My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]
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				Title: <strong>My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 19:22:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Beacon_zps3c5kepag.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Hello and welcome to Beacon. My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world."</em><br><br>The speech had been from Glynda Goodwitch herself! A real Huntress! A translucent image of her had flickered in the window of the airship you were currently riding in. When she appeared, you and all the other new students turned and paid rapt attention to the mature woman's words. You had all been selected to join Beacon Academy, a school where promising teens were molded into Huntsmen and Huntresses, upholders of peace and defenders of good. The first half of the ride had been boring, just waiting and milling about, quiet chatter filling the roomy area where you all stood. After that speech though the air was electric, excitement filling your every pore. Just as the image of Glynda winked out of existence you could all spot it. Beacon Academy. One of the most prestigious and famous schools in Remnant. It waited for you a short distance away, perched at cliff's edge and surrounded by verdant fields, thick forests, and flowing rivers. Here is where you would train. Here is where your future would begin.</span></span> <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Lark was grinning from ear to ear as the speech finished. She stretched a little and folded her arms behind her head. <em>"That was awesome! I saw Glynda on the news once, she kicks some serious ass! Y'know, for an old lady."</em> The white-haired girl's eyes were brimming with excitement. She was eager to start her training and become even better - no, the best! <br><br>Lark Enciel stood almost a full head shorter than everyone else on the airship. She was only five feet tall, but that mop of messy white hair was hard to miss, especially when you noticed the rainbow of color shaved into it. Stormy grey eyes peeked out from below rogue strands and bright white teeth shown as the girl smiled. What she lacked in verticality she made up for in tone. Lark was an athletic one, that was to be sure. Obvious definition lay in her arms, legs, and stomach. She clearly had some sort of exercise routine going on. She definitely looked like the kind of person that tried too hard. Her dress was casual enough, though; a sleeveless blue windbreaker, white shirt and shorts. Most students were carrying obvious weapons, but Lark was one who's chosen armament wasn't so noticable upon a casual glance. Her running shoes looked a bit more.. high tech. They had thicker soles, fastened with some kind of clasps instead of laces, looked exceptionally durable, and, near the top where they ended was a thick metal ring. It seemed to be responsible for housing some kind of technology. That, and keeping them on her feet at all costs. Were one able to look at the bottoms, they'd see several small holes similar to gun barrels in the heels of the shoes. The steel ringed 'necks' of the shoes were actually loaded with Dust cartridges and on command could expel a shotgun-like blast of force from the holes in the heels. It made for an... interesting style of fighting, as the other students would soon find out.<br><br>Lark shouldered a nearby student and leaned inward, offering a conspiratorial whisper, <em>"I heard that they break everyone up into groups of four and make them compete with each other. Y'know, teams."</em> Leaning back, she threw in a wink and a grin, <em>"I'll be team leader, no doubt. You'd better hope you're with me!"</em> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 20:01:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Olive had watched Glynda with a more dispassionate air then many of those watching. After all, he'd met Hunters and Huntresses before. His father had taken him out on a dinner with some of his friends to mark his acceptance to Beacon, introducing Olive to the Hunters he sometimes collaborated with. The tall young man rose out of the crowd obviously, especially paired with his equipment. He wore armor, in contrast to many of the people there, a Cuirass of enhanced steel, with chain covering his limbs. He didn't wear a helmet. Paired with his shield, a massive number almost as big as he was, and his polearm, which was taller, he stood out. Oddly, despite his massive equipment, he was rather slender, his frame slight giving him almost a stick figure appearance. Those that hadn't seem him easily heft his equipment might wonder how he moved under it all. Slender glasses and brown eyes stared at the Huntress. He'd elected to show up in hunting garb, as he'd heard mention of 'initiation' last night when the Hunter's got drunk. They hushed up about it, saying Olive needed to learn himself, but he'd be prepared for whatever it was. He was here to be the best, and that started today.<br><br>As Glynda vanished, Olive returned his eyes to the land below him. He scanned it dispassionately, doing his best to familiarize himself with landmarks. He had no reason, as of yet, to think that doing so would help. But it was better then listening to the chatter in here, and it might help at some point. Knowledge was precious, and Olive did his best to add to his hoard of it at every turn. A Hunter needed brains as well as brawn. A girl shouldered him, and spoke up, Olive rolling his eyes at her. Overconfidence. A fatal weakness. When she finished, he adjusted his glasses, turning to her.<br><br>"You are correct about the teams. As for everything else, we will see."<br><br>Olive knew about the teams for a very simple reason. They were how his mother and father met. There were a few pictures in the house of his father, mother, and the other two hunters that had formed their team. Olive had no intention of being on a team with this bossy girl, and wished whoever let her lead them well. He had no doubt it would end poorly. Olive intended to be leader as well, of course. But no need to brag about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 21:18:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>"Wowzers," whispered a wide-eyed blonde youth as she caught the tail end of Glynda Goodwitch's address to the students.&nbsp; The view of the academy and the vast landscape were breathtaking, though her overall enjoyment might have been vastly improved, had she not been in the custody of one of the few guards along the ship.&nbsp; A hefty handful of her shirt was currently bunched in his hand as he stared her down, reminding her frostily to stay out of the engine room.&nbsp; <br><br>Had it not been for the guard, it would have been easy to miss the girl.&nbsp; Aurelie Arturo was fairly subtle in appearance - of an average height and build with no discernible characteristics, save perhaps for her pale gold hair that, today, she deemed fit to let lay about her shoulders.&nbsp; Tomorrow, when the real work began, it'd be tied back in something a little more practical, but for now, she could relax.&nbsp; Clad in simple street clothes and a pair of thin glasses, with only two thin stick-looking-things at her hip, she barely looked as if she belonged with an entire class of Hunters and Huntresses in training.&nbsp; That was like to be her advantage, though.<br><br>"Geez.&nbsp; If you didn't want students by the engines, then you should have locked the doors," she grumbled, then added under her breath, "With something more robust than a standard 9-pin tumbler." <br><br>She shrugged off her guard as he let her go, turning a little too sharply without looking, only to bump right into another student.&nbsp; "Oof!"&nbsp; Stumbling back a few steps, she nearly clocked herself on an outstretched arm.&nbsp; Narrowly avoiding the arm with a duck and a lunge forward, she proceeded to bump right into the other student again, a girl with shocking white hair.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gosh.&nbsp; Sorry about that.&nbsp; Not really my day.&nbsp; Hope I didn't do any lasting harm," she apologized, brushing herself off for a second time.&nbsp; It was then that she caught a glimpse of the boy at her side - a behemoth in steel armor with the equipment to match, if not overshadow the boy himself.&nbsp; Her eyes widened.&nbsp; She would have been content to keep drooling, had she not caught the sight of the girl's mechanized boots out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; Instantly, and without a thought to personal space, she dropped to her knees and began stroking one barreled shoe.&nbsp; "Did...did you design these yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 22:14:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e2JoqdV.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Celeste Baya</span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>"Mmmhhmmmmph..." The queasy sounds of a young girl could be heard throughout Glynda's speech to the prospective hunters. The young woman looked ill, barely holding herself together as she stood on the airship with the other hunters. She wasn't easy to miss, with bright blue fin-like ears, a pair of golden horns and a tail with bright blue scales that seemed to be almost as long as she was tall. The young woman's tail twitched softly as she tried to avoid looking down at the passing scenery. "They s-said ship...n-not airship..." The girl complained to herself, leaning against the airship wall. Her weapon, a mechanized Katana, was holstered on her hip in a sheath with compact gears and what seemed to be dust filled cartridges on the outside. "I-I wanna go to the ocean..." She whimpered, sighing as she watched other people interact.<br><br>There was a girl with a shock of white hair who seemed fairly confident, a girl with golden hair that had gotten into a tussle with air-ship security, and a male that seemed to be in armor that should have been much to big for him. Comparatively, Celeste hadn't worn that much. Nothing indecent, of course, but her clothing was a simple blue and black T-shirt and jean pants that had a hole cut into them for her tail. Along with that she wore boots with extra grip. Long black hair cascaded down her back, reaching all the way to her rump and her blue tail. She was a Faunus, and seemed to be a rarity among the group of hunters on the airship, as she couldn't see any others. Being a blue 'dragon', she was already a rarity in the Faunus community as well, but to be the only one on the airship left her a little uneasy among all the humans. <br><br>"I-I can't nap like this....Oommh!" Celeste seemed to lose control and grabbed the nearest trash can, losing her lunch like a lizard falling from a wall. She looked up after wiping her mouth with a paper towel, still feeling queesy even as the airship continued on. "S-Stupid flying...ships...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 23:10:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Lark squinted at <strong>Glasses Guy</strong>. She saw that eyeroll and was totally getting that 'holier than thou' vibe from him. Lifting a hand, she pointed at him and was about to speak when someone bumped into her and apologized. <em>"S'ok,"</em> she said without looking and then opened her mouth again to chastize <strong>Glasses Guy</strong> when she was bumped again, by the same person. Now her attention was drawn. Lark turned and eyed <strong>Golden Girl</strong>, who was suddenly all over her and just <em>all</em> up in her business. <br><br><em>"Gah! D-dammit!"</em> flustered Lark, stepping backwards and trying to extricate her foot from the blonde's grasp. The white-haired girl had a little thing about personal space. Rule number one was 'don't be all up in it' and rule number two went a little something like 'see rule one'. She was blushing a little. The question hit her and she was, for once, at a loss for words. Lark was a bit worried. Most students designed and built their own weapons. It was embarrassing to admit that she was no good with technology and her parents had helped her a little.<br><br>Okay, a lot. <br><br><em>"Ergh, ye-yeah!"</em> she lied, <em>"Of course I did!"</em> Veering back to the truth she added, <em>"They're Atlas tech. Dust-Assisted Combat Greaves. My 'Cloud Kickers'. They're like.. shotguns. For your feet. It's all very technical."</em> Lark lightly shook her foot again. <em>"Now, please, leggo."</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"I-I can't nap like this... Oommh!"</em></span><br><br>Distracted by the noise, Lark glanced over her shoulder briefly at a <strong>Blue Faunus</strong> ralphing into a trash can. <em>"Gross."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 00:28:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Aurelie grinned stupidly as she continued to fawn over the girl's shoes, oblivious both to their owner's discomfort and lack of knowledge.&nbsp; Calculations flooded her head like a scroll on steroids.&nbsp; "Atlas tech?&nbsp; Oh my.&nbsp; Are they strictly Dust-powered propulsion?&nbsp; I'll have to take a closer look sometime."&nbsp; Not that the girl had given her permission to take a look at them now, but all things were negotiable.&nbsp; She quickly stood up and shot out a hand.&nbsp; "Aurelie Arturo, and you are..." At that moment, she took a closer look, as if actually seeing her beyond the white hair and the Cloud Kickers for the first time.&nbsp; Aurelie was wont to do that at times, ignoring the person in favor of the tech, but if she was to succeed at Beacon, she'd have to start paying more attention.<br><br>"Hang on.&nbsp; I think I know you - you went to Signal, no?"&nbsp; Peering through her glasses, she squinted her eyes and tilted her head.&nbsp; "We had... Battle Tactics together.&nbsp; Possibly.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; I think." Face recognition was definitely a thing she would have to work on.&nbsp; "Your name was..." she quickly glanced at the shock of white and the small prismatic streak and gave her best guess, "Rainbow... Brite?"<br><br>Maybe now was not the best time to work on her social skills.&nbsp; Looking for an exit, she glanced around, hearing another student losing their lunch to the waste bin.&nbsp; She grimaced nervously, as if trying to smile, then tilted her head in the faunus' general direction.&nbsp; "Gosh... she... looks uncomfortable.&nbsp; Maybe she could use some help..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 00:51:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Olive was pretty much ignoring the noisy overconfident girl now, his eyes searching the area below them. He knew that Noisy was having her feet molested by a golden haired girl, but that was firmly in the "Not Olive's Problem" category of things. Olive wasn't a complete ass, and he did try to help people in his own way, but this problem was way, way outside his zone of expertise. Noisy was on her own. The girl hurling in the waste bin... also that. Olive had no idea why she was the only one having issues. Perhaps it was something to do with being a Faunus? Olive had no idea. He'd met Faunus before, and didn't have any real issue with them, like some people did. They could be silly or smart, strong or weak, just like humans. It was as simple as that. He thought for a moment, before looking back at the Faunus.<br><br>"Miss, try fixing your eyes on the horizon. It can help reduce the nausea."<br><br>Olive gave the Faunus a wan smile. It would be rough enough for her at Beacon without the reputation for horking at the slightest movement. Olive didn't intend for any of these oddities to be his associates, but he'd still help how he could. They were classmates, and even if they were to become nothing more, that meant he should offer aid when the cost was so minimal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 05:55:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e2JoqdV.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Celeste Baya</span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>People were beginning to notice the blue faunus, and her tail twitched nervously as she knew people had seen her toss her cookies. The Green Machine mentioned something about keeping her eyes on the horizon to help the nausea, while the Golden-Haired Girl looked a bit concerned. Grey-head seemed disgusted, however. "T-Thanks..." Celeste said to Olive, trying to keep her eyes forward. "I hate traveling in these things...give me a boat on the ocean any day...or just let me swim." She said with a sigh, feeling her nausea lessen at least a little bit. "M-My name is Celeste. That's...quite a suit of armor you have there." Celeste said softly, in her best conversational tone despite her nausea. Her tail was wavering back and forth, trying to keep her balanced in the slightly wavery air-ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 06:25:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Olive blinked at Celeste's statement about the armor, shrugging inside it. He didn't really think so. He'd never seen a Grimm, but he'd cut his teeth on his father's stories about them. They were fearsome creatures. Huntsmen died if they didn't take them seriously. Given all that, he believed his armor was quite normal. To be fair, she may have been just speaking about the oddity of wearing it now. He shrugged at her question, the gesture giving off a dull clanking sound.<br><br>"It pays to be prepared. Grimm can come in all sizes, and armor like this can protect you from the smaller ones, letting you focus on the more dangerous ones. It won't protect you from the larger ones, but thats what this is for."<br><br>Olive raised the huge Shield up, then put it down on the floor again, carefully. He didn't want to ding the floor, or the shield. The Shield was heavy, and not intended to take blows to its side, and not its front. He looked at Celeste... and decided to cough up a bit more. She was having trouble with her stomach, but didn't seem that bad.<br><br>"As for why I am wearing it... there is some kind of test coming up. Soon. I don't know when exactly, or what it will be... but I want to be prepared. That means armed and armored. If it just a written exam or something silly, then no harm done. And if it isn't... well, I think I'll be glad of it.. No one ever died of overpreperation. I'm Olive."<br><br>Olive held off on his last name. Hunters were celebrities in their own respect. He had no idea if anyone would recognize the name, but he didn't want to Charcoal Hemsworth's son. He wanted Charcoal Hemsworth to be Olive Hemsworth father, at least to the people in this airship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 18:51:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>With a deadpan expression on her face, Lark took <strong>Aurelie's</strong> hand and shook it. <em>"No, my name is not Rainbow Brite."</em> She squinted. This girl was going to drive her nuts. <em>"It's Lark. Lark Enciel. It's a pleasure for you to meet me."</em> She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back a little bit, relaxing now that the up-close inspection of her person was over with. Lark thought for a brief moment and then nodded a little. <em>"Oh yeah, I think I remember you! Which is weird, because I think I slept through most of Battle Tactics."</em> Lark yawned just thinking about it, eyes half-lidded and a hand running through her mop of white hair. Lark had graduated from Signal by her combat skill alone and any sort of academic class she'd taken was almost always a miserable failure. Reading and studying was most definitely not her strong suit.<em>"Tactics are boring. You don't need that kind of stuff if you're fast and strong enough."</em> Her gaze then followed <strong>Aurelie's</strong> over to the <strong>Blue Faunus</strong> again, who just now seemed to be recovering from losing it into the trash can. Lark was about to come up with some kind of sarcastic remark when the ship started to descend. <br><br>A small chime sounded in the room, followed by an announcement in a soft female voice - one of the pilots, most likely - that said <em>"Now landing at Beacon Academy. First year students, please head down the center pathway and into the main building for your introduction. Everyone please remain inside the airship until we have completely stopped and the ramp is extended fully. Thank you, and good luck at Beacon Academy."</em><br><br>Excitement filled the cabin again. Everyone moved to the windows to watch Beacon come into view. The architecture was slightly bizarre but magnificent to behold; like something out of a story book. It was castle-like in design, with elegant white stone, wide pathways, and a grand landscape with professionally manicured greenery and sparkling pools and rivers. Slowly, the airship descended near the edge of the cliff and then came to a stop. A bridge leading from the ship to the academy grounds extended and the rear door was opened. As soon as the bridge was fully extended, students started to move, some in awe, some excited, some scared. Lark was fully in the second camp.<br><br>When <strong>Aurelie</strong> looked back, the white-haired girl was gone. If she'd moved any faster there would've been an audible 'pop' sound from the air rushing to fill the Lark-shaped void. <br><br><em><strong>"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"</strong></em> was the next the blonde heard, and Lark was spotted running out of the airship. She quickly took to the head of the pack and was gaining quite a bit of distance at what was, for Lark, a light jog. Her arms were in the air and she was shouting with delight. <em>"Last one in is a loooooooooserrrr!"