protest. What was MODA up to?
Then he realised that it was not Oswald, or Diamon, or Aurellius that was the problem. Words died in Marcus' throat. Combat stress, he realised in a flash. An emergency brake kicked in and his train of thought screeched to a halt.
Stop thinking about what went wrong and what could have gone differently and what was unfair.
Think actions.
What did he know, what did have, what did he want?
Every electric device susceptible to EM radiation was down. He had a teammember right next to his treads.
"Aurellius, get up here and stay up here. You are to be the eyes in the back of my head. If a fly so much as farts in my general direction I want to know about it. Hostiles that leap on here without permission I want killed with extreme prejudice."
"But that's boring! How am I supposed to get any action now? Is this seriously just because of some dead chumps?" the suit clad boy protested. Marcus ignored him.
Okay next up stopped truck, anything that could be salvaged? A quick check through a high powered scope revealed far too much about anatomy than Marcus would ever want to know. The drivers were most definitively dead. As for the dust it contained-
Marcus spun the Unsubtle around to present his strongest armour to the explosion.
"EVERYONE DOWN!"
What happened next was gloriously violent. The sheer power it contained was something Marcus would love to harness one day. However, now he had more pressing concerns to deal with. The second truck was merely flipped but the drivers probably lived. His suspension actually creaked as Marcus shifted into gear and rolled forward.
"Better than I was a minute ago." he replied curtly to Diamond's inquiry if everyone was still in one piece. His mind went back to the problems at hand. Truck one was still on the run headed for Vale. A quick inventory check left Marcus with no way to get Rice's truck back, not with that radio jammer still up. No matter, they could save the second truck in it's entirety.
As Marcus drove he considered Diamond's proposal, thinking out loud.
"Hmm. Drive shaft is busted, right side wheels out of alignment. Towing yes, to Vale no. Drivers will need medical help, the mining site is in friendly hands and three minutes away to Vale's twenty seven. Also has intel. Current status of truck Two means I can either tow Two or give chase to One, not both. No one in the team is fast enough to catch up to One otherwise. Lastly contract specified trucks needed to get to the mine, not Vale. Dependent on what intel we can get in five minutes we either chase after One or stay with the miners. Possibly wreck that jammer, kill the one in control of the bugs, or simply keep the miners alive for evac. Those people need help just as badly as our drivers. Possibly more so." he rattled off as the thoughts passed through his mind. He spun the tank around in a nearly casual loop to make it easy to hook up the tow cables to the stricken transport.
"Oswald, status on the drivers? The medical kit is in the left side of the rearmost bustle rack. I'll keep watch." Marcus called out. The tanker had his eyes on the plains around them, alert for any more surprises that might be sprung on the team. If this was over he'd eat his own tank with a bucket of mayonnaise.</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate
Following touchdown at Beacon, the SASG predictably split apart. The other three, more estrogen-enriched members of Fallow's team arrived to assist him in keeping the various faunus from the Shelter both secure and comfortable until the Vale authorities could arrive at the clifftop academy, and that left little to no official business in the hands of the four freshmen hunters who'd completed the mission. Shiro stayed back to look after his gear, Gren did his own thing after a few words with the team leader, and Abel accompanied Sapphire to the infirmary. Helping her when she'd let him, he walked at the somber girl's side, listening to the ragged state of her breathing even now, thirty minutes after the fingers of Dr. Pops had left her throat for good. Though the mission had been finished on Fallow's airship, he'd been unable to relax aboard the airborne vehicle, and only now were his excitement and adrenaline finally leaving him. By the time that the two members of Swansong arrived at the school's medical bay, Abel felt almost like slumping into a bed himself.
The revelation that the infirmary currently hosted other tenants, however, helped to dissuade him. To his surprise -as he'd expected that his team was the first to return- he found the entirety of team RPGD in a single, spacious room, one unlike the smaller, single-occupant chamber where Sapphire had lodged the night of the naming ceremony. Abel recognized Robert instantly, and knew the other three by appearance if not by exact name. The green-cloaked one, now cloak-deprived, lay in a bed on the road to recovery, though more than a few miles awaited him before he reached that destination. Daniel, fiery-looking as ever, reclined in a bed nearby, though it was more difficult to tell if he was seriously wounded or just resting uncomfortably—perhaps even he didn't know. Robert and Priscilla stood nearby, and though it seemed to the guardian that something was wrong with the latter, he couldn't quite place it. The pink-haired girl simply seemed...withdrawn, as if something was keeping her from maintaining her usual, perky presence. Abel waved a greeting to Robert when the sound of his footsteps garnered the bespectacled boy's attention, but thenafter focused his attention on getting Sapphire to a bed of her own. In a couple of moments a nurse would be by to determine the exact extent of the girl's injuries, and start plotting a course to remedy them.
Abel approached the members of team Rampaged. "Hey. You all seem pretty roughed up." He glanced at Priscilla. "Specially her....I think? Is she alright?" After the response, most of which he spent looked at Sapphire to make sure she was in good shape, he asked, "How'd your job go? Ours was weird. I think we encountered a moral dilemma. Not fun. Though we did find this horrible, wonderful ferret thing."</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - "Dei Tour" (Fuck it, I'll use your shitty pun Fiordilatte)
A fucking joke book. A fucking. Joke. Book.
"Daddy didn't give you ten thousand lien of pocket money for a new pillow, Fiordilatte?" she shot back, dropping her slice of pizza back down on the plate to prevent it from being blown away by the sudden gust of wind. "Was your Grimm fur, silver-lined one ruined when you decided to wank off to it?"
Priceless piece of art her arse. It was probably fucking terrible like every other creative piece the cheese-eater shat out on a weekly basis, like that one painting he sold for a hundred because it was supposedly 'abstract'. It had been a goddamned crap-tier drawing of a dairy cow on a skewer. Maybe it'd entertain Nuit for a bit though. Her teammate liked to do all that weird shit. It wasn't really her thing though, but if Gratia's Faunus compatriot wanted to give feathers to the creepy shithead, then it wasn't her problem.
She picked up her pizza again and bit into it, chewing away at the pastry and cheesy toppings. Her mind had already wandered away from her "compatriot" and his attempts at aggravation. Right now, what was important was dealing with the logistical matters of their arrival here at Beacon Academy: when the tour was complete, they would have to suffix their luggage in whatever housing was assigned (the young huntress remembered that it was boarding situation here).
As well as room arrangements.
But that would be something she could discuss with the others later. For now, ignoring her need to mock her "teammate" any further, Gratia quietly ate at her food, seemingly unfrazzled despite the fact that the wind had been blowing her long hair from side to side.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Ebon gave his signature sigh as the anchor girl was pulled out from getting wasted. Calling his R-Types back into The Kingdom Ebon turned towards the leader of the group of girls. "Hmph. Keep your dog on a leash. C'mon. This is a waste of our time." Briefly Ebon did consider questioning these girls about the attacks recently but decided against it. As crass as they seemed, it was fairly obvious to him that they wouldn't need pipes or chains to break into the stores if they had anchors to swing around. And he doubt this random street gang would know or care anything about it. And they still needed to investigate the Horn of Plenty since it doesn't seem like the ComShops had any clues to the attacks. Without another word Ebon left and headed towards the Horn of Plenty district.</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area
A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more.
Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying.
Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn.
Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons.
"I need a hobby."
Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it.
Or something to play video games on.
"Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas."
Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities.
"Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him."
In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!"
Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
"Was planning to eat that while we watch. Tell you what, you win I pay up another one, you lose you pay up this one." Diamond shrugged, jsut as the guy she was betting on said a horrible one liner. "Come on! Trap card? Who plays that crap!" She complaiend out loud as she summoned a shadow knife and sliced the bag of chips open, offering some to the company.
A second later Diamond gave up on trying to ignore her kitten issue. The gods just wouldn't let it rest. Oh well, might as well do some more recon. "'Morning!" the thug waved at her teammate before she noticed the kitten didn't quite bother changing out of her pajamas, "Or... not quite, I see. How's the head?" she chuckled.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
"Tough bastard..." Ebon thought when Gren seemed largely unphased about getting rammed in the face. He didn't even seem dazed as he was still lucid enough to start pulling Ebon around by his shield. He fought against him at first knowing that Gren intended to throw Ebon into his R-Types or just use him as a shield. It wouldn't work as Ebon would just make the R-Types hold their fire. But thinking on his feet Ebon decided to let Gren pull him to the side. He only did this after putting up a bit of a fight so Ebon would have the momentum to counter Gren.
When Gren pulled Ebon in the path of his R-Types Ebon landed with both his feet braced onto the floor, and than he put both his hands onto the handles of The Kingdom, and pressed his shoulder for extra leverage. Before the R-types flew by Ebon used a combination of his raw strength and his semblance, Mind of Matter, to lift his shield into the air above him along with Gren. Ebon might not be as strong as Gren when it comes to raw strength, but he was strong enough to lift him into the air if he's using his telekinesis to ease the burden.
"Eat this!" As Ebon held Gren above his head, Squad 1 and 2 converged to attack Gren while he was still stick to The Kingdom. Squad 1 unleashed a rain of laser bullets against Gren, splitting off before they crashed into him. And at this point Squad 2 was starting to dive down at Gren and unleashed their fully charged Wave Cannon. It was a solid beam of energy went strait towards Gren, with enough force and power to cause an explosion. Three of them, one from each of Squad 2 R-Type firing their Wave Cannon. Good thing Ebon was underneath his shield, because this is going to hurt.</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Having solved her dilema about Cheese, and gathered a bag full of wrapped Cheese for her new friend Skyra, she returned to the Gym, only to find it was devoid of the Cat faunus she had met earlier. Plus, she seemed rather worried that she smelled back, which implied good hygine, so she must have taken a shower after working out, which would have dulled her scent down so Mokuren could not track her by it. It only then occured to her that suddenly leaving without an explanation could be seen as a bad omen, so the Skyra Girl might be feeling rather upset. Still, if that was the case, then Mokuren had to find her, if only to apologise before leaving again. She didn't want to push - as little as she knew, Mokuren was positive that pushing led to problems - but she also didn't want to leave anything on such a low note. But, the only person she, being a nutjob, could think of knowing where Skyra would be was Ozpin. Because he was smart, and knew everything.
So, without further thought, not that there was much thought to begin with, Mokuren set off in the direction of Ozpin's office, not really caring about what obsticles she might find in the way, but determined to get over them. Skyrea was the first one who didn't seem entirely on edge with Mokuren, and she didn't want to ruin that with a misunderstanding. The whole 'having a friend' thing might even be fun, in the long run.</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Beacon Academy grounds.
Exhaling every second time his left foot hit the ground, Oswald reveled in the sensation of the air hitting his face and pushing his short hair about. As he ran, he was exerting significantly more effort than the average runner would, being weighted down by about fifty pounds of training gear. Several students turned their heads to watch the muscular black-haired huntsman-in-training run by wearing what appeared to be a large, poofy sweater and oddly tight sweat pants.
While he would admit that he looked downright silly in his gear, the results were ones nobody could argue with. Oswald's physique could be compared to an Ursa's, really. While he wasn't as large, he was of similar proportions to the ursine Grimm.
Once his run was finished, Oswald showered and prepared himself for the day, heading to the cafeteria to eat a large breakfast, as befit him.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Gren Orchid VS. Ebon Umbranox
THE WHEEL OF FATE IS TURNING
REBEL 1
ACTION!
"Geh, just how much can you take!?" Ebon grunted out as he was suddenly getting lifted into the air. His R-Types moved in to intercept, but all they could really try to do is shoot Gren down. And he was flying too erratically for the Wave Cannons to make contact so all they really did was blow a hole into the ceiling. Ebon knew that Gren intended to crush him between his body and the ceiling, and with his death grip on The Kingdom, Ebon couldn't really fight back. He felt his body slam against the ceiling and was certain something might have been broken. But he wasn't out of the fight yet. With Gren pushing him against the ceiling Ebon could still get his R-Types to converge on Gren and shoot him full of holes. This time Squad 1 and 2 switched roles, with Squad 2 peppering Gren with laser bullets while Squad 1 charged their Wave Cannons.
Gren was taking chop damage from the R-Types. He suspects that their small-arms fire only made up a total of 5% of the damage to his aura, with some of it coming from his rocket jump, and the rest of it from getting hit by the Wave Cannon. One thing was for certain, if Gren couldn't go on the defensive than he needed to avoid those Wave Cannons at all cost. Sure most of the damage came from the fact that he was unable to effectively protect himself from the attack, but regardless it was strong enough to leave a dent in his Aura. Feeling Ebon's body crunch against the ceiling Gren wasn't finished. "Time to bring you down to earth!"
Seeing a few R-Types incoming Gren stopped shooting The God Eater just long enough to aim it at the ceiling. Then he fired again, propelling him strait towards the ground. He still carried Ebon's shield in his hand and this time, he aimed Ebon towards the ground to crush him between the floor and Gren.
The R-types couldn't get a clear shot at Gren, not without wasting power trying to intercept him. It was a dangerous game of chicken as they tried to get in front of Gren as he descended, but with Ebon in front of him the best they could do is try to trail after him. Ebon wasn't sure if he could survive the next landing, knowing that he was as good as dead if he let Gren land on him. The R-Types were doing their damnest to get a clear shot at Gren, but with only seconds to spare Ebon just wasn't sure what to do. Then he had an idea.
He let go of The Kingdom and went into a free fall. Squad 1 moved in to intercept Ebon, allowing him to balance his feet and hands on the miniature ships. They had to avoid Gren's gunfire, but it was better than getting flatten.
Gren landed in a huge crater, but noticed that his opponent was no longer underneath him. For a moment he feared that he turned Ebon into paste. Only, he looked up and saw him flying above him using his R-Types. This earned a smile from Gren. "Still got your heads in the clouds eh? No problem. I'll send you flying!" Slamming the God Eater onto his back Gren took to the air once again, dodging and weaving between the bullet hell to get into melee range of Ebon. Without his shield Gren could easily deal with him in a close-range brawl, so long as he take into account Ebon's R-Types. Checking his aura levels, Gren was now down to 40%. Another 20% or so and he'll be down to read.
Gren was flying towards Ebon, but he knew better than to let Gren get close. As long as he didn't get behind Gren either Ebon could just let his R-Types take him out. Admittedly however Ebon wasn't quite use to flying like this. Or at all for that matter. What he was doing was completely improvised and he had to put a lot of concentration to make sure each of his R-Types were distributing his weight equally while also holding on for dear life. One thing Ebon was certain though: Was fast as Gren was his mobility was horrible. Strait paths with some curves were all he could do considering that his gatling gun was his means of proportion. Like fighting a bull only needed to worry about getting out of the way before impact.
Giving one of Squad 1 R-Types to Squad 2 Ebon carefully moved himself out of Gren's path the best he could. He had Squad 2, the R-Types not currently trying to carry Ebon, carefully tail Gren. Since the machine was being used to propell Gren through the air being behind him risked getting shot up. Eventually Ebon knew that the only way the R-Types would get a clean shot at Gren would be if they intercepted him from the front. Like some twisted form of jousting, Squad 2 had to maneuver themselves to fly towards Gren as he was charging towards Ebon, occasionally unleashing a Wave Cannon in Gren's face.
Gren himself made full use of his new found speed and did not hesitate to land on the ceiling, floor, or walls to redirect his path. not only that but when he did land he would root himself to the spot using his semblance and fire a slavvo of bullets and rockets at Ebon. As the bullets flew faster they were the only ones that actually were shot in his direction. For the rockets Gren used Proximity explosives rather than impact. This way they didn't need to hit Ebon for them to blow up. And Gren was constantly moving, shooting bullets or rockets from each position for a few seconds before flying off to another location to attack Ebon.
Without his shield Ebon was having a hard time defending himself, as he couldn't move fast enough with his R-Types to avoid Gren's assault. Ebon was going to try to use range tactics against Gren but when his opponent did the same Ebon was in a pinch. Without The Kingdom Ebon's defenses were severely cut. So he had to go get it. Between the attacks Ebon moved towards The Kingdom. If he could get to it then he could fend off against any attacks and resume the fight.
But Gren knew what Ebon was going for. As soon as Ebon started taking some hits Gren knew he needed his shield and would try to go for it. So when he saw Ebon make a break for his shield Gren too rocketed towards him. The R-Types were getting quite annoying chipping away his aura with their attacks, and he could hardly make the time to take them out. But all he needed to do was go after Ebon and win this fight. As Ebon got closer Gren got faster, and right before he impacted Gren switched The God Eater into it's Terror form where it roared to life, and brought the weapon down into Ebon.
It always seemed like the biggest decisions were made in seconds. Knowing that Gren was coming in hot Ebon knew that he couldn't run to The Kingdom in time to not get hit by Gren. And at this point Ebon was starting to get worn down. First he got crushed against the ceiling, then he got blasted with rockets and bullets, and not it looked like Gren was going to finish the job with his chainsaw. But Ebon had one more trick up his sleeve, one attack that would either be all for naught or win the fight. His R-Types started to fall to the ground as Ebon focused his Mind of Matter onto the Kingdom and flung it towards Gren, with the same force and resistance as if Ebon was behind the shield himself.
But it was all for naught. Gren landed on the shield boot first. And without the R-types bothering him Gren was bale to walk over the shield and jump onto Ebon. He dig The God Eater into Ebon's shoulder and let it rip, tearing through his aura and armor. He only stopped after he spent five seconds letting The God Eater rip into Ebon's shoulder, before he let it to hover above Ebon's face. "Nice try." The God Eater soon went silent as Gren sheathed it into his back. He extended his hand out for Ebon to take.
Breathing lightly Ebon groaned slightly. His first real fight and he lost. "Well hell." Ebon laid there for a short while before Gren came over to help him up. He got up and looked at his shoulder. Fortunately his Aura protected him from the worst of it but his shirt was pretty messed up. Picking up the Kingdom and bringing his R-Types back into it Ebon was going to turn to leave, but not before tossing Gren his money. Then he started walking back to his dorm to change and rest up.
Gren took his money and checked his Aura. "22%. It's always a clutch huh? Well whatever. Now time to find the W.A.R." Gren gathered his things and walked towards the exit of the Gym.</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate - Dorm
Once Abel's surprise at Shiro's unexpected entry and removal of clothes had worn off, he maintained a level of confusion about the same as Sapphire. All he could offer in response to her question was a bemused shrug. The thought flashed through his mind: without his usual armor on, shrugging proved to be a much more enjoyable feat. He made the resolve, then and there, to try and do it more often when unencumbered. "Don't know. But I doubt he would. Only two places to swim on campus, Port's probably got another Megaladeus in one and the other's a sheer drop off the airdocks."
The wheels in the guardian's head began to turn. Where and why exactly would a cat faunus go swimming? On the edge of his mind, the semblance of an idea took place, but try as he might he could not recall the details. "Must have lost something before traveling recently," he decided at last. "Don't know what though." A dubious glance shot Sapphire's way. "You goin' to Gren's party thing? Also, I had no idea you were in here. Um..." On the off chance she hadn't noticed, he elected to not mention that he'd released a quiet flatus about a chapter back in his book. Hey, he'd thought he was alone. "Your power, I guess."</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms
The ballpoint pen clicked shut with a resounding sense of finality. It paused against the surface of her notebook, almost frozen in the moment. Gratia looked back up, her onyx eyes once again staring at Luke Schwarz' face. She was watching him, studying the twitching of his muscles, her impassive gaze resting upon him for several long seconds.
"That will be the end of this phase of the experiment then," she said, voice still as flat and emotionless as it had been before.
Bringing about positive emotions in other people was far more difficult than its antithesis, and Gratia Mindaro could not care less for expending such effort on such a trivial matter. It was beneath her to bother, and the experiment itself was not so urgent that she would fucking try and cheer or amuse Schwarz just so his hair could do a loop-de-loop that defied common sense. Her results had already lived up to her expectations so far, and any further observations were not necessarily required.
Good science however, would only occur if she followed up on it.
And she refused to do lackluster work.
That meant she would have to continue her observations of Luke Schwarz at a better time, but it wasn't as if the Mistralese girl had anything better to fucking do.</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms
Vega opened the door into her Dorm, when she came upon the sight of Gratia…and then two other individuals, one she did not know of, one of them with a piece of his hair standing upwards. She took a glance at the Otter Faunus, as this was Bianca replacement…respectable but common clothing to Vega tastes. Perhaps this Mistral faunus was a member of the lower class but she knew not to open up with questions and remarks like that only until they reveal who they truly were. Her anger towards Gratia when she upstanded her in an entire class had died down, she was still annoyed by her though but relaxed herself by discarding all thoughts of cheese man and Ms. Gracious upstanding her.
"So what's up" as she said it to everyone in her dorm, with a calm friendly demeanor.</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm
The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily.
Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement.
"..."
The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm)
Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored.
Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still.
Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair.
"S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room."
"Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms
"So am I free to go, or--" he cautiously began, before cutting off as the door opened behind him. This place was certainly getting crowded...
Tilting his head back to look at the stranger, both eyes now uncovered by hair, he examined the arrival. It was yet another girl walking into the room, with brown hair, piercing green eyes, glasses (altogether gave off a pretty cute bookish vibe), and...
Er, well...
He squinted, hoping it to just be the odd angle his head was at messing with his perception, or something similar. No additional effect. Half-turning in the seat and righting his head once more, he found that the transition from position-to-position was ultimately unhelpful in making sense of what exactly he saw.
Green.
She's wearing... something green.
All that aside, though, he still raised a hand in polite greeting, and favoring the woman with a small, friendly smile.
Interrogate me
"Uh, Hi there. I'm Luke, from JCML. Miss Mindaro's got me over to ask me a few questions. I take it you're the only member of Vignobility I haven't met yet?"
Or was she also the subject of study, this time in regards to fashion statements as opposed to hairstyle? Instead of saying this or even allowing it to show upon his features, though, he kept quiet and respectful for the time being. No matter how weird things may have been upon first glance, he didn't even have a fraction of the story behind it.
She could have lost a bet, or something, after all.
That experiment theory couldn't be right, anyways, based solely upon the new arrival's demeanor. She wouldn't be acting quite so casual if that were the case. Right? He wasn't the only one who would be perturbed by the thought of the arctic young woman of VGNB conducting experiments in regards to things such as clothes or hair.
He couldn't be.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Another new arrival in the form of Ebon showed up at the gathering. Was he here for the party or other reasons? Gren wasn't certain. When asked for what was going on Gren gave him the short. "Shiro and some others are going to dive into the lake to find some daggers. Want to help?" Gren wasn't certain if Ebon was the type to care about such things. He seemed to be fairly aloof, almost like Sapphire. He just imagined a funny situation were the two were introduced, simply stating their name, glaring at one another, and then leaving. They'd later be found hanging out in aggressive silence.
His fantasies aside Gren was debating to himself if he should help as well. Without his rebreather Gren had to admit he wouldn't be able to swim for long, and there was also the matter of the fact that he swims with the grace and speed of a scuttled ship. The best he could do really was perhaps help Shiro back up the cliff if he found the daggers, but who knows how long that would take. Gren still needed to host this party. Turning to Ebon Gren clapped his hands together and bowed his head towards the other hunter. "I'd hate to have to ask you this, but could you please help my friends out? I'm afraid that I can't swim, but I want to make sure they're okay! I'll understand if you don't want to take the risk yourselves, but I'll accept your help in whatever form you can provide it." Though not quite begging yet, Gren felt like the only way he could compensate Shiro for not actively helping himself is sending as many people as he can.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
"You moron." Scornfully Ebon walked away with his scroll out. A few seconds later a rocket locker came crashing in and Ebon nonchalantly strapped the Kingdom to his arm. "You idiots and your stupid pride. I don't even need to read your minds to know that your egos are the only problems here." The Kingdom opened up and one Midnight Eye and one Claw R-Type flew out. Together they went over the cliff and down into the water. Ebon just stood on the edge focusing his concentration on his two little ships. If he was closer he could send out even more, but if he had to search the entire lake then two was all he could manage. The Midnight Eye would help him spot the daggers or other dangers while it was the Claw's job to actually get the daggers if he finds them. Ebon quickly noted the other swimmers but ignored them. He wasn't close enough to use his telepathy on them as he was having a hard enough time trying to maintain the link between his R-types. "Aren't you suppose to be at a party? Or is everyone a no show?"</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian Kuze - Firing Range
Cian let out a small sigh as she lifted up the pair of "goggles" she was wearing till it was resting on her head. It was a partially complete project from the armory class and she figured that since all things considered despite how odd they looked it was pretty good in the function. The only problem she had so far was that the lenses glowed and she had no idea on how to fix that part. Still as she slid the goggles over head once more and changed byakko into its sniping mode she layed down on a mat as she breathed out lightly as she took aim at her target once more. It was a pretty odd all things considered since her "target" was nothing more than 8 cans stacked on top of each other but was also impaled on a large branch. Still she let out her breath and lightly muttered "targeting value system on" as she slid a small nob at the side of her goggles to get the needed information as she let out a few more shots to see just how accurate the information she was being fed was. She let out a small smirk though when she heard her bullet hit the bottom most can with a satisfying clink.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Lake
There it was. He finally saw it. Or at least, something that could've been it. Smiling, Shiro swam deeper towards the bottom. As he got closer Shiro's body was suddenly grabbed and tossed violently to the side. Immediately confused and dazed, it took him a moment to realize what it was. There were some strong currents at play that he unfortunately couldn't detect. Frustrated, he tried for a second time to swim towards the glintt. For a second time, another current grabbed him up and whipped him around until he was freed from its grasp. Pouting, he exhaled another bunch of bubbles. Even though he's a strong swimmer, he wasn't about to fight against some force of nature that can easily drown and pancake him. He just wasn't equipped to do that. Genetically or otherwise, he also had to reserve his energy for the climb back up to Beacon. For a moment, Shiro floated there and looked around him for some way he figure out what to do next. The major problem at the moment where these currents that could throw him off course, wasting precious time and energy. If he could find some way to detect where they were, he could avoid them and make his way to the shiny objects he was sure he saw. Inspiration dawning on him, he quickly discovered his answer. Swimming around the lake were other small aquatic lifeforms. One of them being a school of fish. Observing their swim patterns, he figured they knew how to navigate through the currents. Smirking under his rebreather mask, he couldn't believe his genius. Following a school of fish that appeared to be swimming in the same direction he needed to go, he kept his distance so as to not disturb and scare them off. They were his lifeline for right now. If this was botched, he'd be stuck in the middle of a violent lake with no daggers in hand. As he slowly swam behind the school of piscine life, he wondered why such a lake had currents in the first place.
He figured that the lake was just an isolated body of water. That line of thinking had to be wrong, because if that were true then the lake's waters would be calm and still. The peaceful appearance was just a facade, apparently. Looking around, he quickly figured that there must've been some sort of underground river system that the lake was fed by and connected to. That was the only thing he could think of that made any sense. If that was indeed the case, then that worried him. If the lake was connected to some underground rivers, then there was a high possibility that Sapphire's daggers could be long gone. Lost to some cave system that could have spanned miles underground. Shaking his head and refocusing his thoughts, he looked up just in time to see the school of fish riding a lake current away. Looking down, he was pleased to find himself directly above the shining object he saw. Swimming straight down, he was thankful there were no other currents to drag him away.
Within clear eyesight, he saw that the shining object was incorrect. Shining objects being plural was the key. At the lake's bottom, he dug his feet and claws into the lakebed and pulled himself towards the gleaming pile of random junk. Digging through, he found a few things that were quite valuable and interesting. The rest was just scrap. For a brief moment, he wondered if he should pick up the hobby of spelunking. It made him feel like a treasure hunter, and he liked the idea. Who knows, it could be a nice source of income. Though, unreliable. Still, he found that many items he rifled through he could bring back and collect a pretty penny for. None of what he dug out were Sapphire's daggers. Undaunted, Shiro was certain that her daggers had to have ended up here. Pausing his search, Shiro looked up and around at himself. Question was, why did all of this stuff collect here? Furrowing his brows, he figured the currents had to play some part in this. Maybe they churned and coalesced all of the heavy objects here at the lake's center. Shrugging, he contented himself with that answer. Continuing his dig through the twinkling pile, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. Something about this wasn't right but he couldn't pin exactly what. Maybe he was just excited and that nervous energy was getting to him. Didn't help that some people were chasing after him for one reason or an-
Vibrate, vibrate. Flash, flash.
Shiro blinked, freezing.
Looking down at his trousers, they were blinking at him.
Digging through his pockets he pulled out his Scroll to see that he had a message from Gren.
Smiling under his rebreather mask as he read it, he made an "Aha!" head motion.
Clarity bestowed, he began type up a response to Gren thanking him. Following that, he prepared a group message to the students Gren named in his message.
Back turned, Shiro was completely unaware of the nearby cave that fed down from the lake's bed and what potentially lurked within.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
The two R-types dived ahead of Shiro, capable of cutting through the currents better than he could. They were smaller and had way less drag, though the occasional current did batter them around. They reached the lake floor first and began to scan the ground for weapons, specifically daggers. That's when Ebon realized he was missing an important bit of information: He didn't know what Sapphire's daggers looked like. He assumed there would only be one set, but there were many weapons down here. A lot of daggers, some in pairs, others scattered about. Any of these could be the weapons Shiro was looking for.
Back at the surface Ebon also had the displeasure of listening to Gren talk. He was tempted to jump into the lack to stop listening to his drivel. However before he debated if he should take a dive into the lake himself Ebon turned towards Sapphire. It was her daggers he was looking for and he needed to know what they looked like. So letting his R-Types sit at the bottom of the lake for a moment, Ebon switched his concentration from them to Sapphire.
Reading one's thought was easy enough, but digging through memories was more difficult. Ebon needed to have eyesight on the target and focus. If they aren't moving it'll be easier. It looked suspicious for Ebon to be glaring at Sapphire so intently, but fortunately the pig faunas seemed to be distracting her. It took Ebon a few minutes before he was able to get an idea of what Sapphire's daggers looked like: White, can take dust cartridge, and has a pointy crossguard. He thinks he might have seen a few daggers like those so Ebon turned his attention back towards the lake. His previous R-Types were too far away now, so he sent another two instead.
Now knowing what he's looking for Ebon had the Midnight Eye R-Type scan for daggers matching the description of Sapphire's dagger. There were a lot of false leads, things like bleached scrap metal or pieces of glass. There was some broken gun parts that might have been Sapphire's daggers, and every so often he did find an old knife, but none of them looked like what he was looking for. If he had to guess they might have been taken deeper into the lake, so Ebon had his R-Types move towards the deep end.</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Gym + Duel
Krysthane cursed as she spun forward from the power of her kick, barely able to control herself as she landed heavily on the ground. As she landed she saw Emerald began firing from the ground forcing Krysthane to jet to the side. A consecutive series of blasts kept Krysthane quickly moving, barely able to avoid the blasting bullets. Krysthane decided that the only thing to stop Emerald from firing endlessly until she got lucky was to bring the fight to her, so she tapped into her semblance lightening her body to allow her free-er movement. Krysthane's final approach led to her sliding by parallel to Emerald and swiping with her right leg in a sweeping low kick. The main objective was to get Emerald to reposition, then Krysthane could attack again while Emerald was still adjusting.
Just as she had anticipated this was turning out to be an exciting fight. Already she had come within inches of landing a devastating blow, now the challenge was whether she could make it through the haze of bullets and land a solid hit on her opponent. Otherwise the effort of dashing around dodging bullets would eventually drain her. She had to keep on the offensive and throw Emerald off balance, luckily due to her avoidance tactics water was already spread all across the floor, of course Krysthane had no troubles with it but the same likely couldn't be said for Emerald.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane -
Krysthane was doing an excellent job of avoiding Emmy's attacks, and getting the floor all wet and slippery while she was at it. This could prove to be an issue for Emmy. As Krysthane weaved herself closer Emerald had managed to get back on her feet again, for how long who could say?
Krysthane finally made her move, suddenly speeding up and going on the offensive. Emerald had been expecting this, they both knew that Krysthane couldn't keep dodging bullets forever. Krysthane slid parallel to Emmy with a sweeping kick. Krysthane was fast enough that Emerald was forced to take evasive maneuvers. She leaped backwards and directly away from Krysthane, while she was in mid leap she aimed her weapons directly below her, right about where Krysthane was and fired both her weapons simultaneously. The force of the blasts pushed her further backwards. Considering Emmy had just pointed two big shotguns at Krysthane, Emerald hoped she'd caught her in the blast, she was difficult to hit all considering.
She really, really hoped she hit Krysthane, because when she landed on the ground she slipped on a puddle and tripped, landing on her ass. "Ow!"</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Gym + Duel
Krysthane panicked as Emerald brought both her guns to bear at pointblack range. Frantically she pulled up her legs to shield her body and concentrated on reducing the gravity of the bullets so they hit with less force. Still the bullets slammed into her legs heavily and knocked the wind out of her. Krysthane unsteadily regained her ground, her armored boots had saved her from most of the damage but still had still been forced to block some of it with her aura. Deciding to attack quickly Krysthane grounded herself and shot a jet of high pressured water directly at Emerald and once again began chasing after her, this time determined to stick to her opponent. At this rate it seemed Emerald would simply jump away whenever Krsythane got close, she would have to do something to interrupt the cycle, not just hope she got lucky. But what to do...</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane -
Emerald barely had time to get back on her feet before the jet of water struck her chest, again slipping on the water as she tried to stay up. This wasn't working, she was soaking wet along with the floor, and Krysthane was charging at her. It seemed it was time to air dry.
She concentrated, her eyes glowing slightly as a powerful blast of air seemed to shoot out from all around her. It sent the water around her on the floor flying away from her, and unless Krysthane could dodge air it would push her away from Emerald as well, though the best it would really do was delay her from reaching Emerald.