</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 18:53:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Beacon2_zpspwnpqtct.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Beacon Academy - Main Avenue</span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 19:15:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Olive looked up at ceiling as the announcement rolled out. He'd heard Rainbow Brite's statement, and chose to ignore it. She'd lose that attitude soon enough. It didn't matter how tough and strong you were, if you didn't have a plan, you were just flailing. Sometimes you got lucky flailing. Olive wasn't one to rely on luck. He didn't fight the crowd's push toward the windows, drifting with them toward the window. Not that he was pushed to much. Olive was hard to push in this get up. However, it didn't provoke the same emotional response from Olive as the others. He wasn't in awe, he wasn't visibly excited. He certainly wasn't scared. The best way to put it would be to say he exuded 'quiet satisfaction.' Olive had a long way to go, but he'd taken a step on the path.<br><br>Rainbow Brite's shout of joy got another eye roll and a head shake, but Olive started moving down the ramp. He wasn't running, just moving at a nice constant walk, but his posture and bearing said it was a choice, and not something demanded by his equipment. Olive headed toward the central building at the walking pace, ignoring those that decided it was time to take... detours. He had his directions, and was following them, his steps on the footpaths audible to anyone listening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 19:40:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<hr><br>Even though he didn't act like it(he almost never did), Fenrir was pretty excited about going to Beacon. He'd worked his ass off at Mistral, and felt he deserved his shot at the prestigious academy. Only time would tell if he was truly deserving, but he felt he was, or at least he felt he deserved the chance to prove himself right or wrong. Gathered with the others on the ship, he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for anything to happy at all.<br><br>&nbsp;Then Glynda Goodwitch showed up over the viewscreen and started off with a rousing welcome speech no doubt designed to get them amped and excited for school. For him, it worked. He was more than ready to get started and continue to grow in experience and skill. When her speech was done, Ms. Goodwitch vanished, and the view was replaced with the incoming Beacon. It was a beautiful, powerful looking place. And if it was anything like Mistral, he was going to enjoy himself.<br><br>&nbsp;He didn't speak yet, and instead was focused on observing and listening to the others around him. Lark was passionate, <em>very</em> passionate about this opportunity. She was a bit pushy, but it made sense with her attitude. She wanted to prove something, maybe to herself, or to someone else. But he rarely saw anyone that determined when they were just working for themselves. The studious looking guy who looked all sorts of out of place decked out in heavy plate armor was calm, reserved, and he seemed to be pretty smart. At least that was the feeling he got from the way he spoke and carried himself.<br><br>&nbsp;Aurelie well...she seemed to be a bit of an airhead, but acting one way didn't mean you were that way. The fascination she showed at Lark's boots said she wasn't just some ditzy blond. He looked over at Celeste when she started puking. She was the first other Faunus he'd seen so far, and unfortunately it seemed she got air sick. He wondered if anyone here had gone to Sanctum like him? He hadn't recognized anyone so far though, so maybe not. <br><br>After a while, they got an announcement that they were about to land, and once they did they were to go to the main building for orientation. Lark was the first one out, and his eyes watched her dart off at an impressive speed. Not many people moved like that. Hmmm. Did he want to race? Did he want to try and be first? His answer was to bend his knees, and then shoot out of the ship like a rocket. Lark was fast, no doubt. Probably one of the fastest people he'd ever seen aside from himself. It would be good to have challenges again. Not many people would have been able to catch up to the speeding girl, but then again he wasn't many people and after a bit was keeping pace with her. "You're good...<em>fast</em>. I'm Fenrir," he said casually like the two of them weren't breaking speed records or anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 20:22:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e2JoqdV.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Celeste Baya</span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>An excited squeal came from the blue Faunus girl as it was announced they'd be finally landing, meaning that she'd finally be off this blasted air-ship and it's stupid rocking and wavering. Regular ships were something she could handle, but flying! Hah! She wasn't born with wings like some other Faunus! As Beacon came into view, she watched it slowly be revealed and marveled in awe at the castle ahead of them. She noticed a face in the crowd that was looking at Beacon, a <strong>Masked Guy</strong> among the people that she though she recognized for a moment or two as someone from Mistral, though he was gone as soon as the door opened for the airship, along with <strong>Rainbow Brite</strong> taking off for the main entrance. <em><strong>"Last one in is a loser!"</strong></em> was the shout she heard from Lark.<br><br><strong>"Hmmph...running isn't really my thing..."</strong> She said with a sigh as people crowded out. <strong>Jolly Green</strong> seemed to have the same idea, walking instead of running, though that might have been because of the armor. Still, she also wasn't one to pass up a challenge either.<strong>"Hey <strong>nice-guy!</strong> I'm going to go ahead and make those two lose. See you when you catch up!"</strong> Instead of running, however, she activated her semblance. Four orbs appeared on her feet, perfect spheres that seemed to glow with a bluish aura and appeared quite solid. Normally her semblance had two modes, with the first being able to expand outward to 30 feet in a perfect sphere, but she decided to create smaller ones instead, and took off towards the castle with the spheres rolling along like wheels or balls. Skating to the head of the pack, and with imbeccable balance thanks to her tail, she found herself with Lark and Fenrir at the front. She waved to them both with a smile, turning her back to the castle as she rolled backwards ahead of the two. <strong>"Looks like you two are gonna be the loooosers..."</strong> She said with a taunting smile, laughing as she easily glided in front of them both....and flipped head over heels into the Beacon fountain with a yelp and a splash. Blushing, she watched as the rest of the crowd parted and ran past, and sighed to herself, pushing her index fingers together as she saw Olive still walking at his own pace. <strong>"Heh...well it was a good idea in theory..."</strong> She said to herself and to him with a sheepish look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 05:21:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Celeste, Everyone<br><br>Olive wished he really was a 'four eyes' at the moment. He lacked eyes to sufficiently display his derision for this. He couldn't believe that they were engaging Rainbow Brite. Sure, maybe one immature brat could slip through the cracks, but the Faunus and a <strong>fellow in a mask</strong> were engaging her. It would just validate her little delusions. However, Celeste's semblance got some interest from him. His father had never shown him his, and Aqua was still getting her Aura under control. Olive had never seen anything quite like it. His own Semblance was boring compared to that. Serviceable, and rather useful, but not very flashy. However, Celeste showed off why sometimes serviceable paid off as she went head first into the fountain. He sighed as the students went around her... and stopped at the fountain.<br><br>"You probably won't catch a cold in there, but if you get water all over the floor of the hall, you are, at the very least, going to be mopping it up."<br><br>Olive reversed his grip on the Halberd, holding it near the head, so the end extended was just the wooden Haft. He slipped the haft in the back of her shift, hauling her out of the water wordlessly. He omitted a grunt or anything. While Olive wasn't that experienced being around girls other then Aqua, he still knew better then to imply that a girl was heavy. He set her down on the ground, and quickly reverted to the proper grip.<br><br>"Was that your Semblance? Is that all it does, let you ride around on it, or can it do other things?"<br><br>Eric's eyes showed something other then the quiet detachment, or bemused indifference they often showed. Semblances were as a variable as the wind, but still fascinating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 06:10:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headed to the Introduction<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fenrir and Celeste<br><br>Lark soon found herself joined by a male student in black garb. He introduced himself, but they were both then joined by the <strong>Blue Faunus</strong> who'd been horking up her lunch all over the airship. Now she seemed to be skating by on rolling spheres of some kind. The faunus seemed confident she was going to win when, not watching where she was going, she ran directly into the fountain and toppled in with a splash. Lark and <strong>Fenrir</strong>, slightly more observant, ran around it instead of opting to take a bath. Lark glanced momentarily over her shoulder and saw the faunus being helped up by the <strong>Moody Guy</strong> from the airship. Her attention turned back to Fenrir.<br><br><em>"Hi, Fenrir. I'm faster than you! See ya!"</em> Lark taunted him with a grin on her lips and activated her own Semblance. Her hair changed to a rainbow of colors and seemed to leave faint color trails in the air behind her as she ran. Her ability allowed her to shift her weight dramatically up or down and in making herself lighter she was able to accelerate to speeds unmatched. Lark dashed forward with enough speed to kick up a dust trail behind her as she ran. In the last stretch she activated her Cloud Kickers, a the force of the blast launching her lighter body off the ground and sending her flying through the air. Lark soared over the steps to the main hall and it looked like she might overshoot the thing and splat against the wall. Instead, she dropped her weight and made herself heavy, shooting her to the ground like a boulder falling out of an airship. Lark landed in a crouch, cracking pavement. She stood, grinned and raised her arms, strutting backwards into the main hall. <em>"Who's the champ? Lark's the champ!"</em><br><br>And she backed right into a slender, older man in black with tousled grey hair and rounded spectacles. He looked down at her and flashed a smile that wasn't really a smile. It was one of those wan smiles that Olive was so fond of. Headmaster Ozpin. <em>"We'll see about that, young lady. Go on inside."</em> He sipped tea from a Beacon Academy mug. <br><br>The color drained both from Lark's hair and her face. She'd almost bowled over the headmaster. <em>"... Yeah. 'Kay."</em> Grinning sheepishly and suppressing a small bit of hero worship, she shuffled around him and walked inside, trying to play it casual. Once she was past him, she raised her arms in the air again in victory. It seemed like her ego was indefatigable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 08:21:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lark, Celeste, Ozpin<hr><br>He hadn't had fun like this in a while, even though technically all he was doing was having a little race with one of the most excitable girls he'd ever met. Before she responded to him, Celeste used her semblance and quickly caught up with them. He looked over at her as she waved, his eyes darting down to the orbs at her feet that seemed to be made of some sort of energy. <br><br>Either her semblance was amazing and she was utilizing an aspect of it...or that was it. He hoped it was the former. She skated past them, and in the spirit of competition talked just a bit of trash. She was immediately rewarded though when she turned backwards to show off, only to crash into the fountain. Good thing she was a water based Faunus. "I would have warned you, but I didn't want to ruin your moment." That was what Celeste would hear with a playful tone as he sped by her and the fountain, wisely moving a foot or two to the side to avoid the structure. <br><br>He was still keeping pace with Lark when she finally responded, then claimed she was faster before using her own semblance and taking off. Why hadn't he thought to use his Semblance? Everyone else was apparently. He never got the chance though, as her speed kicked up a good amount of dust that got into his eyes and even a bit under his mask. He slowed down to a jog so he could cough it out, then when he was good again, he strolled all the way to the finish. <br><br>Of course he hadn't come in first, but the Headmaster didn't seem to be the guy you wanted waiting for you, as Lark soon found out. His hands found their way back to his pockets...up until the point where he stopped in front of Ozpin. "Headmaster Ozpin. My name is Fenrir Zherneboh. It's an honor to meet you, sir." He bowed his head slightly, and wondered about&nbsp; extending his hand. In the end, he did, smiling a bit under his mask and holding his hand out to shake Ozpin's.<br><br>&nbsp;He hoped he accepted it. Whether he did or didn't, when the Headmaster was done with him, he was the second into the Main Hall and leaned against a wall. "Nice moves," he said to Lark from his spot. "I could've done without the dust though...kinda hard to handle when your eyes, ears, and nose are a lot more sensitive than normal," he chuckled. As if on cue, the snow white ears on the top of his head flickered back and forth, as if they were shaking sand out of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 12:03:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Zhong.Hui.full.591073.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Platina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fenrir, Lark<hr><br><em>Clank... clank... clank...</em><br><br>"Well now. Some people just HAVE to establish their definition of excitement don't they?" Alexander spoke out loud, entering the Main Hall with his armor clanking with each step he took. Oddly enough, he was there seconds after [<strong>Wolf guy</strong>] entered the Main Hall. He didn't seem fast to the outside eye, but Alexander used his semblance to shadow the race at the set pace the 'contenders' kept. Hell, he arrived just in time to see [<strong>Wolf guy</strong>] introduce himself to Headmaster Ozpin himself. Following after, Alexander simply bowed in curtesy to Headmaster Ozpin in silence before scooting inward to the Main Hall to join the few who made it early. <br><br>"Gotta admit though. You guys are fast. Never seen anyone go that fast before." Alexander smiled as he walked towards [<strong>Wolf guy</strong>]and [Rainbow Dash]. With his left hand, he was gently waving at them as he closed the distance at a slow pace. "My name is Alexander Platina. I'm looking forward to having a good year with you guys." Stopping at a decent distance between the two, Alexander lowered his hands onto his two pistols that were holstered on each of his sides. He wasn't gripping them, more like using them as an arm rest.<br><br>"Say, do you guys know whether or not we're supposed to chill here for awhile?" Alexander asked as he raised his right hand to scratch the back of his neck. Slipping his hand between the top of his shield that was holstered on his back and his neck, Alexander lightly dragged the nails across his neck to get rid of an itch that was bothering him for the pass minute. Probably a mosquito bite or something. Looking at [<strong>Wolf guy</strong>], Alexander wondered if he'd ever get targeted by fleas being a canine type of Faunus. <em>Probably</em> shouldn't voice this thought out loud however. [Rainbow Dash] would probably laugh at the idea sure, but [<strong>Wolf guy</strong>] probably would not take too kindly to that thought process.<br><br>Alexander was trying to make friends after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 18:49:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e2JoqdV.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Celeste Baya</span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olive, Anyone<br><br>Celeste continued to look sheepish even as she was fished out by her wet T-shirt by <strong>Olive. </strong> <strong>"Hmm? Well, that's one part of it."</strong> Celeste said to him with a soft smile and a wiggle of her wet tail. The girl seemed to be oblivious to how her wet clothes clung to her body, showing off a few curves to Olive that wouldn't be obvious otherwise. <strong>"There's more to it...but I shouldn't divulge all my secrets. A gentleman never asks, right?"</strong> She said with a giggle, turning away from him and focusing for a moment. <strong>Olive</strong> would feel a sense of power come from her as her Aura surged, and a permeable dome of energy formed 30 feet by 30 feet. Celeste remained still, or at least seemed to, before teleporting five feet ahead of where she had been originally. In her place was left a shimmering water sillohette, and her clothes and body were suddenly completely dry. The water fell onto the ground harmlessly, and the dome disappeared as Celeste took a deep breath and seemed to be a little exhausted. <br><br><strong>"C-Come on....we're gonna be late."</strong> Celeste said to <strong>Olive</strong>, breathlessly, as she smiled and went ahead of him towards the main hall. Once she was inside, she found a seat not too far from Lark and Fenrir and waited patiently for Ozpin to give them their introductory speech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 01:24:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ends at Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (Mentions: Lark)<br><hr><br><em>You’re lucky that your stripes aren’t as noticeable as mine.</em><br><br><em>Try to avoid gettin’ involved in student activities. You need to be a recluse so that you can carry out the job.</em><br><br><strong><em>Make sure that he understands what he must do if he’s caught.</em></strong><br><br><em>Hey; mind your business. He gots’ this.</em><br><br><em>I don’t think that it’s gonna come to that. We’ve all seen you fight, bro. There ain’t a single scrub in that academy who would be able to stop you.</em><br><br><em>Hey, look. You come back, all right? Don’t go doin’ any suicidal, kamikaze bullshit, all right? I mean…not unless you got to. Please just don’t end up like Mom and Dad.</em><br><br>He stared out the window of the airship at the blue sky, the birds, and the clouds. The excitable noise of the prospective huntsmen behind him fell on deaf ears. It had become background noise as he submerged himself into his thoughts. Hundreds…there were hundreds on this ship. He could have easily blown up the bird and sent it falling from the sky in a burning streamer to crash land into Beacon Academy. It would have made a statement but not an effective one. The retaliation would have only been immense.<br><br>Beacon Academy…his hands agitatedly gripped the bronze rail and his crimson brows gravitated toward each other on his forehead. Eyes of warm honey narrowed and a heavy frown turned his lips as the tower and academy buildings appeared on the horizon. He was going behind enemy lines alone. He and his brother had trained for years for this moment and here he was the first; the guinea pig.<br><br><em>I can’t afford to fuck this up,</em> Strype thought. It hadn’t been the suicide if he failed that put so much pressure on his shoulders. It was failure itself and leaving his brother alone with his death and their parents’ death on his mind. He couldn’t do that to him.<br><br><strong>Now landing at Beacon Academy. First year students, please head down the center pathway and into the main building for your introduction…</strong><br><br>Strype blinked his eyes and returned to the world. The crowd began to shift like water, flooding out the rear hatch.<br><br><strong>WHOOOO!...Last one in is a loo~ser~!</strong><br><br>Some kids never grew up. He released the rail and merged into the crowd, the impressions of his hands in the metal, deforming it a little. He brought his hands up to grasp the black straps of an odd black cylindrical machine on his back. It was obvious that it was his weapon or had something to do with his weapon, but that was all that could have been deciphered from first observation.<br><br>By the time he arrived in the main hall, the same mass of students occupied the space, their voices resonated at the ceiling in an incomprehensible din. The air had grown a bit warm with so many bodies concentrating one area. The headmaster would hopefully start the orientation soon and spare them all of each other’s presence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 01:55:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone; Mentioning Sigurd/Strype<br><br>Even a girl as socially inept as Aurelie could recognize when she had made an error.&nbsp; Still possessing the decency to blush upon getting Lark's name as grievously wrong as she did, she laughed nervously.&nbsp; "Hah.&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; Lark.&nbsp; I knew that of course.&nbsp; Just a joke and all that..."&nbsp; Just as she was about to edge away and escape towards the Faunus girl, the announcement came loud and clear over the speakers.&nbsp; Aurelie's eyes widened upon descent, and she nearly forgot her companion - nearly.<br><br>When she had turned back, though, there was hardly an outline of Lark remaining.&nbsp; The last she saw of the platinum mop was the girl dashing toward the auditorium, screaming her decree at the top of her lungs.&nbsp; "Wait!" Aurelie tried to call after.&nbsp; "I wanted to... oh."&nbsp; She blew a sigh out the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; <em>Good start to the year, Arturo.&nbsp; Good start.</em><br><br>Like many of the others, Aurelie was quite anxious to arrive and find a good spot in the auditorum for opening remarks.&nbsp; However, despite Lark's assertion that the last one there would be a loser, the blonde took it easy.&nbsp; After all, this was her very first time at the academy, and she didn't want to miss a single detail.&nbsp; Not one brick, not one errant structure.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered all around the courtyard, scanning for the different academic buildings, taking note of all the weapons that seemed to fly past her in a blur.&nbsp; Hell, there were so many fascinating designs and varieties.&nbsp; Oohhh, had she just seen a rifle scimitar?&nbsp; Fascinating.<br><br>By the time she made it to the hall, everyone was packed as tight as a can of sardines.&nbsp; Looking about nervously for a place to stand she spotted an empty place next to a <strong>tall red-headed fellow</strong> with a black canister on his back.&nbsp; She nodded politely to him, struggingly to keep her curiosity at bay while she stared longingly at the strange contraption, and stood a foot or so from him, waiting for the festivities to begin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 02:40:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander, Everyone<br><br>Olive was one of the last ones into the hall, getting a place near the back. He was fine with that. He wasn't tardy, having just moved at a constant pace. The Headmaster would understand that. He'd also had to deal with the Faunus situation, but if he got in trouble for that, so be it. It just would build his cachet with the class. Long term thinking. He moved into the Auditorium, taking a place in the back. He noticed another fellow in armor, giving him a brief nod. It was good to see signs of sensibility. He looked up front, considering whom he would like in his team. It was important to have balance. It was tempting to say he wanted both the fellow in armor, and the&nbsp; one with a giant hammer, but that would deny the other teams the ability to absorb blows, and would mean his lacked speed, and maneuverability. It paid to consider such.<br><br>Olive stood there, comparing what he could see of the assembled students. While there were a lot of question marks, he might have to make that choice soon. Better to operate on educated guesses then nothing at all. And it was something to occupy the mind while he waited for the address to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 03:57:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Aurelia<br><hr><br>There were a few heads that he stood over, but not enough to make much of a difference. There was no one on stage yet and amidst the eager and shifting bodies, he noticed out of his peripherals a vibrant blonde head blossom out of the crowd. Naturally, his eyes flicked over to the bearer of such a mane and caught the nod she gave him before he seemed to mimic the gesture in return. His sight returned to the stage and even while he stood there waiting patiently, he started to experience an awkward sensation. He couldn’t describe it, but it felt similar to not just being watched but that someone was close…hovering. Hovering was more accurate.<br><br>Slowly, his golden orbs began to creep into the corners of his eyes, and then his head turned over his shoulder to glance suspiciously at the blonde girl—she didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary. Then again, she wasn’t arms-length away and was standing in his blind spot…his thoughts were raising his anxiety. Did she suspect him? Already? No; don’t be stupid. She didn’t know him anymore than he knew her. He…he had to be social. It was a whole different experience being behind enemy lines and no longer at the hideout. This wasn’t a battle drill or a social simulation, this was the real deal and this was going to be his first impression. He couldn’t afford to fuck it up. His heart was hammering in his chest.<br><br><em>You need to be a recluse so that you can carry out the job.</em><br><br>That’s right. Best case scenario she would end up not liking him any way and leave him alone. What to say, what to say…Sigurd glanced over his shoulder at Aurelie and with a shy smile—even he felt the awkwardness of it—he chose to possibly start a conversation rather than greet, “I feel like a lamb in a crowded pen…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 04:39:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone; Sigurd<br><br>It was like catching a deer in the headlights.&nbsp; Wide-eyed and near frozen, it was a miracle of nature that Aurlie managed to twist her neck far enough to meet eyes with the tall boy at her side.&nbsp; He was talking to her.&nbsp; Someone was actually initiating conversation with her, even after her little affair with Lark.&nbsp; <em>Oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear.</em>&nbsp; No, no, no.&nbsp; It was alright.&nbsp; All she had to do was strike up normal conversation.&nbsp; He had mentioned feeling like sheep in a pen - she could relate to that, right?&nbsp; Be relatable.&nbsp; Be casual.&nbsp; <em>And don't fawn over the tech!</em><br><br>"Is it because you have a lamb in the canister?"<br><br>She opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again, then kept it firmly shut.&nbsp; Then, parting her lips a hair's width, she squeeked at him.<br><br>"That didn't come out... I meant that... <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">mulligan?</span>"<br><br>Aurelie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.&nbsp; "Sorry, my words form faster than my brain can react, sometimes.&nbsp; Most of the time.&nbsp; New places and all that.&nbsp; The crowd doesn't entirely help.&nbsp; But, an opening address from Headmaster Ozpin himself is well worth a little discomfort, don't you think?"<br><br>She gave the boy a good sizing up after she had finished speaking.&nbsp; Perhaps, part of her initial anxiety had come from his sheer size alone.&nbsp; He easily towered over her, and while she had encountered plenty of larger students at Signal, it still always threw her a tiny bit to stand shoulder to shoulder with others who, in a normal situation, might have been able to crush her.&nbsp; And yet, otherwise, he seemed friendly enough.&nbsp; After all, he hadn't shrunk away after noticing her staring shamelessly at his odd weapon (which she still hadn't quite figured out, to her dismay.)&nbsp; She gave him a more pleasant smile, extended her hand, and added, "I'm Aurelie.&nbsp; And yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 05:14:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Aurelia<br><hr><br><strong>Is it because you have a lamb in the canister?</strong><br><br>Sigurd’s brows shot upwards and his eyes went white in bewilderment at her strange response. Was that a code or something? What…who said things like that? Why hadn’t he learned about it? Immediately, a man in his brain began running toward a book stack and he pulled out an encyclopedia-sized book called “Memory” and began spastically flipping through it. Lambs…canister…he didn’t even know how to respond to that.<br><br>“Eh?” was the only confused sound he had managed to utter after the stupor she had left him in.<br><br><strong>Sorry, my words form faster than my brain can react, sometimes. Most of the time. New places and all that. The crowd doesn’t entirely help. But, an opening address from Headmaster Ozpin himself is well worth a little discomfort, don’t you think?</strong><br><br>His anxiety began to settle now that actual sentences that he understood began to leave her lips. “I suppose so…”<br><br>As soon as Aurelie extended her hand, Sigurd flinched, having not expected the gesture. His paranoid mind had registered it as an attack attempt and one of his hands left a shoulder strap to halt just above it as he realized instantly in mid-action that she was offering a friendly gesture. His hand shook a little. He almost attempted to break her hand in one smooth motion.<br><br><em>Get a damn grip!</em> he mentally scolded himself. Spreading his fingers, Sigurd brought his palm gently against her own and rough calloused digits closed about it in a firm grip. A rosy tint flashed on his cheeks as he apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m just. I’m really bad at the uh…first impressions thing. Sigurd. Sigurd Thomas is my name.”<br><br>Releasing her hand, a small smile curled on his lips as he shrugged his canister from his shoulders and brought it around for her to examine.<br><br>“I saw you eying my hammer,” he informed. “I guess you…find it interesting?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 05:56:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone; Sigurd<br><br>If Aurelie had caught the hesitation or even recognized that she had been a split-second away from losing a hand, she made no outward show of it.&nbsp; Shaking Sigurd's hand firmly, she found herself relaxing some, even chuckling at his comment.&nbsp; "Oh, really, now.&nbsp; I think I can understand poor first impressions," as if it had to be said. <br><br>Just when she thought it was safe and she could pretend to be normal, the boy did something wholly foolish - he had offered his weapon for her perusal.&nbsp; Like a kid in a candy shop, Aurelie's eyes widened to saucer-like discs, and it was all she could do to not drool over the poor boy.&nbsp; Hesitantly, she reached out with a single finger.&nbsp; Her brain shifted gears in an instant the moment skin touched metal.&nbsp; "A hammer?" she repeated, all hints of shyness and gauche behavior suddenly melting away.&nbsp; "Jeez, that suddenly makes so much more sense.&nbsp; It looked too bulky for a typical firearm.&nbsp; Surely, extendable, if the grip isn't even present while you carry it.&nbsp; This casing is surprisingly compact though.&nbsp; Oh, if I could only get into a lab with this." &nbsp;Her finger traced a joint and what she assumed was a joint that would spring open to give way to the inner workings - perhaps some sort of thruster or launching device.&nbsp; It would probably be frowned upon to try to engage it in the middle of a crowd.&nbsp; Unfortunately.&nbsp; Oh, what a fascinating device!<br><br>And then, remembering where she was, and that there was someone else there besides her, probably anticipating the weapon's safe return, Aurelie glanced from the hammer back to the owner.&nbsp; With a little reluctance, Aurelie passed it back to Sigurd, but gave him an appreciative grin all the same. &nbsp;"Sorry, I... er... get a bit excited when it comes to weaponry.&nbsp; I can't wait to see you out in the field with it.&nbsp; Did you design it yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 06:52:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Aurelia<br><hr><br>Sigurd’s eyes would probably never remain at normal width around this girl. She was so far full of surprises. He saw the way her eyes lit up and face glowed with enthusiasm when he allowed her to inspect his weapon, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made a mistake.<br><br>At her first evaluation, he replied, “Yeah, it packs a lot of punch.”<br><br><strong>Oh, if I could only get into a lab with this.</strong><br><br>His brows curiously rose at that statement. “Are you a weaponsmith?”<br><br>Oh the possibility of finding one…he could use her to make him a bomb big enough to level this place. She wouldn’t even know. Already he was getting ideas to go about fooling her. He figured that she was done inspecting it when she pushed it back toward him and he slung the canister back around to his back.<br><br><strong>Sorry, I…er…get a bit excited when it comes to weaponry. I can’t wait to see you out in the field with it. Did you design it yourself?</strong><br><br>Sigurd sheepishly ran a hand back through his hair as he replied, “Heh, if only you knew…No; I didn’t design it. It was given to me by someone important. I’m actually not that great with it. I guess I keep it around because it’s sentimental to me and…well…I need a weapon to be at this school. But I’m willing to get better at it. It can’t be too hard, right?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 14:26:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone; Sigurd<br><br>"Me?" she said, her face turning bright pink, "A weaponsmith?&nbsp; Oh, goodness, no, that would be much too high a compliment.&nbsp; I'm more a weapons enthusiast, you could say.&nbsp; Equipment Design was my favorite class in Signal.&nbsp; Our professor was a stickler for functionality and efficiency.&nbsp; Who can be bothered to drag around a bulky weapon while chasing down Grimm, especially with a low payload, no?&nbsp; For example..."<br><br>Aurelie reached around to her back and pulled a single stick, just shy of the length of her elbow to her finger tip, from a harness strapped about her shoulders.&nbsp; She flipped it about like a baton, then passed it to Sigurd for his assessment.&nbsp; "Fairly innocuous, correct?&nbsp; Probably a night stick?&nbsp; False."&nbsp; Pressing a button on the side, the fan shot open, the razor tipped-frame slicing through the air.&nbsp; She closed it once more, flicked down a block, and flipped the fan to the other end, where three dark barrels and a chamber for Dust and other ammunition were now more obvious.&nbsp; With another flick, the fan was back in its compact form, and soon, back in her sling.<br><br>"It needs a little tweaking, but it's just a... bit of a hobby," she finished, eyes twinkling.&nbsp; It was unusual for her to be so enthusiastic and glib with a stranger, but he had opened a can of worms, whether he meant to or not.&nbsp; Unaware that he had more underhanded plans for her, Aurelie was all too willing to play show and tell.&nbsp; "With some practice, I'll hopefully master it while I'm here.&nbsp; I'm sure you will get the hang of yours, too, with plenty of training!&nbsp; That's what we're here for, isn't it?&nbsp; To learn to face Grimm and protect the kingdom?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 18:08:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Ozpin_zpseyxhgcn5.png)</div><br>The headmaster inclined his head towards Fenrir in lieu of taking his hand. <em>"I'm sure it is, son. It's always nice to see a faunus here. We must re-build the bridge between human and faunus and the more we work together to protect the world we share, the smaller that gap becomes. Now head inside, we'll be starting momentarily."</em> With that, Ozpin turned and moved into the main hall. The crowd parted for him as he made his way up and joined Glynda on the stage. A hush fell over the assembled students when they realized that he was about to talk. <br><br><em>"I'll...keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge--to hone your craft and acquire new skills--and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose--direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."</em> The crowd murmured. Ozpin continued, <em>"Normally, we give you a day to relax before we proceed with the initiation, but due to pressing circumstances, we find ourselves short on time. For years you have trained to become warriors, and today your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."</em> <br><br>At this point, he raises his hand, the view screens behind him displaying a vast stretch of greenery. The Emerald Forest was just outside the school grounds and it was teeming with Grimm. One of the displays flickered and changed. It turned white and displayed, in plain black text;<br><br><strong>Initiation<br>-Objective 1: Partner with another student<br>-Objective 2: Reach the ruins and select an artifact<br>-Objective 3: Return to the school alive, with the artifact</strong><br><br><em>"You will be sent to the Emerald Forest. Once there, you will be partnered up with the first person you make eye contact with. Together, you must find the ruins at the northern end of the forest and you must select one of the artifacts on display. Safeguard it and each other on the way back to the grounds. Beacon staff will be monitoring your progress the entire time, but will not interfere. Make no mistake, this is a dangerous exercise and it can be a lethal one. If you wish to back out, now is the time. Those that pass the test will be granted all the rights and privileges of a full student at Beacon; your own locker, your own scroll, a uniform, and the privilege of learning from the finest Hunters and Huntresses that Vale has to offer. I wish you all the best of luck. Please, exit and head down the eastern path. You will find the staff waiting for you."</em> With a faint smile, Ozpin motions to a doorway on the other side of the hall, which seems to swing open as he gestures. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 19:29:43</strong>
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				]<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Olive listened to the Headmasters speech, impressed with the brevity of it. Many of these functions felt the need to give extended speeches, to dress things up in ceremony and pomp. It was, in Olive's opinion, a desperate attempt to make events that were largely meaningless seem meaningful, and thus those that presided more important. The Headmaster apparently felt no need to engage in such. Perhaps proof that he felt no need to inflate the importance of himself, or this event. Such self confidence was admirable, especially as the headmaster deserved it. Furthermore, the speech proved his preparation worthwhile. He wouldn't be dropped among the Grimm wearing shorts and T-Shirt. He'd be able to push toward the objective. The revelation of how they would be partnered was a bit of a let down, but Olive shook it off. He'd just have to move quickly toward the objective. That way, whoever he met would prove they were capable of dealing with the threats in the forest.<br><br>The caution didn't bother him, but he appreciated. He couldn't help but think some of the students might be better off taking the chance to leave. To be a Huntsman was not for everyone. And for those unprepared, it would kill them. As for Olive, he knew he was ready. He'd been trained by a Huntsmen. He'd learned to fight from his father, and Olive would demonstrate that. It was time to show the skills and strengths that made him the cream of the crop. Without hesitation, he moved toward the opening doorway, again not running, not dallying. Just walking there, full of purpose, his armor clanking with each step.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 21:53:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Aurelia<br><hr><br>So Aurelia wasn't a weaponsmith or she was just too modest. She revealed that she had been a student at Signal Academy, which explained a lot from what he could tell about her so far. She was highly intelligent, he didn't feel any shame in exploiting it.<br><br>Sigurd took the device she offered to him and turned it left and right, inspecting it as she elaborated on "functionality" and "efficiency." Handing the device back to her, he watched her hit a button and the baton unfurled into a fan. It was just like Erdbeben. Was the design based on Atlesian tech?<br><br><strong>It needs a little tweaking, but it's just a...bit of a hobby.</strong><br><br>Sigurd smiled at her. "Your hobby is amazing. If my hammer ever breaks down, then I know who to go to. I can also help you out by giving you some projects if you want? I've been trying to come up with a way to concentrate the dust that is released when my hammer falls. If I could make it stronger, then my hammer might be able to shatter a Grimm's skull."<br><br><strong>...That's what we're here for, isn't it? To learn to face Grimm and protect the kingdom?</strong><br><br>Sigurd added absently, "From the Faunus..."<br><br>The crowd shifted as it parted like the sea, making a path for Headmaster Ozpin to reach the stage. His speech was to the point and by the end of it, Sigurd's red brows were raised on his forehead.<br><br>"Emerald Forest? Now?" He looked so caught off guard and confused. "...It's now or never I guess."<br><br>The academy was testing everyone already, separating those prepared from those unprepared. Sigurd didn't look like someone who was dressed for combat. With his open vest, his tie, and pants, he looked just like any teenager rather than a warrior--an obviously fit one. He had to be fit to wield his hammer effectively.<br><br>"Whatever..." He smiled confidently and glanced over to Aurelia. "Good luck out there. I'm sure we'll both do fine. If you get in trouble, and if I happen to be in the area, just give me a call. I'm not the greatest fighter, but I'll fight to the teeth to protect a friend. See you around."