The fight was turning out to be as exciting as Emerald had hoped for, but she was getting tired. As much as she hated to admit it Krysthane was wearing her down, and the air blast had drained Emerald's stamina as well. Krysthane was a melee fighter, and it seemed reasonable to assume if it came to a battle of stamina that Krysthane would beat her. Emmy would be tired out long before Krysthane.
So it had come to this, her last trump card. As soon as Emmy had unleashed her airblast she slammed her weapons together, which immediately began to merge and transform into something else entirely. When it was done Emmy was holding what appeared to be a very large cannon over her shoulder.
She had a rather devious grin on her face as her weapon began to charge. Sure, the attack would drain her aura completely, but she doubted Krysthane would have much aura left after this either. The end of the cannon's barrel began to hum and glow with energy as it began to take in Emerald's aura for fuel.
She wasn't sure how Krysthane would react, she might try to avoid the blast, or try to attack before she fired. Didn't matter, because Emmy confidently pulled the trigger regardless. Either she'd hit Krysthane, or she wouldn't. Considering the size of the blast though, not getting hit by the blast was pretty slim. The gym shook a little as Emerald fired, the cannon aimed in Krysthane's general position. The explosion was loud, bright, and spectacular. Emerald hardly noticed though as she collapsed on the floor, her aura in the red. Power like that had a heavy price after all.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Lakeside
Bandage-wrapped arm shooting out of the waters and grabbing onto land, Shiro dragged his body from the lake and onto firm ground. Despising the odd feeling of gravity being amplified on his body as he surfaced, he pulled the goggles and rebreather mask from his face and set them to his side. Letting himself drip-dry for a moment, Shiro turned and sat to catch his breath. Looking at Perun attached to his left arm, Shiro quietly brooded. Looking back at the lake, he couldn't figure out just how in the world he was going to manage to fight off that amphibious Grimm. It killed him to know he was so close to potentially achieving his goal. If he could somehow force it to surface, Shiro would fare a much better chance. He just wasn't experienced in engaging in underwater combat.
"Water levels freakin' suck, dude..."
Forcefully huffing, Shiro shook himself off.
"Maybe the other guys have a better plan, we'll just have to see."
Pouting, he waited for the others to surface.
If they couldn't manage something today, they may have to come back another time.
Further prolonging the dagger retrieval.
Shiro wasn't pleased with that thought.
, @Guess Who, @Onarax</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - The Lake
Robert floated on his back at the surface of the water, still breathing heavily to catch his breath. His mind was searching for possible ideas to get rid of the Ogdoad as he stared up at the sky above. "You know... that thing... seemed pretty darn... interested... in those... drone... things," he said, taking large gulps of air between each pause. If only... we could... get more... to lead it... to the... surface. We might just... stand a chance... then."
The red-haired boy began paddling over to the edge of the lake and was rising out of the water when he felt like... something was missing. "Gah!" he screamed after looking down to see that, when he had been being tossed around by the currents, he had at some point lost his pants. Stripped down now to nothing but his briefs, Robert frantically looked for the pants to his school uniform. "Why is it so hard to find a pair of pants that fits? Either the length is off or the waist is too big. Even belts seem to just delay the inevitable," he said before diving underneath again.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
"Tch." Ebon got back onto his feet, dusting himself off and looking at the two. "Whatever. Go on and play buddy-buddy all you want. You and I both know this is all just an act." Ebon grabbed The Kingdom and walked away from the scene. He wasn't going to go to any party with someone like Sapphire, and having Gren there wasn't making it seem any more appealing. Though this did make him want to find Sapphire's daggers even more, if only to spite her. So Ebon left the air docks to find a foot path down towards the lake, or at least a series of cliff edges he could hop down and get closer.
Once Ebon was out of sight, he looked back towards the lake. In the distance he could see a couple of heads pop out of the water. The others either found the daggers or were having a hard time finding it. Either way Ebon jumped off the cliff with The Kingdom in his hand. Once he got a good 15 feet or so above the water, he slammed The Kingdom into the side of the cliff, stopping him form falling further. Climbing on top of it he then sent out a few more R-Types, this time four in total. With less of a distance to focus he should be able to use them more effectively, though only in a close group. "Now let's see what's taking so long..."</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay
"So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight.
It's different from choking.
Namely--
A good choke is much more secure.
And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes.
Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray...
"I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily.
"I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane - Patrol Mission
Krysthane giggled a little at seeing Ebon warm up to the kittens, far more so than he had any of them. She would defiantly have to hold that against him later, maybe blackmail him. Then she winced at Skyra's rather... displeased reaction to the place. "Come on Skyra it isn't that bad, we'll only be here for a bit anyway." Krysthane pleaded. At least 3/4 of the team liked the place and so far that was the best result on anything they'd done together, which admittedly wasn't much. She turned at Sepia's question and thought about it briefly, "Yeah, I'm fairly certain there was some sort of graffiti here earlier. I'm sure the boys know about it." she said confidently as she also stepped into the cafe, two little kittens somehow making their way into her golden hair and periodically peeking out.. As soon as they entered she looked around for either the group of boys they had talked to earlier or the store owner.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Patrol Mission
As Team Kiss entered the tea house, it was sparsly populated, aside from the many cats and a few old people drinking their tea in peace. Before Krysthane could find anyone, one of them found her. [b]"Krysthane! Welcome back!"[/color] It was the leader of the gang, though he didn't look as silly as he did before. He was wearing a fairly simple looking waiter's outfit, with the logo of the Cat Nap emblazoned on his breast pocket. Seemed like he was working right now.
The young man went over to Krysthane, quite excited, which riled up the kittens. They all moved towards Krysthane, even the ones playing with Ebon, and began to paw at her legs and tried to play with her. "Long time no see! I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'd understand though, it's been a very hectic around here lately. I see you've brought your friends. Your team from Beacon? What brings you around these parts?"
@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888
Capture The Fort
As our heroes debated their attack strategy, there was a loud noise nearby. It wasn't long before a couple of Beowulfs, twelve in total, arrived looking for the scent of human and faunas flesh. They haven't quite found the team yet, but they were aware they were somewhere around here. They stayed close to one another and made sure to watch each others backs: If one was taken out the entire pack would know. One Beowulf, obviously the alpha considering his size and additional spiky bits, stayed at the front and was getting closer to Team Redingote. A quiet snarled escaped his throat, perhaps communicating to his pack that he had found the hunters.
Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Capture the Fort
As Robert saw the pack of Beowolves exit from the treeline, he quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid detection. Peeking around the side, the red haired boy could see the Alpha Beowulf snarl at a scent it had caught. "Well Grane, looks like you got your wish anyhow," Robert said quietly under his breath.
As the pack got nearer to the tree he had hidden behind, Robert made the decision to climb upward. The likelihood of the team getting out of this without alerting the whole pack was basically nonexistent, but the team leader wasn't sure how prepared the others were for a fight. If he could give them more time to prepare themselves by not giving their position away, maybe they could turn this into a successful ambush. Finally settling on one of the many branches above, Robert transformed his weapons to their blade mode as he kept his eye on the Alpha. If he or someone else was detected he hoped to cut off the pack's leader and send them into disarray, increasing their chances for success exponentially.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Trawl
Shiro blinked, his gold eyes carefully looking over the map that lay in front of him and his team. His ears twitching every now and then as he multi-tasked between listening to what was being said, examining the terrain of the area, and formulating his own thoughts. So far, he agreed with Gren. Official reports never held all the details. Sometimes when you personally interviewed someone, they may come to remember a very small trivial detail that could make a world of difference. That, and Shiro wanted to visit the sites where people supposedly went missing. Even with the passage of time and the ocean eroding away the land, it never hurt to see if his Faunus senses could detect something that the townspeople couldn't. Speaking of which, that brought up a question in Shiro's mind. Or rather a few questions.
Looking up from the map and at Captain McDougall, he frowned slightly.
"Ah, sir? Captain McDougall? Do you know what's the census of Faunus you have within the population? Do you have any Faunus on your police team here?"
Looking at his teammates, he continued.
"What I'm thinking is maybe visiting each site with a partner to see if I can find something that you all can't. Interviewing the locals doesn't seem like a bad idea either."
He made a motion with his hands.
"It wouldn't hurt at all to spend a little time to try and gather a complete informed picture before we make any plans. The last time we tried to do a mission without all the facts...Well..."
He shook his head.
"It doesn't make any sense to me. You all have been living here for some time in relative peace. Why would these Sirens appear now so suddenly and start luring away your people? Grimm are beasts. If they were luring them away to consume them, then why haven't we discovered any remains or things like that? Why would they steal them away instead of picking them off right there with hardly a trail left behind?"
Shiro again looked to each of his teammates.
"It doesn't hurt to have a healthy sense of curiosity."</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane - Patrol Mission
Krysthane smiled cheerily at the enthusiastic welcome. "Of course I hadn't forgotten!" she exclaimed in return as the kittens began clambering over her. She actually hadn't quite recognized the ringleader at first without his cat hair. Krysthane crouched down and played with the kittens a little, bowling them over with gentle sweeps of her hands exposing their fuzzy bellies momentarily as they quickly struggled back to their feet. "Yeah this is the rest of my team from beacon, Ebon, Skyra, and you've already met Sepia." Krysthane said introducing and pointing at her teammates as she named them. "Though actually the reason we're here is pretty much the same as last time. We're on another mission to continue investigating the robot attacks and the petty burglaries that popped up at around the same time. All work and no play right?" Krysthane asked jokingly since because she could see he was currently burdened with work as well before continuing, "Know anything new about it?" She asked hopefully as she stood up, once again scattering the mewling kittens at her feet. If they could get something to work off of here it would be great, otherwise they'd be working from nearly scratch and that was more work</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Sarina Tala Dei – Team JESS - Defending a Caravan
"Got it!"
Sarina kept her distance from the vehicle and with several charged attacks launched a flurry of stellar bolts onto the Deathstalker hitting to distract it for Estelle.
Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Outskirts of the City
"I can still go stealth as long as I don't fire of the triggers in dual wield. If only I could get suppressors on my barrels, I would be more viable to undertake stealthy maneuvers. Either way…I realized we are going dark on this."
Vega thought of strategies to approach the target location. Napoli made a point of keeping quit as possible while Beryl supported the idea of him as backup; she realized she needed Napoli in this as well. Gratia was well, being herself. Vega leaned over in her seat placing her elbow on her knee and face on her chin as the nightly air hit her face. The problem was that they were going in cold. There was no information about the target location. She could not think of strategies until she has seen the building.
"Once I observe the target location, then I will make a plan of entrance."
Vega nodded, walking towards Napoli. "Form Mercutio and Arsene into Scapino," as she turned her head to Beryl, "and give it to Beryl, her night vision will be effective in surveying the target location."
Turning her attention to Beryl, "When we get there, use the sniper to survey the area and tell us what you surrounding the building and what is within the building."</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Ebon was slightly bummed out when the cats left him to crawl around on Krysthane. Putting the mint away Ebon straighten himself up and walked over to Krysthane and the waiter. Apparently this was the guy who flirted with his teammates, though he didn't look as silly as they described him. Though considering that Ebon was wearing mustard yellow jeans and a shirt that literally looks like it's been splattered with various colored condiments, he's not in a position to critique someone's appearance. "And if you don't know anything, tell us someone who would know more."</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla Montgomery
Priscilla
"Damn it. Damn it Damn it. You guys should stay here. I'm going to go down there and try to help the others. she'd nod before walking away but one of the survivors stopped her. They knew that she might get hurt or maybe worse... death. Priscilla didn't care honestly, all she wanted to do was help her friends. They have been there for her ever since the academy, and perhaps they came back here to take her back to the academy? It had to be that reason why they were here. Priscilla turned around, as she walked away from the survivors.. closing the door behind them. She'd walk downstairs, to the battle field.
"I'm coming guys!</s>
<|message|>Lilac Drakon
Lilac Drakon
"Woah," Lilac said as a bolt of lightning slid past her, just missing her as she jumped to the side. "I like it."
She turned around again, facing the wall of Grimm as they lunged. There wasn't time for anyone to shout out a plan before the battle started, and that didn't bother her much. What did bother her was that her opponents were King Taiju, which were likely the worst match up for her. She would be spending more time dodging the second head than actually hitting anything.
"Time to get serious I suppose." She sighed. She could feel her semblance at work, but knew she had to get back into the battle soon or her heart rate would drop again. With that in mind, she charged forward, shouting a battle cry more to pump herself up than intimidate anybody, and launched herself at the nearest snake head. Right before she collided with it's fangs, her left hand shot down and forward, suddenly filling it's mouth with fire and altering her trajectory so she flew over it's head, bringing it down on the middle of it's body. She sliced downward with her right hand, a blade of ice forming with the motion, and cut as deeply as she could into the snake's flesh. She didn't stop to see if she had killed it, figuring that at least she had wounded it for the others to finish it off easily, and turned to the next enemy. She knew it was usually a bad idea to allow yourself to be surrounded by enemies, but with her weapons, she didn't have much choice in the matter, and defending innocents was more important than defending her own life.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane - Patrol Mission
Krysthane called out indignantly, "I would not drive us up a tree! I've done this once or twice before you know." She thought about Skyra's complaint. "Well I suppose if you really want you can walk. I'm taking the car though, you can be like the scout person!" Krysthane said cheerily and thrummed the engine now that Ebon and Sepia were in without giving them a chance to get out and made her way into the road with perhaps a little more speed than was safe and made her way to the mechanic in much the same way, finishing the ride with some beautiful parallel parking.
"See? Told ya it would be fine." She said confidently as she removed the newspaper on the windshield off. She'd hadn't come that close to hitting him so he hadn't needed to throw his newspaper in the air like that, it'd made it even harder to drive. Krsythane lead the way into the autoshop with a surprisingly degree of authority since she had no idea who they were looking for. "Yo, robot mechanic!" Krysthane yelled, hoping that would draw the attention of whoever they were looking for. She mentally reviewed what to ask. The mousers and whatever W.A.R was. Eyz pzy.</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
"Kayyy, so..." Lauren trailed off softly as they all took turns reading different maps of the site. The boxer put her hands in her pockets and laced her thumbs through her closest two belt loops. "Anyone got Priscilla on their Scroll? We could always give her a ring and ask how it looks on her end."
Not that she expected Grimm to be slamming on the door to the Control Center or making funny faces at the surveillance feeds, but some intelligence on whether one way was clear would be pretty crucial to deciding whether it was time to split up the band. Who would they be splitting up with, anyway? By team? That would be kinda dumb. She hadn't seen much of Cian, but from what she could tell JCL didn't have any real heavy hitters right now, and depending on how you mixed and matched their Semblances Bastille had up to three.
Then again, they also had more experience as a team together than Bastille did. Maybe they'd be getting in the way of some super secret group dynamic. She couldn't imagine Jack doing anything but driving a wedge between Sangue and Ben. Would shoving her into JCL momentarily achieve the same effect?
"Captain's orders, Captain."</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Patrol Mission
Once Team Kiss arrived to the mechanic's workshop, one thing they may have noticed as they entered was the quiet. It was fairly early in the morning, so a lull in business wasn't too strange. But for those with sharp eyes, they may have noticed that the sign said "Closed", yet the doors were open. There wasn't a responds from anyone towards Team Kiss. Not an immediate one anyways.
Before they could investigate much further, someone did step out one of the halls. A thuggish looking figure with an automatic rifle, who fired a hail of bullets towards Team Kiss, hoping to have caught them off guard. Shortly after three more showed up, similarly armed, and it looked like the band of hunters had a fight on their hands.
@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888
Capture the Fort
The beowolves were in the process of tearing Robert apart to feast on his innards, but fortunately Trad came to his rescue before he was torn limb from limb. And while the beowolves were slowly losing their numbers, they continued their furious onslaught, some even intelligent enough to call for backup. A distinctive howl pierced the night, and in the distance it was responded by more howls. The remaining beowolves, seven currently, proceeded to attack Trad and Roberts, though Trad's power prevented them from doing much harm. For the first few minutes the monsters did nothing but claw and bite, but as they noticed their attacks failing to do any notable harm, they tried to see if they could push Trad out of the way, or dig into the dirt and reach Robert from below. And for those who weren't deafen by the snarls and growling of the beast near them, there was a thundering herd of footsteps in the distance.
Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64
Sticky Situation
The Nevermore was old, but still as deadly as any youngsters, if not more so. It has fought and came out on top against many hunters in the past, to the point that it has a decent awareness of how they use their weapons and abilities. It also knew that it's current opponent, a flying metal machine, had no means to harm the nevermore. If the metal box could be grabbed, then it can be slammed into the ground. If that did not destroy the box, it will at least kill the hunters inside. At least that's how it usually goes.
Someone fell from the aircraft. The nevermore knew it was a hunter, and they usually fall out in order to save themselves. In the thick forest the Nevermore couldn't hunt them down, but it didn't particularly care. At least, it didn't until it saw something glowing flying towards it. With a great flap of it's wings the nevermore nearly avoided getting it's head impaled on Shuai's spear, and it was mildly surprised that he was able to fly in the skies. Never has the nevermore fought a hunter who could fly. But it was hardly bothered with this. The Nevermore began to fly high, high enough that to the pilot of the aircraft the massive grimm monster was naught but a spec in the sky. Won't be long before the nevermore would bring it's full weight down on the aircraft, and anything else in it's way.
This was the pilot's signal to get the ship down. At the risk of running into other hostiles, it was testing his luck or his skill against the nevermore's dive bombing. And despite it's size, they dropped fast. "We'll be making an emergency landing here folks, I see a clearing up ahead that I'll be able to move into. With any luck your friend in the skies will keep big bird off my tail, and give you all some time to get accustomed to the forest. Thank you for taking Air Beacon, and happy hunting." The pilot spoke with a cool voice as he hovered twenty feet above the ground, opening the bay doors for the rest of Team Canvas to make a landing.
@Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet - Mechanic's
Sepia turned just as the man with the gun stepped into view. Her eyes widened and she whipped around to face her team leader.
"Krys-"
She was cut off by the storm of bullets. One of them found its mark in the edge of her waist and a few others whizzed dangerously close. She flinched. Swinging Orthus off of her back, she spun and pointed one end at the gunman, firing its hook out with enough force to send her skidding on her feet backwards a yard. With any luck, it would take out at least that particular individual and clear a path for her teammates to escape being surrounded. She knew for a fact that Orthus's mechanism was strong enough to break a few ribs.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Ebon didn't think much about the mechanic's shop aside that it was small and cramped. Which was a bad thing when someone came out and started shooting them. The first thing Ebon did was rush in front of Krysthane, who was standing closest to the gunner, and use his massive shield to protect her from the hail of bullets. He saw Sepia take a shot, but from his spot behind The Kingdom Ebon didn't know what was going on. He had two R-Types pop out from the shield and returned fire at the gunner and his allies. Ebon wasn't really trying to hit them, but he was supressing the area by having his R-Types shoot everything in the general direction. He shot up tools, boxes, papers, containers, and anything else near the gunner. Ebon might have even actually hit someone.
As his R-Types were suppressing fire he used another Claw Type to close the distance and give Ebon some intel on what they're up against. He had the Claw Type charge at one of the gunners that Sepia wasn't fighting with, aiming for his shooting hand so that he couldn't get a clear shot at the R-type or the others. "I got a feeling they aren't here for a repair job."</s> |
<|description|>Ebon Umbranox
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.
Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.
Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.
He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.
Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.
Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.
Color: Ebony
Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.
Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Shuai Taidan - Sticky Situation
"Gotcha."
What was a semblance? The obvious, textbook answer to such a question would be the manifestation of one's aura, an unique power that was fuelled by the energies of one's very soul. A perfectly accurate and usable definition, but to simply explain the phenomena in such a ... drab and utilitarian manner ... was quite disappointing, especially when there was far more to it. After all, a semblance was a projection of the soul upon the physical world ... or as Taidan saw it, the imposition of one's identity upon reality.
It was the ability to affirm one's sense of self in a world that cared naught for it.
It was to take everything that made somebody a person and shape it into power.
And through that power, they would tell the world that they exist.
That they are.
Time slowed. He could feel the conduits within him come to life. He could feel the burning of his blood, the cycling of energy through his body, the beating of his heart as his aura flowed, the liquid fire of his soul bringing his semblance, his six divine arms, into action. He could feel it all. The emergence of his identity into the world.
The Santouliubi.
Taidan didn't move a single inch.
He didn't need to.
His ethereal arms, once wisps, echoes of his soul ... they became corporeal.
And they struck.
Two of the aura arms twisted around the attacking talons of the Nevermore, bringing their force to bear against the descent of the flying Grimm and stopping them from striking against Taidan. The hands gripped tightly against clawed feet, stalling the bird's fall and forcing the whiplash back into its body. Another pair of arms instead struck at the wings, each one grabbing harshly at the black limbs to stop them from moving or launching any further waves of deadly feathers.
And the last two moved to pull apart the Nevermore's beak, opening its mouth wide ...
In order for Taidan to spear the Huojian into its mouth and launch a stream of burning hot napalm down its gullet.
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Gratia Mindaro - Zephyr City
"My use of tabletop nomenclature was adequate, Venetia," she replied, shooting a quick glance at her team leader's expression. It was so utterly futile of the noblewoman to hide the annoyance and irritation; the artificially calm face was always there when Venetia found offense in any of their actions. It was too obvious.
And it did not matter to Gratia Mindaro one single bit if her leader knew nothing of the typical bank's closing hours or if the other girl was simply blind.
"I do hope your shitty noblewoman swagger can be toned down, then," said the Mistralese huntress, "because even fucking Fiordilatte over here is better at bullshit than what you've got."</s>
<|message|>Sand Vespa
Sand Vespa – Capture the Fort
It took Sand some time to get back to a watchtower on the outer limits of the fort.
Had she been detected by a large group of Grimm, or seen by the birds perched on the solar arrays, they would have raised enough of a ruckus that she might have needed to fight off a horde of monsters or relocate farther away from her objective. She did not need to make things even more complicated for herself, so she returned using a roundabout route, using the fortifications that dotted the outpost's surroundings for cover.
The small structure she had taken over was one such building. A small pair of towers connected by a mostly collapsed wall that formed a convenient ramp into the two towers. A cannon was set up on what remained of the wall, rusted beyond use. Upon arriving, Sand warily took in her surroundings, waiting and listening for any sign that Grimm had come back while she had been out exploring.
Once she was satisfied that no monsters would jump out at her, she let out a sigh and climbed into the nearest tower.
After being out in the open in Grimm-infested territory, the cool shade and stone walls surrounding her inside the watchtower were an appreciated comfort. The inside was completely empty, and the only features in the walls were large holes one could look out of.
Sand leaned against the tower wall and looked out through one of the openings, much as a guard would have done in this post. Instead of looking for outside threats to the fortress, however, her gaze was fixed on the looming form of Outpost Jeager in the distance.
If she was going to get inside the fortress with minimum hardships, she needed to consider her options.
There were two main entrances that she had seen, leading in and out of the outpost. Large gates that still held strong after all those years. They had likely been closed by the fort's previous inhabitants and the Grimm had not been able to break them down. She had to praise the builders in that regard. Those doors were made to stand up to hordes of monsters, and stand they had. Because of that, she doubted she would be able to pry those doors open herself, never mind doing so without bringing an army of Grimm down on her.
The land walls might have been in various states of disrepair, but they were still solid enough to ward off land bound intruders. With her particular set of skills, she was sure she would be able to climb them if it came to that, but that would leave her completely exposed to the Grimm roosting in the solar array towers. If she alarmed those birds, the other Grimm in the area would probably grow agitated as well.
The coastal wall however, as she had observed earlier, had almost completely collapsed. On her way to the cliff side, she had seen a group of Beowolves march into the complex from a hole in that wall, accessible through a small footpath. In truth, that could be her best way in, but she had no way of knowing what she would find until she went in. For all she knew, the entrance could lead directly to a Beowolf den.
That left the ship entrance, but she was already convinced that place was a Grimm nest. The only difference from the hole in the wall and that was that she would have a better view of what was ahead as she went in. But that did not account for whatever that noise she had heard had been. It gave her a bad feeling. The idea that someone was living in a place like that was unthinkable, so it could not have been a person singing. Perhaps a Grimm had brushed against a machine inside and some recording had started playing. She had no way of knowing unless she investigated. It seemed more and more likely that she would need to. It was simply too suspicious to be left alone.
She examined her options from several angles before concluding she was simply stalling. It seemed more and more likely that things would go wrong at some point or another, and she would have to face the Grimm of Oupost Jeager. Even if she made it in undetected, she lacked much information regarding the fort's interior, how many Grimm were inside, or how long it would take her to find what she needed. Eventually, things were bound to go south on her.
And then what?
This was not the first time field work as a student research assistant in Atlas had sent her to a dangerous place. She could hold her own in a fight. This was, however, the most dangerous place she had been sent to without any backup. If she got into a tight spot, she had no leeway for screw-ups.
And whose fault is that? Sand reprimanded herself. The truth was, her team would have helped her had she asked, but she had chosen against it. This was supposed to be the last mission she took at Atlas, and as such it felt fitting that she do it on her own. A sort of severing act.
Though now that I'm actually here, whatever I was trying to prove escapes me.
Alas, bravery and recklessness came hand in hand. Hunters were expected to overcome adversity, even when said adversity was created by themselves. Particularly then, she thought.
A piercing howl interrupted her musings. Her eyes narrowed on the looming structure as shadows began appearing on the fort's walls, their answering cries echoing throughout the ruins. Moments after the first howl, a faint tremor began to spread under her feet as a horde of Grimm set out towards the forest. Sand retreated from the opening and pressed herself against the wall, her body tensing as foot-stomps and snarling grew nearer, then faded away, over and over with each passing monster.
It did not take long for the main body of Grimm to pass by, the tremor fading with them. Sand let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding, then approached the window once more. The fortress still stood in the distance, as intimidating as ever. Now, however, a large group of its inhabitants had left.
It was almost too good to be true. If she was planning on infiltrating the building, she could not hope for a better opportunity.
Still, she hesitated. There were few things a Grimm would have reacted to in the manner she had just witnessed. She had a hard time picturing Grimm rushing out like that in response to a territorial scuffle with animals.
Grimm exist for the sole purpose of killing us.
People, then. Though whatever someone could be doing this far out into the wilderness she did not know.
Hunters out in a mission, like her? Perhaps. Was it safe to make that assumption? Could she assume whoever was out there could handle what was coming for them?
Can I afford not to? This will be my best chance. If I try to see what caused the commotion and it's nothing, it might might mean completely scrubbing the mission. Hunters are expected to carry out their objectives. Hunters are expected to overcome adversity. Hunters are expected…
The lone figure crept out of the watchtower and paused, staring in the direction of Outpost Jeager. Then turned and followed after the Grimm.</s>
| <|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Without an argument Ebon charged forward, protecting his teamleader until she was close enough to attack. Things got pretty chaotic when a smoke bomb was released, but it was too late for that gunner. One of Ebon's R-Type (Midnight Eye) already had a bead on him, and now he was on his radar. When the smoke started to fill the room Ebon recalled most of his R-Types back into the Kingdom while he kept his guard up. He was able to detect the gunner moving around, trying to get past Ebon's shield. But little did the gunner know, his shield was just a distraction. By the time the smoke cleared enough for the gunner to make the shot, the Kingdom was planted into the ground where it was, but Ebon was nowhere in sight.
"Peekaboo."
Having sneak up on the gunner, Ebon bashed him in the head with a tire iron from one of the tool boxes. And to make sure the gunner couldn't fight back, Ebon had his Claw R-Type, the only one he didn't put back into the Kingdom (Alongside his Midnight Eye), grab the gun out of the gunner's hand at the same time Ebon hit him. And for extra good measure, Ebon hit him again and again, until the gunner stopped trying to fight back. It added a bit of red to his shirt.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</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> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Daniel Day Dalton
Daniel's thoughts were interrupted by someone asking him a question. Daniel turned around and saw Greyson offering him some cards to play. Daniel took them, then said, "I never learned how to play card games. Never had the time for them, and no one ever wanted to teach me. So, I'll probably do terribly on this." Whether or not that was true, Daniel had no idea, but there was only one way to find out. "You can go first," Daniel said while listening in the background for the ferret story.</s>
<|message|>Greyson Ortega
Greyson nodded at him and decided to talk while they played " I used to play a lot of card games by myself when I was younger it was nice sometimes and lonely other times". Greyson said as he looked at his cards and put down some cards "two 4's" Greyson said and waiting to see if Daniel would want to call him on it and say BS. This game was the only game Greyson knew to play with others, most of the time he would play solitaire or 21 by himself. It was nice to have someone to play against even if they were in better shape then Greyson was and would probably leave earlier then him...</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane brightened up, actually this gave her the perfect chance to began questioning. "No sir, we're here for a mission actually. As you probably know a bunch of police officers are down with the flu right now so my team was called in to temporarily assist and keep an eye out. Right now we're attempting to investigate some reports on vandals in the area causing some problems in the area, do you know anything about that? Oh and also, I know it sounds silly but have you had any Grimm sightings in the area recently?" Krysthane inquired, all business now that her playtime was done. Hopefully these knights would have something more concrete to work on, so far it seemed the Grimm sighting were nothing serious.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Laughing heartily as his helmet formed over his head, Gren readied himself as he saw the little space ships fly towards him. "Ere we go!" Ebon sent out his ships at Gren and he knew his Friction Semblance was useless against flying things. He had hoped they were just going to crash into him but instead they started to fly around and pelt him with bullets. Initially he shrugged those off, but three of them started to charge their shots. Gren didn't want to know if he could take those, so he had to act quickly. Obviously going after Ebon would end this fight fast but Gren would still be outgunned and who knows how Ebon fights in melee. But Gren wasn't too afraid; he was certain that his armor and aura could withstand a steady barrage for a little while, and as long as he keeps moving those little ships won't be able to get a full slavvo on him.
Gren decided to try to close the distance and clear the area a bit with a rocket jump. Temporarily switching to the Destruction form Gren fired a rocket at the ground beneath him as he jumped, letting the explosion propel him through the air and hopefully take out a few of those ships. Gren aimed himself towards Ebon, bringing down The God Eater in it's Terror form. However he hasn't yet activated it and left it in it's prowling mode, that is to say Gren didn't activate The God Eater's chainsaw yet.
And while Gren managed to close the distance and clear the area out, he did hurt himself a bit. That explosion would have maimed or killed anyone else who wasn't as sturdy as Gren, and he was still a bit dizzy from the shockwave. He was operating out of instinct, which he at least took the time to hone over the course of his training.</s>
<|message|>Ebon Umbranox
Two of Ebon's R-Types got blown away by the explosion, one from Squad 1 and one from Squad 2. He wasn't too perturbed and considered it a success that the rest managed to get out unscathed. Gren closed the distance startlingly fast for someone his size but Ebon was ready for it. When Gren's weapon hit Ebon's shield he swung it to the side to parry Gren. Then, gripping one of the extra handles behind The Kingdom, Ebon slammed the corner of the shield right at Gren.
Mean while the R-types rallied together to maximize their firing power. Squad 3 split to replace the R-types lost from Squad 1 and 2 and continued to do their original purpose. Squad 1 flew in perpendicular of Ebon to bombard Gren with bullets. Squad 2 was starting to climb high into the air. When they would start to decent, they'd charge their shot so they could dive bomb Gren.</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra returned to the gym main hall. "So where should we..." Her ears flattened to her head and tears welled up in her eyes. Figures... every time I meet somebody who I might befriend they leave... She turned around towards the wall and wiped away every sign of sadness. She couldn't be weak in public. She was a strong member of the Blue Fang, a peaceful Faunus rights group, who had been in conflict with the White Fang since their turn for violence.
She strut through the gym, duly noticing the presence of Ebon and Krys. Anybody who knew Skyra a bit and watched her walk could see her rigid movements which were extremely uncanny for the normally pretty flexible and agile girl. A long stretched out sigh left her mouth as she exited the gym and moved towards her dorm room where she just wanted to read and be alone now.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald
Emerald took a few tentative sips of the beer, it tasted awful, but if it would help with the horrible pounding in her head then it would be worth it. After that she crashed back into her own bed and stared at the ceiling for a solid five minutes.
Eventually her head stopped hurting so much and she started to feel alive again. It was Sunday, and there was a nearly endless amount of things she could decide to do with her time. She hopped off the bed and onto her feet, she wasn't gonna waste it lying around that was for sure.
There was only one thing left to do! She climbed back up onto her bed, stood up, and then started to jump. "Boing! Boing! Boing!" She was bouncing on her bed, she figured it was a great way to get the blood pumping, plus it was pretty fun. She started to use to her semblance with each jump, making her go higher and higher each time. Then her head hit the ceiling and she crashed into the bed. "Owwwww…."
Well that was enough of that, Emmy rubbed her head as she stumbled out of the room and into the hallway, she was still wearing just her tank top and shorts, but she didn't care. It was Sunday, she didn't need to be dressed for school today. She wandered down the halls for a bit until her ears picked up what sounded like fighting, it sounded like it was coming from where the gym was, according to her Scroll. She ran off in that direction to see what all the hubbub was about.
She wasn't disappointed, as she entered the gym the first thing she noticed was Gren and some dude she'd never seen before going all out in some sort of duel. There were also flying robots that were shooting at Gren and by gods was that an explosion?!
Recognizing Diamond by her hat, Emmy ran up beside her to watch the fight. She bounced up and down and cheered. "Woooo! Let's see some more explosions yeah!" This school was awesome.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area
A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more.
Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying.
Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn.
Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons.
"I need a hobby."
Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it.
Or something to play video games on.
"Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas."
Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities.
"Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him."
In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!"
Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</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>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Team MODE Dorm -> Airdocks
His shower finished, Oswald strode into the team's dorm room again, looking between Emerald and Diamond before shrugging. "Don't think I didn't hear that, kitty!" Feigning an angry look at the sheer audacity required to invite yourself along to someone else's plans, Oswald giggled and walked to his bed, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. "Could actually be a decent idea. Make it a....kinda....part of...our team...thing. Seriously, what the hell has Marcus been up to? It feels like he spends all his time with that damned tank. And that's coming from me."
Deciding to ignore his team leader's seemingly perpetual absence, Oswald pulled out a simple brown leather belt and slowly weaved it through his pants' belt loops. It wouldn't do to have his pants fall off, as unlikely as that was. "Well, I'm gonna get on my way to the airdocks, hope you lazy bums are about ready!"</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks
Shiro stood amongst the crowd of students awaiting a bird to take them to the city proper. As he waited, Scoot excitedly ran around him in circles. Curiously sniffing and looking at each student but never ventured too far from Shiro's side. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, Shiro sighed. He was bored. Remembering that in some uncontrollable fit that he had shattered his brand-new Scroll caused him to groan and shake his head. Palming his forehead, he severely regretted having done so. Questioning what could have possibly caused him to do such a stupid thing in the first place or why the thought even crossed his mind. If he had his Scroll, he could easily just plaster his face to its glowing screen to play a mobile game, surf the Internet, listen to music or something other than just standing around waiting in a line. He hated waiting for anything, being terribly impatient.
Ears and tail perking, a new idea struck him. Distracting him from his self-loathing.
"That's what I can do while I'm out! I can get a cheap little music player and some earphones!"
Checking his pockets for his wallet, he opened it to see exactly how much Lien he had. The disheartening reality of it was, he didn't have much.
"Aww, man. I don't think I even have enough for one. Much less be able to put some songs onto it. And custom Faunus-fitted earbuds can get pricey..."
Sighing again, he closed his wallet and pocketed it. Maybe he could ask to borrow some money from Abel or Gren, surely they wouldn't mind as long as he paid them back. Speaking of Gren, maybe it would more prudent to just have his comrade make him a makeshift Scroll or media device. Hell, the two of them could probably work on it together. As Shiro pondered on his financial situation, Scoot's excitement came to a head as the adorable little rodent relegated himself to just sprinting around Shiro in a fervor. Telepathically exclaiming "Fun! Fun!" repeatedly, granting Shiro some odd looks and whispers. Scratching the back of his head, Shiro nervously chuckled.
"H-he's my friend. Don't mind him."
Shiro tried his best to shoot a glare at the ferret. As if to tell the creature to tone it down. It wasn't Shiro's intention to stick out like a sore thumb today, he merely wanted peace. The ferret replied with a momentary pause and head tilt before resuming his activities. Causing Shiro to sigh once again and shake his head.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Beacon
Robert waved goodbye to the helpful school janitor as he walked down the hallway to continue his janitorial duties. The man had used his keys to open Robert's, now unlocked, dorm and allow him to finally change into real clothes and grab his wallet, Scroll, etc. "Ah, feels good to be able blend in with the normal people, again. Now that that fiasco has been taken care of, what to do next?" he said to himself out loud. Looking down at his Scroll to check the time, Robert expression brightened as he said, "Plenty of time to head toward the city and do... whatever other teenagers do. What do kids my age do anyway?"
When Robert finally reached his destination at the docks, he was still lost in thought, obviously counting something on his fingers. "... There's video games but I don't own any system to play them on. I've never been good at sports. Ooh comic books! Or are those only for nerdy teenagers. Ah whatever, it's still a thing some teenagers do," he said as he added another finger to the count on his hand. "Okay, how 'bout-" Robert's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the repetition of a single word in his head: "Fun!" "What is that? It's like... it's playing in my head, but it's not my actually my thought. This is kinda weird, but cool at the same time. Where's it coming from?" Robert looked from student, trying to see if any of them gave a hint to whether they were the culprit for the voice inside his head. Even the oftentimes oblivious Robert could see that everyone was looking at Shiro and Scoot and that it was most likely because one of the two were the culprits.
"Hey there. I'm Robert," he introduced himself to the pair, hand held forward for a handshake. "Wait a minute, tiger-faunus, hyperactive ferret. You're Shiro right?! Abel's teammate!" Robert shouted, finally realizing the identity of the student in front of him. He then reached for the ferret that sat at the fellow student's feet. "And you must be Scoot," he said as he tried to scratch behind the small mammal's ears.</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane grinned happily, it sounded like it was all going to work out. "Okay, I'll see if I can get my team and be there. Sounds like a date." She said and hurriedly made her way to her dorm to gather her teammates mentally rebuking herself. Did she actually just say "Sounds like a date?" To an actual person? For something that was happening in 10 minutes. Gawds that was stupid for a number of reasons. She came to the dorm just in time to see someone leave, looking inside she found that luckily her whole team was there.
"Awesome, guess what we get to doooo?" Krysthane asked excitedly and then contiuned without waiting for an answer, "We get to go bowling with another team!" Upon closer inspection it appeared Sepia had somehow managed to impale herself upon a sewing needle. "How dear however did you do that." Krysthane said worriedly as she hurried over to help carefully attempting to extract the needle from Sepia's nose. "So are you all ready to go?" Krysthane asked looking at her team expectantly, "Cause if so we need to get a move on, we're expected to be airship dock in 10 minutes."</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Vega Venetia and Gratia Mindaro
"Tsk" making a quick glowering expression "I will have you know that sightseeing the entirety of Vale, has been exercise. Besides" with conceit "I'm the one that's most fit out of the entire group."
"Anyway, yes I could use a jacket. Come to think of it" putting her index finger on chin "I could buy a jacket in upper class district!" she said with enthusiasm. "Then we can eat!"
"Suuuure, you stick insect."
Walking around the city was barely exercise in comparison to murdering creatures of darkness on a weekly basis. Though they hadn't really done that for a while; a shame, Gratia was always willing to engage in some pest control against the hordes of Grimm that lurked outside the lights of human civilisation. Hopefully the chance would come sooner or later.
She paused in her walk, turning around to face her teammate, hands pocketed tightly inside the folds of her winter coat.
"That's retarded," stated the Huntress bluntly. "All you'll find will be overpriced shit."
"Hmph."
"It is not retarded. Overpriced but has quality. I saw very nice jacket on sale and nice cafe were we can dine. Besides, I will pay for everything. After all I am Venetian."
"Oh, did you roll a crit on your perception check?
The irreverent comment oozed with barely concealed sarcasm, but her dry and impassive tone changed not one bit. Gratia was not someone who immediately associated "brand-name" with quality. Consistency, sure, but there were a number of other ways to obtain a fantastic wardrobe without resorting to some hoity-toity upper class mall. Her budget could not even afford a pair of gloves from one of those outlets, let alone a full outfit.
Still ...
"Yeah sure why the fuck not," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "You need somebody to tear apart your shitty fashion choices."</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks
Again Shiro frowned, his head tilted as he narrowed his eyes in a slightly disappointed look. When Cobalt took his hand to shake it, the lack of firmness in his grip further deepened Shiro's distrust of the boy. Minus additional points to his first impression of him for a weak handshake. But maybe he was being a bit too harsh in his judgement, at least he seemed cordial enough and returned the boy's smile by also grinning. After a brief silence, the boy apologized for his rude interruption. Shiro smiled and placed Scoot onto his shoulders. Raising both of his hands and shaking his head, he assured Cobalt, "Oh no! It's quite alright, boss. No harm, no foul." The boy then seemed to notice Scoot and took an immediate interest in him. Scoot looked up at the newcomer and sniffed at him, only to curl into a ball and rest on Shiro's shoulders. Completely disinterested in Cobalt, almost boredly so.
Seeing the rodent's blase' reaction to Cobalt, Shiro laughed and scratched at his ears. Before the three of them could say anything more, the next Airship had come in and was making its touchdown. As it landed and its bay doors opened, a group of students filed in. Quickly filling it. Ears perking, Shiro took off to hurriedly get a spot to sit or stand before they would have to wait longer. "You all coming? Don't want to wait for the next ship do you? We can talk on the ride to the city!" He beckoned towards his friends to not linger.</s>
<|message|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt was a little sad that Shiro seemed so distrustful of him, but he understood. He probably gave off a bad vibe, he was a pretty big dude after all. He was even more sad when Scoot seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever. Cobalt perked up though when Shiro invited him to go somewhere with him. He smiled and decided to come with Shiro. "I didn't really have anywhere to go so sure." Cobalt replied as he got on board the airship. He decided to stand as whenever he sat the seat always seemed to he too small for him. Cobalt began to wonder where he was going right now as he had absolutely no plans whatsoever. 'I hope they let me come with them wherever they're going.'</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia slid a thigh-length black, ruffled skirt on over her shorts and pulled them out from under it, pausing to make sure her tail was in order. Maintaining modesty when it came to changing her shirt was far more difficult, but finding a private place seemed ridiculous for such a trivial thing.
After slipping her tank top off underneath a simple button-up white blouse and sliding on a pair of knee-high pink socks, Sepia pulled on a pair of black kitty heels and stood up.
"Ok, ready!" she smiled and tied her hair into a high ponytail with a pink bow.</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane had a moment of panic when Ebon asked her what team that were going with. Considered she hadn't even bothered to get the guys name before leaving. Perhaps a little hasty of here. "You'll find out." she said mysteriously and began leading them to the docks. As they exited the building Krysthane saw the guy waiting for them, "Hey, its me, Krysthane. This is my team, Ebon, Sephia, and Skyra." She explained pointing to each of them in turn. "Um I guess the rest of your team hasn't arrived yet?" Krysthane questioned seeing no one else that seemed to be congregating here in particular.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.
"Uhm, Moku? Are you alright?"
Of course she wouldn't have any idea that this probably might even have been Mokuren's first hug ever. Maybe she just destroyed a precious moment in her life without even noticing.
"Uh... I'm sorry!", Skyra uttered and let go of the shut-down girl.
"I didn't know you were uncomfortable with hugging. Was this your first ever hug? I hug people all the time. Well, the people I like anyways.", Skyra sputtered in quick succession.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops...
Shiro turned his head when Abel made his sudden and rather convenient appearance. "Well, that was fast." Listening for a moment, he then turned away when his friend was finished speaking. His ears drooped and his tail lazily swept the shingles behind him when Abel mentioned returning to the hellacious class period that was Mathematics.
"Awe, but I don't wanna go back.."
A little contradictory as he dreaded being late to class..
But didn't quite care that he was essentially skipping class.
Did it count against your attendance record if you appeared for roll call then dipped out? He didn't know.
Looking back to Gren, he removed his hood when the jolly green giant blotted out the light to protect his eyes from the glaring sun's rays. He smiled and was about to voice his thanks, until the next words that came from Gren's mouth questioned Shiro and his Semblance. His body grew rigid as he froze in place solid, his voice getting caught in his throat for the second time that he could remember for the day.
Blinking, Shiro watched as Gren displayed a hologram of...someone who looked to be himself. But frowning, he tilted his head. He didn't recall that event. In fact, he didn't recall telling Abel or Gren anything about the details of his powers. Had he ever done that? He didn't know. Eyes raising to meet Gren's as he spoke, he again sat in silence. Paying close attention, like a good little boy should. Golden eyes looking at the hologram and then to Gren at alternating intervals. Shiro appreciated Gren's concern for him, he truly did. But it wasn't as if he could help his memory loss. When Gren questioned his memory of who Shiro was and what he could remember he looked away. Lowered eyes scanning the shingles in front of him.
"Remember...about myself?"
Shiro scratched at a shingle as he bit his lips.
"Geez, this feels more like an interrogation than anything.."
He felt extremely nervous. Uneasy. Uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to tell as his ears frantically twitched around, his tail sweeping to and fro restlessly.
He could feel a potential attack coming, but he cleared his throat and fought it back.
"Come on, Shiro. You can do this. Just one thing at a time..."
Shiro sighed and looked up at Gren, repositioning himself so that he addressed Abel as well.
"I don't have a family. My childhood was nothing special, and the past is just that. The past. Behind me. Nothing unique to talk about. There's nothing wrong with me." Shiro crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out a little, as if he pouted. Straight and to the point. "If this is going to be some sort of 'interrogate Shiro' pow wow. Then I won't have any of it." Shiro stood and dusted his rear off. Normally, Shiro would be blabbing away as he suffered from another unofficial disease. Word vomit. Diarrhea of the mouth. Thankfully, something helped him from spilling his heart and guts out. "All I do know is that I'm Kuhaku Shiro. I'm 17 years old and I'm a White Tiger Faunus. Most importantly, I'm a student here at the prestigious Beacon Academy training to become a Hunter. Not just any Hunter too, but a great one. A legendary one." Pointing to Abel and Gren, he continued. "Who you and Abel were in the past doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you're by my side and that you're my friends. You two have my back and I have yours." Adjusting his clothing and his belongings that were slung on his back, Shiro casually turned away from Gren to walk off. "You can't stop me from using my powers and I won't. If your lives were ever in danger and depended on me giving us a bit of an edge, then I won't hesitate to do whatever is necessary. No matter the cost, no matter what happens to me."
His tone then changed. His expression brightened as he grinned at Abel, approaching him. It was painfully obvious what he was trying to do. "So! Enough of that! Abel, spill the deets. What's the sitch? Got any info on what's going on down there with that funky music?" Clearly, he was trying to weasel his way out of another uncomfortable situation. Trying to change the topic of discussion. Trying to run away from the conversation.</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian Kuze
She sat down as she hummed a quiet tune to herself the noise seemed to have stopped and despite that a new one tooks its place. "Chaos seems to spread from one drop much like water water forms ripples" She said quietly to herself as she watched the people. Things was really odd but she supposed it was just another day all things considered. Hopefully though things got back to some form of order soon as she was really getting tired of all the chaos.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - The Halls of Beacon
Robert was definitely disappointed after being told by Ozpin to head back to class, partly because of how boring Math was but mostly because he wanted to help with the "new arrival." That's the kind of person he was, the kind who would put anyone's safety above his own. Nonetheless, he obeyed the orders of his superiors. "Yes, Mr. Ozpin," Robert replied.
One of the other students that Robert had never seen before then began addressing him and the other new guy. "Team leader-? he asked in confusion. Momentarily, the red-haired student turned his back to his new teammates. "He means me. Why am I their team leader when I already lead a team? Unless Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel are truly gone. What does Ozpin know that I don't?" he whispered to himself. Robert didn't expect anything diabolical from Beacon's headmaster, but the fact remained that overnight his team went missing and was replaced the next morning. Ozpin had to have had some kind of evidence that his original team wasn't coming back and, no matter how horrible the truth might be, Robert needed to find out what it was. For now, he needed to act normal, people were in need of his help. Even if it wasn't a dire emergency. Turning back to the two, Robert replied, "Yeah, we should go to Mr. Fullbuster's class. I think there's a vending machine on the way there. Come on."
-=-=-
The leader of the, as of yet, unnamed and incomplete team was lost in thought, mumbling to himself as he sat at his seat. "Did someone take them? And if so, why didn't they take me? Why was I spared? If they're in danger, I would have gladly taken any of their spots if given the choice. Why didn't they- What?" Robert stared, mystified at the strange figure that was Delta's semblance. Strange as it might have been, he saw nothing wrong with being friendly with the small creature, and answered its questions. "Slow down there little... Guy? Girl? Thing? I'm, uh, fine I guess. Yeah, I got some paper Delta could use. What are teammates for, right? Yes, History is next. And, uh, what was the next question? Lunch? Yeah, lunch. Um, I don't know. The Beacon cafeteria usually has a wide range of food. Pizza, burgers, nachos, et cetera. And you want to know more about me, huh? Uhh, where to start? Hmm. Could you be more specific on what you want to know?"</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane reluctantly left the infirmary quickly making her way back to math, she still had that one nasty problem, but at least with the music gone she could focus on it now. To her surprise when she looked at the problem again she found what she was doing wrong and quickly solved it. Krysthane closed her book satisfied... and now bored. She found herself wondering what her next period would be like.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Akward Timing
Since Delta decided to go exploring before class started and the rest of his team didn't seem to be going to Grimm Studies, Robert began the short trek on his own. Even though he had been going to the same class for the last several days, leaving from the Deli instead of the usual exit he took out of the cafeteria seemed to had completely thrown him off. "Where am I now? All these hallways look exactly the same," he said as he quickly began to take in his surroundings. "It certainly doesn't help that this hallway is packed with more students than a can of sardines... If the sardines in that metaphorical, packed can represented the students... Just shut up already and stop correcting your stupid analogy, Robert," Looking to one of the nearby classrooms, he saw the room numbers painted on the front and felt a feeling of familiarity. "Wait, is that the Grimm Studies classroom? I think those are the right numbers," he said as he reached for the door handle.
The first thing he couldn't help notice was that the door just felt... off. "Why's it feel like there's extra weight on the door?" Next he noticed his reflection staring back at him from the blunt side of a sharp knife. "Well that certainly explains it." Robert removed the blade from the door in case someone who wasn't paying as much attention tried to walk inside before looking back up at the only two students inside. "I do not think this is the right classroom." Looking back and forth between the obviously irritated Sapphire and the retreating Shiro, Robert couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. "Am I interrupting something?" He looked at the picture of a pill bottle that Sapphire had pulled up on her Scroll and then asked, "What's with the pills?"</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Am I being Detained? Am I free to go?
"Hee!"
Shiro's ear and tail stood straight up in shock as one of Sapphire's knives once again found their way into the wood of the door frame. For the second time today too, just after lunch. His body easing up slightly, Shiro sighed and looked at the ground. Scratching the back of his head as his tail lazily swept at the air behind his legs. Looking back up and turning around, Shiro looked rather disappointed. "Man, you really know how to start a nice conversation with someone who's supposed to have your back. If this is how you start off every conversation with people you know, I'd hate to see how you greet your enemies." Grinning, Shiro shook his head. "Also, I have a name as do you. I'm Kuhaku Shiro. You're Sapphire Rode. Let's keep it like that, okay? You and I aren't necessarily on friendly terms so I'd appreciate it if you didn't give me 'pet' names."
His eyes lazily gazed at the picture Sapphire brought up on her Scroll. He knew what the picture was, but he was going to continue feigning ignorance. At the very least it would rile Sapphire up to the point where she may just give up on the conversation and leave. Of course, he couldn't keep up his fibs for long. If she was persistent and continued to press the issue, Shiro was too honest to keep up a lie. So, he shrugged when he saw the photo of the pill bottle.
"Okay?"
He made a motion with his hands as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Looks like a picture of some medication. What else do you want to know?"
His day was going okay. Not the best start, but he was still having a good day. For some reason, Sapphire always seemed to dampen his cheerful mood. Honestly, he was tiring of his leader. He had every full intention of speaking to her after school, when they could give each other the undivided attention that their conversation would need. But the way his precious leader approached and addressed everything with such cold hostility was seriously starting to piss him off. She lacked tact.
At the worst possible time, Robert walked into the room. It appeared that the guy had gotten lost and entered the absolutely wrong classroom. As Shiro looked at Robert, his expression started to twist into one of intense anger. Great, how many more people were going to learn that Shiro had to medicate to keep his 'issues' in check? He had half a mind to scare off the guy by blasting him with a roar, but that would only attract more attention. No, instead...
An idea popped into his head.
"Hey, Robert!"
His expression immediately brightened.
"Did you get lost?"
Duh.
"Y'know what, I feel like helping a buddy out. What class do you have? I have a better sense of direction and can get you there just in time!"
He stalked forward and grabbed Robert by the shoulders, spinning him around and back out of the classroom.
"Don't worry about it, I was just having a chit-chat with Sapphire. You weren't interrupting anything! What say we get ourselves to class right quick, huh?"
Shiro just managed to push Robert out of the threshold of the door, a few steps out himself.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Lunch was one big flurry of events, and eventually it came to an end. "Party's afterschool! Take a card or find me, we'll be leaving before sundown." Gren tossed out more business cards for people to pick up before gathering his things to leave for his next class: Armory. He's also been working on something or another there, but he has a bad habit of dropping projects to start on something new. He hasn't yet made a finished product, not even one that could be tested. He just had too many ideas to try out first.
Marching off towards his next class Gren arrived shortly after many other students had, but the teacher did not seem to start class yet. Good for him, he won't be late. In fact, he wanted to get to work on a project. Hopefully this one will be finished today: a portable breathing mask. Although Gren was mostly cybernetic, even he required some basic necessities of life: Food, water, and air. The later two he could go without for much longer then most, but without the ability to breath even he'd be in a bad shape. With this mask, he could breath safely in places such as in toxic air or even underwater. He just needed something something to make a hermetic seal for the filtration system, otherwise it'll be easy to compromise with an errant smack. The thing has to be durable after all.
Thinking about it, Shiro would need this, wouldn't he? He still needed to go get Sapphire's daggers. Considering that he hasn't done so already, Gren could guess that they fell into the ocean. Gren could whip up a few more of these assuming that what he needs to make the hermetic seal isn't too costly. Hopefully Gren could get at least one finished before class ends and give it to Shiro. But he'll need help.
Looking around the class most everyone seemed to be busy with something or another. He looked for someone who didn't seem like they were working on a project or speaking to someone. And there was only one Gren could see: Gratia Mindaro. He knew her name, added her to Shiro's list of contacts, but didn't know the girl personally. Now was better then never. Walking over to the lone huntress with the breathing mask Gren spoke out to her. "Excuse me. Are you busy at the moment?"</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - Empty Classroom ==> Armory
Sapphire closed her eyes in frustration. He knew exactly what it was she wanted to know but he insisted on playing the ignorant fool. She was about to explain in very slow, very simple and very patronizing terms exactly what she wanted him to tell her when someone opened the door, pulling her dagger out of the wood.
It was Robert, not that she'd taken a whole lot of the notice of him. She remembered his name and that his entire team had one day just vanished but she didn't know anything more about him save for the fact that he'd rather look like a fool than hit a girl. It would get him killed one of these days.
She was just about tell him that this was a private matter and he should ask the office where his next class was when Shiro using any excuse to get out of the situation he was currently trapped in offered to assist Robert. They were both out the door before Sapphire could stop them. She didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the hallway but she had to let Shiro know that they weren't done talking about this. She'd bring it up again till he gave her a straight answer. She also needed to get her weapon back, it was still in Robert's hand.
Sapphire weaved through the crowd and snaked up to the pair as they walked away from her. Sapphire laid a hand on Shiro's shoulder. "We're going to have this conversation sooner or later Shiro, if you don't want to talk about it I'll get the information from Ozpin." Then Sapphire turned to Robert. "I'll thank you to return that." She said snatching her dagger from Robert's hand. The handle was covered in his sweat. She was going to have to clear it before using it again. "You might want to work on your sense of timing." With those words Sapphire disappeared into the crowd heading the other way towards armory.
When she got to the class there weren't a lot of seats left available. She was stuck sandwiched between Emerald and Krysanthe. Oswald was only a few seats down which was alright but Sapphire didn't really enjoy being in this close proximity to anyone. Choosing to ignore the sense of danger she was feeling Sapphire pulled out her schematic and started to double check her calculations. If her figures were off the device could let her climb twenty feet up before it gave out and sent her tumbling to the ground. It was better safe than sorry. The schematic was covered with numbers and equations so checking her answers would take some time.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Trying to Help
"I have Grimm Studies next. Wait, wha-" Robert was just able to get out before being suddenly grabbed by Shiro and rushed out of the room. Whatever it was he and Sapphire were talking about, it was obviously something they, or maybe it was just Shiro, didn't want him to know about. Robert's imagination began to get the better of him as he tried to think of the possibilities. Knowing those two's relationship with each other, he very much doubted they were secretly a couple. The dislike for each other seemed way too realistic and in no way appeared an act, not to mention that wouldn't explain the medication Sapphire was showing to him. So what else could it be? Maybe Shiro's been up to something dangerous... or illegal. Maybe Sapphire found out about it and... Nah, Shiro doesn't seem like the kind of person. Then Sapphire caught up to the two of them, made a few comments, and got her knife back. Robert was actually a bit more reassured now because if Ozpin knew about, as Sapphire stated, then it couldn't really be that bad.
As Shiro and Robert reached the door of Grimm Studies thanks to the former's admirable sense of direction, the latter couldn't help but feel the need to tell Shiro something. "Thanks for getting me here, man... Umm, hey, I just want you to know something though... I consider you a good friend, something I've felt to be in a little short supply of. It feels like, whenever I meet someone that I like, something bad always- I'm getting off topic, sorry... What I'm trying to get at is, whatever you were talking about with Sapphire, I'm not going to ask or push for information. It's your business and if you want to keep it that way I understand. As your friend though, I would like to know so I can help. I'm here for ya'. Rain or shine, you say the word and I'll be right by your side ready to fight off whatever it is that's troubling you. Okay? See ya' in Practice, dude." Robert turned toward the door of Professor Port's class and entered the classroom as he gave a wave goodbye toward his buddy. RVGD's leader didn't expect Shiro to tell him the 'big secret', especially right there and then when class was starting soon and the tiger faunas was who knows how far away from his own class, so he would leave and let his words settle.</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Shake It Off
"Oh bloody..." Krysthane let the expletive trail off under her breath. Gawds it was like she wasn't even paying attention. She must've clicked the wrong name on the scroll, stupid super sensitive except when you needed them to be touch screens. Of course even without that she should've remembered the first letter of the team name was the team captain. Bloody.
The classroom had filled up pretty quickly so now even if she wanted to leave to cover her embarrassment that weren't any more seats. She laughed a little at Oswald's comment, "Um, well I guess we still get to sit next to each other, I guess you could call me the team meat-shield as well so at least we have something in common." She said hoping that blushing she could feel in her cheeks would just go away. Though you would think it would be Ebon with that huge shield of his.
When she turned to face forward Krysthane noticed that someone had snuck into the seat next to her, it looked like they were working on some sort of intensive math problem. Did she have a special assignment from math or something? Or was she working on something with her free time. Maybe should ask about it... nah that would probably just be annoying, the girl looked like she was focusing pretty hard.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
"CHA!"
Bounding off the bed and scooping up clothes as though she had octane in her blood, Lauren shot into the bathroom and slammed the door hard behind her. Sixty seconds later, she had opened the bathroom door up again with the underside of one arm, visibly multitasking. She had thrown on a low cut black t-shirt and her signature jacket, both characteristically midriff-baring, and was currently devoting one hand to the button fly of her black pants while her other hand tightened a gilded leather studded belt around her waist. She was hopping, one footed, through the dorm, trying to get her left boot on properly.
For the sake of her balance, she decided to throw herself at the unoccupied foot of the only member of Bastille not currently suffering from chronic pain - Snague Naga's mattress poofed underneath her as she reared back and pulled her boot on with another, even more triumphant "WALLAHI!"
She rolled onto her stomach and rested her head in her hands, elbows on the bed and feet in the air. The newest member of the team reached for her dark, cheekily grinning face and pushed her cocoa hair back into a large, neat wave with her fingers.
"Oh man, I could eat a bull right now, buns or not!" Newly prepared to go out, Lauren reached for her own dwindling supply of pills and swallowed half of one. "Ready when you are, fellow cripples."</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly-Lakebed
Looking back for just a moment, Oswald almost sighed in relief when he saw Shiro deciding to come up to the surface with him. At the moment, it was just the merry band of idiots in the water- Oswald, Napoli Shiro and Robert. Hopefully the redhead would get the memo before he got eaten, or Oswald would have to jump in and pull the guy out himself.
Breaching the surface, Oswald quickly paddled to the edge of the lake and pulled himself out onto relatively dry land, shaking his body like a dog would to get off the excess water. They had to beat this Ogdoad, find Sapphire's daggers, retrieve them, and survive it all. That...would be a bit of a problem. Ogdoads were Riesen-class...he was pretty sure. They definitely weren't your run-of-the-mill cleanup job Grimm, no sir. While it was a shock that such a powerful force of nature was lying in wait below Beacon, Oswald figured that this place couldn't have been perfect. No place was, not even a fortress city.
"Fuck you, world."</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - The Lake
Robert gave a sigh of relief as he saw Oswald get to Shiro first and get him to start moving back up towards the surface. That was when he realized that he had quite literally just breathed out the last of his air. The teen looked up towards the surface which now seemed so far away. There was no way he could make it now, not unless Napoli, Shiro, or Oswald planned on giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. They all seemed like nice guys, but they sure as hell weren't no Wendy Peppercorn. Only one option remained then, hope the Ogdoad's lair had some kind of air pocket not too far in.
So the redhead team leader charged straight at the large Grimm in hopes of maneuvering past it and getting inside it's cave. What'd he have to lose anyway?... Besides his own life of course. The Ogdoad looked like it was glaring at Robert as he got closer and closer. Second thought were beginning to run through his head as the frog-like Grimm began to open its mouth. Right when its tongue darted out though, a sudden current swept Robert out of the way. That first current sent him into another current, then another current, and then another current. He had lost all sense of direction at this point and was beginning to fear that at any moment he'd be sleeping with the fishes, until he suddenly felt a slight absence of pressure. Opening his eyes, Robert found that the underwater currents had swept him back up toward the surface. Breaking through he shouted, "I knew Lady Luck wasn't done torturing me yet!" while gasping for air.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Gym + Duel
Krysthane cursed as she spun forward from the power of her kick, barely able to control herself as she landed heavily on the ground. As she landed she saw Emerald began firing from the ground forcing Krysthane to jet to the side. A consecutive series of blasts kept Krysthane quickly moving, barely able to avoid the blasting bullets. Krysthane decided that the only thing to stop Emerald from firing endlessly until she got lucky was to bring the fight to her, so she tapped into her semblance lightening her body to allow her free-er movement. Krysthane's final approach led to her sliding by parallel to Emerald and swiping with her right leg in a sweeping low kick. The main objective was to get Emerald to reposition, then Krysthane could attack again while Emerald was still adjusting.
Just as she had anticipated this was turning out to be an exciting fight. Already she had come within inches of landing a devastating blow, now the challenge was whether she could make it through the haze of bullets and land a solid hit on her opponent. Otherwise the effort of dashing around dodging bullets would eventually drain her. She had to keep on the offensive and throw Emerald off balance, luckily due to her avoidance tactics water was already spread all across the floor, of course Krysthane had no troubles with it but the same likely couldn't be said for Emerald.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane -
Krysthane was doing an excellent job of avoiding Emmy's attacks, and getting the floor all wet and slippery while she was at it. This could prove to be an issue for Emmy. As Krysthane weaved herself closer Emerald had managed to get back on her feet again, for how long who could say?
Krysthane finally made her move, suddenly speeding up and going on the offensive. Emerald had been expecting this, they both knew that Krysthane couldn't keep dodging bullets forever. Krysthane slid parallel to Emmy with a sweeping kick. Krysthane was fast enough that Emerald was forced to take evasive maneuvers. She leaped backwards and directly away from Krysthane, while she was in mid leap she aimed her weapons directly below her, right about where Krysthane was and fired both her weapons simultaneously. The force of the blasts pushed her further backwards. Considering Emmy had just pointed two big shotguns at Krysthane, Emerald hoped she'd caught her in the blast, she was difficult to hit all considering.
She really, really hoped she hit Krysthane, because when she landed on the ground she slipped on a puddle and tripped, landing on her ass. "Ow!"</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Gym + Duel
Krysthane panicked as Emerald brought both her guns to bear at pointblack range. Frantically she pulled up her legs to shield her body and concentrated on reducing the gravity of the bullets so they hit with less force. Still the bullets slammed into her legs heavily and knocked the wind out of her. Krysthane unsteadily regained her ground, her armored boots had saved her from most of the damage but still had still been forced to block some of it with her aura. Deciding to attack quickly Krysthane grounded herself and shot a jet of high pressured water directly at Emerald and once again began chasing after her, this time determined to stick to her opponent. At this rate it seemed Emerald would simply jump away whenever Krsythane got close, she would have to do something to interrupt the cycle, not just hope she got lucky. But what to do...</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Gym + Duel
Krysthane panicked as Emerald brought both her guns to bear at pointblack range. Frantically she pulled up her legs to shield her body and concentrated on reducing the gravity of the bullets so they hit with less force. Still the bullets slammed into her legs heavily and knocked the wind out of her. Krysthane unsteadily regained her ground, her armored boots had saved her from most of the damage but still had still been forced to block some of it with her aura. Deciding to attack quickly Krysthane grounded herself and shot a jet of high pressured water directly at Emerald and once again began chasing after her, this time determined to stick to her opponent. At this rate it seemed Emerald would simply jump away whenever Krsythane got close, she would have to do something to interrupt the cycle, not just hope she got lucky. But what to do...</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald Felicia - Vs Krysthane -
Emerald barely had time to get back on her feet before the jet of water struck her chest, again slipping on the water as she tried to stay up. This wasn't working, she was soaking wet along with the floor, and Krysthane was charging at her. It seemed it was time to air dry.
She concentrated, her eyes glowing slightly as a powerful blast of air seemed to shoot out from all around her. It sent the water around her on the floor flying away from her, and unless Krysthane could dodge air it would push her away from Emerald as well, though the best it would really do was delay her from reaching Emerald.
The fight was turning out to be as exciting as Emerald had hoped for, but she was getting tired. As much as she hated to admit it Krysthane was wearing her down, and the air blast had drained Emerald's stamina as well. Krysthane was a melee fighter, and it seemed reasonable to assume if it came to a battle of stamina that Krysthane would beat her. Emmy would be tired out long before Krysthane.
So it had come to this, her last trump card. As soon as Emmy had unleashed her airblast she slammed her weapons together, which immediately began to merge and transform into something else entirely. When it was done Emmy was holding what appeared to be a very large cannon over her shoulder.