<br><br>Sigurd then left Aurelia to join the crowd of students that were flooding toward the doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 22:56:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://safebooru.org//samples/1499/sample_29b252e3082a59485459657b5cdd603b59c658f2.png?1568683)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Suleta Blueskys<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pre break Air Ship - Post break Main hall&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>-Back on the air Ship-<br><br>The captain in his cockpit presses the intercom button and asks in a gravelly voice "Is the crew ready for takeoff?" There was a pause on the other end and a voice laced with a mild dose of confusion responds "No captain, afraid we aren't. We've encountered...a situation in the passenger section." <br>The captain eyebrows raise slightly. He's been doing these student flights for years, they had always been a walk in the park. What sort of situation could have possible arisen? They didn't just fairy students to this semi-remote school, they had other trips to make and schedules to keep. "Can you explain this situation?"<br><br>The crewman's voice hesitated and responded "You...you best just come see for yourself." The captain sighed and made his way to the passengers section of the ship.&nbsp; There he was greeted with a rather odd sight.&nbsp; You see, normally their ship would&nbsp; it took right off after all the students had disembarked. But one hadn't. A young woman was deeply asleep in a corner of the airship. Excitement the night before perhaps had led her to a lack of sleep and the lack of anything to really focus on during the flight must have allowed fatigue to finally gain the upper hand. But that wasn't the odd thing, this would be the first sleeper they had found. Despite still being perfectly asleep this young, huntress-in-training, had pulled out a hand gun of massive size and had it steadily trained on one of the crewmen of the ship. Said crew man stood perfectly still while a few others were gathered around watching helplessly.<br><br>The captain asked in a soft yet clearly shocked voice "What on earth?" <br><br>one of the crew men turned and explained "Well, Scarlet here had attempted to wake the girl but all she did in response was draw her gun on him. Any time one of us has attempted to approach her or Scarlet has tried to move the girl would...well growl and her finger would tense on the trigger. So...like I said...we have a situation." <br><br>The captain considered all this and took a look at the sleeping girl. A faunus, some sort of canine type or a close relative apparently. She was a tiny thing, only an inch or three above 5 feet and probably 120 pounds soaking wet in a wool sweater. She was dressed in a rather girly outfit. Black and white lace here and there, a string-strap top that split a&nbsp; bit to expose her toned flat navel. Tie-on-arm-sleeves that seemed to serve no practical purpose other than fashion and matching skirt, stalking, and boots to match.&nbsp; Though he was fairly certain, despite the girlish frills of the outfit, it was likely all made by a battle gear company. Not really armor proper but unlikely to go to pieces in the throws of your average battle with giant monsters.&nbsp; It was clear to him, who was used to seeing the warrior students over the years, that her small size did not denote weakness. She was entirely muscle, lean and strong. While some students he characterize like a truck, big and intimidating with a tone of raw horse power, she was more like...a high end sports car. Sleek and compact, with a power enough to roar and speed that would make the wind envious. Not that one sort of warrior type was better than the other, you wouldn't want to stand in the path of a big rig rolling along at 80mph or a sports car screaming by at 300mph. Either way you'd be a greasy smear on their windshield. The captain sighed and pulled out a dog whistle. A crewmate gave him a questioning look. <br><br>"A Captain is prepared for anything." He replied mildly and gave it a long blow.<br><br>The girls eyes open wide and she drops her gun&nbsp; yelping in surprise and looking around "What the hell! Why would you do that you asshole!" She yelled picking up her gun and re-holstering it in a sling along her waist. "Geez that's like the equivalent of going up and blowing a air-horn in someone's ears you know that? I should file a complaint with the scho-" she broke off as she saw the time on a near by clock of a digital display and drew in a sharp breath. "SHIT! I'M MISSING ORINTATION!" she gathered up her things and sprinted past the stunned flight-crew without a second thought swearing all the way.<br><br><br>------At the Main Hall------<br><br>Suleta Blueskys burst through the door panting lightly from her full force run from the landing area to the school's main hall, and still occasionally cursing to herself. The sudden intrusion likely turned a few heads her way but she didn't seem to notice, she was trying to figure out what all she slept through.&nbsp; She had missed the speech by the head master, but arrived in time for the explanation of the coming trial. She was surprised that they were tossing them right into a the fray. "Now I'm sort of glad I fell asleep, at least I'm well rested for this." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 20:50:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headed to Beacon Cliff<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Lark was one of those students that watched the speech with rapt attention, however brief it was. She'd always admired Hunters, since their field was much more in her wheelhouse. She loved her parents and Atlas, of course, but technology and science was never her thing. That was for eggheads. Hunting monsters, now <em>that</em> was something she could get behind. She'd become a great Huntress - no, the <strong>BEST</strong> Huntress the academy had ever seen! That was she could finally prove herself to her parents. They loved her regardless, but she'd seen the disappointed looks on their faces every time she failed a test or couldn't grasp some technobabble they were spouting. They didn't mean to let the disappointment show, of course, but it was there all the same. So she was enraptured by Ozpin's speech. It was too the point and full of promise. And there was Glynda, too, in person! Such a badass! <br><br>The announcement of their initiation came and Lark got so hyped she was almost vibrating in place. When Ozpin's speech closed and he dismissed them, she couldn't help herself. She raised her arms high and cheered excitedly, <em>"Alright, finally! Time to kick some Grimm ass! I'm gonna crush 'em all! Ahahaha!"</em> She laughed -though maybe it was more of a cackle- and darted out the door. First. Of course. A faint rainbow hung in the air where she blazed through. One had to wonder if she had even heard the parts about partners and teamwork. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 21:46:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone; Sigurd<br><br>At the mention of projects, Aurelie positively beamed at Sigurd.&nbsp; She had planned on experimenting with Nelumbo and Nymphaea when not attending to homework or training, but the prospect of helping someone with an entirely new weapon?&nbsp; She nearly danced in place.&nbsp; Now she wouldn't have to <del>steal</del> borrow her teammates' weapons for late-night tinkering!&nbsp; Already, she was formulating test plans for using concentrated Dust to amplify blunt force attacks without damaging the structural integrity of the weapon.&nbsp; Maybe she could -<br><br><em>"From the Faunus..."</em><br><br>The statement nearly gave her whiplash.&nbsp; She tilted her head in confusion.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; The Faunus?&nbsp; Why would we..."<br><br>But before she could finish her question, feedback briefly rang through the hall, signaling that the microphone had been turned on.&nbsp; A hush fell over the room, and Aurelie shifted her attention forward. &nbsp;"Wowzers."&nbsp; Ozpin and Goodwitch, in the flesh.&nbsp; As she listened intently to the headmaster's speech, she felt her heart pounding in her chest.&nbsp; Knowledge would only take them so far...?&nbsp; How far could she possibly get, then?<br><br>Soon, though, the crowd began to disperse, and Aurelie panicked a little.&nbsp; She hadn't been planning on an encounter so soon.&nbsp; Most of her Dust rounds were packed away with her bags, only a few cartridges on her actual person.&nbsp; She'd have to rely on... other things.&nbsp; Well, this was her first true test at Beacon.&nbsp; Like anything else, she'd have to give it her best shot.&nbsp; Turning to leave, she noticed that Sigurd was already on his way out, halfway to the door.&nbsp; <br><br>That was when his words clicked.&nbsp; "Wait.&nbsp; 'Friend'?"<br><br>There was no point dwelling on it.&nbsp; She could already hear Lark booming with cackling laughter as she streaked through the hall and out the door.&nbsp; That girl... what an odd one.&nbsp; Aurelie spun about on her heels and made her way toward the Emerald Forest, to where their initiation challenge awaited them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 22:40:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander, Ozpin<hr><br>He looked over his shoulder at another armored student, shrugging and letting a smile show with a crease in his mask. He turned back to Ozpin, hand still out and expecting a shake, but when he didn't get one, he wasn't too upset. Ozpin was...he was Ozpin. Everyone knew the man was aloof and mysterious and had his own way of doing things. The words of wisdom he gave him were more than enough, and Fenrir reclined his head in return. "I couldn't agree more, sir." That was one of the reasons he was here. <br><br>His family were Faunus, but they didn't differentiate between who they made friends with, loved, or did business with. Human or Faunus didn't matter as they were all people at the end of the day. Now that Ozpin was done with him, he turned his full attention to the armored boy and returned the wave. "I'm blessed with it. Any slower and I might not be alive today." He looked him over, deciding he looked interesting enough, and he wasn't immediately an asshole to him because he was a Faunus.<br><br>&nbsp;He was already a good guy in Fenrir's book. "I'm Fenrir Zherneboh. Good to meet you, and likewise." He asked if either Fenrir or Lark knew what the plan was, and he just gestured all around them. "We wait for Headmaster Ozpin's speech, and then we go from there as far as I know." After Ozpin's inspiring speech, with just a <em>hint</em> of dread in knowing that some of them could die during the exercise, Fenrir was pretty pumped. Besides, he'd cheated death a few times. He was sure he could handle some angry Grimm. <br><br>Their mission was threefold. Find a partner, find an artifact, make it back with your partner. He was confident, but not cocky. This would depend on him as much as whoever his partner ended up being. Smacking a fist into his palm, he grinned and started heading toward the exit. On the way he clapped Alexander on the shoulder. "Good luck out there; I got a feeling all of us will need it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 10:40:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Zhong.Hui.full.591073.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Platina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fenrir, Lark (mentions), Aurelie (mentions), Sigurd (mentions), Suleta (Mentions), Oliver (Mentions)<hr><br>"[<strong>Fenrir</strong>] huh?" Alexander mused to himself while his attention was grabbed by Headmaster Ozpin's speech. He gave them a few directives they must adhere to immediately and accomplish all objectives listed on the screen behind Headmaster Ozpin. <br><br><strong>Initiation<br>-Objective 1: Partner with another student<br>-Objective 2: Reach the ruins and select an artifact<br>-Objective 3: Return to the school alive, with the artifact</strong><br><br>"Simple enough... the road ahead has gotta be bumpy then." Alexander mused to himself. By his tone of voice, he may sound calm and collected. But those on the outside with keen sight would see the widening of his eyes, the small curl of his lips and the shaking of his hands. He was either nervous or excited. To him, it was a mixture of both. This is what he trained for. He perfected his skills under the tutelage of his father and various resources all the while scrapping together his hand-me-down weapons, forging and polishing his own armor, and modifying everything with a bit of help with good people.<br><br>Clenching his hands into fists, Alexander began to remember the words of his father and mother that reminded him of his fighting style. <em>"You're a jack of all my boy. That doesn't mean you can't master your own."</em> His father said that after he told his father he wanted to be a Huntsman. At first he declined, but it was only natural. They both were dealing with the lost of Alexander's mother. But, true to his promise, Alexander worked for his father's permission in order to become the man his mother wanted him to be. <br><br><em>"Promise me."</em><br><br><em>Clap.</em><br><br>Alexander's mind went screeching to a halt at the outside force that clapped onto his shoulder. "Good luck out there; I got a feeling all of us will need it." Alexander could nodded and smiled. "Yeah. You take care [<strong>Fenrir</strong>]. Hopefully you get someone good as a partner. Alexander un-clenched his fists, relieving the tension from them that surprisingly built up rapidly from Alexander walking down memory lane. He made a mental note to not focus on the past in the middle of combat. He figured it be wise to be more mindful of his surroundings that he is right now. Now. Who would be a good partner?<br><br>"Alright, finally! Time to kick some Grimm ass! I'm gonna crush 'em all! Ahahaha!" Alexander watched as [Rainbow Dash] beamed right towards the exit. "Huh. She's got a lotta energy. I'll give her that. Probably stubborn too." Yeah. She'd probably be a good choice if all of her energy equaled her fighting prowess. [<strong>Fenrir</strong>] would be a good choice too. Who else is there that he can pick from the crowd?<br><br>Alexander laid eyes on a [Blond Girl] and a [Gymnast] with a giant hammer. [Blond Girl] looks to be smart if the glasses were an indication, the [Gymnast] guy with the huge hammer looks pretty tough, specially if he has enough energy to swing that thing around for more than one swing. Alexander watched as the[Gymnast] guy walked past him through the crowd. So many possibilities, even the [Cat girl] stood out as someone with a unique trait. Or the other [Armored Guy] looks strong if he could lug around all that steel.<br><br>"Either way. I must pass. Father's counting on me. Watch over me Mother." Alexander whispered to himself as he began to walk towards the door, taking his time this time instead of revealing his semblance to anyone. Now was not the time to waste any more energy just to keep up with people like [Rainbow Dash] or [<strong>Fenrir</strong>] right now. They may have the reserves for it, but Alexander needs to be prepared for anything. Right now that means he needs to save it for the road ahead.<br><br>No matter how rough it may be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 07:49:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e2JoqdV.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Celeste Baya</span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cliff to Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olive, Anyone<br><br>Celeste's blue tail flicked back and forth as she waited patiently for Ozpin to speak, and she was met with a speech from the headmaster announcing that they would be doing initiation today instead of waiting till tomorrow. Objective One would be relatively easy, since all she needed to do was find a partner. She looked around at Lark, Olive, and Aurelia for a moment, then at the others that she had also met. Wondering who her partner would be, she noticed when the speech ended and everyone got up to move onto initiation in the Emerald Forest. Getting up herself, she moved along with the crowd as her weapon moved against her hip. <strong>"Right right. Find a partner, get an artifact, get back safely. It'll be fine. No grimm can take me down...then after this I can get a nap."</strong> She said with a soft and happy smile, happy over the thought of a nap. Stepping up to the initiation platform, Celeste prepared herself for the eventual launching, having heard of the initiation ceremony from other hunters and huntresses. Landing strategy was important, and Celeste already had in mind one for herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>13-11-2015, 22:23:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Glynda_zpssxhdsy5q.png)</div><br>The students made their way to Beacon Cliff and there they found some members of staff waiting for them. The staff instructed each student to stand upon a small grey square with the Beacon Academy logo carved into it. Lark, Celeste, Strype, and Nacht were the furthest to the left. Olive, Jacqueline, Shinju, and Suleta were after them. Next came Manju, Aurelie, Gorudo, and Alexander. After that, all the way to the right, Fenrir, Temujin, Nara, and Dai Yu. It was a rather large group of first year students this year. After a few minutes, both Ozpin and Glynda came to the cliff. Ozpin let the blonde take over for this portion.<br><br><em>"Now, I know we just went over this, but allow me to explain once more so everyone understands,"</em> she said, lightly slapping her riding crop against the palm of her hand. She then used it to motion to the massive Emerald Forest sprawling out below them. <em>"You will be launched into the Emerald Forest, a place teeming with Creatures of Grimm. Your safety is not a guarantee. You will proceed to the end of the forest, gather a relic in the runs you find there, and return here. Along the way, you are to partner with a fellow student. The first student you make eye contact with. All the while, you will be graded by Beacon staff."</em> She paused a moment. <em>"Questions? No? Good. Let's begin."</em><br><br>With that, she waved her riding crop and Lark's platform launched forward, sending her soaring into the air. She was, of course, yelling excitedly the entire time. Something about this being the greatest moment of her entire life. The platforms, one by one, slowly started following suit, a brief pause between launches. Gradually, every student would have their turn being thrown through the air. It was up to them to figure out how to land. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>14-11-2015, 06:19:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Sigurd walked over to step on the metal platform as directed, totting his interesting backpack. He had his hands wrapped about its straps comfortably as he listened to the <em>Good Witch</em>. There…they were so close—right within his reach. She and Ozpin were so vulnerable. If he had had the bomb that he needed, then he could have killed everyone on the cliff. Still, it wouldn’t have delivered an effective message. It had to be the entire school with all the students and instructors in it. It would have to be so devastating that even if the heads managed to survive, then they’d wish they hadn’t if only to quell the grief they’d experience.<br><br><strong>Now, I know we just went over this, but allow me to explain once more so everyone understand…</strong><br><br>The Faunus came back to earth and glanced over to the Huntress to listen to her explanation. Plummet into a forest full of monsters? Beacon Academy was pretty ruthless. There had to be some students who wouldn’t survive a minute in the woods not even against a mere Grimm hare.<br><br><em>Child’s play</em>, thought Strype, but would it be a cakewalk to Sigurd? Mentally, he sighed for he had to resume playing the role he had created for himself. As much as it would have been easy to venture through the Emerald Forest as Strype, he didn’t have that luxury as Sigurd. Maintaining his foolish character was going to be risky, but he had to for the mission. No matter what, he wasn’t about to die in the woods in such a shameful manner. Not even Tiger would mourn such an embarrassing death.<br><br>Sigurd’s red brows lifted as he glanced to his left and right, and he jumped in startle when Lark was launched like a stone from a catapult into the air.<br><br>“Woah! What?” Sigurd exclaimed in fright. He then looked to Glynda and Ozpin with frightened eyes. “I-I can’t just climb down or something? Are you crazy?”<br><br>Students were launching all over and he could see his turn creeping closer, causing him to shrink to his knees in fear. Closing his eyes, Sigurd began whimpering to himself, “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” He didn’t want to watch. Grasping his head in fear, the platform sprang beneath him, sending the screaming student into the air.<br><br>The wind whipped at his face, causing his eyes to squint as he soared over the lush green sea. As he was freed from the inertia, he began to drop toward the trees. Tucking his legs, he eventually submitted to gravity’s will and went rolling across the canopy until he sank beneath the shrubbery. Branches snapped and leaves rained from above upon the head of a large lizard Grimm. The reptile cast its wicked red spheres up at the bows, a red tongue flicked from beneath a white and red armored skull as it released a threatening hiss at whatever creature it sensed descending the tree.<br><br>After practically hitting every branch on the way down, Sigurd plummeted into open air with a gasp and landed on the lizard’s head. His hammer slammed into the lizard’s skull, and its red diabolical eyes swelled to the size of apples in shock. Sigurd sat there frozen on the lizard’s face, stunned and horrified. The red glow in the creature’s eyes then suddenly extinguished as it slumped in a heap upon the ground, a black mist beginning to leave its body.<br><br>Sigurd blinked and then absently peered down at the disintegrating Grimm beneath him. Springing to his feet, he thrust a fist into the air and cheered:<br><br>“Yeah! You saw that! One hit wonder right here!”<br><br>Grinning triumphantly, he continued to fist pump and dance around until a sudden hot, breathy roar passed over his shoulder. His face went white and his blood solidified. Slowly turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a Grimm bear. Well, his cheering might have been loud enough to attract such a creature to his location…<br><br>Without another second wasted, the student bolted on a loud and fading scream as he shrank away from the bear, “AAAAAHHHHH!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-11-2015, 07:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall-&gt;Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Olive stepped onto the platform, a bit nervous, but refusing to show it. He was to be a Huntsman. He would fight Grimm. He would face terrors beyond the imagining of most people. Getting tossed up into the air was hardly a worry. He had the advantage of watching Rainbow Brite and her group get tossed into the air... eyes watching the mechanism with interest. Apparently they had to make their own landings. Olive was already plotting his as the Witch waved her wand, the bunch of acceleration met as Olive's knee's bent, absorbing the force and distributing it, giving him the best launch possible. And oddly enough in the air... he wasn't scared. Before, when everything was... possibilities, he had things to be scared of. He lacked knowledge. But right now? He didn't. He knew what he needed to do. He knew what the conditions were.<br><br>As Olive soared, his eyes scanned the forest beneath him, swiftly identifying where he would land. His eyes spot the paths among the trees, hunting for sign posts and landmarks. Getting turned around in the forest would be an issue, and if he had things to sight upon, he could prevent that. As Olive saw the trees begin to approach, he took action. He rose his massive shield in front of him, curling his body&nbsp; up so he could entirely hide behind it as he punched a hole through the Canopy, braches and leaves whipping past. A Grimm beneath raises its head at the sounds, trying to locate the source. Unfortunately (from the Grimm's point of view) it does not seem to recognize that the source is above it. At the last moment, as faced the Shield straight down, and activated the dust within, the shields massive bulk slamming into the ground and redirecting the force, sending Olive bouncing skyward. Olive landed in a roll after that bounce, vaulting to his feet. He blinked as he looked to where he had landed... and so the remarkably flattened corpse of the Grimm, Olive's shield and the force with which he'd been launched more then enough to crush the creature completely.<br><br>"First one down."<br><br>Olive doesn't stop though. With a quick check to get his bearings, he sets off at jog, a speed which he could continue all the way to the goal, and back to the school. Sprinting would only exhaust you. Taking things at steady pace was the way to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 04:22:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest - Cliffside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>16 prospective first years, Aurelie noted as she stepped up to her designated platform and quickly glanced to her left and right.&nbsp; 16 hunters and huntresses in training, provided they all survived this first ordeal, and being launched feet first into hoards of the creatures of Grimm was no small thing.&nbsp; Briefly, an image of three massive Ursa flashed in the girl's mind, and she couldn't help but flinch.&nbsp; "Deep breaths," she murmured, eyes facing forward as if peering into the depths of the woods.&nbsp; "It's all just another experiment."<br><br>The first platform launched, Lark soaring and whooping like the mad bird that she was.&nbsp; Glynda waved her hand, and second by second, students were flung from the cliff, left to their own devices to not let gravity send them careening to their deaths.&nbsp; Aurelie crouched low, grabbing a handful of gravel and stuffing it into her pockets.&nbsp; She thought she noticed the fair professor raising a curious eye at the action, but neither outright acknowledged it, and so Aurelie returned her attention to the wood, readying herself for -<br><br><em>FWOOSH</em><br><br>Wind whistled and roared in Aurelie's ears as she flew through the air towards the canopy.&nbsp; Below her, the scenery moved so quickly that leaves blurred and melded together into a vast and formless sea of green.&nbsp; Any normal girl of 17 might have been screaming, flailing, perhaps praying.&nbsp; Any sane human being might have been focused on the fact that they were moving at an acceleration of 9.8 m/s<sup>2</sup> and a height of at least 30 meters, more than likely to become just a pool of blood, piss, and miscellaneous viscera at the end of it.&nbsp; But not Aurelie.&nbsp; As she sailed above the Emerald Forest, she contemplated.<br><br>"Partners," she mused anxiously.&nbsp; "Partner, partner, partner.&nbsp; Must strategize who to seek out."&nbsp; Who did she already know?&nbsp; "Well, there's Lark.&nbsp; Clearly very quick on her feet, and if we were assigned to one another, she'd have no reason to balk at my testing her Cloud Kickers.&nbsp; Though she's a bit rash...and possibly already hates me."&nbsp; Negative.&nbsp; "Or that Faunus girl who landed in the fountain...though I never did catch her name."&nbsp; &nbsp;Nope.&nbsp; "Well, then there's Sigurd... His weapon was fascinating!&nbsp; Though he didn't seem to know how to use it... But he was an amiable enough fellow."&nbsp; Possible.&nbsp; "And then of course there's - Oh.&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; Right, landing."<br><br>Suddenly, the greenery rushed up at her faster than before, and Aurelie's focus shifted on a dime.&nbsp; Reaching back, she whipped out Nelumbo and Nymphaea and shot both fans wide open.&nbsp; Riding a current, the large fans held her aloft briefly as she adjusted herself, gliding rapidly toward a thick tree trunk.&nbsp; Just as it seemed that she was about to eat bark, she threw a handful of gravel into the air.&nbsp; Reasonably certain that no one else was around to see her, she focused her attenion on the spray, and the pebbles burst, buffetting her landing as she stomped down onto a branch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Right, well, now I'm in tree, but how to get down..."&nbsp; Digging around in her pocket, Aurlie fished for the largest rocks she had managed to pick up.&nbsp; Three presented themselves immediately.&nbsp; "Uff.&nbsp; Too big." &nbsp;Toss.&nbsp; She eyed another.&nbsp; "Mmm.&nbsp; Too small."&nbsp; Toss.&nbsp; She eyed the last one and grinned.&nbsp; "Just right."&nbsp; She lobbed the rock into the air, and as she closed her eyes, the rock detonated, sending splinters flying in one direction, and the top of the tree falling in the other.&nbsp; The wood moaned and creaked as the tree listed, finally cracking and landing with a loud thud.&nbsp; With a small, self-satisfied smile, Aurelie brushed herself off, skipped down down her newly-made ramp, and then head into the forest to complete her next objectives.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 17:28:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander<hr><br>"And same to you," Fenrir returned Alexander's well wish with one of his own. It'd be awful for all your own skill and hard work to mean nothing because your partner wasn't up to snuff and ended up dragging you down. Once he came to stand on the cliff with the others, he looked at Beacon's driving force behind Ozpin's unique, yet highly effective leadership. Glynda Goodwitch. She was insanely beautiful, no nonsense, and far more powerful than one would imagine. He remembered once seeing her reconstitute a destroyed building and everything inside it back to pristine condition. <br><br>He wondered if her powers were just that amazing that she could undo damage like that? Or maybe it involved time manipulation? Maybe if he became a good enough Hunter one day, she'd tell him. She explained what would happen one more time, and then suddenly Lark was launched through the air like an overexcited human cannon ball. Once it was his turn, he nodded to those left before bending his knees and growling slightly under his mask. Then he felt a slight increase in pressure. <br><br>An instant before he was launched, he pushed off of the panel as hard as he could, letting the combined forces increase the length of his launch.&nbsp; The feeling of getting sent skyward and experiencing weightlessness was amazing, but he had a job to do so he remained focused. Spreading his arms and legs, he increased his profile to keep him in the air as long as possible. The more distance he went through the air, the less he'd have to travel through the forest. <br><br>He couldn't fly though, so once gravity started trying to take back over, he pressed his arms and legs in and darted down like an arrow, speeding toward the ground at literal breakneck speeds. He tore through the treeline and activated Beowulf, then with a grunt launched the chain from his right gauntlet. It sought out purchase on something, and the teeth of the gauntlet stretched wide, then snapped down, embedding into a branch and letting Fenrir swing wide before disengaging the hook, flipping around and landing silently on another tree. He made no moves after that, instead he just crouched there and pulled down his mask. <br><br>He was a faunus, and what use were his advanced senses if he didn't use them? He raised his nose and took a few whiffs. Right now he could smell general direction and distance for several of the students, but with nothing to truly focus on and all the Grimm it was a guess game at best. He decided it was best if he just got a move on now. He could worry about finding a partner later. If he found someone who made it as far as he did, then they'd be good enough for him. Placing the mask back over his face, he started to bound from tree to tree, easily avoiding the Grimm beneath him. Why waste time and energy fighting when he could get the artifact and save his energy for making his way back?
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 18:50:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Ripper5_zpsjs0sldq6.gif)</div><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jack The Ripper and Sigurd</strong></span></span><br>Jack's Theme: Spider Dance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mzoredt3Adg)<br><br>The ursa stood up on it's hind legs and roared, the sound so deep that Sigurd could practically feel his rib cage vibrate. The thing was as dark as night, save for where it was covered in white bone-like armored plates and fierce spikes. It had claws like scythes, long and gruesomely sharp. It's eyes practically radiated malice and hatred. It saw Sigurd as easy prey and began to lumber towards him. As the faunus backed away, he suddenly bumped into someone. A woman was right behind him. She was tall and lanky, clothed in a black suit with a white dress shirt and striped bow tie. Her hair was a sea of crimson that framed piercing eyes of gold. Being near her, Sigurd felt ill at ease. A cold chill shot through him and it was almost like he felt his sins crawling up his back. Now he was uncomfortable on two fronts. This was Jack The Ripper. She was perfectly coiffed and looked like she stepped out of a dressing room moments ago. If soaring through the air and walking through the forest had ruffled her in anyway, it didn't show. Likewise, she stared past him at the ursa with some mixture of boredom and fascination.<br><br><em>"Do you think it'll kill you? I think it'll kill you. Unless you'd like a hand? Like me to take care of it?" </em>she spoke in a soft, accented voice that dripped with confidence and superiority, like she felt that Sigurd was beneath her; not for what he was, but for simply not being Jack. She quoted, <em>"'Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.' Stand aside, rabble. I will show you how it is done."</em> Stepping forward, she raised Rainmaker and twirled it slowly in her hand. The ursa raised it's mighty paw and slashed. In one fluid movement, Jack swayed away from the blow and thrust her parasol forward. A small blade extended from the tip, lodged in the ursa's arm. Using what could only be supernatural strength, the redhead forced the large creature's arm downward, causing it to lumber forward into range. Jack's other hand shot out, pressed against it's dark chest. The ursa started to raise it's other claw, but it was too late. The Ripper's aura flared a bright red and the Grimm started to wither and die. Like someone pushing all the air out of a ziplock bag, the life started to visibly drain from the creature. It let out an almost mournful roar, head back and teeth bared. The white, bony plates and spikes all over it seemed almost too big for it's rapidly shrinking body. Then, it turned to dust and fell apart like charred paper, even scattering on a stray breeze. <br><br>Jack laughed, her aura shining brightly, flaring for a moment before dimming again. She tucked Rainmaker back under her arm and turned to Sigurd, flashing him a razor sharp smile. <em>"Animals are so easy to take apart. No offense, of course,"</em> she said, in a way that sounded like, yes, she <strong>did</strong> mean to offend, <em>"You know something... Sigurd, was it?"</em> She smiled, a sickly-sweet smile. <em>"Sigurd. I like to learn things. I'm a woman of knowledge, of refinement, of leadership. It behooves me greatly to study my classmates, find out their strengths and weaknesses. I try to surround myself with those I feel I will work best with."</em> She spreads her arms, smiling still, <em>"So I've had to... do some digging. Do some shuffling of people, from time to time. Perhaps work a fake transcript or two. I looked at your transcript, Sigurd. I've looked for information on you. Do you know what I found?"</em> She leaned forward, closer to the faunus, brows raised a little, lips smiling all the more. <em>"Surprisingly little. That's interesting. Don't you think it's interesting? I think it's interesting. So very few people can escape my little dragnet."</em> Leaning back, she pointed at him, her eyes flashing with a predatory gleam that would make a wolf faunus jealous. <em>"Just thought I'd share that. You know, when I've the free time I think I'll do a little research on the White Fang. Wonder what I'll turn up. Sick bunch, that. Ah, but I'm prattling on, aren't I? I must be off! My partner should be waiting for me ahead."</em> <br><br>Grinning, Jack stepped backwards and executed a mocking bow. She turned precisely on her heel and strode away into the forest. As she left, the sick feeling in the pit of Sigurd's stomach finally started to go away. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Daidouji2_zpsk8gpugue.gif)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Fenrir and Gorudo</strong></span><br>Gorudo's Theme: Momentary Life (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQX08Mc8FcE)<br><br>Fenrir's world suddenly tilted. Huh. That shouldn't be happening. Then it was upside-down. Yep. This definitely should not be happening. He was falling. The tree he'd aimed for had fallen as he grabbed it and now he was tumbling to the forest below. Then there was something grabbing him, a black blur that shot up through the trees and snatched him out of the sky like an eagle snapping up a fish from a river. Fenrir was disoriented until he -they- landed and he was set down on the ground. When he looked up he saw a woman who was just... enormous. Just, like, huge. Everywhere. All over. She was the picture of enormity. This was Gorudo Daidouji, an amazonian woman dressed in black, in bandages, and covered in enough rippling muscle to make most of the male students look tiny by comparison. She looked like she could bench-press an airship by herself and just standing next to her could fill anyone with awe and intimidating - but not fear. There was a softness to her edge, a 'big sister' vibe that she exuded that made it less pants-wetting to stand beside her. This was reinforced when she lifted a hand and said, <em>"I apologize. Please forgive my clumsiness."</em> Her hand waved to the fallen tree. Under it, a dead beowulf. The tree had an impact mark in it about the size of Fenrir's head. Was that where she hit it? <br><br><em>"We were fighting and I opted to crush the Grimm under that tree. I was unaware you were up there until it was too late. I hope you're unharmed."</em> Go had mentioned 'we' and that's when Fenrir saw, just out of the corner of his eye, a redheaded woman in a white and pink robe. The redhead looked meek, almost sickly. Especially in comparison to the amazon before him. She was missing an eye. An arm, too. She looked ready to blow over in a stiff breeze. There was something odd about her, though, like some hidden strength lay below the surface. The redhead was saying nothing, just watching the distance. Looking out for more Grimm, perhaps. Go's firm voice snapped Fenrir's attention back to her.<br><br><em>"I'd stay below the trees anyway."</em> She pointed skyward. <em>"There are nevermore up there. Big enough to pluck you out of the sky and break you in two without a thought. The Grimm down here are more numerous, but easier to handle. Anyway, be careful out there."</em> The big woman turned and raised a hand in farewell. As she neared the redhead, the two of them started off into the forest, the smaller woman walking with a slight limp.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 19:05:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olive<br><br><em>"This is the greatest moment of my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!"</em> shouted Lark as she sailed through the air, a joyous grin on her face. Using her semblance, she lowered her weight enough to allow blasts from her Cloud Kickers to propel her further through the air. Every time she started to descend, she'd activate her weapon and bound back up into the sky again. She was cackling with joy the entire time. She even thought she saw Fenrir down there for a moment, but upon glancing back, he was gone. She was sure she'd make it to the end of the forest first at this rate, when suddenly, a nevermore appeared. It blotted out the sun with it's massive ebon frame and loomed over her like a great shadow of death. The thing let out a cry and swooped for her. Confident as she was, Lark wasn't about to take on one of those things alone and in the air. She hit the breaks, so to speak. Shifting her weight again, she made herself heavier and plummeted out of the air like a weight off the edge of a cliff. <br><br>Lark fell through the canopy and reached out to grab a branch so she could swing herself around and land safely. It snapped under her weight. <em>"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!"</em> she said, eloquently. Shifting again, she made herself lighter and snagged the next one she could. She swung around, let go, arced through the air, using a blast from her boots to dodge out of the way of another oncoming branch. Lark grabbed a second branch and swung again, this time aiming for a thick limb as she released. She landed, hopped off it, landed on the next lowest one, and repeated. Gradually, she came down and...<br><br>...landed right in front of Olive. She stared at him a moment. It was the egghead from the airship. The one person on there she knew she didn't want to be paired with. Lark raged.<br><br><strong><em>"NO GOD! NO GOD PLEASE NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"</em></strong><br><br>It was as fine an introduction as any. She pointed squarely at Olive, "Pretend you never saw me!" and started to back away from him, like if she were to start running he might follow her like some kind of annoying predatory animal giving chase. Instead, all her yelling had stirred up a different kind of animal. Boarbatusk emerged from the foliage all around them, an entire group of the creatures of Grimm. They snorted, stamped their hooves in anger. They were ready to trample, to gore, to kill. Lark whirled around and took note of just how surrounded they were. Then she stepped back towards Olive and remarked, <em>"Okay, uh, let's put a pin in my revulsion of you. Get back to it later, along with how this is all your fault. For now, cover me so I can kick some ass."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 20:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lark<br><br>Olive heard the racket above him first, preparing for the source, raising his shield. He gave it even odds of being another student, or Grimm. The former would be a welcome ally. The latter would be eradicated. Olive never really considered another possibility. It could be a most unwelcome ally. However, as [color]Rainbow Brite[/color] plunged through the canopy, and their eyes met... Olive literally facepalmed. Given that this involved lifting his entire shield up that high, it was obvious the drive to do so was quite powerful. Then the idiot shouted that they should pretend they never saw each other. Wasn't she listening? The teachers were watching this! He wasn't about to score badly on this exam, no matter what. Fate had decided to handicap him, that was all it was. It would just make the meteoric rise he would accomplish all the more remarkable. He had to think like that. Then he noticed that the idiot girl had managed to attract a herd of Grimm.