She had a rather devious grin on her face as her weapon began to charge. Sure, the attack would drain her aura completely, but she doubted Krysthane would have much aura left after this either. The end of the cannon's barrel began to hum and glow with energy as it began to take in Emerald's aura for fuel.
She wasn't sure how Krysthane would react, she might try to avoid the blast, or try to attack before she fired. Didn't matter, because Emmy confidently pulled the trigger regardless. Either she'd hit Krysthane, or she wouldn't. Considering the size of the blast though, not getting hit by the blast was pretty slim. The gym shook a little as Emerald fired, the cannon aimed in Krysthane's general position. The explosion was loud, bright, and spectacular. Emerald hardly noticed though as she collapsed on the floor, her aura in the red. Power like that had a heavy price after all.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Lakeside
Bandage-wrapped arm shooting out of the waters and grabbing onto land, Shiro dragged his body from the lake and onto firm ground. Despising the odd feeling of gravity being amplified on his body as he surfaced, he pulled the goggles and rebreather mask from his face and set them to his side. Letting himself drip-dry for a moment, Shiro turned and sat to catch his breath. Looking at Perun attached to his left arm, Shiro quietly brooded. Looking back at the lake, he couldn't figure out just how in the world he was going to manage to fight off that amphibious Grimm. It killed him to know he was so close to potentially achieving his goal. If he could somehow force it to surface, Shiro would fare a much better chance. He just wasn't experienced in engaging in underwater combat.
"Water levels freakin' suck, dude..."
Forcefully huffing, Shiro shook himself off.
"Maybe the other guys have a better plan, we'll just have to see."
Pouting, he waited for the others to surface.
If they couldn't manage something today, they may have to come back another time.
Further prolonging the dagger retrieval.
Shiro wasn't pleased with that thought.
, @Guess Who, @Onarax</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - The Lake
Robert floated on his back at the surface of the water, still breathing heavily to catch his breath. His mind was searching for possible ideas to get rid of the Ogdoad as he stared up at the sky above. "You know... that thing... seemed pretty darn... interested... in those... drone... things," he said, taking large gulps of air between each pause. If only... we could... get more... to lead it... to the... surface. We might just... stand a chance... then."
The red-haired boy began paddling over to the edge of the lake and was rising out of the water when he felt like... something was missing. "Gah!" he screamed after looking down to see that, when he had been being tossed around by the currents, he had at some point lost his pants. Stripped down now to nothing but his briefs, Robert frantically looked for the pants to his school uniform. "Why is it so hard to find a pair of pants that fits? Either the length is off or the waist is too big. Even belts seem to just delay the inevitable," he said before diving underneath again.</s>
<|message|>Ebon Umbranox
"Tch." Ebon got back onto his feet, dusting himself off and looking at the two. "Whatever. Go on and play buddy-buddy all you want. You and I both know this is all just an act." Ebon grabbed The Kingdom and walked away from the scene. He wasn't going to go to any party with someone like Sapphire, and having Gren there wasn't making it seem any more appealing. Though this did make him want to find Sapphire's daggers even more, if only to spite her. So Ebon left the air docks to find a foot path down towards the lake, or at least a series of cliff edges he could hop down and get closer.
Once Ebon was out of sight, he looked back towards the lake. In the distance he could see a couple of heads pop out of the water. The others either found the daggers or were having a hard time finding it. Either way Ebon jumped off the cliff with The Kingdom in his hand. Once he got a good 15 feet or so above the water, he slammed The Kingdom into the side of the cliff, stopping him form falling further. Climbing on top of it he then sent out a few more R-Types, this time four in total. With less of a distance to focus he should be able to use them more effectively, though only in a close group. "Now let's see what's taking so long..."</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Lakebed
Looking between his compatriots (and mercifully ignoring Robert's pantslessness), Oswald boldly declared his, admittedly obvious, plan: "We need to get that thing out of the water. It's amphibious, but we're not. Fighting in the water, even if we all had our gear, would be suicidal at best. We needed Marcus's tank to destroy the Datura, and this thing is on the same class as that big bastard was." Looking out to the lake, Oswald sighed. "We could grab that guy over there...and Napoli, I guess, to help. Shiro, Rob...you ready to do this?"</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm
The red-haired swordswoman blinked as her bunk shifted just a bit. Still, she quickly returned to her idle emotion as she remained still.
She wanted to eat something, but she found it to be unfitting of her to lead the members. So she decided to wait for Benjamin's call. Or anyone's call, really. The quiet woman shifted to the wall next to her as she stared at it emptily.
It was a strange day. At one point, she held onto a particularly well-fit warrior in a pool containing one heck of a Grimm. And then she found herself lazing around a bed at another point of the day.
Time sure flew by quickly. She still found the man she teamed up with(?) to be a nice person, and perhaps her interactions with him showed some of her slow, but steady improvement in social skills. She hoped to meet more people like him.</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms
"I see" as Vega nodded at Luke and then Beryl who remained quiet. "Well, I will see you later" as she turned her head to Gratia, Luke and Beryl.
Vega exited out of the door, now it was time to get to that party. Vega hoped she was not late.
--
Vega Venetia – Airship Docks – Her Introduction
Vega was walking towards the air docks when she came upon the sight of Green orc and several other individuals she had no knowledge. She remembered him and his transgression of course, but she tucked that away in her brain. Her pace of movement slowed down as she felt nervous coming up to a large group and introducing herself. Though with openness and confidence as she arrived to them, "Hi, is the party taking place here" she said in her usual friendly tone.
--
Sarina Tala Dei – Beacon Rooftop – Beneath a Clear Sky
Sarina had reached the rooftop to find no presence of any members of CPLT. She took a careful glance around the rooftop, nothing. She took out her scroll and sent a message.
>Sender: Sarina Tala Dei
>Receiver: Senior Students, Staff Members
>Body: No sign of Team CPLT in the rooftops. I am going to check the pool. Tell me your current status.
After sending that message, Sarina held onto her scroll to looking at the sky. It was clear, all blue reminding her of her abilities briefly. She stood tall just looking at it holding her scroll, enamored by its beauty going off into daze, though she quickly regained herself. She then took a walk near the edge of the rooftop facing the airship docks. She noticed the color green near a group. Likely Vega attending that party Sarina had heard of through the gossip of other students, good for her cousin but Sarina was not going to attend a gathering of a bunch of freshman. It got her thinking; she should hold a party with only seniors. Hm I should, get an opportunity to learn more about Varius. That man, she had been always curious of him.
That is of course if, the disappearance of CPLT is the sign of something sinister to occur, then probably not after this. Sarina was hoping it was some stupid prank they were playing…like what… What was his name again oh right as Sarina had remembered, Paron, the guy that had convinced her to trash her mentors' office as a prank with him when he bailed and the blame was entirely put onto her. Sarina did not even memorize the other name of the members of CPLT, her scroll reminding her of their names when she went through the contacts list on her scroll. Oh right those are the three others names. Sarina did not know much about them as they never really made themselves known to her.
Sarina sighed, "That is what you get for signing up as a TA, become a second eye for her." And being the assistant of a powerful respected hunter is one of the greatest goals any student can attain in her university years as Ms. Serene jumped off from the rooftop, onward to the pool.</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane: Gym + Duel
Krysthane raised her arms defensively as a blast of air slammed her backwards. Shaking her head Krysthane looked up to see herself facing a massive cannon pointed directly at her. Fight or flight? Precious moments ticked by as Krysthane stared the cannon in the face.
Then she grinned, dodging would probably be futile and she wasn't the kind of girl to run from a challenge anyway. Krysthane stomped both feet on the ground and squarely set herself to receive what would no doubt be a monstrous blast. "ALLLLRIGHT!" Krysthane yelled and stood there resolutely, hands at her side letting her body take the full brunt of the blast.
The beam collided with her aura with a terrifying amount of force, slowly pushing her back. Krysthane dug her feet into the ground determined to weather through the blast, she could feel herself weakening. Krysthane let one last senseless roar out as the blast broke through her defenses and she was sent flying back crashing into the far wall of the gym. Krysthane viewed Emerald fallen from through blurry vision, "Heh, always wondered what rainbow tasted like..." was all she managed to say before she too collapsed to the ground, unable to keep consciousness any longer.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
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Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Ni Rensa Ryou
IC: Amaranth Desire, ohgodnotagain
The headache was coming back. She could feel it. The tapping, the thumping, the complete and utter pandemonium of whatever those accursed creatures were. She barely tolerated it, the little feet like a full on drum roll in her mind, the metal pattering the cymbals to the concrete's thumping. She winced, her right hand going to her temple, her feathers sticking up to their maximum height--but she couldn't afford to turn it off, she needed to be able to hear whatever they were coming if they decided to change from their current strategy of remaining hidden.
Still, she was definitely glad she'd have Saturday and Sunday to find a quiet place to sleep.
As her hand fell to her side, it brushed past the glasses Lauren had given her earlier--and with a flash of remembrance, Amy put them on, popping the earplugs in, and adjusting the control dials to drop the loudest sound in the environment to a reasonable level while not dimming the sounds that had a lower decibel rating.
At the sight of the man lying in the floor, her focus and enhanced vision revealed strange marks around his neck. Strange in quality, not cause.
"Looks like someone tried to squeeze his neck. Hard."
At a sideways glance from Lauren, she shrugged and looked directly forward, mouthing some people are into weird stuff.</s>
<|message|>Shuai Taidan (帥 太丹)
Shuai Taidan - Airship
"Maybe you've seen me in the biannual Vytal Festival," replied the ponytailed young Hunter with a smile. He was already taking a shine to the newest member of Team KNVS; after all, she was, to him at least, radiating in a general confidence and positivity, and that was always a commendable thing! "I do like to be memorable."
However, the sudden lurching of the most recent addition to their team still caught him by surprise, and it was with a sudden "eh?!" that he found himself knocked off-balance by the ragdolly girl, gas mask sliding off his head and onto the floor of their ornithopter with a quiet thud. Ah, the perils that lay within the act of travelling through the air; they were numerous in their dangers, and as an avid flier himself, Shuai Taidan knew very well what could so easily plague him in his mimicry of the creatures of the sky, especially when there were others nearby. It was not particularly problematic, per se, but it was always a thing that he needed to concern himself over!
"That's not a problem at all!" he said, chipper mood fading not a single bit! After all, it was a problem that was very easily rectified, as an ethereal arm immediately unfurled from his back, slipping through the air to grab the fallen mask. Slowly and surely, it retracted, placing the mask back upon his head, though now, in a more ... secure manner. "Flying's hard when you're tired."
The manifestation wriggled around to face Noëlle, a ghostly arm that seemed to be gazing in the direction of the girl's chocolates.
"Ooh, it's been a while since I had that kind. Last time I went to Mistral was ages ago. Thanks, Noëlle."
The arm stretched out once more, plucking a single bar from her hand and retreating back towards Taidan's face. A second arm promptly unfurled from his back as well, the ethereal manifestation moving to unwrap the chocolate bar, before dropping it into the fire-loving Hunter's open mouth. Such was his tendency to utilise his semblance for even the most mundane of matters!</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay
"So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight.
It's different from choking.
Namely--
A good choke is much more secure.
And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes.
Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray...
"I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily.
"I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane - Patrol Mission
Krysthane giggled a little at seeing Ebon warm up to the kittens, far more so than he had any of them. She would defiantly have to hold that against him later, maybe blackmail him. Then she winced at Skyra's rather... displeased reaction to the place. "Come on Skyra it isn't that bad, we'll only be here for a bit anyway." Krysthane pleaded. At least 3/4 of the team liked the place and so far that was the best result on anything they'd done together, which admittedly wasn't much. She turned at Sepia's question and thought about it briefly, "Yeah, I'm fairly certain there was some sort of graffiti here earlier. I'm sure the boys know about it." she said confidently as she also stepped into the cafe, two little kittens somehow making their way into her golden hair and periodically peeking out.. As soon as they entered she looked around for either the group of boys they had talked to earlier or the store owner.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Patrol Mission
As Team Kiss entered the tea house, it was sparsly populated, aside from the many cats and a few old people drinking their tea in peace. Before Krysthane could find anyone, one of them found her. [b]"Krysthane! Welcome back!"[/color] It was the leader of the gang, though he didn't look as silly as he did before. He was wearing a fairly simple looking waiter's outfit, with the logo of the Cat Nap emblazoned on his breast pocket. Seemed like he was working right now.
The young man went over to Krysthane, quite excited, which riled up the kittens. They all moved towards Krysthane, even the ones playing with Ebon, and began to paw at her legs and tried to play with her. "Long time no see! I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'd understand though, it's been a very hectic around here lately. I see you've brought your friends. Your team from Beacon? What brings you around these parts?"
@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888
Capture The Fort
As our heroes debated their attack strategy, there was a loud noise nearby. It wasn't long before a couple of Beowulfs, twelve in total, arrived looking for the scent of human and faunas flesh. They haven't quite found the team yet, but they were aware they were somewhere around here. They stayed close to one another and made sure to watch each others backs: If one was taken out the entire pack would know. One Beowulf, obviously the alpha considering his size and additional spiky bits, stayed at the front and was getting closer to Team Redingote. A quiet snarled escaped his throat, perhaps communicating to his pack that he had found the hunters.
Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Capture the Fort
As Robert saw the pack of Beowolves exit from the treeline, he quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid detection. Peeking around the side, the red haired boy could see the Alpha Beowulf snarl at a scent it had caught. "Well Grane, looks like you got your wish anyhow," Robert said quietly under his breath.
As the pack got nearer to the tree he had hidden behind, Robert made the decision to climb upward. The likelihood of the team getting out of this without alerting the whole pack was basically nonexistent, but the team leader wasn't sure how prepared the others were for a fight. If he could give them more time to prepare themselves by not giving their position away, maybe they could turn this into a successful ambush. Finally settling on one of the many branches above, Robert transformed his weapons to their blade mode as he kept his eye on the Alpha. If he or someone else was detected he hoped to cut off the pack's leader and send them into disarray, increasing their chances for success exponentially.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Trawl
Shiro blinked, his gold eyes carefully looking over the map that lay in front of him and his team. His ears twitching every now and then as he multi-tasked between listening to what was being said, examining the terrain of the area, and formulating his own thoughts. So far, he agreed with Gren. Official reports never held all the details. Sometimes when you personally interviewed someone, they may come to remember a very small trivial detail that could make a world of difference. That, and Shiro wanted to visit the sites where people supposedly went missing. Even with the passage of time and the ocean eroding away the land, it never hurt to see if his Faunus senses could detect something that the townspeople couldn't. Speaking of which, that brought up a question in Shiro's mind. Or rather a few questions.
Looking up from the map and at Captain McDougall, he frowned slightly.
"Ah, sir? Captain McDougall? Do you know what's the census of Faunus you have within the population? Do you have any Faunus on your police team here?"
Looking at his teammates, he continued.
"What I'm thinking is maybe visiting each site with a partner to see if I can find something that you all can't. Interviewing the locals doesn't seem like a bad idea either."
He made a motion with his hands.
"It wouldn't hurt at all to spend a little time to try and gather a complete informed picture before we make any plans. The last time we tried to do a mission without all the facts...Well..."
He shook his head.
"It doesn't make any sense to me. You all have been living here for some time in relative peace. Why would these Sirens appear now so suddenly and start luring away your people? Grimm are beasts. If they were luring them away to consume them, then why haven't we discovered any remains or things like that? Why would they steal them away instead of picking them off right there with hardly a trail left behind?"
Shiro again looked to each of his teammates.
"It doesn't hurt to have a healthy sense of curiosity."</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane - Patrol Mission
Krysthane smiled cheerily at the enthusiastic welcome. "Of course I hadn't forgotten!" she exclaimed in return as the kittens began clambering over her. She actually hadn't quite recognized the ringleader at first without his cat hair. Krysthane crouched down and played with the kittens a little, bowling them over with gentle sweeps of her hands exposing their fuzzy bellies momentarily as they quickly struggled back to their feet. "Yeah this is the rest of my team from beacon, Ebon, Skyra, and you've already met Sepia." Krysthane said introducing and pointing at her teammates as she named them. "Though actually the reason we're here is pretty much the same as last time. We're on another mission to continue investigating the robot attacks and the petty burglaries that popped up at around the same time. All work and no play right?" Krysthane asked jokingly since because she could see he was currently burdened with work as well before continuing, "Know anything new about it?" She asked hopefully as she stood up, once again scattering the mewling kittens at her feet. If they could get something to work off of here it would be great, otherwise they'd be working from nearly scratch and that was more work</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
.
Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
The loss of Ben Lloyd, for even one night, had proved to be a source of major upheaval in the once-pacified Bastille dorms, famous for their unity in the face of wearing uncomfortable bras to bed and torturing their male figurehead. With their long-suffering leader figure taken out of the mix, the dorms had become a breeding ground for Lauren's antics. A playful pillow to the back of Amy's head in a fit of boredom had led to returned fire, creating a back-and-forth that had quickly grown unsustainable when it was realized that somehow this had led to Sangue hoarding all the pillows. Forced to grovel for supplies from the snake, the innocent fight turned the tight-knit tag team of Lauren and Amy into bitter pillow-boxing rivals. This led to a melee fight this time that ended when - yet again - Sangue Naga had proved the truth of her 'snake' moniker and, having gleaned the basics of a pillow fight from her more wizened female teammates, clubbed them both with a pillow in each hand.
With no Cap to be seen, the girls were left with nothing to do but allow each other's natural energies to trickle down to each other - as long as Lauren was awake, Amy stayed excited, and as long as both Lauren and Amy stayed awake, it was inevitable that Sangue would be dragged into the conversation. It was passing the two o'clock hour when all three girls had finally fallen asleep. It had taken burning through a fifth of Lauren's infamously-guarded candy bar rations, a few smuggled beers, and a series of eternal vows of feminist sisterhood, even in the face of boys (for Sangue), men (for Amy), and whites (for Lauren) but eventually, they had slept.
And so it was that Lauren Negasi groaned to life, free of the wretched cotton maiden on her chest for what could be the first and only time at Beacon yet still suffering from an excruciating need to sink back into the warm bed for another hour or so. Unfortunately, it looked like Cap hadn't come back, meaning his day had probably already begun...and Sangue's bed was empty, too.
Fuck, I'd kill for some of that girl's motivation at 8 am...
WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULP!
Time to start her day anyway. Lauren bounced (literally) her way out of bed and stretched, somewhat less provocatively than normal without a captive audience to gawk and stutter.
"Hey, Am, gotta wake up, princess."
Desire didn't budge. You'd think a prostitute would be a little quicker to get out of bed, in case a wife came home or something. Lauren shrugged and looked towards her drawer for a second with a forlorn sigh. This morning was so boring, like her energy had been cleaved in half...what to do...what to...
Her gaze drifted to Ben's dresser.
Like a Mogwai that had been fed after midnight, she began to snicker evilly. A few seconds later, with a handful of clothes in her hands, she was rushing to the team's bathroom.
"Wake up, Desire!" she called over her shoulder as she slammed the door behind her. When she hopped out of the shower a few minutes later, there was no movement from the Faunus. Clearly trying to stir Amy like a civilized girl wasn't going to work.
Then again, Lauren had no reason to talk. She had squeezed herself into a pair of Ben's faded black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved burgundy henley, all the buttons popped open irreverently. Dressed in her best friend's decidedly un-Lauren-sized clothes, the toned boxer plopped down on her bed again and decided to see how far she could go with this Amy thing.
...
"Handjob."
Were her eyes fluttering? Maybe Desire was having a dream.
"Fellatiooooooo."
No, actually, she was just snoring.
"Eeeee-rection!"
Lauren huffed.
"Morning wood! Handcuffs! Candle wax!"
What the fuck kind of hooker was this, anyway?
"Symmetrical docking?"</s>
<|message|>Ni Rensa Ryou
Later, Amy would regret waking up at that moment. Unfortunately, regret didn't let her alter the flow of events, or prevent all of the teasing that would happen as a result of awakening when she did.
"Good mmmmmphorning, Lauren," the stripper said, burying her face in her pillow, feathers spiking up as she did. She stretched, almost languidly, her right leg shaking a little before her body collapsed into relaxation again. "Those wake up calls lose their effectiveness on weekdays."
The only way to make a Monday worse? Wake up next to a prostitute with a night of regrets and breath you wouldn't use Listerine on for fear of starting some kind of chemical reaction in your mouth. Most of her classier dates were on weekends as well. Hearing this at the week's beginning wasn't exactly usual fare.
Oh, ####. Today was Family Day.
She gripped the pillow tighter, trying to go back to the night before and the small inkling of hope that had come with it. No, not that Wisteria would come. She wouldn't. It was as simple as that, and to be honest, Amy was somewhat glad she wouldn't. But after the terrifying slog that had been the team's previous mission, a return to at least somewhat normal life was welcome. Next weekend, maybe, it wouldn't be so bad--and at some point between now and then, she could…
Still, it was a Monday. And greater plans than those of mere mortals had been destroyed in the face of the work-week demon.
"Do I have to get up now?</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
"Well, I mean, we could stay here."
Lauren's face contorted in thought, and she leaped into the air, rolling slightly and sinking into the soft bed immediately after her landing. She was draped across the foot of the bed, forming a T-shape with Amy, and her eyes traced the moving fan in the dorm with a kitten-like interest.
"But on the off chance my parents are coming, they're gonna wonder why I wasn't out here to greet them. They're gonna sniff me out any way they can until they find me here, hanging out with your thot ass, in a room with a bunch of stolen concessions and tens of thousands of dollars worth of stashed lien, most of it gotten from fleecing shit I stole from rich people...oh, yeah, and I'm dressed up like a white boy - a white boy who, on top of being my best friend, is gonna talk to my parents before me, and probably tell them that he's my leader on top of telling 'em that I, like, sexually harass him or something? He's gonna lie his ass off to them and it's gonna all roll back on me."
Lauren exhaled lazily and turned to the lazy hawk Faunus with a teasing smile.
"So I'm going out there, doll - and where I go, you follow! Besides--" - the dark-skinned Huntress' teasing, cheerful grinn had turned wicked - "--this affords some Grade A-fucking-1 opportunities to torture Ben. If we played our cards riiiiiight."</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia Russet
"Oh, okay then..." Sepia responded to the newly-arrived huntress, though she thought that there really was no comparison between having your mother almost assault someone and the rather adorable display she'd just witnessed between the girl and her...father? She was no one to be making that kind of assumption. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sand! You're from Atlas? I've never been there before." she tilted her head in thought, ears perked higher than usual. "Come to think of it, until attending Beacon, I'd never left Vacuo. Or so I've been told."
At Trad and his parents' concern for Datura, the canine brunette's train of thought quickly jumped to her "mother". Appraising her condition quickly, Sepia determined that she was still a little ruffled, but returning to normal rapidly. Out of curiosity, she checked Soot too. Gentle and guarded as always. No surprise there. With that information in her possession, she spoke to Blad with a relaxed smile. "She's fine. My mom's been this jumpy as long as I've known her."
"-And hormonal now, too." Soot added, chuckling softly as Datura wiggled out of his grasp and punched him the shoulder.
"I thought we agreed to tell her together." The young woman whined. Her previously shaken demeanor was starting to slip away in favor of one jokingly irritated. "You're such an a-"
Whatever name Datura was about to call her partner, was cut off by a sharp gasp of happiness and excitement from their daughter. ""Ohmygosh! You mean I'm going to be a big sister?" Her silky flag of a tail flicked back and forth rapidly. A warm, shared glance between Datura and Soot was all the confirmation she needed. As caught up as she was in this new development, it wasn't surprising that she almost missed the last thing Trad said. "The Athletic Center? Oh, yeah, I was jist about to be making my way over there." Still slightly flushed, she hastily added, "I should probably have already said this before all of, well, that..." the teenage faunus sucked in a deep breath and let it go slowly. "but anyway, I'm Sepia Russet, part of team KYSS, and daughter of Soot and Datura (these two) in every way except biological." She added that last part because Datura's age (and to a lesser extent, Soot's) and the fact that both of her parents were human usually caused some confusion.
@Lazo</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysanthe rolled a little in bed at the wafting smell of food and conversation, brought up from the deep dredges of sleep after a day well spent to just below the surface of wakefulness. Then her face retreated from a burst of air rudely smacking into it followed by a vaguely threatening threat. Krysanthe let out a mock groan and sat up, throwing off her covers lazily, wearing basically a pair of workout shorts and a work-out bra. "Don't threaten me with a good time." She said coyly, winking at Skyra, still looking somewhat sleepy, her long yellow hair laying rather messily around her.
She perked right up at the sight of breakfast and rushed over, eagerly grabbing a plate and chowing down. Midway through she let out a noise of alarm. "Oh its parent day and stuff!" She nabbed her scroll and glanced at it, "Cool I got some time before they show up." she said to herself and proceeded to consume scarfing down the rest of her meal, finishing it off with a heart swig of orange juice. She let out an ahh of satisfaction and leaned back. "What a nice breakfast, I'll have to thank Yue for it later."
She would met up with her parents at the docks in an hour or so and they'd watch her run in the foot race and it'd be super cool. Well, except for the part where they'd ask how thing were going with her team and she'd have to explain how she'd lost a teammate and had to pickup a new one. Krysanthe wilted a little inwardly at the thought of that as they hadn't even been doing a combat mission, it was more of detective work than anything else. Still, if she didn't tell, they'd find out, and the former was distinctively more appealing than the latter.</s> |
<|description|>Krysanthe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.
Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
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Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.
Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.
Color: Shiny Gold
Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
@Abillioncats@Lucius Cypher
Skyra blushed heavily and turned away a little bit shyly. "Frick...", she exclaimed when Krys had vanished. This woman... this woman
really, totally knew how to press her buttons. Well... she kinda had to... as their team leader and all. The more time Skyra spend with Krys, the more she appreciated that it was Krys that was chosen for team leader and not herself. She would have just made everything worse.
Yeah, Krysanthe was the right person for this ragtag band of... well... people...
"Concentrate Skyra, concentrate. Why does this always happen..." She sighed and slapped her cheeks with both her hands at the same time twice, squishing them hard. Every time when she started to have some kind of mental distress, that included sadness, she felt herself growing closer to her female friends. It was annoying, but not entirely unpleasurable. But she had to remove herself from Krys' presence and focus on getting her mental barriers back up.
"Krys, I'm gonna go work out. Don't expect me to take part in the 'fun activities' of today!", she hollered into the bathroom where Krys was showering.
Wearing her gym shorts and top, Skyra jogged outside the dorm building and towards the gym when she noticed that the gym was... preoccupied by the race.
A little bit defeated, Skyra was almost about to head back to the dorm, when she heard something going on at the shooting range. Right! That would be a good site to work out at! There were no events scheduled to take place there, she remembered and... yes! Gren was supposed to have her new weapon ready by now, too.
With the scars on her stomach showing clearly, she entered the shooting range to see two familiar figures.
"Good day to you two!", she hollered towards Gren and her new cat-eared friend, Emerald.
"Gren! Is my weapon ready?" She smiled from, ear to ear. This day could actually get good!</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK
You could tell a lot about someone if you trusted your gut. The way they held themselves, the way they moved, spoke, looked at you. Information was there if you knew how to read it. Gut instinct was usually just picking up on things you don't realize you're seeing. The man was sizing them up just as certainly as Ben was him, trying to draw the same conclusions.
And when he started speaking, Ben decided he was alright. Sangue trusted him, and he pretty clearly cared. That was enough to look past everything else.
"I'm Ben. Ben Lloyd." The Redwood native left his shield where it was and took a small step forward, resting a hand lightly on Sangue's shoulder. "Don't know how much Sangue's told you, but she's important to us. We're Team Bastille. Used to be Bastion. I'm the captain."
"I'll let them say hello themselves, but these two," He gestured with his other hand to Lauren and Amy. "Are our other teammates."
"Sangue was a huge help on our last mission. I don't know what your relationship to her is, but I hope you're proud. We are." Sangue's shoulder got a light squeeze before he let go and crossed the space between him and Apophis in a few steps, giving the older man a friendly smile and holding out a hand to shake.
"It's good to meet you."</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connoly and Diamond Frost- Beacon Halls
As Diamond pushed Oswald through the hallways, the two fell into a comfortable silence. He wasn't sure about his teammate, but Oswald certainly felt a bit of weight off his shoulders after talking about his unpleasant past. He didn't harbor much shame, but but the shame he did harbor had a dramatic effect on his behavior, his motivations, and his life in general.
He wasn't glad to be pushed around in a wheelchair, but he supposed there could be worse people to deal with in this position. Shiro, for example, or those guys who'd started a fight in Armory class on the first day of school.
Speaking of people Oswald didn't mind being around, actually, he'd just spotted one as Diamond wheeled him around a corner, and gave a quick wave in greeting before realizing that Sapphire was currently talking to somebody small. Her sister, perhaps? "Oh, hey there Sapphire!"</s>
<|message|>Ni Rensa Ryou
IC: Wisteria, ???
The face that stared back at her was older, the blonde hair surrounding her violet eyes not showing the streaks of grey she knew ran through it. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her hands were shaking, smearing the mascara she was trying--relatively unsuccessfully--to apply. A short, high pitched burst of noise came from her mouth as she hurled the bottle across the room, turning back to that same damn haggard reflection, inhaling deeply again, the shudders seeming to leave her as the following breath of air left. She rolled her shoulders, breathed, closed her eyes, breathed, refocused, breathed. Calm yourself. The mascara is not what you're angry about.
Her fingers clenched, unclenched, fell to the sink. She looked at the twin in the mirror again. It'd have to do--no way she would be able to look more presentable as long as she stayed in this state of mind. The light purple dress--colored like her namesake--flattered her well, but she supposed she deserved the holes in her facade after all this time. A carefully controlled smile twisted her mouth, perfect white teeth barely visible in the small grin. Then, the frown, not creasing her brow as she did, only the corners of her mouth slightly falling. A far steadier--but still trembling--hand wiped the smeared mascara away.
Satisfied, she turned from the mirror, took a deep breath, stepped through the door and snatched her purse off the bed. As good a time as any, Wis.
***
Her hand clutched her purse, the gentle wind of the cool Monday morning flapping her dress to one side and her other palm to press down on the top of her hat in hopes of it not blowing away. They made an odd couple, she and the man standing next to her, old enough to be her father but still here for family day. She pulled out a small folding mirror and looked in it, at her face and then at the man again. Definitely older. Probably a grandparent.
The head office was evidently where her unspeaking companion was bound for as well, though he followed her a few paces behind and seemed to be preoccupied with something. She'd tried speaking, once or twice, and he never responded, not during the entire walk to the office. Losing your touch, there, Wis.
Her hand clenched on her bag again as she stepped up to the receptionist. "Wisteria Desree. I'm... Trying to find my daughter."
"Sorry," the woman responded, after tapping at her scroll. "No students by the name of Desree. Want to try another last name?"
"Try 'Desire'," a sonorous voice said from behind her. She whirled around, the man from earlier smiling slightly as a nervous laugh burst out of her. "And... Who are you?"
He adjusted the platinum frames on his nose, an easy grin spreading across his face. "You'll have to forgive my rudeness. Arin Glint. A pleasure to meet the mother, Ms. Desree."</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz, Monday, Early O'Clock
...
Hold on.
Was I still half-dreaming?
I blinked a few times, even stopping to rub an eye with the bone of my wrist, but my vision was the same. No murkier or sharper. This was definitely reality that I had all the way immersed myself in, and no amount of self-delusion would take me out of that.
But that wasn't right.
That couldn't be right.
There wasn't any combat listed on the itinerary, but I could have sworn I was hearing a certain energy in Gratia Mindaro's voice. Just as a hint, but when you smell the same steak for years, if the chef switches from Thyme to Rosemary, you'll pick up on it.
Salty, meaty crunchiness coated my tongue as I mulled it over. Thankfully, my body has a decent bearing on what it needs and recognized how hungry I'd let myself get by making all that food.
By all means, I was slightly flabbergasted. I'd respected a reasonable chance of a response in the affirmative, but not the barest hint of an actual change in demeanor. This was... this was a historic moment.
So historic that I had nearly forgotten her question. Hints of dere under a mile of kuu aren't a reason to be an idiot, man!
"Ah, erm... Not really. As far as I can tell, anyway. The only one that might interest them is the wrestling tournament, but I think they sent me something about a report on weapons last night..."
Oh, hey. Call back.
"And to speak of weapons; would you mind if I picked your brain on that some time?"</s>
| <|message|>Krysanthe
Krysanthe yelled a sound of confirmation back at Skyra as she showered, finishing up relatively quickly as she wanted to be early. It was a shame Skyra didn't feel like playing in the events. She expected them to a be a lot of fun, but Skyra likely didn't enjoy parent day. Krysanthe was well aware that many students weren't as lucky as her to have two fully functioning parents that loved her, but much she could do about it. If Skyra wanted to do her own thing, then dragging her around wouldn't help matters. The warm water was shut off and Krysanthe dried off, spending a few moments on her hair before putting on a pair of shorts and a casual brightly colored t-shirt. Then she picked up her red scarf and was off to where the airships landed.
Lynn and Randolf stepped of the airship, scanning the crowd of people already here briefly. It wasn't hard to find their daughter, she stood rather tall in the crowd and though she was from from the only person brightly dressed, it didn't hurt. Lynn stood just a hair or two shorter than Randolf, her long yellow hair making the origin of Krysanthe's own obvious. She appeared to be around 35 but her youthful energy made it hard to tell. Lynn's green eyes locked onto her daughter and she quickly shot a hand into the air to wave with a cheery grin on her face, hurrying over.