<br><br>&nbsp;"Okay, uh, let's put a pin in my revulsion of you. Get back to it later, along with how this is all your fault. For now, cover me so I can kick some ass."<br><br>Olive rolled his eyes, and adjusted his glasses.<br><br>"Don't be stupid. Fighting every Grimm in the forest isn't our objective, especially when it is not tactically advantageous.. Cover my back, and come with me..."<br><br>Olive said, then lowered his shield to just above the ground and charged. His Halberd was in reserve, intending to use it to protect his flanks. However, the main thrust of the action was the shield, Lark using its bulk and his own like a Battering Ram, intending to smash through the line of creatures. Once they were no longer surrounded, the tactical position would improve remarkably. Lark, from what he'd seen, relied on speed and agility. In order for her to be used most efficiently, she needed to attack from the flanks or the rear. If the Grimm followed them, then they'd be in a better position. If they didn't, which was a possibility with all these other scared students (Olive took it for granted that Lark was immune to fear, in the way that only the truly boneheaded could be) then they could just press toward the goal without wasting time dispatching the creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 21:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jack, Open<br><hr><br>Sigurd's eyes were large and panicked as he gazed up at the hulking ursa. When the bear began to charge, fearfully, he backed up until his back met someone. Glancing up over his shoulder, he noticed a red-headed woman standing behind him. He had seen her before back on the launchpad but that was all he knew about her. Startled, he quickly stepped to the side of her and stared at her curiously, noticing that she was avoiding eye contact with him.<br><br><strong>Do you think it'll kill you? I think it'll kill you. Unless you'd like a hand? Like me to take care of it?</strong><br><br>"Uh...sure," he replied. The woman was weird and she carried a strange air of nonchalance about her as though the whole test was a waste of her time.<br><br><strong>Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. Stand aside, rabble. I will show you how it is done.</strong><br><br>Sigurd's eyes narrowed in exasperation then as her froo-froo talk and arrogance seemed to take his mind off the bear. He watched her engage the creature with her parasol. It was an interesting weapon choice, and with what he's seen of her so far, it seemed perfect. The way she grounded the Grimm's arm told him that she was strong and when she began siphoning the bear into nothingness, that ability was noted as well. For being a complete stranger, she was pretty transparent about her power and abilities. He supposed someone with so much ego would be.<br><br>After her victorious and sadistic laughter, Sigurd's eyes grew a little in surprise that the woman would turn and face him to make eye contact.<br><br><strong>Animals are so easy to take apart. No offense, of course...</strong><br><br>If she had meant to offend him, she wouldn't see it on his face. To his knowledge, no one knew that he was a Faunus. Not even the other Faunus knew that he was a Faunus or perhaps didn't know that he was hiding what he was to point it out or suspected that he was hiding to better blend into the human-dominated culture at the school, which was understandable.<br><br><strong>You know something... Sigurd, was it?...Sigurd. I like to learn things. I'm a woman of knowledge, of refinement, of leadership. It behooves me greatly to study my classmates, find out their strengths and weaknesses. I try to surround myself with those I feel I will work best with...</strong><br><br>A smile began to curl on Sigurd's face. So was she indicating that...?<br><br><strong>So I've had to... do some digging. Do some shuffling of people, from time to time. Perhaps work a fake transcript or two. I looked at your transcript, Sigurd. I've looked for information on you. Do you know what I found?...Surprisingly little. That's interesting. Don't you think it's interesting? I think it's interesting. So very few people can escape my little dragnet.</strong><br><br>Sigurd blushed and sheepishly scratched at the back of his red head.<br><br>"Well, you could always ask. I like taking long walks in the park or on the beach, my favorite color is red...and maybe black too. I like to workout with my hammer. You know, 'gotta get used to wielding it and all..."<br><br>He stopped his spiel when she continued.<br><br><strong>Just thought I'd share that. You know, when I've the free time I think I'll do a little research on the White Fang. Wonder what I'll turn up. Sick bunch, that. Ah, but I'm prattling on, aren't I? I must be off! My partner should be waiting for me ahead.</strong><br><br>Sigurd's brows rose in confusion when the woman talked about a <em>waiting partner</em>.<br><br>"Huh? Wait a second; you already looked at me! You're breaking the rules! We're supposed to be partners!" he yelled as he started to jog after her.<br><br>The bitch was nosy, but he wasn't at all worried about her snooping. She wasn't going to find anything on him or his brother. They were expendables and there were limited personnel who knew about Operation Hunter Killer. For her sake, the little she knew about him the longer she would live. He wasn't about to feed into her probings. The only person Beacon Academy was going to be well-acquainted with was the hunter rookie Sigurd Thomas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 04:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://safebooru.org//samples/1499/sample_29b252e3082a59485459657b5cdd603b59c658f2.png?1568683)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Suleta Blueskys<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fenrir<br><br>As the first students were launched flying into the wild blue yonder and down into the forest below at great many sort of postures could be observed. Some students were held themselves with a sort of anxious anticipation, others with wild excitement. Some with calm confidence and others with eager energy Suleta was none of these really. She was bouncing casually on her toes, shaking her limbs to limber and warm up her body, her eyes distant in quite thought<br><br>&nbsp;-Hmmm how should I approach this landing strategy...Just stick myself to the launching pad then walk my way down the cliff?&nbsp; Naw, I'd be so far behind everyone if I did that. What fun would that be? Okay, so we are doing this the exciting way.- She noted that it was no her turn to be launched and she rolled her neck around once more with some rather loud cracks of the joints before settling into a knee-bent ready stance. <br><br>With a mechanical -ka-CHUNG- she was launched into the air with a great deal more force than she would have anticipated from the simple device. The sudden rush was absolutely exhilarating and she found herself letting out a loud primal cry of excitement. Flitting about in the air wasn't exactly something new to her. But she had never been so high or fast before! Mother never let her play around with reaching terminal velocity when practicing her semblance. Probably put off by the whole 'terminal' aspect.<br><br>Okay, she was off the ground, and she had her landing strategy well in hand given the usefulness of her abilities at such as task. Now she just had to worry about finding a partner that didn't absolutely suck. She was reasonable sure most people here were adequately skilled, this wasn't junior battle academy after all. I mean initiation had you launched at bone shattering speed into a over grown forest crowded with Grim for goodness sake. But still, she had slept the whole way over and hadn't met any of her classmates. She didn't know if there was anyone to avoid and that bothered her. The almost literal voice of her limbido spoke saying <em><strong>-don't really care, long as they're hot- </strong></em>but she quickly pushed that troublesome little voice away and brought her focus back to reality.<br><br>Falling, far and fast, and the trees were quickly approaching. She would have to do this quickly and carefully. She adjusted her mid air stance her back curling forward her legs bend up and in closer to her core, centralizing her mass as to minimize any interface with her movement and balance.&nbsp; She then began to using her semblance to set her personal gravity to various trees, She rapidly engaged and disengaged her gravitational pull, with trees before her to change her direction and weaving her way around obstacles like someone swinging from invisible vines, and occasionally&nbsp; with trees behind, allowing the pull in the opposite direction her to slow down her velocity.. <br><br>She weaved through the mid canopy of the forest this way for a decent distance until she exhausted just about all of her momentum and ended up settling on a branch of a tree. She wobbled for a second before grinning widely to herself Standing up right and raising her hands above her head "YEAH! NAILD IT BABY!"<br><br>At which point the branch she was standing on promptly broke with a crack and she began to fall towards the ground. She panicked, unable to focus her mind to call on her semblance she instead went with the far simpler and cruder method of manifesting her aura into a protective shield as she fell through a myriad of branches. Not enough to keep it from hurting like a bitch, but it prevented any significant injury from occurring. Cursing and yelling she tumbled through the threes till broke free of the branches and in her tumbling panic saw that she was falling down directly towards a man standing near a fallen tree.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 05:27:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gorudo, Suleta<hr><br>He was making good time, using a combination of his natural abilities to leap from branch to branch, and using his grapplers when he wanted to change direction. He had a good system going and figured that even without a partner, he'd make it to the artifact pretty quickly if he kept it up like this. All good things had to come to an end though, and Murphy's Law seemed to come into effect. Murphy was a wildly successful, and equally unlucky Huntsman/Researcher. And according to him, a simple law of the universe was a constant. "Whatever can go wrong, <em>will</em>."<br><br>&nbsp;It was as simple as that, and it seemed to be true for Fenrir just then because the tree his grapple claw was latched to suddenly made an awful and extremely loud cracking noise that could only mean one thing. Before he could disengage, the tree&nbsp; was falling and so was he. He retracted the energy chain and was about to right himself in the air since the falling tree had killed all his momentum. And then he would have landed on his feet, fine but confused. Only that didn't happen. Instead he felt an impact and was confused about just <em>what</em> was holding onto him, until they landed and <em>she</em> put him down. <br><br>The first thing that caused Fenrir's eyes to widen when he saw the girl wasn't her absolutely massive chest, or the surprisingly soft and cute face attached to the muscular girl. No, it was that she looked directly into his eyes. She was a big one indeed. She apologized and he waved it off almost immediately. "Nothing to say sorry for. It was an accident. Besides, it'll take a lot more than that to hurt me." The beowulf under the tree was clearly dead, and faded into petals soon enough.<br><br>&nbsp;Looking back to Gorudo, one of his red eyes swiveled to see a second, much smaller girl with the giantess(she had to be if they were eye to eye). She was severely handicapped with only one eye and one arm. Was it safe for her out here? It wasn't his place to judge or wonder. If she was here, she'd earned it. She gave him advice about how it was safer on the ground as the Nevermore class of Grimm could be trouble above the tree line. It was a good thing he was safely within the canopy though. Still, she had a point. Besides, he could warm up on a few wolves and ursa; get the blood pumping for the real challenge later. <br><br>As they were leaving, he offered a wave and a smile. "You be careful too. Good luck to you both." Once they left, he started back on his journey. He was actually kind of looking forward to finding a few grimm, but another scent wafted through. A faunus. A boy? No, a girl. But it was a weird scent, not bad, just different. He heard her too, right before the tree broke. "YEAH! NAILED IT BABY!" Then the crack and the sound of an unhappy girl falling through a tree. He couldn't see anything until she burst from the bottom of the remaining branches, but when he did, his brain registered that he needed to do <em>something</em>. What could he do? Aside from catch her? He could catch her! He knew how jarring it was to be snatched out of the air by a large, strong person. And he saw her aura surrounding her, so he simply maneuvered around and when he was directly under her, he held his arms out. And then he caught her, as simple as that considering how small she was. Looking at the girl still in his arms, his mask creased with a smile. "Watch out for that first step...it's a doozy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 23:40:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://safebooru.org//samples/1499/sample_29b252e3082a59485459657b5cdd603b59c658f2.png?1568683)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Suleta Blueskys<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fenrir<br><br>-Frick, here it comes- Su thought , shutting her eyes tight -cruel hard impact of earth.- She braced and waited for the sharp pain of the sudden stop to her free fall to rack her body, prepping her aura and mind to deal with the potentially intense&nbsp; impact. A sort of deeply rich voice made her large, rounded ears twitch. It seemed like the sort of voice that would come from one of significant size, a man who had a large enough chest to support the lower registers of speech. <br><br>She opened her eyes, blinking a bit as they orientated on her surroundings Darting around and taking in many details at once in a decidedly predatory fashion. She wasn't falling or laying hurt on the ground. She was in fact being held and spoken to. and realized she had been caught by that boy she had briefly noted during her fall. It was then her mind seemed to kick into gear and her hormones kicked into gear, and once more her nearly literal voice of her libido spoke up. Honestly she should go see a shrink about this.<br><br><em><strong> - Well helloooo tall, dark, and mysterious-</strong> </em>you stop that, this probably guys our partner now <em><strong>-Even better! That means we get to live with the hunk!-</strong></em> Stop it and focus! <br><br>She liked being a faunus, she really did. But having 3 times the testosterone of a the average teenage male was a 'perk' she could do without.&nbsp; She seemed to come back to herself completely about a few second after spoke. To him it would likely seem as if she had taken a the time span of a long breath to gather up her senses after the fall and the rather sudden, if not as dangerously sudden as it could have other wise been, stop. <br><br>With a roll of her eyes "Ha-ha, very funny. Thought you ninja-looking-types were suppose to be all silent and stoic." she gave him a moment, but as nothing happened she gave him a somewhat lopsided look, punctuated further by her tilting her head and quirking an eyebrow&nbsp; "You going to put me down big guy or you going to carry me all the way to the other end of the forest and back?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 22:20:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olive<br><br><em>"Right behind you!"</em> called Lark as Olive turned and raised his shield.<br><br>When he next glanced back, she was gone. Typical. A sudden breeze rushed by, trailing a rainbow of colors. Lark rushed headlong into the pack of boar-like Grimm that surrounded them. Her fighting style was erratic and unusual. She weaved, dodged, spun into kicks, jumped, flipped, rolled and kicked out. It looked like some kind of odd dance while drunk. It was hard to follow her movements and hard to judge what she would do from one thing to the next. A trained fighter could usually tell what someone else was about to do. A subtle sway of balance, a widening of stance, a twitch of limb or muscle, even eye movement, all dead giveaways. From the outside it might look like the white-haired girl was just randomly flailing. To a practiced eye, Lark, however, just seemed to 'go'. She flowed from one thing to the next like a river with no set course, just adapting to the landscape. It was controlled chaos. <br><br><em>"I'll be damned if I'm not going to fight some Grimm today!"</em> she said with a grunt as she whirled into a straight kick with a blast from her boots that sent a boarbatusk hurling through the air end-over-end. The impact the blow made sounded heavy, like it had some real heft behind it. Lark's aura was still shining. It became clear that she was constantly shifting her weight as she fought, using her semblance to add heft at the end of every blow and then changing course to allow her to move swiftly again after it was over. It was a constant back-and-forth shifting of weight, while juggling the overly complex and showy fighting style that she'd adapted. She was doing pretty well, all things considered. She was rapidly getting closed in on, though, as Grimm moved to box her in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 07:25:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e2JoqdV.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Celeste Baya</span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cliff to Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurelie<br><br>Celeste stepped up to her platform, looking beside her at Lark, Olive, and Aurelie, and then at the others that were at the platform. <em>"Jolly green would probably make a good partner..."</em> She thought to herself as <em>Good Witch</em> explained their mission for the Emerald Forest. As students were launches, Celeste's tail coiled and curled nervously, until she was launched right after Aurelie into the air with a loud 'FWOOOSH!' and the dragon girl was sky born. Being a water dragon Faunus, she hated flying like this, and indeed she began to feel a bit sick, though she held onto her wits enough to try and think of a landing strategy as she hit the height of her arc into the forest, her tail flicking to give her some steering in the air. She saw others disappear into the tree line, and slowly began to fall herself. "Gold probably wouldn't be a good partner....and Rainbow Brite wouldn't be good either...it has to be Green right?" She whispered to herself as she approached the green tree-tops<br><br>Her body shifted, curling up, and a bubble of energy suddenly formed around Celeste as she felt into the trees, crashing and smashing a path through the tree tops like a large bullet. She hit a tree, and bounced off it, ping-ponging her way down and bouncing from tree to tree, richocheting all around out of control to the ground, where she came face to face with Aurelie after rolling to a stop...and after the world stopped spinning. Spirals were in her eyes as she laid there for a moment in front of Aurelie, though their eyes certainly met....five times, in fact, as five golden haired girls stood in front of Celeste for a moment. "S-Stop spinning..." Celeste complained with a small whine, her body tilting and teetering. She shook her head to clear it, closing her eyes for a moment to refocus, and finally looked at Aurelie fully. "Hiya Partner!" Celeste said with a smile, just happy to have found someone so early.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 08:01:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lark<br><br>Olive groaned as he realized that, of course, Lark wasn't following his plan. She had no concept of focus, no impulse control, and no plan. So of course she wasn't goal oriented. Olive sighed, stopping on a dime, his massive armored bulk transitioning from moving to stationary with nothing more then a bit of bracing, Olive swung about, raising his shield perpendicular to his body. He slotted the Halberd into a groove place in the center, the action popping out two large arms, forming the massive crossbow that was his alternate choice. The sounds of it firing was a heavy dull thunk, as thick spears of Ash flew off the crossbow, hammering into two of the creatures, impaling them and slamming into trees. Olive then yanked the halberd off the shield with a grunt.<br><br>"We aren't hear to fight Grimm, Rainbow Brite. We are here to find an artifact and return to Beacon. The Grimm are just a distraction!"