Randolf stood dressed professional in a nice black button up shirt and equally nice pants, a contrast to Lynn's casual skirt and flowery blouse, and his brown hair slicked back looking dull besides his wife's brighter head of hair. He was smiling pleasantly but not as over-energetic as Lynn and simply raised a hand in greeting, deep blue eyes merry at seeing his daughter again. He looked to be around five years older then his wife, The family quickly reunited with a group hug. Lynn immediately began firing off questions, "So, how've you been? I want to hear everything, how are classes, you told us you're a team leader! Did you go on a mission yet? Did you meet any boys?"
The last question was somewhat suspicious but all of them were rapid fire and filled with excitement. Randolf laughed in response to his wife's antics, his voice soothingly deep. "Now now Lynn, give her a chance to breath, I'm sure she wants to tell us all about it."
Krysanthe let out a beaming smile at both her parents, "Of course I'll tell you everything, but we gotta head to the gym, I signed up for a race." They started making their way towards the gym, Krysanthe telling her parents about how being a team leader was going, how their first mission had gone, about classes and her teachers. Not about Ebon yet though, that could wait.
It didn't take long for her reminiscing to be interrupted by a burst of static and the announcement that the race was starting. "Oh that's my cue, I'm off, wish me luck!" she said and made her way to the starting line. No weapons and one semblance use, pretty simple. Well except for the one semblance use thing. Could she just keep it on? It was technically using it once becau- BANG - Krysanthe's body shot into motion as her mind was kick-started out of overthinking into action. Straight away, jump, rope, wall. Easy. A dead sprint to gather speed, keeping up with the best of them, and she hurled herself forward, grabbing one of the ropes and swinging forward, her body arching to pick up more speed.
As she let go of the rope her semblance kicked in, making her light enough to practically soar through the air, making a substantial way up the wall: even stylish flipping as she did so, hair and scarf flailing wildly and entirely skipping the slope by a good margin. Krysanthe had a devilish grin on her face, excited by the competition and the fairly high-speed maneuver. She scrambled up the climbing wall, her finger strength perhaps not the best, but making speedy progress none the less with her ability to leap up and skip a peg or two, making the harder sections easier. Soon she'd be at the top and racing off to the next section.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate
An uncommon jitteriness grabbed hold on Abel's throat for a second when the door to the airship yawned open to admit team SASG inside. For one of the few times in his life, he was leaving the comfort and company of other warriors behind and venturing out into the unknown with only a few comrades by his side. For a young man conditioned as a sentry atop walls, entering the airship's belly screaming against his instincts, but Abel bit back his unease with a fortitude that surprised himself. After all, even though he had only spent a week with Gren, Sapphire, and Shiro, he was pretty sure they had his back. This embodied more than simple spirit, though. Abel needed to believe that he and his friends had what it took. When he had perused the details for the Shelter mission a few minutes ago, his mind had flashed with storybook visions of mad scientists, bristling with needles and sutures and belting out maniacal laughter.
It intrigued him more than in worried him, however; perhaps that was why the mission's ominous portent had only instilled him with a few seconds' worth of dread. These weren't Grimm he'd be facing. Today there would be no running in terror, no desperate fight for survival, and no gloomy resignation to an immutable fate. No matter how hairy the ears of the mad doctors of the Shelter, they were just people, and people did not scare Abel.
Gren's search of the internet for any useful tidbits pertaining to the Shelter turned up the place's website pretty quickly. While colorful in its cool hues of blue and green, its design exuded more of a sense of friendliness than of tacky vibrancy, and its content carried much the same outlook. The Shelter had been established on its little island on the bay for forty years, ever since it had been made public knowledge that animals, like humans, had aura. Nothing of particular interest jumped out at him, except that according to the 'guests' section, there weren't many pets staying anymore. It did help kill time until Shiro arrived, however, and after Abel quit admiring to vista to join the team, the four got on the airship. Abel, not sure whether or not Sapphire had been with them during Port's presentation, greeted her congenially before settling in.
Of course, Shiro's mad antics cost the team some time, and earned them the ire of the main pilot—a Beacon senior and the only male member of Beacon's ace senior team, Fallow Mort. Gren, wishing to avoid provoking Fallow further, was happy to anchor Shiro to the wall with his friction semblance. In short order, the airship, containing a resolute mix of optimism and sobriety interrupted occasionally by the team's loose cannon, made its way to Tourmaline bay.
Sooner that might have been expected, the airship touched down near the docks. Fallow, now pleased that some underclassmen had seen his flying skills, cheerfully announced that he'd be navigating SASG the rest of the way to the Shelter by boat. "The buildin's expanded to every part of the island remotely flat," he explained, "there's nowhere to land and lots of sharp rocks just waiting to break ankles if I had you jump."
Fifteen minutes later, after another round of trying to secure Shiro's unrestrained enthusiasm into extremely restrained enthusiasm, the speedboat was off. Despite Fallow's repeated assurance of the mission's easiness, he had seen fit to bring his own weapon, a strange device that blended together a shield, a scabbard, and a spinner launcher, complete with whip-sized ripcord. As the boat approached the island upon which the Shelter loomed, it gave off more of an impression of a resort hotel than a state-of-the-art veterinary facility, with its pored beige walls and red-shingled roof. Abel allowed the others to disembark first when the destination was reached, curtly nodding to Fallow before the senior sped away. He turned back and regarded the Shelter with dull blue eyes. The main entrance sat atop a shallow flight of stairs leading up the stony slope of the island, and the glare of white light shone within. Considering the phrasing of the mission statement, it hadn't been an unreasonable expectation to think that they'd be encountering a dilapidated old house of horrors. This seemed too perfect; Abel waited for somebody to say that the team needed to be on their guard as they approached.</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia, having been actively restraining herself from doing so earlier, jumped at the chance to touch Skyra's cute cat ears. She gently held the end of each one between thumb and forefinger and looked at them, walking behind the other girl as she did so. "I don't see anything unusual. Used any new hair care stuff recently? My ears get a bit irritated if I suddenly change shampoos or conditioners."
Sepia smiled to herself. This group was going to be so much fun, especially the girls!</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze-- Just inside Beacon, Looking for direction
He allowed himself to pause for but a moment, inhaling and exhaling once as if to reset an adrenaline spike's affects on the heartrate, and entered the Academy proper. If only he could have transferred in time with the rest of the class, he'd at least have a gaggle of other people as company in this particular endeavor. There was something to be said for the power of numbers. A sense of community could turn a coward into a hero, and yet the same pressure of that community could change him right back, as if flipping a switch. Well, funny he should mention that. Now that he was here, the nerves seemed to have faded, giving way to curiosity and an odd sense of calm.
Resignation towards one's own fate, huh?
He smirked.
Mom wouldn't know whether to praise me or kill me.
One hand creeping out of the pocket of his hoodie and onto the straps of his trusty, tannish-green backpack, he scanned his surroundings for some kind of hint. Place like Beacon had to have a constant flow of transfer students just like him, right? Might even be some sort of orientation office set up. Hell, he was actually surprised that he sort of stuck out right now. Definitely wasn't the only kid on the airship up, he knew that. He'd had his spot looking out the window neighbored by two guys from Vacuo talking about the finer points of a girl's underwear. Definitely didn't need to go that far to prove he wasn't the only one aboard.
Well, he'd nearly jumped in himself to educate them on how it wasn't merely the fact that it was in that spot, but rather the mystique and imagination provoking-qualities that made them so alluring, not to mention the surprising amount they could tell you about a girl...
But that's neither here nor there.
He grimaced, beginning to feel uncomfortable again. Had he by chance missed a handout, or forgotten an itinerary at home? He wouldn't be surprised. It was one thing that he packed light, that much was obviously true, but it was another to leave necessary items for his habitation at home! Seriously, he could be missing so much! Potentially failing even before he'd had his first class! Oh man, what if he'd stuck it in an adult literature book or something! He'd die of embarrassment!
Calm down, Luke. In times of stress, you need to remain rational.
I sometimes wonder if I should have done drama.
...
Nah.
He'd needed to head to an Ozpin's office at some point if he remembered right...
Let's start there. I can probably find directions just asking around. Well, step one onto a new life, right?
Might make a friend.</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra shuddered a bit when Sepia touched her ears. No lying, she definitely enjoyed the attention to her most strikingly Faunus part. The other piece of her body that had "animal features" were her teeth. Though normally not really obvious, she did have, compared to the average human, pretty long canines. But, as mentioned, they were not really visible very often.
Still, Skyra loved her reputation as the tough girl back home and the one who only seldom showed any kind of "girly" emotion. Sure, she could, theoretically, open up a lot now, but why would she? She absolutely adored it when others respected her because of her apparently made out of iron, but on the flipside it didn't earn her a lot of friends. During her time at her previous school, she was almost always lonely, her Faunus heritage didn't exactly help either.
Maybe all of the latter reasons made her unconsciously purr for a bit until she noticed and deeply embarrassed quickened her steps.
"Yea, that should be it. Different water, different air and all that, too."
To be completely honest, it felt very good to be appreciated for something she sometimes saw as some kind of curse. During most of her childhood, her ears were not only just a nuisance, but made her eat dirt a couple of times, literally. Such racial bullying made her reconsider her choice of violence, for some of those who had attacked her, this was more than just bad news.
At the soft age of 12, she had become a murderer, accidentally, but she still had killed somebody. Until today, this made the once very cheerful Skyra a dark person at times. She never told anybody she knew.
Recently, though, her old personality managed to slip past her facade of bricks, like just now, being agitated like that just about her itchy ears.
She closed to where her team leader stood, in front of the arriving airship.
"So, boss, is there any trouble at the post where we are stationed? Like, higher activity of petty criminals? Or is it at the gates?", Skyra addressed Krysanthe matter-of-factly.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel Kuze - A curious Rabbit
Ciel couldn't but let a smirk cross her face as she watched some guards run by probably to try and contain Mokuren. Than as if on cue a smoke bomb went off causing more panic and the crowd to go haywire it seemed running every which way. "The chaos is certainly plentiful guess its good of a time as any to take a stroll, after all now time like the present." She muttered to herself as she went through the crowd towards the back hallways she tried to sneak around and to her surprise she was doing pretty well. Reaching the back hallway she searched for the supposed back room though so far it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
"Oh, anyone's fine with me." Sepia said excitedly. She was fairly sure that nothing would get her spirits down on her first mission, so it seemed like a good idea to take advantage of that and be easy to get along with. Combined with the fact that any of these people could be potential friends, it would have been hard to choose anyway. "Who do you want to go with, team leader?" she asked Krystanthe. "You're in charge here." A sudden thought seemed to cross her mind. "Shouldn't we try to be tactical as well?"</s>
<|message|>Ebon Umbranox
As per usual, Ebon kept to himself the entire way there. Even when they arrived to the police station Ebon said nothing, just listening intently. When it was time to figure out their plan Kess and Skyra made the sensible decision of keeping the group together. While Ebon couldn't say he'd enjoy their company (Not that he dislikes it either), it was the best tactical decision to stay together. He wasn't so enthusiastic about the idea of splitting into partners when Kess mentioned it, but he at least could see the reason why. They did need to cover more ground considering that there's five different areas they need to watch over. But when it looked like it was time to chose partners Ebon quickly made his decision.
"I'll go with Skyra Dawn and patrol the Comshops and the Horn of Plenty. Any objections?"</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra shrugged
"I honestly don't care who gets partnered up with me, although I'd still suggest Krys to make the final decision."
She looked at the map for a bit and sighed.
"Although I still think that staying together would have been better, I see your point. It's not a small area..."
When Ebon announced his wish to be teamed up with her, she thought about what her opinion of him was.
To be completely honest, Ebon seemed like a boring guy to her and if there was one thing she absolutely hated, it was being bored.
Well, patrolling the streets mostly is a rather boring thing to do and she was truely honest when she had claimed to be able to work with everybody else on their team. It just takes a tiny bit of adjusting to her partner's abilities to function with 100% efficiency.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Hmmm, Krystanthe thought it over. Ebon seemed to have some sort of shield thingy so he could probably take a hit or two, and Skyra seemed like the kind of person that went in and chopped things until they died kind of thing so the two went together right? Krystanthe knew she could take a hit and Sephia had her stick thing. Sure that sounded good, "Alright, Team 1 is Ebon and Skyra, Team 2, Sehpia and myself. You guys know the plan, time to take on our first mission!" Krystanthe shouted eagerly and began striding away purposefully towards the Red Asphalt area. Maybe if she was lucky she would see a drag race.
@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze, on the move.
"No kidding." the black-haired teen agreed, seemingly materializing out from the thick of the crowd right behind Ciel. In the middle of all the unrest rising in the casino right now, a couple of kids were easy to lose track of. Especially so, considering the guards already had a confirmed threat to worry about.
That being said, they needed to move fast. The longer they stayed out in here, the larger their chances of the jig being up'd be. With that in mind, he quickened his pace as much as he reasonably could without sounding like a charging elephant.
"Don't suppose 'we got lost looking for the bathroom' would be a good alibi, huh?" he muttered in a low voice to his fellow new teammate.</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - The Shelter
Abel was still angry. Sapphire could tell but he was choosing to keep quite about it. The mission was more important after all. Sapphire discovered that she was unable to apologize for her behavior to Abel. There wasn't a way in which she could both say she was sorry for the manner in which she acted without taking back the things she'd said to Shiro. Gren was rational, while he may not like how Sapphire had reacted he could recognize that the faunus needed more self control. Abel on the other was much more emotionally driven. There wasn't anything she could say to him that would make this right without acknowledging that her words to Shiro had been false. Despite how important Sapphire considered the team's unity such a lie wasn't quite within her grasp.
As they entered the building Sapphire got a good look at the layout. The place was filled with cages housing all sorts of animals. Sapphire looked around at each one. This was cruel, some of them were kept in enclosures no bigger than a bedroom closet and others only marginally bigger. Didn't they have facilities to let these animals out in. Sapphire had had a dog in her youth. Several acres of land hadn't been enough space for him. He'd run and jump and bark till someone came to drag him back to the house. He never wanted to be cooped up and Sapphire couldn't imagine that any of these animals were thrilled with the arrangements either.
That was when she realized something. Almost all the animals were sleeping. The ones that were awake for the most part were lying down and all of them looked tired as if they'd run a long distance. Had they been sedated. Sapphire looked the area in disgust. This wasn't right, even if the animals had high aura levels, no matter what they could learn here these facilities were not set up to help the animals the way they should be helped.
The long tongued dog rather surprised Sapphire but no trace of that could be seen on her face. A nasty thought had just occurred to her about this place but she had no supporting evidence so for now it was merely a terrible idea.
Around this time Sapphire's scroll beeped signalling she'd received a text message. Hoping it was a status report from Gren Sapphire was only slightly disappointed to discover it came from Shiro instead. The gist of it was rather disturbing. The presence of Faunus on the island was rather unsettling as was large lizard creatures with an unnerving ability to control a semblance.
Having to fight animals was something that worried Sapphire. In general animals were unpredictable and because their brains didn't function the same way as a humans her semblance served only to agitate and confuse them.
"Come on Abel, we should go see what's beyond those doors. This place is disturbingly empty. I'll feel better when we find someone who can shed some light on what's going on here."</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
"ComShops and Horn it is.", Skyra announced.
Forcefully she grabbed Ebon and jokingly pulled him behind her for a second or two before releasing him again.
"I'd prefer, if we two can do this job quickly and smoothly, so don't keep me waiting."
A few yards into the street where Skyra and Ebon were walking through towards the ComShops, Skyra's attitude changed from seemingly bored to death, to extremely attentive and quite a bit less secure than before. Although she was the one in front, after passing the first electronics shop, she dropped back close to Ebon.
"Don't laugh, if I tell you, I have a bad feeling right now. Something's wrong and I have no idea what it could be, just... keep your eyes open.", she whispered.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Outside the Dragon's Den
The overconfident Antaeus crossed his arms and stood at a relaxed stance, reveling in Mokuren's 'compliments' as his massive ego was unable to see through her sarcasm. That's why he was completely off-guard when she lunged at him in an attack. The large bouncer knew he was too heavy to dodge out of the way in time, so he quickly reached behind his back and grabbed his weapon: a trident. The weapon, still in mid-transformation, clashed with Mokuren's sword. Antaeus deflected the strike enough to prevent it from cleaving him in half, but he was unable to prevent the sword from embedding itself into his side. "I shall drink from your skull!" he shouted in pain. The bouncer may have been 'immortal,' but he still felt pain. Lifting his now complete trident, he raised it above his head and stabbed downward at the huntress-in-training.
Inside the Dragon's Den
The students who were able to make it to the backroom now found themselves in a long hallway. There were several doors in the hallway, but all lead to mostly empty rooms. There was one exception though, a large metal door at the far end. Next to the door was a keypad to unlock it, but the code was currently unknown to the team. The sound of footsteps began to sound from the other side of the door that the students had entered from. The three teens had two options: hide in at least one of empty rooms and wait for the man coming toward them to pass or attack the man and interrogate him for the way inside of the safe-like door.</s>
<|message|>Jack Orpheus
Jack Orpheus | Back Area
"Well, this has to be it... Right?", Jack muttered to himself, looking at the large metal door. Fortunately he didn't seem to run into any guards, so no one knew he was back here except his team. As he took a few steps towards the metal door, he heard it lurch as it appeared to be opening. He wanted to maintain the whole stealth thing, not to mention he wouldn't be able to open it anyway, there appeared to be a keypad, and a code was required to open the door, so he instead decided to hide in one of the empty side rooms and wait and listen. He kept one hand ready on one of his daggers, and stood behind the wall next to the door, so even if they walked in, they wouldn't see him immediately and he would have a chance of an advantageous action.</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren Sabella
This guy, was dumb. So dumb, in fact, that he didn't seem to understand Sarcasm. But, Mokuren had to admit, she was slightly impressed at the way he had drawn his Trident - and the uniqueness of the weapon amused her as well - in time to deflect her sword. It wasn't a total deflection, and Sarasagi managed to take a bit more of his blood from a rather nasty cut in his side. She wondered if he had to obey the rules of blood loss, and was inclined to agree, considering he still felt pain. But then he finished his trident and moved to stab her with it. The strangest thing happened then. Mokuren seemed to slightly maneuver herself so that her head was in the Trident's path, and then use her Semblance to reflect the blow. Then, she would pull out her blade and hope that a trident in the face was enough distraction to slip her sword into his crotch, and vertically bisect him, the sharp edge of Sarasagi ensuring she cut through flesh and bone until it cleanly popped out of the top of his skull.
"Drinking from a person's skull is horribly inefficient. It pours out of their eye sockets whenever you try to fill it up for more than a mouthful" she told the bouncer.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Taking note of everything the boy said, Gren also noticed that Skiro was sending messages through his SCROLL. Gren forgot to report back to Sapphire. Oh well, he'll give her a quick update on what he knows, and what he was going to do, a little bit later. First it seemed like Shiro was able to convince the boy to take him further inside the laboratory. With nothing to hide behind Gren had to make his appearance but only after the boy had entered the building. This way Shiro could plainly see him, not that Gren was ever too great at stealth. It was hard enough just to make his footsteps quiet let alone stay out of sight. Either way Gren followed Shiro inside, but a few paces away as to not alert the young bear fauna's of his presence.
Gren didn't go anywhere that Shiro didn't, and seeing that he wasn't fighting for his life Gren took the moment to send a message to Sapphire.
From:
To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro,
Subject: Let's try to be subtle
Body: "As Kuhaku said, I'm tailing behind him and the bear faunas. I'll see if I can't do something about the security cameras, so try not to wreck them. We should try not to leave a trail."
Of course right as he said that Shiro had just gone and ripped a camera out from the wall. Sighing, Gren sent his message and followed after. He caught up with Shiro and grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him. "Let's try some subtly. Let me handle cameras and security. We don't want to cause any unnecessary stress by acting hasty, yeah?" This was Gren's first attempt to remind Shiro of the event that transpired just a short while ago. If it really mattered to him, Gren hoped that he would take some time to consider what his actions did, reflect on it, and try to do something about it... Though that was a lot to do in a few minutes. So just some coaxing for now. The training can be done later.
Letting Shiro go to follow the bear faunas Gren went to the now destroyed camera. Shiro didn't leave him much to work with but Gren had everything he needed anyways. Blocking the immediate view with his massive frame Gren took off the gauntlet on one of his hands, revealing his dull green hand. Which than revealed to have a removable compartment on the wrists, and inside contained a multitude of wires and, tubes, and mildly luminescence glowing bits. He pulled some choice wires out from his wrists and grabbed what few wires he could get a hold of from the wall. The tip of the wire from his wrists began to change shape to accommodate the new wires that were being fed into it. Now he just needed to do a bit of "reprogramming". Normally impossible to do from just the wire feed from a camera... But Gren wasn't doing things normally, so after a few minutes he was able to get most of the cameras around the facility to go on a loop. He was certain here were some cameras that were still functioning normally, but that was due to the fact that they were connected to the same system the other cameras were. It seemed like there were more security systems elsewhere in this facility, which meant there was some need to have a double-layer security system instead of just one. He also managed to pull some of the footage since the security's past boot up. There was a lot to filter through, but he just put the videos on double speed and watched from on the visor of his helmet.
Putting his gauntlet back on Gren sent his findings to the others.
From:
To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro,
Subject: Security Feed
Body: "I've dealt with the cameras. Most of them around the main building should no longer be an issue now. However I've detected another security station with their own cameras that I couldn't reach. I suspect what we need to find would be around there. I also managed to get the security feed from today. Review it on your own time.
Attachments:Security01.mpg, Security02.mpg, Security03.mpg, Security04.mpg, Security05.mpg, Security06.mpg, Security07.mpg, ..."
The videos weren't high quality but that wasn't Gren's fault. The facility was using some old stuff. Sending his text to the others Gren than took to the ceiling and continued to try to be stealthy.
Escort Mission
About fifteen minutes into the trip and there was talk on the radio.
"Slow down fellas. Looks like we might have to take a detour."
Ahead of the front truck one of the quarts crystals seem to have fallen over and blocked most of the road. This caused everyone to tense up. If there was any place for an ambush to happen, it was here. Team MODA would have about five minutes to get ahead of the trucks and clear the crystals out if they didn't want the trucks to stop moving. All the while, things were still quiet. There were sounds of wildlife in the distance, but it was rather silent near the trucks. Almost too silent...
The quartz crystal blocking the path was about the size of a medium sized tree (four meters in length, average diameter of a meter maybe smaller, weight likely well over a thousand kg likely a tonne) but fortunately broken into three pieces already instead of one whole piece. If two of the three pieces were removed, the trucks could squeeze on through. Additionally simple observation would be able to deduce this much: There were truck tracks going past the fallen quartz, suggestion that this is a fairly recent development, and there's no obvious signs that this massive crystallized object was dragged here. Rather, it looked like it was formed along the side of the road and simply fell. There is, however, many small ant-sized holes inside the quartz. And unlike most of the others quarts crystals scattered about the area, this quartz was almost pitch black. There were some, but they were located further away and were much smaller than the more white quartz.
Patrol Mission
At the ComShops, business was bustling, but otherwise peaceful. People packed the streets browsing, purchasing, or hawking various technological hardware for "Great deals". Most of it were computers and computers accessories. The only real trouble was how aggressive some of these merchants were; neither Ebon nor Skyra could go more than ten feet without someone coming up to them and trying to get them to look at their goods or taking a brochure. And while they were easy enough to fend off, the two would be approached by at least fifteen before something interesting happened.
Walking through the ComShops district was a rather colorful group of girls. Unlike most regular customers, the merchants gave this group a lot of space. And it seemed like Skyra's and Ebon's appearance caught the attention of one of the girls with two small anchors attached to a chain, which she wore as a sort of belt. This girl detached herself from her friends and came over to the two. "Oi. I've never seen your faces around here before. I bet yer with Beacon, aren't you?" While her question was innocent enough, it was rather obvious that she was putting on an air of intimidation.
The Red Asphalt district, unlike the ComShops, were much quieter. While there were cars driving the streets, they were going at a modest speed and for mundane reasons. Still Krystanthe and Sephira would get to see and pass by many different types of cars and vehicles, some tuned for the purpose of racing, others that just looked gaudy as hell and with the purpose of being flashy and bright. The more they explored the stranger the Red Asphalt district was, turning from "Street Racing district" to "Rice Rockets and Itashas". And if the cars were strange enough, the people working on them were.
This this group of young men who approached the two girls. While they had the air of being troublemakers and playboys, their... Appearance may make others question just how legitimate their success was. The leader, the one openly showing his... "Chest hair" and wearing sunglasses, approached to flirt. "Hello cuties, I'd never though I'd see works of art like you in a place like this. Here for some modeling? I'm sure you two could show these dweebs around here what a real girl is like, right guys?" The other two young men spoke in agreement as they stood by the side of the presumed leader. "Say, why don't we go get some tea and talk? We'd love to get to know you ladies more."
The cat on his chest meowed cutely at Krystanthe and Sephira, reaching out with it's paw as if asking to play with them.</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra absolutely hated this. She got bumped around and shoved around like crazy. At some point she resorted to fiercely hissing at one of the shopkeepers.
The point was, she didn't want to pull out her weapon at all, scaring civilians wasn't exactly part of the plan.
Now, however, she, walking in front of Ebon, was blocked by that girl.
Not even directly answering the girl's question, she glared at her, cat-ears twitching with annoyance.
"You want trouble? No? Then move the fuck out of my way...", Skyra growled, her mood seriously in the gutter now.
She despised being touched and some of the merchants did go way too far for her taste. And now someone who thought it was a good idea to step in front of this tiny cat Faunus.
Now Skyra was mad enough to even bare her fangs.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</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> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</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> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission
Watching the next round impact the dust truck was...magnificent. It showed the true power of nature's greatest weapon. Fire, water, light, all sorts of energies and forces burst out from the truck, the shockwave knocking Oswald clean from the hull of the Unsubtle, only for him to appear just above it and land with a solid thunk. "Holy hell, that hurt. No way those bug bastards survived that, being right in the center of it all." Even though there would certainly be more bugs, there were a lot fewer now, and that was a point for team MODA.
Seeing the truck fall on its side was worrying, but as they approached, Oswald noticed that the driver was still alive. Shaken, but alive. "Good, we've got a chance of this not going completely ass-end up. I don't see that stunt earning us many points, but as long as we succeed this mission, we'll have done better than the drivers alone." Giving the truck's doors a pair of knocks, Oswald called out to the drivers inside. "It's just us. We're gonna try and get you upright. Hang on tight."</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> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Gren spent the ride back in silence. Even when Shiro asked him his question, Gren said nothing. All he did was nod as a confirmation that he wouldn't say a thing. It's not as though Shiro was as subtle (Or willing to be subtle) as Gren was when it came to secrets. Speaking of secrets, what Gren was doing now was messaging his White Fang contacts through his wifi. He didn't blatantly just go to any old member tell him everything he wanted to say. No, he needed to be secretive, able to hide from the cyber police who would monitor him. And what a better way to be secretive than to be acting? Gren was on a roleplaying web site called "RPGuild", where he PM'd a few of his buddies about an upcoming side plot involving the capture of a pop singer. He named the location and a vague strategy of how to capture the sing he called "Bait-and-switch". A link was provided. He intended to take the pop star as she was a particular fan of Gren's character, also for her own safety after he uncovers a much more sinister plot worse than his fanboyism.
At some point Gren actually forgot that he was sending a secret message to his White Fang associates and actually went into great detail about his side plot. By the time the team arrived back to Beacon Gren was still elaborating on his side-plot-turned-into-a-big-mess with his GM. There Vale Authorities were already there to take in the Pops and the others for questioning. Pop's trial was going to take some time, but eventually he'll mysteriously "Disappear" in the hands of the White Fang. Now it was up to them to take care of it, though tomorrow he'll head to Pop's computer to take the research and ensure no one else steals the information but him.
As the team left the ship Shiro mentioned that he was going to stay back, seemingly to maintenance his weapon. It struck it odd to Gren that Shiro would want to do that here instead of say, back at the dorm or in one of the weapon shops. Gren figured that Shiro just didn't want to get in Sapphire's way however; it was likely that she too was going to head either to her room or to one of the workshops to either rest or make herself new weapons, respectively. Seeing that he had very little to do himself, Gren stepped up to his leader. "You'll be needing a weapon before tomorrow. Preferably something you're comfortable with. Do you need any help from me, Sapphire?"
Caravan Mission
The truck drivers remained inside the truck, though they did shout out to Oswald that they had some heavy duty chains in a container on the underside of the truck. If he looked for a few minute he'd find a plastic container with chains, hooks, and other gadgets that would be useful for hauling vehicles, or in this instance flipping it back on it's wheels. There were a few hook holds on the top of the truck they could attach hooks to, though it would require some acrobatics to climb up to them even with the truck on it's side.
Meanwhile back at the camp, the remaining schnee guardsmen took the opportunity to set up a kill zone in front of the mine. Specifically, it looked like they were ready to shoot anything that came out of the mine. There was only seven of them left, only two of them who were suffering from some sort of injury. The eldest one, the one that Diamond and Oswald spoke to, ordered the younger guardsman to get Team MODA. Their problems, as well as their mission, wasn't over yet.
Patrol Mission
The girl's intent to flood the streets started to break apart when Skyra first uprooted the girl's anchor, causing the anchor girl to get caught in her own rough torrent. She aligned herself quickly, but not quickly enough before she realized she was surrounded by Ebon's R-types. She pulled her anchors close to her to shield herself, but she couldn't shield every part of her. The lasers ripped through the water and into the girl. But before her Aura gave out, the water dropped, and the anchor girl was gone.
"That was a nice fight. But I have to ask; what exactly are you fighting for?"
The voice came from one of the women from anchor girl's gang. Anchor girl herself was in the arms of the tiger faunas, looking rather worse-for-wear but alive. The woman who speak was the one with gradient blond/purple hair. She wore sunglasses and was the second tallest in the group. She seemed to be the leader. The entire group had the literal high ground as most were standing on the roof of the various shops and vendors. One of the girls were missing.
At the Land of Walt the line for the Ursa Hammer game was getting short, so one of the carnies called out to Krysthane. "Hey pretty lady! Wanna play? Just hit the Ursa and get a free ice cream. Hit em hard enough and you'll even get a special prize! I gotta tell ya though, no one's gotten the prize yet, but it's so worth it! Come on, first swing's for free!" A big burly man tried to smash the ursa in the face, but he failed despite swinging so hard he actually broke the hammer. He did manage to get 80% of the way there however. The carny was unphased at the turn of events and simply pulled another rubber hammer out from a bucket near by. It was next to another bucket containing broken hammers. The big guy left dejected, but at least got ice cream.</s>
<|message|>Napoli Fiordilatte
Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour (Cafeteria)
"Just ignore Gratia, she's just jealous she didn't think of the idea. After all, she's way too poor to afford a decent pillow herself, as far as I'm concerned with my eyes closed on the people I can imagine the feathers came from just about anywhere," A large grin spread across Napoli's face, "Comfort is a thing to be enjoyed after all, and a Hunter's life is rough enough. Is it so wrong to have a nice pillow."
Turning his attention off of his irksome teammate, Napoli began speaking to his more level headed leader. "Come on Boss, it's not like I'm ask you to date anyone, just join in on the little bet. Speaking of which," Napoli once more turned his attention to Bianca, "In terms of what I can offer you. Well... let me think." There was a slight pause as a truly brilliant idea brewed within the confines of Napoli's beautiful mind. Napoli let out another chuckle as he began speaking again, this idea was just that brilliant.
"Bianca, if you're one the most beautiful women I've met, then that means I just have to be the wittiest mind you've ever met. If you win our little bet, you'll get a one of kind, signed Napoli Fiordilatte limited edition Joke Book, complete with an entire section on how to aggravate Gratia. I don't know about you, but I'd say that's a pretty priceless work of art. One for the history books."
I really am a genius.
All that said, Napoli did realize that he had to take his teammate's whisper into account, so it was time to slightly amend the terms and conditions. "So how about this for the bet, we give it two months, if you've found a suitable boy or girl via your flyers that you've been with for at least 2 weeks, you win the joke book. Otherwise I win the pillow. I'll even tip it a little in your favor, if you have a significant other by the end of the two months but it hasn't been two weeks, we'll let the bet go into overtime and make sure that relationship has time to finish it's two weeks."
"Sound good?"
Of course I don't see why it wouldn't. One of my most greatest ideas after all. Napoli mused to himself, as he reached for another slice of pizza. It was then that he felt it, an odd breeze was coming in and as a sniper the hunter was particularly intune with such phenomena. Knowing the speed and direction of the wind was pretty essential after all, and this breeze seemed to be originating from inside. Rather odd, but honestly he didn't care that much. In fact, it was rather amusing watching people chase after their plates, a comical scene really. He'd probably let this one go on for a little longer, let the others get worked up over it.</s>
<|message|>Bianca Nuit
Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour
"Oh it's not that bad Gratia, it's not like the feathers are still connected to me. For all I know if I don't give him a pillow we'll find him scavenging for my fallen feathers in a week or two." Bianca deduced. Besides, she knew that she had the softest feathers of anyone she'd ever met, so it only made sense that her teammates had pillows made of them. That way they had a leg up on the competition.
Bianca felt a graceful caress against her legs and she saw a few plates fly up in the distance. She pinned her left hand to her right thigh keeping her skirt where it ought to be and glanced around at the table. "Well I know almost everyone's abilities at this table. And no one I know has the ability to make me flash the table across from us." Bianca said shooting a look that could kill a person towards Emerald.
But she didn't hold it, instead she diverted her attention back to Napoli. "I'll tell you what, you've got a deal, I'll throw my flyers up and if I can find a partner before two months is up, that joke book is mine." Bianca said swiftly throwing a wink Gratia's way. Bianca didn't wink for flirtation techniques, although passerby might think so with the way she carried herself. But that was sort of the point. Instead Bianca was notifying Gratia there was a reason she was accepting this stupid bet. Seriously, the best pillow money could buy for a joke book.
"Seriously though Emmy cut this shit out." Bianca snapped growing tired of holding her skirt down. Bianca found Beacon pretty alright, but more than anything she thirsted for adventure, battle, something. She wanted or rather, needed something to quell the thirst for a mission in her bones. She decided that once the group had finished their meal she would demand they search for a mission, her demands only worked every once in a while, typically when the group shared an interest in her demands. They may been a dysfunctional group, but they figure it out pretty well.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald
Curses my plans have been foiled again!
The wind stopped as Emerald's ears drooped, she'd been far too obvious, the others had figured out it was her already. Still, to maintain her dignity she acted like nothing had happened and took a long swig of her soda. A realllyyy long swig...
She managed to chug the whole can, catching her breath as she finished. She grabbed another soda can, all that sugar.
Nyahahahaha...okay stop that. As she popped the can open and took a sip she wondered what to do next, she wasn't hungry anymore. The rest of the group all knew each other, had known each other for a long time. But Emmy? No she was just a stranger, she didn't know them and they didn't know her. It sort of made it difficult to engage in conversation.
With a heavy sigh Emerald put her head on the table, looking at the others sideways was sort of interesting...not really.</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra took a deep breath to get her stamina back. After she spun around on the heels of her boots, she lowered her swords, both still energized, though.
Then she huffed.
"You're the leader of this merry gang of circus clowns? We were tasked by the VPD to patrol the streets and stuff. As your... mate already guessed, we're hunters in training from Beacon. I would kindly ask you to keep out of trouble and all that majizz. I can't be arsed to fight anymore, if I don't have to."
She shrugged and yawned a bit.
This patrolling business was pretty boring, she thought, although she just had fought one of the more exciting battles of her career as a fighter.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly
While he was returning from the cafeteria after a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, waffles and eggs, Oswald noticed several students whispering to each other and laughing. Looking around, he quickly realized what they were talking about: Robert Fallson, leader of Team RPGD, was walking around....wearing only a towel.
What the hell? Was this some kind of joke? Was everybody being watched and recorded to see their reactions? Oswald couldn't help but laugh as a result of what he was seeing. This guy wasn't even trying to get back into his dorm! He was just casually exploring around the school while wearing a towel, and nothing else!
Trying to force his laughter down as he approached the boy, Oswald failed miserably, still chuckling as he started speaking. "So...Robert. You, uh...you having a good morning?"</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Beacon Academy
Robert continued his casual walk through the hallways of Beacon, trying his hardest not to show how much he hated everyone staring at him and laughing. He never felt comfortable being the center of attention, especially when he's half-naked. It wasn't really stage fright or anything. He wasn't that he was afraid he'd mess up. It just made him feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Robert searched his mind to put a word to this feeling or at least explain it to himself better, but his train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of another student's voice addressing Robert directly.
Finally, someone decided to approach him instead of just avoiding the strange student. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, not really. Got locked out of my room and I can't get back inside. And as you can see, I didn't exactly... dress properly for being out in public," Robert replied. "You're, uh, Oswald right? From Team MODA? Think I remember seeing you and your teammates after the entrance test-thing. So how's your day going? Probably better than mine."</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel | Vale
"perhaps" Ciel said offhand she was unsure but it really seemed that he was either against her getting a haircut or just liked pushing his point at times. Either way she thought he did have a point in the fact that perhaps "special" hairclips could help her in this situation. "All things considered I suppose we should probably get going as soon as we finished eating" she said as she motioned towards the waiter bringing them their ordered dishes. "Ah thank you for agreeing to help me with my current errands" Ciel said.</s>
<|message|>Jack Orpheus
Jack Orpheus | Vale
"Hey no worries. Ever need any help, you can call me", they were on the same team after all. After they finished their meals, Jack led her to the place he was talking about, where you can get battle gear made or repaired.
"Ayyyyy, how's it going old man?", the store had all assortments of armour, some of which were familiar, since some students at Beacon wore it.
"Oh, it's you Jack, here's your coat back. Are you sure you don't want to put a new weave inside it? The material is sturdy, but really old, and wouldn't hold up against certain things... Also don't call me old man", the old man went out back for a moment before handing Jack his coat in a bag.
"I think I'll be fine... Speaking of which, my team mate here needs some new gear, can you do that?", Jack motioned over to Cian as he spoke.
"Of course I can, so what's your name? What kind of armor? What weapon do you use? Anything else?", he asked Cian rather quickly.
"One at a time old man",
"Don't call me old man",
"But yeah... So what'll it be Cian?", he turned back to her. She had options... Like a new outfit, or just her old outfit.
"Oh don't worry about costs too much by the way, if you're a student at Beacon you get a big discount. They pay for most of it", well there you have it.</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
After fungerations with Bleep Bloops that most people call people, Mokuren was on her way to see Skyra. She wouldn't dare admit to anyone that she actually got lost on the way there, because that would be evil and rude and not very nice. Because they would laugh, and she would stab them, and that was no way to go about getting friends.
But, still, The World Was Beautiful! Or so she exclaimed, without ever having that thought before, and quite possibly never having that thought again. The world was just The world, annd while something was nice, it wasn't exactly beautiful. What was beautiful, was this door. In front of her. She was Ostrich to the power of Emu sure that it was the right door, and even if it wasn't, knocking on it would only disturb a colony of butterflies on the other side of the world, and destroy a statute of the Dragon Reborn, erasing all possible evidence that he had ever been around from the world. So, with that kind of pressure, Mokuren knocked on the door that was Skyra's, or at least she hoped it was Skyra's.</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Without much movement Skyra burrowed her face into the book she was reading. It was quite interesting. The part she was just reading was an essay on why Faunus are nothing but animals and share nothing with humans.
Why you ask would Skyra, a professed Faunus rights movement partaker, read such a thing?
To be honest, she herself didn't know either, but she laughed heartily at the stupidity of the author, a Rudolph Nittler. The essay had the peculiar title "Mein Krampf", where he describes the brain cramps he supposedly got when touching a Faunus, trying to convince people that Faunus are poisonous or something like that.
Rather sudden, the door got knocked upon.
Skyra did a backflip off her bed to land just in front of the door and opened it to find the familiar face of the fox-girl she encountered earlier in the gym. The girl that disappeared when she went to the locker room to change.
"Uhm... hi? Hey, Moku. Why did you just... vanish earlier?"</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren grinned at Skyra as she opened the door. It was nice to see that it wasn't the opening to the Deep Temple, where Cthulu Lay Sleeping. But, having such a thing in a school would be stupid. And the perfect place to hide it.
"Ohh, well, you said about being cheesy, then I started wondering about cheese, so I went to get you some cheese so you could also be cheesy. I can't stay, I do have things to do, but dropped by to give you this" she took of her backpack and handed it to Skyra, giving her many pieces of wrapped cheese, different shapes and flavours, all yummy.
"I hope you enjoy it. Staying is, unfortunately, not really in the books. I have to get.....some things, but maybe I will see you tommorow?" She asked, a soft ring in her tone that might have been hopeful if it was anyone but Mokuren. As it was Mokuren, however, the ring was just a ring.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald
"I seeeeee...." Emerald mused, actually having no idea what any of those words meant either. Ah well, it didn't matter, she'd stopped caring what a 'hick' was at that point. "My bed is fine, it's a pretty sturdy piece of furniture." She couldn't say the same for the ceiling, but who cared if there was a few cracks in it? Right?
Emerald looked around the gym, with the fight between Gren and Ebon over, Emmy couldn't help but feel like she wanted to have a little fight of her own. She looked at Diamond...no she'd already had a match with Diamond in the arena the other day. She'd need to find a different opponent, that way she wouldn't know what tricks they had, and they won't know what tricks she had either. The problem was she didn't know who'd be a good candidate, she didn't know a lot of people yet.
But Diamond knew people! "Diamond! Who around here could I fight with!?" She pumped her fists. "I wanna beat someone up!"</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
"My point exactly." Diamond chuckled when Emmy still had no idea about the meaning of the word. She'd have to get that girl reading to expand her vocabulary. As for her other inquiry though, Diamond frowned. She did suggest Emmy take PE class to fix her close range weakness, but that would take time. "Fair opponent? For you? Here? A sandbag. Everyyone else her would mop the floor with you until you buff up somewhat and learn some technique to boot. If you want a fair match, go look around the practice class. There'd be plenty of those during schooltime though. You sure you don't want to do something more relaxing?" the thief suggested.</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock
"Likewise," she replied, but the sentiment was not particularly evident in either her stance or tone of voice.
There. She had introduced herself to this Luke Schwarz (finally a name to utilise rather than referring to him constantly as "the boy") and now they were on their merry way, shuffling through the gaping wound of a loading door that the shitty airship had opened up for them. Which meant that she saw no real further use in conversing with her fellow teenager. Small talk was unnecessary when the time utilised for it was open to be used by different activities, and Gratia was intent on making the most out of the trip in a manner more befitting herself.
There was no fanfare to their boarding of the airship, and it was with little pomp or ceremony that the jacketed Huntress found herself, coincidentally, sitting next to the boy (Luke Schwarz, right) she had been talking to only a minute or so prior.</s>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Beacon Academy
Oswald shook his head as Robert mentioned his team name. "We're MODE now. Aurelius got replaced by this hyper little kitty. Not as crazy as Shiro, but....well, she's still a bit bouncy. Yes, bouncy, that's a good term for it." As for being locked out of his room, Oswald had nothing. "Looks like you might wanna track down your team mates, actually. Other than that, the only thing I could think of would be to break down the door, but that's...more than a little excessive."
"As for my day, it's not bad. Got my running in, just had some breakfast, and I was about to head back to my dorm and....change...out of my training gear." Guiltily rubbing the back of his head, Oswald shrugged. "I'd offer you something to cover up with, but I somehow doubt my clothes would fit your frame. At all."</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra smiled, but then stared at the cheese. Cheese?
"Uhm... thank's for the cheese, I guess... am I allowed to share it with my team? I can't possibly eat it all on my own"
She picked up the bag and weighed it in her hand. It seemed extra large to her, mostly due to her dwarfish size, but her strength compensated for that fact enough to counteract her size.
"Yeah, sure. But tomorrow's school, remember? Let's meet up after school, then, right?"</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</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>
<|message|>Oswald Connoly
Oswald Connolly- Team MODE Dorm -> Airdocks
His shower finished, Oswald strode into the team's dorm room again, looking between Emerald and Diamond before shrugging. "Don't think I didn't hear that, kitty!" Feigning an angry look at the sheer audacity required to invite yourself along to someone else's plans, Oswald giggled and walked to his bed, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. "Could actually be a decent idea. Make it a....kinda....part of...our team...thing. Seriously, what the hell has Marcus been up to? It feels like he spends all his time with that damned tank. And that's coming from me."
Deciding to ignore his team leader's seemingly perpetual absence, Oswald pulled out a simple brown leather belt and slowly weaved it through his pants' belt loops. It wouldn't do to have his pants fall off, as unlikely as that was. "Well, I'm gonna get on my way to the airdocks, hope you lazy bums are about ready!"</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks
Shiro stood amongst the crowd of students awaiting a bird to take them to the city proper. As he waited, Scoot excitedly ran around him in circles. Curiously sniffing and looking at each student but never ventured too far from Shiro's side. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, Shiro sighed. He was bored. Remembering that in some uncontrollable fit that he had shattered his brand-new Scroll caused him to groan and shake his head. Palming his forehead, he severely regretted having done so. Questioning what could have possibly caused him to do such a stupid thing in the first place or why the thought even crossed his mind. If he had his Scroll, he could easily just plaster his face to its glowing screen to play a mobile game, surf the Internet, listen to music or something other than just standing around waiting in a line. He hated waiting for anything, being terribly impatient.
Ears and tail perking, a new idea struck him. Distracting him from his self-loathing.
"That's what I can do while I'm out! I can get a cheap little music player and some earphones!"
Checking his pockets for his wallet, he opened it to see exactly how much Lien he had. The disheartening reality of it was, he didn't have much.
"Aww, man. I don't think I even have enough for one. Much less be able to put some songs onto it. And custom Faunus-fitted earbuds can get pricey..."
Sighing again, he closed his wallet and pocketed it. Maybe he could ask to borrow some money from Abel or Gren, surely they wouldn't mind as long as he paid them back. Speaking of Gren, maybe it would more prudent to just have his comrade make him a makeshift Scroll or media device. Hell, the two of them could probably work on it together. As Shiro pondered on his financial situation, Scoot's excitement came to a head as the adorable little rodent relegated himself to just sprinting around Shiro in a fervor. Telepathically exclaiming "Fun! Fun!" repeatedly, granting Shiro some odd looks and whispers. Scratching the back of his head, Shiro nervously chuckled.
"H-he's my friend. Don't mind him."
Shiro tried his best to shoot a glare at the ferret. As if to tell the creature to tone it down. It wasn't Shiro's intention to stick out like a sore thumb today, he merely wanted peace. The ferret replied with a momentary pause and head tilt before resuming his activities. Causing Shiro to sigh once again and shake his head.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Robert Fallson - Beacon
Robert waved goodbye to the helpful school janitor as he walked down the hallway to continue his janitorial duties. The man had used his keys to open Robert's, now unlocked, dorm and allow him to finally change into real clothes and grab his wallet, Scroll, etc. "Ah, feels good to be able blend in with the normal people, again. Now that that fiasco has been taken care of, what to do next?" he said to himself out loud. Looking down at his Scroll to check the time, Robert expression brightened as he said, "Plenty of time to head toward the city and do... whatever other teenagers do. What do kids my age do anyway?"
When Robert finally reached his destination at the docks, he was still lost in thought, obviously counting something on his fingers. "... There's video games but I don't own any system to play them on. I've never been good at sports. Ooh comic books! Or are those only for nerdy teenagers. Ah whatever, it's still a thing some teenagers do," he said as he added another finger to the count on his hand. "Okay, how 'bout-" Robert's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the repetition of a single word in his head: "Fun!" "What is that? It's like... it's playing in my head, but it's not my actually my thought. This is kinda weird, but cool at the same time. Where's it coming from?" Robert looked from student, trying to see if any of them gave a hint to whether they were the culprit for the voice inside his head. Even the oftentimes oblivious Robert could see that everyone was looking at Shiro and Scoot and that it was most likely because one of the two were the culprits.
"Hey there. I'm Robert," he introduced himself to the pair, hand held forward for a handshake. "Wait a minute, tiger-faunus, hyperactive ferret. You're Shiro right?! Abel's teammate!" Robert shouted, finally realizing the identity of the student in front of him. He then reached for the ferret that sat at the fellow student's feet. "And you must be Scoot," he said as he tried to scratch behind the small mammal's ears.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane grinned happily, it sounded like it was all going to work out. "Okay, I'll see if I can get my team and be there. Sounds like a date." She said and hurriedly made her way to her dorm to gather her teammates mentally rebuking herself. Did she actually just say "Sounds like a date?" To an actual person? For something that was happening in 10 minutes. Gawds that was stupid for a number of reasons. She came to the dorm just in time to see someone leave, looking inside she found that luckily her whole team was there.
"Awesome, guess what we get to doooo?" Krysthane asked excitedly and then contiuned without waiting for an answer, "We get to go bowling with another team!" Upon closer inspection it appeared Sepia had somehow managed to impale herself upon a sewing needle. "How dear however did you do that." Krysthane said worriedly as she hurried over to help carefully attempting to extract the needle from Sepia's nose. "So are you all ready to go?" Krysthane asked looking at her team expectantly, "Cause if so we need to get a move on, we're expected to be airship dock in 10 minutes."</s>
<|message|>Assumed: Diamond Frost
"I can't find my wallet!" Diamond whined, diving under her bed to check there before checking under the sheets. Fortunately it was in the 'safe place' right under her pillow. Plus one point for drunk me, knowing where to put important stuff. she thought for herself with a relieved smile as she sat on the bed and dug a picture from the accessory, looking at it for a second before clutching it over her chest and putting it back.
Stuffing the wallet into proper pocket in her coat, she looked up and shrugged. "Sure thing, nothing else to do with the evening anyhow. And come on, that monstrosity must take a lot of maintenance. and if it breaks down, we're all walking." she shrugged off Marcus' absence, disturbingly used to it by now.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
IC: Emerald
Emerald leaped out of the bed, but seeing as she was still tangled up in sheets she tripped and crashed onto the floor all clumsy like. "I'll be ready in a minute I just need to change real quick!" She said hastily as she untangled herself from her sheets and got off the floor. She still hadn't managed to actually get out of her pajamas. She quickly went through her things to pick out an outfit for their venture into the town.
"Say Diamond...do you think if I asked nicely, Marcus would let me drive the tank?" She wondered curiously as she grabbed a green shirt along with a skirt. Since she was in a rush she didn't wait for an answer as she went into the bathroom and closed the door to get changed. She came out a minute later, playing with her hair. "I wonder if he needs a license to drive that thing..." She wondered.
"And hey! Don't call me a bum!" She said, pointing at Oswald accusingly. "Or I'll...tickle you!" It hadn't come out quite as threatening as she'd hoped.</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
All the time that had past, Skyra was lying in her bed reading... well, except for a little gym session on the floor of the dorm which she was just about doing at the moment when Sepia complained about a needle in her nose. Or well... she would have noticed if she weren't showering right that moment. And when Krys entered the room, Skyra just exited the shower, more or less fully dressed in pretty sporty clothes.
"Bowling? And I don't have time to dress for a casual outing? Oh, come on!, Skyra moaned, her hair barely dry. "Can I at least have the time to not have to go out in gym clothes? Makes me look even more like a dude.", she laughed.</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
"I...left it on my bed." Sepia laughed nervously as the needle came loose from her palm and nose with Krysthane's assistance. "Thanks." Reaching over to an open drawer in the top of her dresser, her ears pricked up as she pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.
"More like a dude? You look very...feminine." She was about to say 'cute', but realized that it could come off as condescending, especially since Skyra was probably a year older than herself.
After carefully cleaning the wounds on her palm and the left of her nose, Sepia slid a small silver stud into the accidental 'piercing'.
"Almost." she replied to Krysthane's question. "I just need to change clothes first."</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
A slight blush formed on Skyra's cheeks which she shook off quickly enough. She quickly dashed to her dresser and pulled out a casual t-shirt and put on a plaid, absolutely not very feminine-looking, skirt over her gym shorts, so that they peeked out from underneath her skirt.
"That should make it look less like I just came back from gym."
Nevertheless, she still wondered why she cared about her outfit so much lately. Luckily nobody had pressured her to put on make-up so far. She preferred to go mostly natural, except maybe for some light foundation and slight eye liner.
Gods... her thoughts were deviating again...
She gave a quiet thumbs up to Krys and waited for the rest of the group to finish their preperations.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Vega Venetia and Gratia Mindaro - Shopping
The walk to upper class was uneventful for both Gratia and Vega. When they arrived at the outskirts of it, it became eventful as Vega summery outfit attracted men and women to flirt on her. Once they arrived to the store Vega was eying, Future Worlds Apparel, Vega got her jacket while getting attracted to the other future-style clothing they had in store picking taking up much more time. By then, they were many people indoors and a long line at the cashier. After all, FWA was running a seventy-percent off on all merchandise.
Vega sighed with relief. "Finally I got my futuristic scarf, jacket, and bandana. What do you think Gratia" making a smirk towards her.
Around Vega and Gratia in were various other shoppers checking out the clothing and conversing, and the sounds of walking.
"A fucking bandana."
Gratia's voice was flat, but a certain sense of contempt and distaste could be felt oozing into her tone. Incorporating a bandana into an outfit was an exercise in futility unless you lived twenty years ago, and they weren't usually so bloody huge. Seriously, that thing her team leader was holding looked like it could cover the entirety of a human head with ridiculous ease, let alone just wrap around the forehead. She could probably use it as a towel if she wanted to! And Vega wanted to wear it with a ... scarf? A scarf and bandana? In a jacket that covered the neck?
"The only redeeming feature of that outfit is the colour," she said bluntly, moving closer to her team leader to inspect the clothes. "Your fashion sense just took a nosedive straight into dogshit. A gigantic fucking bandana and a scarf with a buckle?"
The young huntress took the bandana from her compatriot, unravelling it up to its full size. 100cm by 100cm. An entire square metre of cotton that would probably only work if worn on the neck? Just having it meant that the scarf was essentially fucking useless because nobody was going to wear a scarf over something that was basically a neckerchief. Even disregarding the thing, who wore a fucking scarf over a neck that was already covered? It wasn't winter. It was like wearing a scarf over a turtleneck!
"This is way too fucking big," continued Gratia, her tone unchanged. "Unless you plan on pledging allegiance for a gang of cunts that loiters in supermarket carparks, don't even think of buying."
She tossed it back to the leader of Team VGNB with remarkable precision. "You're going to look like a fucking Gossypium in the wind with it on your head, and don't even get me started on that greyass buckled thing. Why wear it with a jacket that already covers the goddamn neck? Even if you buy the thing on its lonesome it's still a scarf with a buckle on it. It's tacky as shit and the colour stops it from meshing well with a lot of shit in people's wardrobes."
Gratia shook her head, releasing an exasperated sigh of disappointment. "The jacket's ... decent I guess? You'd better discard the rest of the outfit. But is black even your fucking colour though?"
Vega face then showed disappointment. "You...really think so? I like clothing that represents the future." She then looked down at the scarf she was holding. She is right about the scarf but the bandana is nice. I can wear it whenever I'm playing some cyberpunk game along with the jacket but is black really my color? Vega thought for a moment. She was never the type for darker moody colors though did have some darker type of clothing back at her dorm. Looking at it, she felt distaste from looking. "Huh, I suppose I just got attracted of it because of its futurism." She then hanged back the clothes with callousness. Having a friend who was critical, while hard to get used to at first was had its benefits and turned her head to see something more suitable for her. "Hey check this out" as she pointed to the jacket and grabbed it off from the clothes line. She checked it on herself putting on her body to see if it would suit her. "What do you think" holding it up."
"Futurism? All this shit is contemporary as fuck."
Hell, the jacket could have easily served as their uniform blazer from a short distance, and the garb demanded of all Haven students had barely changed in the last fifty or so years, if those random displays in the school museum were any indication. Gratia had yet to see sleek silver jumpsuits that were all the rage in sci-fi anywhere, so this Future Worlds Place was not living up to its name at all. Where were the rainbow-shit dresses? Gigantic pink afro wigs? She couldn't see anything around that wouldn't be out of place in a store that didn't possess the stench of pampered rich kids with too much time to waste.
"Why is there a bloody flag?"
And why the fuck was it inside in the coat?
Vega took a peek of the inside of the jacket. "I have no clue" turning her head back to Gratia. Maybe their is something significant about this flag. Never seen it before." Vega then took a look around the store packed with people looking at the various clothing. "This store is more like near futuristic to some extent, mostly contemporary but futuristic a little. Check out those" as she pointed to a specific clothing hanging. "Wearing one of those makes me feel like I would live on a base on the moon...well not possible since it shattered." Looking around, "Come to think of it is futuristic" as she looked at several posters Future Noir House of Neon Ibiza Haze Daisuki Vibes Cybercore showing that it was coming soon yet the date showed it was coming in today.
Vega then put her hand on her chin, contemplating. Now it made sense. "It's 70% percent off because they are trying to sell their old that was once deemed futuristic clothing and replace it with those new ones. So this clothing store is futuristic...when the clothing comes in which I don't see right now. YES, I am smart.
"Fucking nobody sells everything off at 70% just to make room for new merch," stated the coated Huntress bluntly, glancing at the crowds that were in the store. "This is a fire sale."
Really, doing this type of shit on a whim only devastated profit margins.
"Just try on your fucking jacket and make a decision," she said impatiently, pocketing her hands. "I can't be arsed wasting my time in a shop whose rich idiot owners think that dork-looking whores in bikinis is the future."
Vega tried on her jacket. It was comfy and wearing made her feel revolutionary… "VIVA LA FRANCE" she said somewhat loudly. "Liberté, égalité, fraternité" she whispered softly to herself. She then felt…awkward after saying those two lines. She felt like others around her heard what she said…wondering what she said. "I have no damn clue what I just said. Anyway, this jacket gives me weird feeling but I like it." Looking at Gratia. "Anyway lets go, I'm hungry" taking off the jacket.
The leader of her team was really a fucking moron sometimes. Gratia stared down at the other teenager with unimpressed onyx eyes, pondering on what she could say to the irksome idiocy that was being displayed. Who the hell randomly spouted an archaic hendiatris in such an atrocious accent? While trying on a shitty overpriced jacket with a goddamn flag splattered all over its insides?
"It's vive," she corrected. "Your mastery of the dialect is dogshit."
As is your ability to seem respectable in public.
Still, there was no fucking point in continuing on with this shopping misadventure. Vega was going to buy the jacket anyway, and personally, the G of the team didn't really give two shits about whether or not her team leader made sure if the jacket was going to shrink in the wash or not. Really, she was just here for the fucking food.
"Vive..." as she whispered to herself. Vega was still perplexed by what she spouted. She then looked to Gratia. "Seriously, I have no clue what I said" making small chuckle though feeling embarrassed and stupid inside. Seriously, what did I spew out...
"Chalk it up to your folly of youth or some crap."</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> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz-- Hallway Navigation.
"Math next, huh..." the raven-haired teen mumbled to himself under his breath, shaking and stretching ought the light soreness that was the paltry remainder of his injuries sustained beforehand.
Well, that worked for him. Strangely enough, Math was typically the one subject he'd always reliably kept up in-- no top scorer in the class, of course, but he held his own far more respectably than, say, that one ill-advised year of computer science.
He shuddered at the mere thought of that hellhole. Impossible to focus on and impossible to comprehend without the entirety of his focus from start-to-finish:
A catch-22 straight from the maw of Loki himself!
Slinging his bookbag over his shoulder in that typically highschoolerish, nonchalant-looking way, Luke shook the demons free from his head and filed out with the rest of the class, freely partaking in idle chatter as any of the others came up with it.
Such was his way, as we all knew by now.</s>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - Hallway Navigation
A green-grey satchel slung across her body, her black jacket and checkerboard-grey skirt tidied up for a new semester, concentration utterly focused on a simple white booklet in her hands rather than the hallway around her, Gratia Mindaro appeared to be no less than another diligent student, familiarising herself with the mathematics curriculum one last time before she jumped in classes proper. The fact was, of course, that she had not actually found the time to read up on the semester's work until right after combat class, when she needed to distract herself from the irksome outcome of her spar. The frantic rush of arriving in a new country had been quite overwhelming as well.
Rates of change, differentiation of polynomials, integration ... so it appears there will be a focus on calculus.
That was not particularly worrying. She had touched upon the study during her time at Haven, and it was not something that she had experienced struggle with; in fact, the situation was quite the opposite - the Mistralese huntress had taken to the subject quite well. Not that it was surprising. She was superior in all aspects. That was a fact.
Gratia skillfully weaved herself around a student she would have walked into, eyes still scanning the booklet in her hands even as she stepped around the crowds moving to class. The incessant and annoying chatter of the youths were of absolutely no importance to her. There was no point in listening to what she cared nothing about, and the presence of her headphones around her head, quiet music flowing through the cans, was emblematic of her complete apathy for the unwashed, inferior masses.
She snapped the booklet shut, dropping into her satchel with a smooth motion. That was all she needed for now. Nothing more, nothing less.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarz-- Hall Observation
Hm?
A familiar curtain of long, straight black hair brushed past him, the slightly taller Mistralese Huntress's longer strides eating up ground more quickly than his own.
Ah. Miss Gratia.
The astute observation was very nearly followed by a tap on the shoulder to grab her attention and offer congratulations for her victory over his teammate, but the fistic hunter-to-be thought against it, for a multitude of reasons, upon further observation. She was obviously preoccupied, what with the course guidebook in her hands being voraciously devoured by her mind one last time, and the headphones wrapped around her ears, filling her immediate world with just herself and her music as opposed to a hall full of people trying to talk...
Saving the odd metaphors for English Class a few periods away, he also reminded himself that she was quite clearly--and quite understandably--annoyed with the outcome of her match against Cian. Bringing that up again and yanking her out of her own brief period of time before the next class to do it?
Poor form. Definitely poor form.
I don't want to have a hole stared through me again!
And so, he allowed the outstretched hand to drop back into his pocket, keeping on pace as normal.
It was all a matter of timing, and now wasn't the time.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
Emerald Felicia - Hallway Navigation -
Emerald had been resting in the stands, watching any last matches as it was announced that it was time to move onto the next period. Emerald seemed to become visibly depressed when she saw the words 'Math'. What did a huntress need math for anyway? To count how many grimm they killed? She thought it was dumb.
Still, she made her way there, though more slowly and with far less enthusiasm as she had for combat class. She decided to think about something else, like the duel she was going to have with Krysthane after classes. It would be glorious, she just knew it.
With the impending doom of math class forgotten, she became more upbeat as she skipped and dodged passed various students as she made her way down the halls. She noticed that she was quickly approaching the Luke guy who had fought against Shiro in combat class, and that Gratia was a bit further ahead...though Emmy didn't really want to get too close to Gratia she was kind of scary.
Luke though...she didn't really know much about him, other that what she'd seen when he and Shiro dueled. So she caught up to him, matched his pace and sort of just stared at him with big, curious eyes.</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue - Hallway
Though Sangue had lost, she was glad that she did not lose within thirty seconds of the battle. Fighting without complicated surroundings was something she definitely needed to improve upon, as she will not always have something to confuse her opponents with.
She had to wonder, however, whether "Emmy" would do something drastic to her when she enforced some sort of friendship upon her.
The Huntress quietly entered the hallway and shifted amongst others, using the people around her as a guide toward her Math class.</s>
<|message|>Benjamin Lloyd
Ben really, really didn't want to move. His body hurt, and he'd only gotten the trickle of blood wiped off his face a few moments before. But given the fact that he wasn't technically incapable of going on to his next class, he was going to have to. BASL's leader pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his bag, stepping out into the hall after Goodwitch's closing words. He spotted Sangue, not far away, and followed after her. He was pretty sure Lauren wasn't far behind him, but he hadn't seen Amy for a while.
The fight had been great, though. Even if it did hurt like hell afterwards. Calculus probably wasn't going to be anywhere near as interesting.</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra coughed a bit. "It's not the noise I fight for.", she corrected Mokuren, "It is what the noise stands for that I fight for. Remember the faunus-rights movements that turned violent? I want to fight so that innocent citizens, who want their rights to be the same as others, won't have to suffer, get injured or even die. When I was young, I saw mothers lose their children and children losing both their parents and their siblings. The aggression of the White Fang didn't help in the slightest either." Skyra shrugged and sighed.
"My weapons are pretty precious to me, you know. It's the only thing I have left of my mother. She, apparently, was a general once, you know, in the war. These weapons...", she activated the energy blades of the two swords. "These weapons belonged to her, but I barely even knew her. When I was, like 2 or something, both my parents were assassinated. Luckily, because of their ties to the Blue Dragon Order, I got 'adopted', more or less. Ever since I've been looking for traces of who might have killed my parents, but I realized, I'm not strong enough yet, so that's why I am here."
Finishing up her story Skyra looked intently at Mokuren.
"See, that's why I take so much care of my weapons. They are my only link to the past. In fact, I'd build a shrine for them, if I didn't need them. What's your story then, Moku? Why are you here?"
She tilted her head and blinked at the fox-girl.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</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>
<|message|>Gratia Mindaro
Gratia Mindaro - School Grounds
"I have better things to do," said the long-haired girl bluntly, packing her things into her satchel and flinging it across her body once more. "Who gives a shit about somebody with ass taste in music?"
Without nary another word, she stepped around her two erstwhile teammates, briskly walking out the door of the classroom before any of them could reply to her usual rudeness. There was business she had to attend to that trumped deigning herself to interact with the irksome remainder of Team VGNB, especially if they wanted to go distract themselves with some asswipe's loud, class-interrupting music. If she had been given a say in the cogwork of their teacher's minds, she would have much preferred to still be working on maths questions until they were to move to the next one rather than fucking around outside.
However, she didn't, so Gratia Mindaro was instead going to use this time to do something far more important.
Specifically, in order to welcome a new "B" member for Vignoble.
The Mistralese huntress' rapid pace soon found herself, once again, at the airship docks, watching as an ornithopter, dull black and grey, descended onto the landing strip. Winds blew at her face, sending her long, dark-brown hair flying back, but her impassive gaze never wavered as the noisy machine extended its exit ramp, dropping off a luggage-carrying figure who would serve as Team VGNB's replacement while Bianca was back in Mistral, dealing with family inheritance issues.
So, an otter faunus then. They had sent a faunus to replace a faunus.
Did they need a fucking token or something?
Gratia strode towards the newly-deposited Huntress as the ornithopter rose once more to leave, her footsteps powerful and measured. In her well-pressed Haven uniform, she seemed professional, fitting the mold of a greeter to new arrivals to Beacon Academy.
"Beryl Harken," she spoke, voice controlled as it crossed the distance between them, the girl having stopped mere metres away. "I assume you know you will be the fourth member of Team VGNB for the duration of your stay?"</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
A while later Skyra was still lying on the grass humming her merry tune. Her ears twitched at a sudden sound of footsteps from behind her. Swivelling her head around she spotted Moku behind her having her sword drawn, a bag of sweet smelling things beside her.
"Oi! Sit down or something. Relax and stuff. You seem very tense all the time. You need to chill a lot more, that's what I'm doing right now."
She smirked her lovely tomboy smirk and patted the grass next to her.