<br><br>Olive charged back in, looking like an unchanging behemoth, all strength and no skill. An opinion shattered as he dropped into a slide just as he was about slam into a Boarbatusk. Instead, he angled the shield down, the edge of it slamming into the creatures legs, sweeping them out from under it. Olive hurled it off the shield, the Halberd slicing through the air, leverage and the sharp axe head severing the creature in twain as Olive gave a loud grunt. The haft of the Polearm swung back, slamming into one of the creatures that had been charging him, and forcing it to the left as Olive sidestepped it, delivering another crescent chop. Where Lark was constant flowing movement, Olive fought in sharp concentrated bursts, each action meticulously planned. While he was slower then Lark, delivering far less blows, those he did land were placed so to kill, or cripple.<br><br>"So how many of these things are you going to assist on killing before we can get to what we actually came here to do?"<br><br>Olive asked, having pierced their lines again, turning about to put his back to Lark, protecting her reach the massive raised shield.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 17:36:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Celeste<br><br>The sound of gunfire and screams rang through the woods.&nbsp; Aurelie twisted her head in the direction of the chaos and considered - pursue and try to aid, or continue on toward the ruins?&nbsp; If those in trouble were unpartnered, it could be beneficial for her, and even if they weren't, there was strength in numbers.&nbsp; Digging her heels into the ground, she prepared to sprint into the fray -<br><br>- And would have, had she not heard the distinct whistle of a projectile coming straight towards her.&nbsp; She whipped about, pulling out her fans and standing <em>en garde</em>, but balked the moment she spotted the spinning orb of destruction whizzing through the canopy, leaving detritus and broken limbs in its wake.&nbsp; "That's... not a Grimm..." she gaped as she watched its final arc. At the last minute, Aurelie jumped back as the sphere crashed into the earth, sending up rock, grass, and dirt.&nbsp; The strange construct continued to roll forward, meeting her head-on, until the barrier dissolved, a blue-tailed girl emerging.<br><br>If she'd been a mind-reader or privy to the quiet discussion that the faunus had <em>just</em> been having before her crash-landing, Aurelie might have felt slighted and rather disinclined to agree to the cards that fate had dealt.&nbsp; Fortunately, she was ignorant, and she returned the smile with a look of amusement.&nbsp; "Ah, the faunus girl with the weak constitution and the fascinating Semblance.&nbsp; Charmed.&nbsp; I'm Aurelie, and -"<br><br>Just then, a Nevermore screeched in the not-too-far-off distance.&nbsp; "Oh, dear.&nbsp; And we'd best be moving.&nbsp; Best guess, the relics are this way," she thumbed behind her.&nbsp; "Shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 00:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Zhong.Hui.full.591073.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Platina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sigurd, open<hr><br>Alexander watched as student after student were thrown out into the woods literally as the metal pad they were standing on launched them. He could only chuckle at some reactions to this as it came as a total surprise. Luckily I have these on me, Alexander thought as he slipped his hand into a pocket and pulled out [aviator sun glasses] (https://d13yacurqjgara.cloudfront.net/users/763/screenshots/1240721/aviators.png) and slipped them onto his face. Every once in awhile, Alexander liked to act slightly goofy. Someone has to be and Alexander thought he'd look cool with them on at this given moment.<br><br><em>FWOOSH</em><br><br>With a wide grin on his face, Alexander was sent flying into the sky towards the forest. He preferred not to use his semblance at the moment as to save energy for going to the temple to retrieve his objective. So who shall be his partner? Oh hey, there's the [Gymnast] guy! He'd probably work out pretty well for a partner. Bundling up into a ball, Alexander soared through the trees with his momentum being soften by the branches he's going through. Rolling towards the ground, Alexander stopped his fall by landing on his feet with one hand on the ground to push the ground as to not fall forward after landing. Standing up, Alexander took off his shades and looked over at the [Gymnast] guy and walked over towards him.<br><br>"Hey there! Guess we're partners now huh? I'm Alexander Platina." Alexander stood a foot and a half away from the [Gymnast] guy and stuck out his right hand while having his left hand dangle at his side. It was good that Alexander found a partner at this moment when they have just begun. Since it was so easy, they can just focus on getting to the temple and retrieving the objective. With all the Grimm around, Alexander would appreciate someone watching his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 03:18:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Suleta<hr><br>The girl in his arms was tiny, and she was really cute. Plus she was a faunus, which was a bonus in his book. He had nothing against human girls, and actually just loved women. But seeing another faunus reminded him of home, and safety...well relatively speaking. But as long as she wasn't White Fang, he knew for a fact she wouldn't be after him for something. With the humans there was always that chance, even if most were pretty cool to him so far since he'd gotten here. <br><br>After he spoke, there was a long, pregnant pause before she opened her mouth. She rolled her eyes first, then sarcastically wondered about shinobi being strong, silent types. To answer her question, he stared at her for nearly a full minute, his red eyes glowing slightly as the cover of the trees took away just enough light to show them off. "It's creepy when we don't talk, isn't it?" As to her other question, he shrugged, lifting her up slightly.<br><br>&nbsp;"I <em>could</em>. You're light enough. But I think we'd do better both on foot; that way no problem if we run into a fight." Nodding to her, he set her gently down on her feet. "Maybe I'll carry you on the way back. Now come on, partner." Taking a few jogging steps, he suddenly bent his knees and leapt through the air, bouncing off a tree and starting toward the rendezvous again. Once she caught up, he looked over at her as they went along. "Names Fenrir. Fenrir Zherneboh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 00:44:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sigurd Thomas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jack and Aurelia<br><hr><br>Sigurd was halted in his pursuit of the red woman when a plated knight—at least he looked like one—landed before him. He went rigid in startle for the man had come out of nowhere. He must have been launched after him and coolly he stood, removing a pair of aviator’s. As soon as he stood up, he walked over to Sigurd with a kindly extended hand.<br><br><strong>Hey there! Guess we’re partners now huh? I’m Alexander Platina.</strong><br><br>For a long few seconds, Sigurd stared at the knight as though confused by his social skills. Wasn’t the red woman his partner? They had made eye-contact. Glancing passed Alexander, he saw that the woman was long gone. She was out there somewhere cheating the system, picking favorites. Whatever.<br><br>“Sigurd Thomas,” he finally replied, taking Alexander’s hand in his own in a firm shake. Maybe the guy didn’t want to waste time searching for a partner or like him, didn’t know anyone to partner with right-off-the-bat. Well…that hadn’t been entirely true. If he had seen Aurelie, he would have happily partnered with her. The odds were against him.<br><br>“I guess this is when we go find that ruin place,” he said obviously. He then smiled at Alex in a friendly manner. The guy looked like he knew how to hold his own, and if he was as good as a fighter as he so coolly appeared, then Sigurd might not have had to lift a finger. Too easy. Waving his hand and stepping aside, he said, “Lead the way.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 04:25:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://safebooru.org//samples/1499/sample_29b252e3082a59485459657b5cdd603b59c658f2.png?1568683)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Suleta Blueskys<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fenrir<br><br>She felt briefly, she supposed flustered would be the right word, by his calm responses to her attitude. Often times her snark provoked much more...well significant reactions from people. Suleta often treated social situation as she would an actually combat situation . She liked to set the tempo and be on the offensive when ever and how ever she could be. That often involved using her words to be aggressive and sarcastic to bring forth a result from the one she was talking to that she would expect. Many people responded to sudden ( and admittedly underserved ) snark with some sort predictable reaction. That being either returning aggression or a loss of words. Catching people off guard like that often let her know a thing or two about a person. But he He had managed to keep his mental footing despite her disarming comments, so to speak. She hated it. Okay hates probably way to strong of a feeling, and she honestly had trouble pinning down exactly how it made her feel but she was fairly certain she didn't much care for the odd emotion. <br><br>Once she was put down she began to straighten out her outfit, slightly disheveled in the fall. While doing so she briefly considered her answer before responding "It's more creepy than I'd expect, but less than you'd hope. And it's best I stay out of your arms, I'm more lady than you could handle anyways." When at first you don't succeed snark and snark again! <strong><em>~I don't know, that line could be considered flirtation~</em></strong> -Fuck, you're right...UH-MOVING ON!!!- <br><br>She shook off that thought as the ninja boy introduced himself zipped off back into the trees branches and proceeding in a manner fitting for his ninja-boy status. Fair enough, good thing she was not slouch at this sort of travel. The branches this low to the ground were much thicker and sturdier than from the area she fell from, much less likely to result in another unwanted spill. She focused her attention on setting her personal gravity in a 'upwardly' sort of fashion towards the web of branches at large. She zipped up and maneuver her body&nbsp; in a nearly feline fashion so that she landed on a branch perfect upside down and began to make leaps from branch to branch after him, being sure to solidify her gravity to the next branch mid jump to keep from missing her shot. <br><br>It was quite an interesting site when she caught up, She had taken a path of branches slightly above the one he was using but only going along them upside-down to his point of view. The extra intriguing thing about this sight was that despite seemingly running upside down along branches her skirt and outfit were not and hanging down towards the natural pull of good old mother earth.&nbsp; She gave him a look, and offered no explanation for the odd feat, and pursed her lips at his name -why does that sound...familiar?-<br><br>"Seleta Blueskys, nice to see you almost as good at getting around high places as me. I was almost afraid you just took the ninja look cause you thought it was cool."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 20:26:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ShanShihShen2_zps8nh9b9jr.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Dai Yu Feng &amp; Nara meet Aurelie &amp; Celeste</strong></span></span><br>Feng's Theme: Wind God Girl (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xx94qJ7hftw)<br><br>Up ahead, Aurelie and Celeste heard quite the commotion. Loud crashing, the shriek of a monstrous Grimm, weapons clashing, and the sound of two people arguing over all of it. As the pair broke through the forest into a small clearing, they saw quite the display before them.<br><br><strong><em>"Why did you agitate this thing, you monumental oaf? If I die because of you I will NEVER forgive you!"</em></strong> shouted a white-haired girl clad in green. <br><br><em>"Don't be mad! Maybe we'll get extra credit if we kill it!"</em> replied a jovial girl with green hair.<br><br>The two of them were tangling with a Death Stalker, a massive, scorpion-like Grimm that was more armored plate than anything else. It was one of the deadliest creatures in the Emerald Forest and, somehow, this pair had agitated it to the point that, if the trail of knocked-over and busted trees was anything to go by, had followed them a considerable distance through the woods. The first girl, the angry one, was of average height and with a slender build. She was dressed in a green school-like outfit and was wielding more swords than should be allowed by any sane person. Two sheathes on her left and one on her right made three total, but all were empty as she had one in her hands and seemed to be controlling the other two with her semblance somehow. That or telepathy. All three whirled around her in a dangerous flash of steel, but the blades seemed to be bouncing off the Death Stalker's thick exoskeleton. The Grimm lunged for her and she darted backwards, using her two airborne blades to knock the monster's pincer off course just enough to miss her. <br><br><em>"Feng!"</em> shouted the peppy girl, concerned, <em>"I got it! Hang on!"</em> This girl was a bit on the shorter side, with green hair almost as long as she was tall. She was dressed in a more punk-ish fashion, sporting a hooded jacket, tall boots, and short shorts. Her weapon was a strange one. Some kind of yo-yo made for battle. The thing whirred along on a heavy cord and smashed into the Death Stalker with enough force to smash rock to pieces. The monster shrieked, but it seemed to be more in annoyance than pain. It jabbed forward with it's massive stinger. The green-haired girl reacted fast, lifting both her hands upward. Shadows, like inky black tentacles, rose from where they were cast on the ground. They wrapped around the lunging stinger and for the moment held it at bay, but the effort seemed to be taking a lot out of the punk girl. <br><br><em>"Giant scorpion! Very strong! Who knew?"</em> she blurted,<em> "I don't got it Feng! I don't got it!" </em><br><br>They seemed to be in trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 20:35:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olive<br><br><em>"All of them, egghead!"</em> replied Lark as they went back-to-back. She seemed to be having a good time with all this, despite being outnumbered at least three to one. She glanced over her shoulder at Olive and said, <em>"This school is <strong>about</strong> fighting Grimm! You don't think we're going to get bonus points for this or something? I mean, c'mon, how do you expect to get stronger if you just play defensive all the time? A hopeless scenario is the catalyst for instant self-improvement!"</em> she quipped, <em>"Jackie Chun said that in Rumble In Vale."</em><br><br>And she launched herself into the fray once more. The loud cracks of Lark's footwear going off echoed all around Olive as she swept from target to target, landing blows where she could and slipping out of the way of attacks. She kept moving from Grimm to Grimm, wearing them down until they started to fall. One by one, she was thinning their numbers and the fewer there were, the faster she was sweeping them away. It was just up to Olive to get rid of 'his share' and they could actually do this. Though he probably knew that Lark would never admit to having needed help. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 21:19:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e2JoqdV.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Celeste Baya</span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cliff to Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurelie, Dai Yu Feng and Nara<br><br><strong>Aurelie</strong> introduced herself and pointed behind, saying that she thought the relics they were supposed to collect were in that direction. Celeste was about to respond to her when they could hear the cries of two girls coming from the forest, along with the roar of something large. <strong>"We should probably check that out first, don't you think?"</strong> Celeste said gently, standing up and dusting off her clothing as she hurried towards the sounds of combat and fighting. When she arrived, she spotted <strong>Two girls of green</strong>. One had green clothes, the other had green hair. The two of them seemed to be fighting a gigantic scorpion, a Death Stalker, and had somehow pissed it off enough to make it follow them several feet, judging from the destruction behind it that lead to the clearing. The two seemed to be arguing, as well as in trouble judging by how their attacks were simply annoying the big scorpion. The green haired girl held it with shadows while the green clothed girl recovered from it, swords seeming to levitate in place around her.<br><br>Celeste turned to <strong>Aurelie</strong>, looking a bit concerned, <strong>"Well this is a stick situation, ain't it?"</strong> She said to <strong>Aurelie</strong>, before rushing forward without a thought to help out two people who could possibly become their team mates...or rivals. She activated her semblance and 6 small orbs formed under her feet, three for each that formed skates that she used to glide along the ground at a quickened pace. Approaching the Death Stalker and the two girls fighting it, she slid around the side of the Death Stalker as if on ice, and her hand reached out, forming another bubble on the Death stalker's tail that encased it's stinger. This didn't make it harmless, just unable to puncture anymore. She slid behind it and unsheathed her weapon, a Katana that had been honed to a razor's edge. She also took off her sheath, and slammed the hilt into the sheath, where they folded together and combined, plates sliding up the blade until it was a Naginata spear that she spun around quickly and started attacking the Death Stalker with, leaving slashes in it's armor though no lethal damage. It was a deterrent to get the Stalker to turn away from the two girls and towards Celeste instead, and it seemed to be working as she slid effortlessly around and around in circles around the creature, that tried to lash out at her with it's tail and cratered the ground with each strike of it's bubbled tail. Celeste hoped that <strong>Aurelie</strong> and the other girls could come up with something while she kept the creature busy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 22:21:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Team FAST (or Sapphire)</strong></span><br><hr>Fenrir, Alexander, Sigurd, and Suleta <hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140119195621/rwby/images/d/dc/KingSnakeFace.png)</div><br>While Sigurd and Alex were pacing themselves through the forest, there was a sudden commotion ahead of them, a series of howls, snarls, and barks as a pack of Beowolves crossed their paths. The creatures appeared to be in a panic and were fleeing in fear.<br><br>“Watch out!” Sigurd warned Alex since he had been ahead of him. He stopped to watch the Beowolf Alpha, whimpering and whining in its struggle to keep up with its subjects. It galloped before them until lunging from the canopy came a white blur. It struck the Grimm like a bolt of lightning, snagging it between its teeth. The white head of a giant serpent then turned to look at Alex and Sigurd. Its red eyes gleamed threateningly as it held the yowling Beowolf Alpha between its teeth. Snapping its head upwards, the snake swallowed the creature down, and the two students could see the large lump sliding down its lengthy throat.<br><br>Behind them crept the black end of the King Taijitu, flicking its jet-black tongue as it wove under the cover of the shrubbery prepared to ambush the oblivious students.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 23:25:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olive Hemsworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lark<br><br>Olive sighed as Lark continued to really miss the point, Olive hammering ones Lark had weakened, shield slamming into them, flinging them away, as his Axe sliced up, a crescent of death. His movements were percise, his blows fewer, precise and planned, landed for maximum effect. A study in contrast between the two. Olive grunted as one of the creatures charged into him, the tucks fended off by Olive's shield.<br><br>"This school is about training us to be Huntsmen. Not about turning us into mindless berserkers who attack any Grimm we see. The Grimm outnumber Huntsmen massively."<br><br>Olive grunted, tossing a Grimm into a nearby tree with a slam of his shield. The creature slammed into it with a dull thud, the tree beginning to creak a bit, Olive making note of it. It wasn't very old, and cloud probably come down in a fer more blows.<br><br>"In order to be effective, Huntsmen have to be smarter then the Grimm. We have to focused, a scalpel cutting out their core, not a hammer slamming into them. We have a mission, and that should be our focus."<br><br>Olive charged the ailing tree, sending it crashing to the ground on top of two of the creatures... Olive slamming his Halberd into them ensuring that they would be felled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeta</strong> on <strong>23-11-2015, 00:03:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelie Arturo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Celeste,&nbsp; Yu Feng, Nara<br><br>Aurelie made to call out to... Gods dammit all, she still didn't know the faunus girl's name!&nbsp; In the heat of the moment, her new partner dashed off, dark orbs propelling her forward through the wood faster than she could react.