"Or are you afraid to get your butt dirty? You got a lovely butt, by the way." The smirk she had before got even broader and slightly playful.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</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>
<|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.
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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> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Delta Snow
Delta Snow - "Is this really alright?"
The question was still up in the air. A part of him was grateful that he could finally experience the possibilities of youth, but was it acceptable to move on from the now faraway days which embodied his past? He could have turned back. He could have never boarded or stepped off of that dropship and duly returned to service just like that. A slew of options which would result in him not winding up here presented themselves in his mind. The boy fell out of his trance at Robert's response, it caught him off guard, the last thing he thought the guy would answer. He was expecting something more personal, maybe a quirk people found really odd but he instead viewed it as a positive point.
"Intriguing." Delta internally commented, his interest only grew when the team leader spurred on the conversation. He left it to Eve to formulate a response, waiting on standby to chime in. "Oh, Delta has served in the Atlesian Military for two years. His father's in the higher echelons of the armed forces command hub, so his starting at a young age was inevitable, and delved into arduous training throughout the entirety of his childhood." It sounded a bit cruel at first, the image of a fifteen year old serving alongside men twice his age, some relatives even considered it inhumane.
"He may look like a walking twig, but he'll have your back, even when it's against the wall. I don't mean to brag, but he's hopeless without me~! Like a lost puppy drenched in the rain!" Eve began to chuckle at its own pun without remorse, until it slowly turned around to face a blank stare. "Heh...heh...pleasehavemercy." It was at that point did class finally dismiss, a signal denoting the next one soon to proceed, which he would hopefully be introduced and fully grasp the concept of. Delta tilted his head at his familiar, a minute gesture notifying his companion that it was time to go. Eve took a few moments to wallow and pout before it trotted its way across the desks and finally leaped into the pouch.
The boy stood up from his seat and slipped on his hat in one fluent motion, savoring the chance to stretch out his arms. "Eve went a bit off track and forgot to answer your original question. I don't have any clinically proven phobias." Except for being flung into some social interaction where he had no footing whatsoever. He could already see the windy and contorted road ahead of him. "In requiem, I'm a sniper. At least on paper I am, but I can take vanguard any time you need. You can gauge me at your own leisure, you're the leader after all. I'll go on ahead and snag us a few seats. Who knows, maybe Eve'll get to know to know a few others students?" He briskly stated all of this without the slightest peep of emotion, only making a slight shrug at the last sentence before descending the flight of stairs leading to the exit.
The grey-haired student suddenly came to a halt at the last step and turned on a dime towards his two team members. He briefly glanced at the two and opened his mouth again, "I guess the proper thing to say here would be… The best of luck to us in our future endeavors?" Delta peered down at his familiar, as if he was asking, "Did I do that right?" Eve gave the boy a warm smile and nodded in affirmation. Rather than saluting, he gave the two a sluggish wave before proceeding to the class ahead of them. Hopefully they would chat a bit among themselves, since Grane barely took part in the whole conversation.
After grabbing another can of coffee, with the guidance of Eve, the boy trekked on to his next class. The question still echoed in his head, ceasing to incessantly repeat itself, hoping for a clear and resolute answer out of the very mind it originated from. A hailstorm of words could perfectly describe Delta right now. Uneasy. Uncertain. Anxious. But he also felt glad that he was at ease in these halls. He never had to factor in these emotions prior to his enrolling at Beacon. Upon entering the classroom, his ears already picked up gossiping of the event which occurred more than thirty minutes ago. Delta didn't get to bear witness to it first hand, but he would probably end up asking Eve to project it once classes were done for the day. History had been a cinch to him in the past, so he wasn't very perturbed about his current standing in the class. The only difficult part was finding a few empty seats, but there was a row lying completely vacant. He set his luggage down out of the way of inbound traffic and paced his way over to one of the seats, then treated himself to a sip of his drink while folding his arms over on the desk. "Wonder what's on the agenda for today?" He quietly asked himself, a way of practicing for an actual conversation.</s>
<|message|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt Chideta- To History
Cobalt walked towards History and nodded in agreement. "Whoever did that will pay for their crimes. I'm no man of violence, but I can make an exception when it comes to people like that." A crown had grown on Cobalt's face but he shook his head and smiled.
"Anyways, I wanted to get a few things out of the way regarding our team. I feel like we all got off on the wrong foot after the incident last night, super sorry about that by the way." Cobalt frowned and looked at the ceiling. When he looked down he continued. "I don't know who your last teammate was and I don't think I can replace him. But I'll try my hardest to not screw anything up." Silence followed his words as he tried to think of what to say next. "I haven't given the best impression I'm sure but I'm not a screwup, I'm really not. I'm just a guy who puts way too much thought into things and is a bit softer on the inside than out. So let's start over." Cobalt stopped and reached out his hand to Oswald. "I'm Cobalt Chideta, newest member of team CODE. It's nice to meet you." He grinned and rubbed the back of his head with his other hand.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane, Yay learning.
Krysthane wrote down the required homework in her planner and quickly made her was to history eager to see what the lesson was today. As usual it looked like everyone was bored before the lesson even began. Krysthane at the very least enjoyed history, and honestly most of her classes. Looking around for a seat she didn't really see anyone she recognized, Sephia was here but she was sitting with someone else and Krysthane didn't want to intrude so she found a seat by herself and set up her desk for the lesson, notebook already out, the music incident already forgotten.</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra sat up directly facing Mokuren.
"You are pretty unique, yeah. To be honest, at first I thought of you as a pretty strange girl. I couldn't figure you out, but that was exactly what was intriguing for me. Until now, I was always able to figure people out, just by looking at them, but you're different. When I saw you the first time, I felt the need to explore you, to get to know you because you were different. That's why I even noticed you in the mass of people.
Up to this day, I still don't understand you, but that is okay, we don't know each other very well."
Yawning loudly Skyra stretched herself showing the entire extent of her flexibility and fitness.
"Emotions are something awesome, aren't they? And you never really know what emotion it is exactly. Is it just friendship or is it love, is it just disdain or hate and so on. That's the appeal I feel towards emotions. But at the same time, I try to hide them from others, you know. To not be found out that my perceived bashfulness is not really all that real and stuff. That I might be a lot more girly than I let pass."
She giggled.
"Especially when I'm with you, I feel a lot more girly." A hearty laugh escaped Skyra's lips and she gave a quick hug to Moku again.
"I think we should head back for classes again, shouldn't we?"</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Varius Gilver
Varius Gilver | Aura Control Class
"And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required.
"Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.</s>
<|message|>Shuai Taidan (帥 太丹)
Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class
Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them?
It was so strange.
Yet also so incredibly awesome.
Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free?
Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene.
Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class
Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history.
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Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class
Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around.
Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.</s>
<|message|>Valin Nash
Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse
Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask.
His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down.
Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy."
Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.</s>
<|message|>Naoko Kuma
Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"</s>
<|message|>Shuai Taidan (帥 太丹)
Shuai Taidan
Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan.
"Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo.
Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura.
"Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"</s>
<|message|>Grane Blauer
Grane Blauer
"A party? Damn bro, You just want me to violate parole huh?" Grane picked out a business card from his stack. It seemed professionally made, something he hadn't expected, but, what the hell. At least he was getting a party! sort of. It didn't seem as if class was starting anytime soon, the professor was MIA as far as he knew, so it was a perfect time to invite everyone. Grane began tossing cards on the desks of students present in history class. "Party coming up. Call my man Gren for more details!" He haphazardly threw cards and people, as if they were singles and he was the richest guy to have ever lived. "It'll be great! Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, we're going to have it all! Grane soon had cards on everyone's desk, and took his own seat to prepare for class.</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
If Doctor Oobleck noticed the ubiquitous business cards, the tangible tension between some of the students, or the drowsiness of a one-armed redhead, he took no notice. After appearing seemingly out of nowhere in a characteristic burst of speed, he wasted no time launching into a lecture concerning some of the earliest civilizations to have ever populated Remnant. He glossed over their societal norms, art, architecture, and accomplishments, peppering his conversation with questions to the students -often specifically, to keep some of the less-interested teens involved- and trying to narrow down potential thousands of years of history into clear and precise analysis. To be sure, those without drive to learn and discover would doubtlessly find his instruction yawn-inducing, but any student in their right mind would have to admit that this topic was fascinating. To look back across the ages and discover the roots of not only modern society and culture, but thought itself, was a valuable and insightful pursuit. Plus, to any still plagued by the thought of the silenced singer brought in earlier, a new topic might be a welcome distraction.
It did not, however, last forever. Even as Oobleck drilled into the vaults of history, time itself ticked by, and before too long the class found the passing bell ringing through the halls again. With Combat, Math, and History out of today's way, there came again that magical time of day for all to rest and refuel, even if only for a little while: lunch. The cafeteria was open as usual, but after an installation during the weekend, a brand-new on-campus eatery called Deli N'Doul was open for business as well. Today's dishes in the cafeteria were fish fillets, two varieties of pizza, peas with carrot, buttery potato slices, corn-on-the-cob, macaroni, and the obligatory salad bar.
Though one of the first ones into the huge room, Abel did not immediately make for any place in particular. He wanted to stick with his teammates or, if they'd already made plans for lunch as well as after school, wait for an informative message to pop up on his scroll. His head was still buzzing from all the history injected into it, but it wasn't a painful sensation. On his mind right now were two things: how exactly ancient cultures' ideas about the world might feed into contemporary ones, and trying to make himself seem cool and casual should Krysanthe appear.
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food time has arrived. Enjoy!</s>
<|message|>Cobalt Chideta
Cobalt Chideta-Lunch
Cobalt calmly got out of his seat, with a little difficulty due to his size, and walked out of the room and to Deli N'Doul. He had heard some students talking about it as he walked through the halls, it sounded fairly alright. He questioned when they had went to it and decided they probably skipped on history. Cobalt pondered why anyone would skip such a delightful class and shrugged. Some people weren't that smart.
He arrived at the Deli and ordered a table for four. He got out his scroll and texted his teammates to come on by if they wanted a free meal. Unfortunately he realized he had no idea what their numbers were. Oh wait, they were already in the scroll. Thank god the school gave him his teammates numbers, it would've been embarrassing if he had ordered a table for four and nobody showed up.
He ordered some salad on the side and to drink he wanted a glass of water. He decided to hold off on the main course until everyone else got here.</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Eyes wide open Skyra stared at Mokuren. She actually never heard what Mokuren said after the 'I don't like you' thing.
Completely overwhelmed by Moku's statement Skyra sat there and just stared before, completely unwillingly a few tears escaped her eyes.
No those weren't tears. A Skyra doesn't cry. The air was just way too dry...
"You don't like me? Why are you sticking around me then?", she managed to croak out of her throat, her usual raspy voice making it sound a lot more hurt.
"Are you just playing with me? I liked you..."
Suddenly the barriers broke and Skyra down.
"Every time I try to make friends this happens...", she whispered her crying face in her lap, knees kept tight to her chest.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Just that moment later, Skyra sniffed and wiped away what remained of the water that had flowed out of her eyes.
"I don't think, I understand you correctly. But that doesn't really matter... I think... I just feel the short time we know each other seemed a lot longer and a lot more fun than the time before. You're the first person I can call a friend here... and as such, yeah, I was quite hurt by what you had said...", she sniffed again, but managed to bring out a weak smile. "Apology accepted, though. You're the person I like the most in this ragtag group of people. Also... it helps that you're cute..." Skyra blushed as she uttered that out, more or less accidental.
"Also... you're hugging me too tight... a little less pressure pleaseeee...", she exclaimed as she hugged her back. "God you're strong...", Skyra noted passingly.
"I will help you deal with your new life, my bestie! I'd be an ass of a girl, if I'd leave you now...", she mumbled into Mokuren's shoulder, since she was hugged so much and Skyra was a lot smaller than a "normal" person.</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Cian Kuze
With a sigh she sat down at a table that didn't really have anyone at it while she could have sat down with her team she was still somewhat of a loner and preferred being alone at times. Looking down at her food she couldn't help but sigh perhaps she should eat more than just fried soba sandwiches and milk but this was what she usually got so she wasn't going to change it now. Quietly eating she sat down and looked at her weapon she needed something more than just guns if anything she learned that while competent with her weapon and her semblance she lacked something when things became close range. She was not comfortable with a sword it felt unwieldy in her hands so perhaps she could try getting a twin pistol set up instead. Still that was later she supposed as she took a small sip from her milk bottle.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Krysthane, Lunch with a friend?
Krysthane enjoyed Oobleck insightful lecture and the way he was constantly questioning the students to ensure their participation. Naturally Krysthane raised her hand and answered at least as many questions as anyone else, all the while studiously taking notes. Sadly class ended too quickly, however Krysthane wasn't that disappointed as lunch was as enjoyable as any class.
She walked out of class thinking that maybe she would try eating at the new Deli that was available, not that the school food was bad, she just wanted to try something new. Besides she had seem some people heading over there already. As she walked out of class she saw Abel leaning against a wall looking deep in thought. Figuring that this was a perfect chance Krysthane walked up to him and said, "Hey, I was thinking about going to the new Deli N'Doul to try out the food, you wanna come with?"</s>
<|message|>The Phantom
Sangue Naga - Lunch
Sangue blinked in surprise after having her fascination with pizza stumble due to her teammate, Lauren. She looked at the pizza, then at Lauren, then at the BLT, and then at the pizza again.
Sangue looked up, returning to her idle expression quickly as she stated, "This pizza... thing... is very cheesy. And these pepperoni things are kind of greasy.
"I think... it's good."
She glanced at the pizza before looking up again. "How... is Amaranth doing?"
Sinatra</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren heard that she was hugging to tightly, and so in her panic, hugged tigher.
"I'm sorry for hurting you Sky-Sky! I never meant too!" She loudly exclaimed, weeping in a highly exagerated manner. "I will try to be more understandable, but such a feat will be hard. Most people take understanding for granted. I would like to think of you as a friend, but I don't really know what that implies just yet, so for now I will simply have you as my Sky-Sky" She exclaimed, and then blushed, letting go of Skyra and turning away. "An...and, I like that you think I am cute. Ity makes me feel happy that I bring happiness to others, like you" Mokuren bit her lip, and her tail swished erratically. Unlike most of the time, her minds where coming together to think of a single thing, unanimously. And that thing, was Skyra.</s>
<|message|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"]
Lauren Negasi
"She's laying over in our dorm right now," Lauren replied after swallowing her bite. There was a dab of mayo on her upper lip that she scooped off with the flat end of a piece of bacon, and she popped the crunchy sandwich meat into her mouth with a pensive smile. "She should be alright with some sleep. She was pretty messed up...dunno how I'd feel about having a semblance that heightens everything like that. I think I'm happy with just a strength and durability buff, you know? Keeps fighting simple. But Desire's tough, too. She'll be okay."
Negasi opened up her bag of chips, already wishing she'd chosen double chocolate cookies instead. She was in the mood for something ubersweet. Shrugging her shoulders, she popped a couple ruffle-cut chips into her mouth anyway and felt them crunch between her teeth.
"Thanks again for taking notes for us, Sangue. I really like history, but I'm uh...not so great at it. 'Specially not at the speed Oobleck flies through at. Missing a class might have really screwed me." She beamed her appreciation at the red-headed woman before taking another hungry bite of sandwich. "So thanks."</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
"Come with?" Sepia asked, a little surprised at Shiro's invitation. "Me? Really?" she stood up and slung her satchel over shoulder, feeling lighter than she had all day. Imagine that. She, the kid with no social experience desperately compensating by being as sweet as possible, was being invited to things already!
Sepia followed Shiro to lunch, breaking out of her thoughts as Shiro sighed. "Did you forget something?"</s>
<|message|>Delta Snow
Unbeknownst to Either, the Marksmen Faced Each Other || Those Lost in a Daze
For a second, Delta thought Robert had gotten into a fight, and had his ass handed to him. But he soon realized that the all too hue pigment of blood was darker than the condiment plastered on his face, which related more closely with his hair pigment. Was facepaint in vogue nowadays? Delta would have to save reading up on popular trends later, as another student made his way to the table and asked if he could take a seat. "Sure." He responded to the blonde briskly while holding out a napkin. Eve leaped out of his belt pouch and yanked the sheet of paper from his hand. The familiar sped its way across the table, gracefully scaled Robert's arm with finesse until it finally came to a halt at his shoulder. "...I kind of want to ask how you walked into the line of ketchup fire, but I think I'll just leave it up to my imagination." Eve let out a thin breath as it wiped away the remainder of the ketchup, "Oh, and pleased to meet your acquaintance, Napoli. I'm Eve, Delta's semblance." It called out from the other side of the table before it hopped off of Robert's shoulder and began to dig into some of the macaroni.
The noise echoing throughout the cafeteria was still a bit overwhelming, there was never this much personnel where Delta was stationed, so it was an new experience in itself. That, and the food was surprisingly good. Living off of what his father liked to call cooking was arduous, but because he was raised in such a manner, he didn't take everything for granted. Delta glanced at Napoli taking his seat, then at his comrade digging into his lunch. Faint signs of unease formed on his brows, which only became knitted by a mere nanometer. "Even my classmates are taller than me..." It was accepted that adults by default were taller than him, but even people in his age group had at least a third of a foot on him. Delta sighed, realizing that he had yet to introduce himself or his teammate. "Oh, my apologies. My name is Delta Snow, meanwhile the guy across from me is Robert Fallson. We're on the same team." He kept the introduction relatively brief. Suddenly, both his and Robert's scrolls chimed with a notification. He slipped the device out of his pocket and skimmed over the message. Delta exchanged glances with Robert then tapped in a response, notifying their third member that they would be en route.
"Great sorta thing…?" The boy tilted his head, he attempted to discern what Grane exactly meant by that phrasing but ultimately came up with nothing. His mind was not yet capable of processing social linguo. The student looked up at the blonde classmate, who had just settled in his seat a few minutes prior. "Erm… Robert and I are about to head over to the Deli. Not sure who we're meeting, but you might know some of the people there." The boy paused, still unsure of how he should continue on, "...Want to tag along?" Yeah. That sounds right.
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Well, Grane and, unsurprisingly, Gren had amassed quite the circle of people. Delta vaguely recognized some of their features from the history lecture and the little smidgen of math class he was able to attend. A whole team, plus the social butterfly of a friend were sitting at a table. Slate pupils stared widely at the group, opened more than usual. He was surely caught off guard how quickly he had found himself in the midst of people. What was presumed to have been an arduous task of finding friends was savvily expedited by simply knowing one or two certain individuals.
The boy ran a hand down the back of his neck before he gave his classmates a wave, "Um. Hi." He managed to force out. Eve began to snickered at his pitiful attempt, "Sup Grane~! Oh, Gren's here too? G&G! I'm copyrighting that as of now, mind you." The familiar chuckled at its own pun, "Also, greetings to the rest of you! I don't know your names, but I can't wait to meet you!" Eve must've been brimming with happiness, this was probably the most people its collectively seen that are Delta's age. "Nice job texting us, Grane. Don't tell me you studied how to use it during class." He distinctly remembered the guy packing the device away as soon as he had received it in Ozpin's office. Delta presumed that he had next to no experience using such devices, but maybe his teammate's intuition was enough.
"Don't worry about paying for me, whoever's covering the tab. I've already eaten." He reassured the team as he took his seat. So there was a guy with cerulean hair, another male sporting armor, a redhead with quite the interesting hat, a woman with blue locks, and lastly a cat faunus with viridescent eyes. "Name's Delta... How've your days been?" Delta awkwardly asked. He was still lost in the sudden chain of events. Hopefully Grane or Gren would shine some light on why they beckoned for them all. A quick sip was taking from the can he bought on the way. When in doubt, drink coffee.
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"To the kid rubbing his red beyond the blue, blue summer. If only you could here this voice. Goodbye."</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
"Happiness is awesome, you should try it every day.", Skyra exclaimed giggling. "And hey, if I can help with that, even better!"
Now that all that awkwardness was out of the way, Skyra scratched her chin a bit. "I'm wondering... should we head to class now or should we continue to chill out here?" It was then when Skyra noticed something. "I actually called you cute? Wow... I'm way too much of a girl right now...", she grumbled. "That's something girls seem to do a lot, I've noticed... but I've never called somebody cute before..."
She raised her fists and shook them in playful anger. "Damn you, Moku! You're killing my tomboy image!"She laughed happily and grinned her catty grin.</s> |
<|description|>Skyra Dawn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Cat)
Weapon:
The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.
Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.
Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.
Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.
Colour: Sunrise orange (Colourcode: F02100)
Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords
Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Capture the Fort
It happened fast during the chaos. Delta couldn't even scream when many pairs of black, clawed hands reached forth and pulled him into the shadows. The last thing they saw was his hand as his body vanished into the darkness. There was little time to mourn and less time to mount a rescue; the sound of more grimm, bigger ones at that, were coming in hot. The other remaining beowolves kept their distance knowing that their few remaining numbers will make them easily wiped out by the hunters, but if they delayed them long enough, reinforcements will arrive and they can crush them under sheer numbers. So the grimm retreated back into the forest, using the threes as cover, but stayed close enough to keep track of the hunters so they could alert the main horde when they were close.
As for Sand, as she continued to observe the fort she'd be well aware of the sudden Grimm activity. Beowolves jumping down from the walls or running out from the rear breach, heading into the forest. Harpies leaving their roosts and heading in the same direction. While many came close to her location, none seen to be currently aware of her, instead answering the call of the howling she may have heard earlier before. Obviously, something has alerted them, and subsequently much of their forces left to investigate. While this meant bad news for whoever was in the forest, that also left the fortress with even less grimm to guard it. Most of the ground-based grimm have left, but many of the harpies still sit in their nests, watching, waiting.
Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64
Sticky Situation
The Nevermore did not fear the little hunter's spears, or his ghostly arms. Even back during the days where it was barely larger than a sparrow, it has willingly charged towards the blades of hunters, expertly able to dodge their tips and claw out their eyes. As it grew bigger, it grew stronger and hardier, so much that it could crush stone pillars and grand oak trees with slams of it's bodies. Spears were naught but pin pricks to the giant bird, if they could even penetrate the Nevermore's iron-hard feathers. The giant bird of prey did not fear the hunter, and so it continued it's rapid decent, sending it's entire body down onto the hunter. First, with it's sharp talons it would grab Shuai, even if it meant getting it's claws pierced, and if nothing stopped the nevermore it would continue it's fall so it can slam the hunter into the ground, possibly killing him even through his aura. And should the Nevermore do so, it would also be slamming Shuai quite far away from the clearing his allies are at.
As for the others, the airship managed to escape before the Nevermore or other grimms would take notice. The remaining hunters on the forest floor would see no Grimm near, though their tracks were obvious. They could find the slithering path of King Taijitu , molt from nevermores of various sizes, and web from broodlings. At least there was a clear path; follow the web to the nest. Additionally, a map of the area was sent to everyone's SCROLLs. However this was merely an image and not an interactive map, so it was up to the intelligence of the team to figure out their relative location on the map. The only landmark near the hunters on the forest floor that they could use to pinpoint their location was the fact they were in a small clearing, of which there were three on the map. The tress were too high to see any mountains beyond their canopy.
@Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Sarina Tala Dei – Team JESS with an L – Defending a Caravan
Sarina ignored the remark spoken by the driver, she considered hasty. I can easily purify these beings without any of your help, as she faced the Taijutus that surrounded her. Her eyes were in the moment as one by one she moved with luminous speed slashing each Taijutu that tried to eat hear. More came and she continued to do the same routine until she looked to the distance, the caravan vehicle speeding away. FAEX, as she realized the caravan vehicle was far away and the Taijutu surrounded her in a circle that lunged at her immediately upon that realization She sensed it as she could feel their dark energy come down upon her and in a flash appeared at another point facing the speeding caravan. From that position to another position were in a line of position she appeared at, slashing Taijutus blocking her way, before coming to her ideal position, upon the caravan vehicle.
Her face was glowing; her eyes were narrow as she held a euphoric smile as she looked onward upon the Taijutu that gazed at her. She sheathed her sword and prepared herself to defend the caravan, ready to fire bursts of laminating energy.
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Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Outskirts of the City
"I think you mean Perception check," as she kept a calmed face after Gratia remark. Bitch… "Banks can have different times, maybe this one is different." Vega had an idea that this was a trap by Zephyr as it is likely they caught wind of a rescue team coming for Bianca. Perfect plan for her. "I will enter, I am the most sociable and this is a perfect chance for me to learn about the facility. If I get captured" as she thought for a second, "Gratia you can either wait or accompany Beryl and Napoli" as she looked at her.</s>
| <|message|>Skyra Dawn
Even before the surprise attack began, Skyra had a bad feeling and when the attackers stormed, she had more or less disappeared into the shadows avoiding the bullet hell before it even began. Oh, she so had to have a word with Krys after this...
She crept up the wall dangled down from the ceiling watching her allies take cover behind Ebon's huge shield. Patiently Skyra waited for Krys to break out and when she did, it was glorious. The assailants left behind by Krys' and Sepia's breakout attack were is a pretty dazed condition, which proved to be the opportunity for Skyra's own assault.
Letting go, she let herself drop right on top of one dude knocking him on the head with the pommel of her blade.
As he is falling over, Skyra was already back in the air leaping from person to person using all manner of different attacks on the unsuspecting enemies.</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</s>
<|message|>Abel Fulgurate
Abel Fulgurate
An uncommon jitteriness grabbed hold on Abel's throat for a second when the door to the airship yawned open to admit team SASG inside. For one of the few times in his life, he was leaving the comfort and company of other warriors behind and venturing out into the unknown with only a few comrades by his side. For a young man conditioned as a sentry atop walls, entering the airship's belly screaming against his instincts, but Abel bit back his unease with a fortitude that surprised himself. After all, even though he had only spent a week with Gren, Sapphire, and Shiro, he was pretty sure they had his back. This embodied more than simple spirit, though. Abel needed to believe that he and his friends had what it took. When he had perused the details for the Shelter mission a few minutes ago, his mind had flashed with storybook visions of mad scientists, bristling with needles and sutures and belting out maniacal laughter.
It intrigued him more than in worried him, however; perhaps that was why the mission's ominous portent had only instilled him with a few seconds' worth of dread. These weren't Grimm he'd be facing. Today there would be no running in terror, no desperate fight for survival, and no gloomy resignation to an immutable fate. No matter how hairy the ears of the mad doctors of the Shelter, they were just people, and people did not scare Abel.
Gren's search of the internet for any useful tidbits pertaining to the Shelter turned up the place's website pretty quickly. While colorful in its cool hues of blue and green, its design exuded more of a sense of friendliness than of tacky vibrancy, and its content carried much the same outlook. The Shelter had been established on its little island on the bay for forty years, ever since it had been made public knowledge that animals, like humans, had aura. Nothing of particular interest jumped out at him, except that according to the 'guests' section, there weren't many pets staying anymore. It did help kill time until Shiro arrived, however, and after Abel quit admiring to vista to join the team, the four got on the airship. Abel, not sure whether or not Sapphire had been with them during Port's presentation, greeted her congenially before settling in.
Of course, Shiro's mad antics cost the team some time, and earned them the ire of the main pilot—a Beacon senior and the only male member of Beacon's ace senior team, Fallow Mort. Gren, wishing to avoid provoking Fallow further, was happy to anchor Shiro to the wall with his friction semblance. In short order, the airship, containing a resolute mix of optimism and sobriety interrupted occasionally by the team's loose cannon, made its way to Tourmaline bay.
Sooner that might have been expected, the airship touched down near the docks. Fallow, now pleased that some underclassmen had seen his flying skills, cheerfully announced that he'd be navigating SASG the rest of the way to the Shelter by boat. "The buildin's expanded to every part of the island remotely flat," he explained, "there's nowhere to land and lots of sharp rocks just waiting to break ankles if I had you jump."
Fifteen minutes later, after another round of trying to secure Shiro's unrestrained enthusiasm into extremely restrained enthusiasm, the speedboat was off. Despite Fallow's repeated assurance of the mission's easiness, he had seen fit to bring his own weapon, a strange device that blended together a shield, a scabbard, and a spinner launcher, complete with whip-sized ripcord. As the boat approached the island upon which the Shelter loomed, it gave off more of an impression of a resort hotel than a state-of-the-art veterinary facility, with its pored beige walls and red-shingled roof. Abel allowed the others to disembark first when the destination was reached, curtly nodding to Fallow before the senior sped away. He turned back and regarded the Shelter with dull blue eyes. The main entrance sat atop a shallow flight of stairs leading up the stony slope of the island, and the glare of white light shone within. Considering the phrasing of the mission statement, it hadn't been an unreasonable expectation to think that they'd be encountering a dilapidated old house of horrors. This seemed too perfect; Abel waited for somebody to say that the team needed to be on their guard as they approached.</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
Sepia, having been actively restraining herself from doing so earlier, jumped at the chance to touch Skyra's cute cat ears. She gently held the end of each one between thumb and forefinger and looked at them, walking behind the other girl as she did so. "I don't see anything unusual. Used any new hair care stuff recently? My ears get a bit irritated if I suddenly change shampoos or conditioners."
Sepia smiled to herself. This group was going to be so much fun, especially the girls!</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze-- Just inside Beacon, Looking for direction
He allowed himself to pause for but a moment, inhaling and exhaling once as if to reset an adrenaline spike's affects on the heartrate, and entered the Academy proper. If only he could have transferred in time with the rest of the class, he'd at least have a gaggle of other people as company in this particular endeavor. There was something to be said for the power of numbers. A sense of community could turn a coward into a hero, and yet the same pressure of that community could change him right back, as if flipping a switch. Well, funny he should mention that. Now that he was here, the nerves seemed to have faded, giving way to curiosity and an odd sense of calm.
Resignation towards one's own fate, huh?
He smirked.
Mom wouldn't know whether to praise me or kill me.
One hand creeping out of the pocket of his hoodie and onto the straps of his trusty, tannish-green backpack, he scanned his surroundings for some kind of hint. Place like Beacon had to have a constant flow of transfer students just like him, right? Might even be some sort of orientation office set up. Hell, he was actually surprised that he sort of stuck out right now. Definitely wasn't the only kid on the airship up, he knew that. He'd had his spot looking out the window neighbored by two guys from Vacuo talking about the finer points of a girl's underwear. Definitely didn't need to go that far to prove he wasn't the only one aboard.
Well, he'd nearly jumped in himself to educate them on how it wasn't merely the fact that it was in that spot, but rather the mystique and imagination provoking-qualities that made them so alluring, not to mention the surprising amount they could tell you about a girl...
But that's neither here nor there.
He grimaced, beginning to feel uncomfortable again. Had he by chance missed a handout, or forgotten an itinerary at home? He wouldn't be surprised. It was one thing that he packed light, that much was obviously true, but it was another to leave necessary items for his habitation at home! Seriously, he could be missing so much! Potentially failing even before he'd had his first class! Oh man, what if he'd stuck it in an adult literature book or something! He'd die of embarrassment!
Calm down, Luke. In times of stress, you need to remain rational.
I sometimes wonder if I should have done drama.
...
Nah.
He'd needed to head to an Ozpin's office at some point if he remembered right...
Let's start there. I can probably find directions just asking around. Well, step one onto a new life, right?
Might make a friend.</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren was put off by the subtly of this entire thing, along with the need to mingle. She did not mingle, and people where disgusting for their demand to do such. Her personality was not one that, mingled. Or spoke. Or care what any people had to say at all, in any way. They where disgusting creatures for which Mokuren held naught but contempt. So when she followed her team to where they where going, and the first of her number passed, she decided to make entrance a little easier for the rest of them. Approaching the Bouncer with her tail swishing, he eyed her for a few seconds before speaking.
"Where did you get that sword?" He asked. And then realized that the fox-girl had suddenly produced an actual sword, that implanted itself in his face without warning, and drained his blood. Mokuren the entered casually, and moved without care to the back room, still clutching her sword and ready to activate her Semblance if she saw any need to.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze-- Being the RCJM newbie
Woah, woah woah! What the hell?!
This ws an infiltration mission, right?! How were they supposed to get in without arousing suspicion when there's a body lying around?
Of all the ways his first mission could have gone, this was not what he'd have picked, at all. This was jumping into a very deep lake for a swim with a cinderblock tied to your ankle! He didn't really know anyone on his team yet, but this foxgirl... Mokuren?
There was something up, up there, and he didn't want to mess with it. That much, he could figure out easily.
Taking a deep breath, the now-in-need-of-renaming RCJM's newest member tried to clear his head of panic as he returned to the bench he'd been loitering at previously, before Mokuren had moved in. He'd tailed her a bit to confirm that she was in and offer support should it end up necessary, but apparently she was much, much more than enough. Now though, he had himself to worry about. Ghostly pale skin and an inability to make good of a now-complicated situation wouldnt help his team in the slightest.
Alright, what other entrances are there? there's gotta be at least a few side entrances, right? I've already got my cover alias down... Kumagawa Kuro, nineteen-year old gambling addict and social pariah looking for a place to cut loose. That's simple enough.
"I think we don't wanna use that entrance any more." he reported to the rest of RCJM in a low tone. "Guess I'm up next. I'll head through another side."
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"Where'd you get that sword, kid?"
He smirked knowingly, looking the part of the smug kid who was totally the member of the secret club.
"Lady of the Lake gave it to me."
Arthurian Legend as a code-phrase, huh?
Interesting.
Being waved in, Luke entered and promptly dove into the crowd.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Outside the Dragon's Den
The bouncer that Mokuren had stabbed laid on the ground, unmoving, with a large hole in his head. Blood would have been pooling around him if it hadn't been for the fact that the fox girl had completely drained him of the life giving liquid. Suddenly, the man's eyes shot open, the irises now turned a bright orange, and a weird brown energy seemingly came out of the ground and enveloped the body. Color began to return to his skin, and the entry and exit wound in his head quickly reformed as if nothing had happened. The bouncer stood up from the ground and turned to face his previous attacker. "Hey! You think you can get away with killing me that easily?!" he yelled at the huntress-in-training. "What? Did you think they'd just let anyone guard the entrance to the Dragon's Den? My semblance allows me to heal all wounds. Basically, I can't die! So come on! Hit me with your best shot, bitch! Or is that all you got?"
The apartment building across the street
Murphy gave a disappointed sigh as he watched Mokuren get taken away by the bouncer. "Team, one of yours just got into an altercation with the bouncer. This is just a status update, your mission hasn't changed. Saving the girl is a secondary objective, continue with trying to get inside the backroom," he told the rest of the team.</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze-- Blending into the Crowd
"Some party, huh?" he mentioned in passing, flashing a grin the way of a couple female patrons. To his pleasant surprised, they smiled back and shot a thumbs up with their free hands. Ergo, the ones not holding drinks.
Probably doesn't count, does it? I ain't so lucky.
Well, whatever. Now wasn't the time to be worried about that beyond whatever'd make him look like a regular crowdgoer. Self-esteem could shove it, he was on a mission right now.
But, logic also dictated that him stopping and engaging in pointless conversation (always a hobby of his) would probably make much more sense than passing with one line, headed straight towards Jack.
Honestly, he was probably overthinking it. Just going with the flow of things would make this a lot smoother. Meticulousness could shove it, he was on a mission right now.
Enrolling in the walking tri-alogue for as long as he would be welcome, he found himself surprisingly at home shooting banalities back and forth. Maybe heading straight into a mission on his first day wouldn't be quite as bad as he thought.
All the while, he kept part of his brain tuned into his left ear, awaiting any updates. Mokuren's entry was going south... he made a mental note of where she'd been, assuming that no update from her meant that she didn't need help yet.
Murphy'd let them know if her communications were offline for another reason, right?
Right. He needed to play it cool for now, and trust the faunus to handle herself. He may not have liked that one bit, but rescuing urges would need to shove it.
He was on a mission right now.</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</s>
<|message|>Kuhaku Shiro
Shiro blinked a few times, processing the curious bits of information the bear cub shared with him. "P-porridge has brothers? That are bigger?" Shiro's eyes gleaned over the lizard at the boy's side, a nervous bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. "Exactly just HOW much bigger? And where are they at?" Shiro looked around him, there didn't seem to be very much of a forest for them to reside in. Were they all located within the confines of the Shelter? His ears perked, turning back to the young boy. "The rest of 'you guys'? Y'mean other Faunus like us?" Shiro frowned when the boy mentioned how the 'other Faunus' were here for some illness or disease. As far as Shiro knew, most Faunus were healthier and hardier than Humans. There wasn't any known sickness that he had heard of that specifically afflicted Faunus kind. This worried Shiro some, but when the boy decided to demonstrate one of 'Porridge's' tricks, his eyes widened in awe. Shiro watched with sparkling eyes as the green lizard somehow caused a strawberry plant to suddenly grow, seemingly propagating out of thin air. As the boy and lizard took one of the three berries that had grown, Shiro came closer. Ever so curious, Shiro reached toward the third berry with his gloved hand. Withdrawing his hand, he looked to the boy and decided to ask politely first. "Uh. Do y'mind I try one?" After waiting for the boy's response, Shiro plucked the third berry and popped it into his own mouth. Ears and tail perking, it was indeed a sweet strawberry.
As he munched, he looked around himself once more. How had Porridge caused such a plant to suddenly grow when no other plants found life anywhere on the barren island? He remembered during his classes back at Beacon learning that nearly all living things had Aura, sans the Grimm. But, he thought that Semblances were only reserved for the more sentient life forms, such as Humans and Faunus. He had never heard of everyday creatures having Semblances of their own. Blinking, he remembered his mission, and slipped out his Scroll. He was playing the role of Scout, after all. Might as well relay any curious information to the other teammates. Bringing up his Scroll's camera, he took a quick snapshot of the lizard, the boy, and the now picked-clean strawberry plant. Attaching them to a group message, he relayed his findings.
"From: Kuhaku Shiro
To: Abel Fulgerate; Gren Orchid; Sapphire Rode
Subject: Scout Report #1
Body: I ran into this bear Faunus cub. I didn't catch his name, but his lizard friend is named Porridge. The boy mentioned there are other creatures much larger than his lizard friend present on the island, so take caution.
The boy also mentioned other Faunus being within the Shelter, here for some unknown illness that has afflicted them. This appears to be partly a medical facility, so take caution not to inadvertently attack patients or damage any medical equipment.
On another curious note, the lizard demonstrated the strange ability to cause plants foreign to the island to suddenly appear and grow at a very rapid rate. Attached are three pictures I've taken.
Attachments: Strawberry Plant.img, Porridge Lizard.img, Bear Faunus Cub.img"
Shiro hesitated before sending the message to Sapphire too. He was certain that she probably didn't want to hear anything from him, but to deny his own team leader potentially critical information was unwise. Sighing quietly, he hit the 'Send' button and pocketed his Scroll. Looking up at the cub, Shiro decided to ask "So, is there any way you can help me find a way inside?" He paused and decided to appeal to the younger boy's personality, he would have to lie a little though. "I, uh...I want to pay them a visit and maybe make some new friends!" He nodded as if to affirm the truth of his words, "It sucks that they're all cooped up all the time, so I'm sure a friendly face will help them feel not so sad! Especially if I can be a new friend for them! Maybe I can meet Porridge's brothers, too!" Shiro scratched at his ears, offering a bright and disarming grin.
"Wait.."
Shiro thought for a moment.
"Maybe I shouldn't let on that I'm not from on the island originally. Should I act like I was one of those patients who had gotten better?"
He tried his best to hide his thoughts from reaching his facial expression.
"Y'see, I was here sick for some time too. But, the coats helped me get better! That's why the coats let me out today! I've been here so long though, that I'm afraid some of my other buddies might miss me terribly! I forgot how to get around, since I've been here for so long, y'see? So, could you show me around?"
He grinned again, showing his pearly whites. He wasn't the best liar and Shiro knew it, but he hoped the young cub would buy his lies. His lies weren't concrete, but maybe the cub wouldn't pick up on it.
He forgot one thing to ask.
"Oh, uh. Porridge's brothers. Do they have cool tricks like him? That would be awesome if you could help me see that too!"</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel Kuze - A curious Rabbit
Ciel couldn't but let a smirk cross her face as she watched some guards run by probably to try and contain Mokuren. Than as if on cue a smoke bomb went off causing more panic and the crowd to go haywire it seemed running every which way. "The chaos is certainly plentiful guess its good of a time as any to take a stroll, after all now time like the present." She muttered to herself as she went through the crowd towards the back hallways she tried to sneak around and to her surprise she was doing pretty well. Reaching the back hallway she searched for the supposed back room though so far it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.</s>
<|message|>Sepia Russet
"Oh, anyone's fine with me." Sepia said excitedly. She was fairly sure that nothing would get her spirits down on her first mission, so it seemed like a good idea to take advantage of that and be easy to get along with. Combined with the fact that any of these people could be potential friends, it would have been hard to choose anyway. "Who do you want to go with, team leader?" she asked Krystanthe. "You're in charge here." A sudden thought seemed to cross her mind. "Shouldn't we try to be tactical as well?"</s>
<|message|>Ebon Umbranox
As per usual, Ebon kept to himself the entire way there. Even when they arrived to the police station Ebon said nothing, just listening intently. When it was time to figure out their plan Kess and Skyra made the sensible decision of keeping the group together. While Ebon couldn't say he'd enjoy their company (Not that he dislikes it either), it was the best tactical decision to stay together. He wasn't so enthusiastic about the idea of splitting into partners when Kess mentioned it, but he at least could see the reason why. They did need to cover more ground considering that there's five different areas they need to watch over. But when it looked like it was time to chose partners Ebon quickly made his decision.
"I'll go with Skyra Dawn and patrol the Comshops and the Horn of Plenty. Any objections?"</s>
<|message|>Skyra Dawn
Skyra shrugged
"I honestly don't care who gets partnered up with me, although I'd still suggest Krys to make the final decision."
She looked at the map for a bit and sighed.
"Although I still think that staying together would have been better, I see your point. It's not a small area..."
When Ebon announced his wish to be teamed up with her, she thought about what her opinion of him was.
To be completely honest, Ebon seemed like a boring guy to her and if there was one thing she absolutely hated, it was being bored.
Well, patrolling the streets mostly is a rather boring thing to do and she was truely honest when she had claimed to be able to work with everybody else on their team. It just takes a tiny bit of adjusting to her partner's abilities to function with 100% efficiency.</s>
<|message|>Krysanthe
Hmmm, Krystanthe thought it over. Ebon seemed to have some sort of shield thingy so he could probably take a hit or two, and Skyra seemed like the kind of person that went in and chopped things until they died kind of thing so the two went together right? Krystanthe knew she could take a hit and Sephia had her stick thing. Sure that sounded good, "Alright, Team 1 is Ebon and Skyra, Team 2, Sehpia and myself. You guys know the plan, time to take on our first mission!" Krystanthe shouted eagerly and began striding away purposefully towards the Red Asphalt area. Maybe if she was lucky she would see a drag race.
@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze, on the move.
"No kidding." the black-haired teen agreed, seemingly materializing out from the thick of the crowd right behind Ciel. In the middle of all the unrest rising in the casino right now, a couple of kids were easy to lose track of. Especially so, considering the guards already had a confirmed threat to worry about.
That being said, they needed to move fast. The longer they stayed out in here, the larger their chances of the jig being up'd be. With that in mind, he quickened his pace as much as he reasonably could without sounding like a charging elephant.
"Don't suppose 'we got lost looking for the bathroom' would be a good alibi, huh?" he muttered in a low voice to his fellow new teammate.</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</s>
<|message|>Gren Orchid
Gren Orchid
Gren would have sighed, but he supposed intimidation wasn't really going to be something that would work. These faunas have lived most of their lives intimidated by others, so being scared by him was their only, and perhaps last, act of defiance. Looking at Shiro when he told Gren to do so, the tiger faunas roared as loudly as he could. This made Gren sigh and tried to remind Shiro of something only by mouthing the words. "Subtly?"
But what was done was done. Shiro ran off to get the fauna who ran for it, leaving Gren to handle the others. Easy. Using his Semblance he forced the friction of their feet to be immensely strong, preventing them from being able to left their legs and run. Only Shiro was spared this as Gren casually walked over to each of the Faunas, his armored helmet covering his face again. When Shiro was gone, he spoke his mind about the situation.
"I won't argue that what you want is wrong. It's a valid desire... But consider this. If you could chose to be human, what stops others from saying that all faunas should be human? They would now have the means to make it so. You think the humans are bad enough, those who can't stand to live with us. But just imagine what would happen if they suddenly had a choice to be able to change us simply by bullying and threatening. It's a shame that you're so willing to fight for this cause, here and now. We could have used someone with your passion. But you're my enemy now."
Putting the God Eater on his back, Gren went over to Mauve and Deneb. His hands shot and closed around each of their necks as he began to asphyxiate them. In his mind, he started to calculate how long he should hold each one of them to ensure that they would fall unconscious with minimal brain damage. Something he had a lot of practice doing. When those two stopped moving Gren dropped them, allowing his Semblance to keep them pinned to the ground. Than he moved onto the other faunas, who had to watch as he began to choke the consciousness out of each and every faunas. Some tried to fight, but no matter where they hit they wouldn't even cause Gren to tickle. When he came to the last faunas, Gren revealed something else about himself.
"You may think I'm a monster. That is true. I chose to give up being a faunas too. I made the decision to try to change myself because I felt it was what I wanted... And I regret what I've lost. I'm not going to let you all make the same mistake."
And like all the others, Gren choked out the last faunas, letting his body fall to the floor once he was properly unconscious. With a sad sigh, Gren than went about binding their limbs with whatever sort of cloth he could use as rope. It was a good thing his team members weren't here. He didn't want to show them this side of him. He liked to think he was still a nice guy who just sort of does bad things.</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - The Shelter
Several more doctors entered the room and Sapphire maneuvered around them easily not wanting to draw any attention just yet. Sapphire wanted to see how this would play out. She'd been hoping that they doctors might talk about the procedure or go over it with the patient and assure them the risk was slight. Unfortunately they merely applied a sedative gas. The red haired doctor opened a case full of operating tools. Sapphire's heart froze at the sight of them. Small sterile knives, there blades honed for the purpose of cutting flesh. Other instruments that looked more designed for torture than treatment.
Sapphire took in two breaths and breathed out letting the air calm her beating heart. If everything she saw upset her she would never make it as a hunter. She had to learn to shove those feelings aside.
At the sight of the needle however Sapphire lost it. Blood, gore, explosions, destruction and even death she could handle with a calm face as long as the situation demanded it but surgical equipment and needles pushed Sapphire's buttons in a very specific fearful area of her brain. Sapphire took two steps forward and grabbed the sides of two of the doctors head who were standing side by side. With all of her might Sapphire slammed there skulls together with a crash. They were unconscious instantly.
"Take these two and get out now." Sapphire said and though she spoke in more of a whisper the doctors heard every word. The physicians dropped there equipment and dragged there colleagues from the room. Clearly they were far more used to science, biology and study than they were practical combat for they left without a struggle. Though it was more than likely there were going to get security.
After they left Sapphire closed the doors and cracked open one of her shot gun shells that contained fire dust. She poured it over the opening in the door before slamming the two together. Immediately there was a massive blast of light as the fire dust fused the doors together ensure that they would not be interrupted.
Sapphire was fairly knowledgeable when it came to medical remedies and chemicals. She wouldn't be performing open heart surgery anytime soon but she knew how to get someone on there feet. After searching the shelves of the room for a bit she found a vial that was the counter agent to the standard sedatives usually used on faunus.
Very gently Sapphire injected the coyote girl's arm with the drug and waited for her to wake. When the girl opened her eyes Sapphire was visibly relieved. "Good you woke up. Can you tell me who you are and why you're here?"</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel Kuze - A Waiting Rabbit
"We wait" Ciel said off hand quietly as she carefully looked outside for any signs or new guards. Gripping her bag tighter she stilled her breath as she heard footsteps approach making a motion with her hand for Luke to remain quiet in case he did not hear the foot steps. Sigh this was not what she asked for when she said she wanted to be a huntress this seemed more like a spy mission than anything else. Though she had to admit despite everything this was really fun for her. She relaxed a bit when the footsteps died down still waiting for something to happen as she briefly let her thoughts drift off to how Mokuren was doing since to be honest half the reason she was able to get this far was due to her attacking the bouncer.</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Lucas Schwarze--Out of sight, Out of mind
Well, yeah... thought the black-haired teen in reply, settling for an internal response and a mildly exasperated frown rather than the spoken word. Cian wasn't the only one keeping her ears on a swivel...
He'd have to find a better phrase than that. Really, "ears on a swivel"? That's like specifically scraping the bottom of the barrel, even if there are plenty of ripe and fresh apples to pick all the way up to the brim. His lyrical and eclectic mind could surely produce better results!
Let's see here...
"Ears open" is good, if a bit overplayed.
Maybe something like "keeping an ear out for trouble?"
No, no, no.
That just runs into the same issue as "ears on a swivel". Think of something good!
He squatted there in silence and massaged his temples, face contorting into a scrunched-up, intensely concentrated grimace. It was a spectacle that would look humorously out of place in such a tense situation, were his compatriot able to look back over her shoulder and not be glued to watching the door and surveying the activity of the guard(s) outside. A necessary evil, and one that was surely better than the alternative.
You can do this, Schwarze! You didn't pass English class with ease once you had to stop doing annotations in your books for nothing!
"Ears on point"!
"Ears in tune"!
"Ears on the ball!"
His head flopped forward, fingers squeezing his scalp in what could only be described as a midway point between the "Hear No Evil" pose and Edvard Munch's famous painting, The Scream.
This is hopeless... Just like back when I learned of the "Courage Series" last year, and how just one word can make anything sound positive.
The image of a college-aged, brown-haired girl flashed through his mind, along with the phrase "The courage to admit defeat!" said in an amused, singsong tone that brought back more memories than you might expect from the voice of someone that he, logically, should barely know at all.
His hands left his head and his fist clenched passionately.
I COURAGEOUSLY ACCEPT MY DEFEAT!
A sharp, yet thankfully quiet gasp escaped from his previously sealed lips, and his eyes went wide as saucers. He fell for it again despite knowing about the trick for nearly a year! Truly a masterful exploitation of simplicity, both in the language he spoke and wiring of his poor brain!
...Wait, where were we?
He snapped himself out of his own contained aside, and glanced around the room, taking stock of the situation once again. They hadn't been found out yet, Cian was still keeping watch at the door, but the footsteps seemed to have died off.
Had the guard already passed? Was he stopped outside?
Inwardly, he shamed himself for losing track of the situation at such a crucial moment. Reaching to his earpiece, he clicked it on, broadcasting to all channels in a low, yet as clear as possible whisper. Better play catch up.
"Jack, any more of a clue what's goin' on than the two of us?"</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</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>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren Sabella. Dragon's Den
Mokuren was amazed at the man. There was a big difference between healing after getting stabbed, and outright brushing off getting stabbed - even if it was just the feeling of it - in seconds. He was clearly nothing that Mokuren could touch, and so she decided that going was a better idea than staying. So, she lithely avoided the trident pinning her sword to the ground, and slid backwards, barely half an inch from the foot at it came to kick her. Then, with that out of the way, and them still being outside and all, she turned and fled the scene.</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze--Sacrificing self in vain
Wait. Jack was in? He'd missed the telltale flash of him going fast, or something? His joints were stuck in that door for no reason?
"Why me..?" he whimpered weakly to himself, yanking the door back open roughly to give Jack a clear path out and looking inside as he did so.
What the--
"A filing room behind a steel door?" he muttered, eyes narrowing in suspicious as his smashed digits repaired themselves under the gauntlet. Man, that door was heavy. "No way this is right. Jack," he said, flipping on the comm link. "Get the hell outta there, I've got the door open. This is fishy."
Way too fishy. A glorified file cabinet in a noticeably well lit room, locked behind a steel door? How the heck could they trust that? Granted, there was plenty of incriminating evidence behind said door, but...
Bait? Maybe. I don't know, but my nerves are getting more and more on edge by the minute the longer we hang around.
Go fast, Jack!</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren Sabella. Dragon's Den
Mokuren was amazed at the man. There was a big difference between healing after getting stabbed, and outright brushing off getting stabbed - even if it was just the feeling of it - in seconds. He was clearly nothing that Mokuren could touch, and so she decided that going was a better idea than staying. So, she lithely avoided the trident pinning her sword to the ground, and slid backwards, barely half an inch from the foot at it came to kick her. Then, with that out of the way, and them still being outside and all, she turned and fled the scene.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze--Sacrificing self in vain
Wait. Jack was in? He'd missed the telltale flash of him going fast, or something? His joints were stuck in that door for no reason?
"Why me..?" he whimpered weakly to himself, yanking the door back open roughly to give Jack a clear path out and looking inside as he did so.
What the--
"A filing room behind a steel door?" he muttered, eyes narrowing in suspicious as his smashed digits repaired themselves under the gauntlet. Man, that door was heavy. "No way this is right. Jack," he said, flipping on the comm link. "Get the hell outta there, I've got the door open. This is fishy."
Way too fishy. A glorified file cabinet in a noticeably well lit room, locked behind a steel door? How the heck could they trust that? Granted, there was plenty of incriminating evidence behind said door, but...
Bait? Maybe. I don't know, but my nerves are getting more and more on edge by the minute the longer we hang around.
Go fast, Jack!</s>
<|message|>Sapphire Rode
Sapphire Rode - Shelter Lab
As the coyote girl slowly woke Sapphire studied her face. She was pretty if a bit odd looking. She had a word tattooed under her eye curved along her eye line. When she finally woke her hands immediately shot to her ears. As if feeling them confirmed something for her she said. "The...surgery failed...?" This all but confirmed for Sapphire what this place was made for but something was still nagging at the back of her mind. Something she wasn't seeing that should have been obvious. What part of the puzzle didn't she have?
After realizing who Sapphire was the scared coyote girl muttered that Sapphire had come because of her call. So this was the girl that had made the distress call, insinuating that something illegal was going on at this facility. If so then how was it that she was still a part of the program? She'd called Beacon for help, that suggested that she was not okay with what was going on here and yet she seemed disappointed with the knowledge that the surgery whatever it was meant to do had yet to commence.
As Sapphire was pondering this she heard a massive sound of shattering glass. The hunter in training spun round drawing her shotguns on the newest member to the party. He was a large hulking bear faunus in a suit. Mentally Sapphire slapped herself for not realizing that the ceiling was made of a crystalline substance that allowed viewing from one side. It was a rookie mistake. She'd wanted some time alone with the coyote girl to find out exactly what was going on. Now she would have to deal with this.
The bear faunus started by telling the coyote girl: Sienna, to run for it. The girl responded by almost instantly appearing at the other end of the room before she vanished into the hole in the ceiling. A yellow flash seemed to indicate that her semblance was not actual teleportation but some sort of extreme speed, not that it mattered for the moment. Sapphire had other problems to deal with.
The administrator started off with a list of Swansong's crimes. Sapphire had never actually considered the legal aspect of being a hunter before. She was fairly certain that teams were exempt from criminal charges such as vandalism and assault as long as they had probable cause for any damage they might cause. She should ask Goodwitch or Ozpin about that when they returned to Beacon.
The bear faunus introduced himself as Pop, obviously not his birth name but it was something to call him. Sapphire responded with her own. "Sapphire Rode, huntress in training." There was no reason to hide that fact. Who knew, if Pop had heard of her father it might intimidate him. Then again considering Janus' position on all faunus it was probably better if Pop hadn't heard of him.
For all that Pop had actually said it was maddening how little information he'd divulged. The only real things Sapphire had learned was that Pop was a boxer and the Shelter's guards were converging on the rest of her team. She should end this quickly and warn them but she couldn't resist searching for more information.
Pop and Sapphire started to circle each other like two animals preparing to rip each other's throat out. Sapphire wasn't one to make the first move unless the advantage belonged to her so instead she spoke.
"Just cause I'm a huntress doesn't mean I can't be civil. Care to elaborate on what exactly it is you're doing here? Of course I've got my own ideas and if I'm right then it's actually noble, wanting to help people find their place in the world but it has the potential to spin out of control and become something violent and unpredictable very quickly. Then again I don't have any solid proof of my theories so why don't you tell me a little bit more and we make sure I'm not beating you to a pulp over a misunderstanding. Besides, if this operation is truly a legal humanitarian effort then Beacon has no jurisdiction and my team will be on our way."
As Sapphire said this she was calculating in her head the shortest length of time it would take her to pull out her scroll and fire off a message to the others before Pop could act. Two seconds to get it out. Another two to address the message since she had her team set as default recipient. The message itself was the real problem. It would have to be short, before Pop could destroy the scroll or attack her. Something like 'guards coming hide' would get the idea across clearly even if it wasn't very elegant.
"What do you say Pop, why don't we make sure we're fighting for the right reasons here?"</s>
<|message|>Cian Kuze
Ciel Kuze - A Panicked Rabbit
This was bad it was a trap according to Luke and she had to agree from what she had gathered over the radio it was just to good to be true. "Luke! get out of there" She called over the radio as she left her room to go to the main area. The hallways was empty and quiet which just put her on edge more so than than help calm her nerves. Things was getting out of hand quickly and dare she say it SNAFU this wasn't what she had planned heck she doubt this was what any of them had planned. Once again Murphey proved no plan survives contact with the enemy. Heading into the main hall she did her best to act and mingle with the few remaining people there. She would wait for Luke she would not leave a member behind. No matter what the situation was.</s>
<|message|>Robert Fallson
Outside the Dragon's Den
As Mokuren tried to flee the scene, Antaeus tried his best to give chase. Unfortunately for the large bouncer, he was built like a tank. He could take hits and dish them out, but when it came to chasing after the the fox girl he had no chance of keeping up. The back up that he had called just moments ago would arrive too late to provide any help as well. If Mokuren chose to, she could easily escape into the night and leave her team behind.
Inside the Dragon's Den
As Luke and Jack stood inside the room filled with incriminating evidence, a countdown suddenly appeared on the number pad outside the door. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0 Suddenly, the vault-like door tried to shut, whether Luke was able to keep the large steel door open depended on his strength, but there seemed to be no way out through the way they came. Anyone trapped inside would have to wait until the guards came to release them.
Meanwhile, out on the main floor, all entrances and exits were suddenly blocked by large metal shutters coming down from the ceiling. Every door, window, and air duct was completely blocked. Loud music began to play over the loudspeakers as a man walked out of the shadow covered balcony of the second floor of the Dragon's Den. The man looked like any normal White Fang, except for his mask which was covered in paint that made it resemble a clown. "Well it seems we have some intruders. Make this easier on yourselves, if you don't actually belong here, step forward so my men can shoot you and be done with this," he announced, the positioning of the balcony allowing his voice to be easily heard by those down below even with the music blasting. The man turned to two figures behind him. "Mordred, Morgan, you two search the crowd and find the ones responsible for interrupting my "Me" time. The shadowy figures nodded before descending down to main floor with several White Fang guards.</s>
<|message|>Mokuren Sabella
Mokuren Sabella:Dragon's Den
Mokuren looked over at the building as the shutters locked down, and sighed softly. She couldn't do anything about the man who was as fast in his reflexes as she was, impossibly strong when it came to taking pain, and could heal from getting stabbed in the head. Maybe if it was only the last one, she could postulate something, but right now, she was suffering from a case of lacking information. She would say she hoped they didn't die, but Mokuren didn't even know any of them enough to have such opinions. So, she simply left, probably going to find and eat someone.</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Lucas Schwarze--I feel like I've seen this movie before
Door's starting close.
Door's starting to close powerfully!
Crap crap crap crap crap
Bracing himself against the frame and pushing as hard as he could with his entire body, Luke ignored Cian's warning and strained as hard as he could to check this mechanism's advance. Despite having a Hunter-in-training's level of strength available to him, he was only so strong, and he was a small guy (for you) to boot. The door wasn't staying open very long.
"Jack, I can't hold this thing forever! Get out here, man!"
Thank whoever above that was in charge that he'd pulled the thing all the way open first. Imagining this starting up while it was just his fingers in there...
He worked really hard to suppress the shiver that ran up his spine for that.</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</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> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</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.
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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> |
<|description|>Lucas Schwarz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Fists. Send help.
Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.
In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.
Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.
Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.
Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.
Color: Black Hole
Emblem:
Appearance:
A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.</s>
<|message|>Vega Venetia
Sarina Tala Dei
Sarina sat on the side of her bed, her hands clasped together and elbows on her thighs. She thought of Haven remembering her days back there. She remembered the influence she held their before she left when the incident occurred as the leader of several positions throughout the school, influencing school policy. She remembered the countless friends and enemies she made. She remembered the incident that forced her to make an exodus…the girl with the sword on her kness… Sarina shrugged it off, blanking her mind. It was unhealthy to think of it. She reminded herself to move on from it.
Sarina grabbed her scroll and looked at pictures of Team VGNB, acquaintances she met during her time at Haven. In her mind, it was nice to have more members from her school to be at Beacon. She felt connected with them due to being from the same school. There was also another girl who came on her own who was a cat faunus. Sarina wondered if she should wear her old Haven uniform.
She opened her closet reveal boxes, and clothes on hangars. Moving the hangars onto the right side, she pulled out her Haven uniform. It was old and she wondered if it fitted her still. So she tried it on, but the jacket was too tight on her along the shoulders. It reminded her of how much she has grown since leaving.
She departed from her room.
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Vega Venetia (Team VGNB)
Vega was walking down a hallway to head to Ozpin's office after finishing her paperwork. Only the sound of her footsteps could be heard. Then she saw Napoli and Gratia waiting outside…well Napoli dragged out.
"Sup, I'm here" as she made a wave at them while walking briskly. Passing by them and giving a small smile and wave, she arrived in front of Ozpin's office, the door opened were she saw him on his desk focused on other things. She took a step forward. "I'm here sir. My paperwork is here" as she grabbed the neatly folded paperwork from her purse and placed it on her desk. She then exited out of the room.
Vega through her glasses could see that Napoli once again pissed off Gratia. She looked at Gratia eyes and could see nothing but anger and frustration. She looked at Napoli on the floor. It was the usual with those two ever since they met at Haven.
Then from a distance she can see a figure far down the hallway walking at a brisk pace. She zoomed in with her augmented glasses and saw it was her cousin. She looked quite different before she left.
Tala arrived to her. "Hi Vega, it's good to see you here. I can see with Napoli on the ground" as she turned his head to him "and observing Gratia eyes that these two haven't changed."
"Nope Gratia and Napoli and have not changed yet" as she made a small laugh. "They are still the same as always. Anyway Tala are we going to get started with the tour?"
"Of course" as she turned her heads both to Napoli and Gratia. "No need for intro as you already know me sooo…wait" as she looked at her scroll. "There is supposed to be a cat faunus by the name of Emerald Felicia. Do you know where she is?"
"I do not know. I just came here after giving my paperwork to Ozpin. Though I must say" as Vega looked at her cousin outfit "it's so cute and fitting! You look great with it! Have you got any guys with it?"
"Heh thanks cousin. But no and I have no plans right now."
Sarina Tala Dei looked different ever since the last time Team VGNB saw her. She sported a modest outfit. She wore black boots, thigh high socks, green undershirt that might be connected to the green skirt. She wore a nicely fit red jacket and around her neck a blue scarf. Red eyes and black hair, one could not realize the beauty she held but also the sense of serenity, professionalism, and maturity exuding from her.</s>
<|message|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia
Emerald - Totally lost -
A drop of sweat escaped Emerald's face. She looked all around her with frantic, erratic movements.
"AHHHHHH I'm totally lost!" Maybe running off on her own hadn't been such a great idea. Emerald waved her hands in the air frantically, running in a circle. "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna run out of water, then I'm gonna die! They'll find nothing but bones!"
She paused in her panicking when she remembered something important. She had a scroll. She opened it up and quickly found a map of the school. "Ah okay, I'm not gonna die, phew." That had been a close one, she decided that the wisest thing to do now would be to head back the way she came and hopefully find that tour guide. She started running with abandon, hopefully they hadn't started the tour without her! She'd miss the tour snacks! Wait, did they have tour snacks? She hoped so!
The assembled group outside of Ozpin's office heard what sounded like wind blowing at high speed as Emerald sped toward them, nearly crashing into the group as she came to a sudden stop in front of them. She panted, bracing herself against her knees as she caught her breath. She looked up at Sarina.
"Sorry! I got excited and ran off to explore but then I got lost and thought I was gonna die and that all that would be left was my bones but then I remembered I had a scroll and I looked at the map and ran all the way back here because I didn't want to miss the tour and by the way are there snacks?" She was speaking so fast it was hard to keep up with her.</s>
<|message|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein
Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort
The camp was in ruins. No one was left inside. Bodies, burning ruins and broken tools littered the inner field. Far too many by Marcus' own hand. He counted those shot by Aurellius. Under his orders MODA smashed everything like an out of control Sitting Bull. He might as well have pulled Avalon's trigger himself.
"Better than an action movie right?" Aurellius said. "Too bad I didn't get to do much but hey that's how the dice land."
Marcus said nothing in return. Personally he felt like Oswald looked, but he stowed it for later. There were still people to save. He could still do some good. He had to do some good here. He could drown himself in what ifs and unanswered questions later, now was the time for action. The convoy still had two trucks left that were making a run for it.
The autoloader rattled as another HE shell slid into the breech. To an outsider the cannon solution might have appeared like overkill. However it was the best option Marcus had. Close quarters was out, machine guns would be less effective, and finally the bugs were tiny. That made them highly susceptible to death by overpressure. Once more an artificial earthquake shook the ground as another shell thundered downrange. Compared to the other spectacles of destruction the explosion was almost mundane. The thickest part of the bug swarm simply ceased to exist, replaced in a flash of light by a small mushroom cloud.
Meanwhile another mental track analysed. Their behaviour indicated the bugs wanted the fire to spread. There was nothing that could be done about the source of the flames but wait for it to burn out, no available fire extinguisher would put out the white phosphorous. The acid the bugs used would do a number on everything MODA had to offer, let alone the camp. So why were they not swarming over the camp? Why bother with the fire? What was the cause of the jamming? Was it related to the bugs and if so how and why? Who were the humanoid attackers of the convoy then, if any? Far too may questions needed answers.
"So what now boss?" Aurellius asked.
"Now. Now we hold our ground. Defend the camp. I doubt this is over." Marcus said tonelessly. "If however, it is over. We regroup, find some answers, then move on from there."</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Schwarz
Luke Schwarze -- Out of the Frying Pan
First universal rule of fighting in all forms...
Well, guideline, but treating it as a rule is smart. Perhaps the greatest lesson he'd ever learned from the very same coach that had always told him to try and emulate his prodigy sister--
Stay off the center line!
Feeling his eyebrows begin to singe away, the gauntleted teen juked forward and to the side, simultaneously closing distance and evading a crispy, untimely conclusion to their short battle.
That said, he needed to keep this up. Casting fireball undoubtedly gave this Mordred guy the range advantage, and that was something he absolutely needed to take away! He kept pressing inward, trying to close the distance between him and his opponent.
If I can just get my hands on him, I'll be in a much better position to do some work.
Luckily, he only had a few feet to go, and then the next issue'd be dealing with that sword.
Either try and in-fight, or just take him to the ground.
Those seemed like the best options.
Keeping an intelligent defense up all the while, Schwarze continued working his way into range.</s> |
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