&nbsp; With no choice left to her, she pursued the flash of blue that zipped onward in the face of danger.<br><br>The Death Stalker's shriek could have split eardrums half a mile, and yet, its rattle almost seemed incomparable to the bickering between the two girls who were just beyond its clutches.&nbsp; Had it not been for the scorpion-like creature in their midst, it might almost have been comical.&nbsp; Well.&nbsp; No, the presence of the Grimm actually, quite possibly, made it all the more humorous.&nbsp; Aurelie couldn't help but give a short chortle as she watched the rather well-matched pair exchange heated words.&nbsp; The grand thud of the encased Death Stalker's tail brought her back to the present as earth and rock showered the four.&nbsp; The orbs about its stinger would prevent any of them from being fatally impaled, but one direct blow, and any of them would be flattened.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes were immediately drawn to the strangers, their weapons and Semblances entering her mind like a stream of raw data.&nbsp; Characteristically fascinated, and yet, strangely undistracted, the girl held position, observing Celeste's orbital gliding.&nbsp; Her mind filtered out all that was not useful, hyperfocusing solely on everyone's use in battle.&nbsp; &nbsp;A shadow bender and what may have been a telepath - or maybe a magnetist?&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; A ranged blade would serve them well.&nbsp; As the Grimm's tail thrashed about, still partially bound by the green-headed girl's shadowy tendrils, Aurelie quickly formed an idea.<br><br>"Everyone - aim for the eyes!"&nbsp; Aurelie whipped out her long fans, cocking them in their collapsed state into two handguns and fired several rounds at the Grimm's glowing eyes.&nbsp; As the creature recoiled in annoyance, or perhaps pain she dared hope, she focused on a pile of rubble below its abdomen.&nbsp; Firing a shot of Red Dust at the rocks, she masked the ensuing blast as an explosive round, shocking the Death Stalker at its less protected underbelly. <br><br>"Blue tail!" she shouted, for lack of a better codename, "Keep him occupied!&nbsp; Green hair - hold him as long as you can!"&nbsp; Her head whipped toward the last girl, clad in a forest-green uniform.&nbsp; Dammit, dammit all, names!&nbsp; She mentally made note to suggest to the staff to distribute nametags to all incoming students next term - this was infuriating!&nbsp; "And you!&nbsp; Uh - Katanas!&nbsp; With me! "&nbsp; &nbsp;Dashing forward, she fanned Nymphaea fully while keeping Nelumbo as a pistol, shooting still at the Death Stalker's vulnerable spots.&nbsp; Waiting for the tail to strike at the faunus once more, she leapt forward, shooting the joint between stinger and tail, then following with several strikes of her razor-blade fan.&nbsp; With any hope, the girl clad in green would follow suit.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-11-2015, 00:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Suleta, Alexander, Sigurd<hr><br>He wasn't sure what this girls deal was, but messing with her was going to be fun if he could get a rise like that out of her every single time. Then again, if he did it too much she might catch on. He'd have to find a nice balance between the two if he was going to draw this out as long as possible. Oh the possibilities. He shrugged again when she basically said his creepiness was a 7/10 when he didn't talk, and not a perfect 10. Hmmm, he'd have to find a way to be creepier next time. "Haven't even known me five minutes and you're already making assumptions. You've got no idea what I can handle."<br><br>&nbsp;Before taking off, he winked a glowing red eye at her, and then he was blazing along, hopping from branch to branch. He wondered how long it'd take her to catch up? Not long at all apparently, because in no time at all she was right alongside him, keeping pace and using what he assumed was her semblance to jump and land on the branches <em>upside down</em> like some sort of loony. Buuuuut he did rather enjoy the view he got when gravity seemed to affect her clothes normally. He would have wolf whistled but that just seemed like a step back for his kind. Looking up at her when she finally introduced herself, he waved.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good to be formally introduced." He narrowed his brow when she sort of complimented him, but called him out at the same time. Okay, challenge accepted. "Hmmm." Instead of answering, he pushed off a branch so hard it was obliterated in his wake and he soared past her, then he extended his grapple and got another big leap from it. While he was flying through the air, he flipped so he was upside down and looking at her. <em>"Almost?"</em> Sticking his feet out, the claws dug into a branch and momentum slid him over until he was standing upright. He was waiting for her when a noise caught his attention, and then another and another.<br><br>&nbsp;All of them were distressing, sounding like beowulf...scared of something. Not much could frighten a beowulf, much less a pack. He hadn't named his weapons after the creatures for nothing. Looking around, he spotted <em>it</em>. A King Taijitu, and it was bearing down on Alex and that guy with the hammer-thing on his back. Sigurd wasn't it? He watched with fascination as the white half kept their attention. From his vantage point, he could also see the black half doing what that sneaky serpent did best. It was a one creature ambush. When Suleta landed, he tapped her and pointed toward the commotion.<br><br>&nbsp;"We've gotta help them! Come on!" Grimacing, his hand darted to his waist and plucked a yellow dust vial from it. "Shit...didn't wanna use this so early, but no choice I guess." He took a deep breath, then he parted his shirt and pushed the vial into a strange looking port in the center of his sternum. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then electricity started to dance around his body. "Let's show them what Faunus can do, huh?" Nodding to her, he ran further up the side of the tree, then turned and pushed off down toward the black half. Rearing his fist back, he threw it forward, ready to flood the snake with lethal voltage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>23-11-2015, 10:37:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Zhong.Hui.full.591073.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Platina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sigurd, Fenrir, open<hr><br>"[Sigurd] huh?" Alexander whispered to himself as he began walking with Sigurd. They kept a good pace for aimless walking. Right now, they should try to find high ground in order to spot out the temple that was mentioned by the witch lady. Funny, they haven't ran into any trouble while they were rucking through the forest. Alexander was pretty sure this place was gonna be perilous at least. Well, this should be easy then Alexander thought to himself. Just him and [Sigurd] all out in this empty greenery...<br><br>"I just had to think about it. Huh?" Alexander whispered to himself as he watched as a pack of Beowolf Alpha ran out, seemly frighten. Rightfully so considering the creature that bolted out behind them managed to chop on one fleeing with incredible reach. From the shadows rocked out a King Taijitu with only it's white end facing the duo. Alexander, taking his shield with his right hand and Srebro Heart (Silver Heart) in his left hand. Clutching both tightly, Alexander began to piece a plan of action together on how both he and [Sigurd] could take this thing out.<br><br>"I'm gonna go ahead and distract that thing. When you see an opening, get a good finisher on it's head-" before Alexander could finish, [<strong>Fenrir</strong>] jumped out of nowhere and landed on the back half behind them. He drove his fist back and struck it with what appeared to be lightning coursing through his body. Well extra help is appreciated. Plus, he probably just save them the trouble of getting chomped on without their say. Not one to miss out on a team effort, Alexander shouted to his partner "Come on! Let's give this guy a hand [Sigurd]!" while running towards the beast. He placed his shield on his back and replaced it with Zloto Heart. Both ends of his guns extended and a blade extended outward underneath the barrels. Combining both of them together, he formed a double ended javelin and threw it into the midish part of the Grimm's body between the trees.<br><br>It punctured through the body, but Alexander was not done. Jumping forward, Alexander grasped Royal Javelin with both hands and began to spin around it like a gymnast with out his feet landing on the ground once. Planting his feet onto the beast, Alexander pulled Royal Javelin out of the creature and began to slide on the body, riding out it's reaction to the pain it is under going from two attacks while simultaneously beaming towards the white end.While [<strong>Fenrir</strong>] takes care of one side I can distract the other, Alexander thought to himself while trying to not slide off of the Grimm's body. Not having much luck considering this body is particularly long and thrashing, Alexander was launched off the body and combat rolled through the landing. Holding the Javelin in his left hand, Alexander took out his shield in his right hand again and held his ground in a defensive position while facing the white end of the Grmm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 05:20:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://safebooru.org//samples/1499/sample_29b252e3082a59485459657b5cdd603b59c658f2.png?1568683)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Suleta Blueskys<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fenrir Alexander Sigurd<br><br>Suletes eyes widened at Fenrir's display. That cocky son of a gun, thinking his super jump was some how a mach for her semblance and agility.&nbsp; Plus,&nbsp; the destruction of a perfectly good tree branch while he was at it was simply excessive! Admittedly it was impressive, certainly not a feat she had ever seen done before. But she was sure there would be a&nbsp; lot of that going on here at this school. With weapons that ranged from the mundane to the impractical and powers that could literally be just about anything, especially if you were the sort who could augment them with dust! Still she had no intentions of letting captain ninja-pants show her up like that. <br><br>&nbsp;She was just about to attempt to show him up by focusing her semblance on him so she'd just stand on his back while he tried out run her. But she never got the chance to make such a demonstration. Shame to, she was sure that would cheese him off a little bit for sure!. Nope, instead they had to run into a grim. A big mother hubbered of a grim to. A King Taijitu. Don't get those out the in the deserts. If only the snakes she was used to be so easy to see coming. Well,&nbsp; Just because the big, boss, serpent of the western forests of Vale didn't have the deadly&nbsp; &nbsp;the stealth of its sandy cousin, that certainly didn't mean it was meant to be taken lightly. <br><br>She came to a stop, sideways on the trunk part of the tree near the branch Fenrir&nbsp; was on ( let's see you do that shino-but ) to investigate the commotion below. She half rolled her eyes as he said they had to help them, but more from reflex to being told what to do rather than disagreement. In response she pulled the pair of massive recovers from their crossed holsters at the small of her back and gave them a little twirl in her hands, and they shifted smoothly into a pair of tomahawk like axes.&nbsp; "Four on two? Should hardly be a fair fight." <br><br>She blinked at him when he pulled out a vial of dust and gleamed it into a hole in his chest, then proceeded to give a cheesy line and freaking lighting punched the snake. "Holy crap, what are you? A Saturday morning super hero?" She mumbled mostly to herself at this point, battle had been joined she was she no one was privy to her complaints. She observed the situation for a moment deciding on what would her most effective and useful move. Snakes had many deadly tools, but one of their most significant ones were certainly its speed. If a snake was focused on its prey it was certainly a difficult creature to out maneuver. So the answer was simple, break its concentration on the party below, bring its attention above. <br>&nbsp;<br>Using her semblance to bounce about the trees quickly and smoothly she used the twine axes to hack and smash through thicker tree limbs that were above a part of the , bringing the debris crashing down on the snake with nice solid thuds of impact.&nbsp; After a felling a few branches she positioned herself where she could best see the pair of heads, standing upside down on a branch. With another smooth twirl of the axes they shifted back into the twin revolvers the snake and starting to fire the gun at both heads trying to get all it's attention on her to allow the men folk below to go for more significant blows.&nbsp; Between shots she began to hurled insults as well "Hey! Yin-and-Yang! Tell me, does having two heads make you twice as dumb or twice as ugly?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 18:03:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/FemaleNergal_zps4wrounfn.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Nara Evergreen &amp; Feng with Aurelie &amp; Celeste</strong></span></span><br>Nara's Theme: Death By Glamour (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHhe8begOQk)<br><br><em>"What do you mean 'hold it'? <strong>LOOK AT IT!</strong> This thing is crazy strong! Waugh!"</em> Nara's words of worry cut off as she lost grip on the Deathstalker with her shadows and the tail came crashing down at her. Just in time she managed to change Atom Smasher into it's shield form and the descending tail slammed against it's surface. She was saved by it and her aura, though the force the thing was pressing down on her with quickly dropped the girl to her knees. <em>"This suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!"</em> she announced.<br><br><em><strong>"How dare you!"</strong></em> Feng, for her part, was aghast at Aurelie's behavior. She wasn't going to be ordered around by some strange commoner! Especially one that didn't know her name! How dare she not know who she was! Still, Nara's plight sent her charging forward, leaving a gust of wind in her wake as she lept and then sailed through the air. A flash of silver and the giant scorpion's stinger was suddenly sliced off, thumping uselessly to the ground. The creature raged. It only seemed angrier now. It lashed out with pincers at both Celese and Feng at any opportunity. Bullets and slashes pinged off it's exoskeleton which slowly started to shear away under constant assault. <br><br>After recovering, Nara lashed out with her shadows again and tried to restrain it by the pincers, but it was even stronger now. It shook it's claws and flung the girl left and right 'til she flew off her feet and her grip once again slipped away. Nara went flying through the air and crashed directly into Aurelie, sending the both of them tumbling to the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 18:28:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olive<br><br>Olive rolled her eyes. <em>"Well, pardon me for trying to rid the world of being made of pure hatred and malice! If we keep poking at 'em like <strong>YOU</strong> seem to want to then they're <strong>ALWAYS</strong> gonna outnumber us! You can't fight back against a crushing wave with a scalpel, Egghead! Sometimes you need a hammer!"</em> Lark stormed over to a fallen boarbatusk and raised her left foot. <em>"Can't teach a hammer to love nails."</em> She grunted and slammed her booted foot down upon the thing, her Cloud Kicker going off on impact and demolishing the fallen Grimm. Poking her tongue out in disgust, she wiped her heel on the grass. <em>"Hmph."</em><br><br>Lark brushed herself off and glanced around. They'd finished off the entire pack. She observed for a moment, then looked at Olive. <em>"I killed more of them,"</em> she announced, and started walking off into the forest.<br><br><em>"C'mon, let's go finish your precious mission! Unless you wanna stay here and yammer about how best to do that for another ten minutes?"</em> Lark could be infuriating when she wanted to be. At least she was walking, though, and allowing him to keep the pace with her. She could've just ran off again and left Olive in the dust. So that was something worth noting. Also worth noting was the fact that, thanks to the extended battles the other groups were having, the Grimm were drawn away from Lark and Olive and so the mis-matched pair didn't encounter any resistance on their way to the edge of the forest where the ruins lay. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><div align="center">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Temple_zpsnj1pr7j4.png)</div><hr><br><br>The old temple was in a small clearing at the north end of the Emerald Forest. It lay in ruins, half of it destroyed by time and circumstance. It's skeletal remains housed small pillars upon which sat a variety of chess pieces. Half white, half black. Some of these were missing, indicating that other teams had already come and gone. As they arrived, Olive and Lark could see two of their fellow students departing with their piece. One was a massive woman in a long black coat and hat, from which flowed unkempt dark hair. The other was a robed warrior resembling a female samurai. She walked with a limp and it was hard to tell how she'd even managed to make it this far into the forest. This samurai noticed Olive and Lark. She paused a moment and seemed to stare right through them, before simply turning and following her larger companion off. It was odd that they'd managed to beat Lark and Olive to the ruins, considering the lackadaisical pace at which they were currently moving. Neither amazon nor samurai seemed to be in any hurry at all. <br><br>Lark was miffed at their late arrival, <em>"Pfft! How'd they beat us?"</em> she griped, <em>"You should've been walking faster. You're like an albacor around my neck!"</em> She'd meant to say 'albatross' but Lark was a hammer and they weren't known for their high IQ. Regardless, the white-haired girl marched up to the ruins and swiped the Gold Knight piece from the nearest stand. She held it up. <em>"Ta-dah. Happy?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 19:03:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Team FAST (or Sapphire)</strong></span><br><hr>Fenrir, Alexander, Sigurd, and Suleta <hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140119195621/rwby/images/d/dc/KingSnakeFace.png)</div><br>The <strong>black end</strong> of the King Taijitu snarled a hiss when Fenrir’s electrifying fist connected with its skull. Its spherical ruby eyes bulged in alarm to have been counter-ambushed, and the snake was quick to whip its head about, taking the Wolf Faunus for a wild ride. The snake tried to slam the Wolf Faunus into the trees and throw him from its back.<br><br>The <strong>white end</strong> focused on Alexander, watching his movements as though waiting to punish him for the slightest slip-up. While Alex was giving him orders, Sigurd was keeping an eye on the serpent that was still there and for a swift brief moment, his head snapped over his shoulder to see a student come out of nowhere to reveal the second head that had been trying to sneak up on them. It gave Sigurd chills to think that the serpent was so treacherous.<br><br><strong>I’m gonna go ahead and distract that thing. When you see an opening, get a good finisher on its head—Come on! Let’s give this guy a hand!</strong><br><br>Sigurd held out his hand in a pathetic attempt to stop Alex and called after him, “Wait a second!”<br><br>The <strong>white end</strong> had been still watching him and one didn’t just foolishly go charging to their death without distracting the enemy first. From above, tree branches began to fall and pelt the hard skull of the <strong>white end</strong>. The snake’s attention was immediately diverted from Alex to another faunus that appeared like a squirrel in the trees. The snake was angry, and while Alex performed his stunt, the <strong>white end</strong> became focused on Suleta.<br>With her twin revolvers she began to rain rounds of dust down upon the heads of the King Taijitu in rapid succession, and hopefully, her comrade Fenrir who had been busy with the <strong>black end</strong> wouldn’t have suffered being in the way.<br><br>The <strong>white end</strong> hissed and rearing up, lashed out at Suleta threatening to take the branch she was positioned on out.<br><br>Sigurd removed the straps from his shoulders and dropped the massive hammer to the ground behind him. The weapon made a depression in the dirt and with a burst of steam, the shaft extended. Reaching a hand back, he grasped the hammer’s arm firmly and swung it upward to rest it on his left shoulder.<br><br>“Everyone keeps moving around,” he muttered to himself softly. He was trying to do what Alex had asked him to do, “look for the opening,” and by now, Alex might have figured that Sigurd wasn’t as adept of a student as he appeared. While Strype was observing the other students, Sigurd wasn’t contributing much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>27-11-2015, 19:29:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fenrir Zherneboh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerald Forest<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Suleta, Alexander, Sigurd<hr><br>"Considering those two are bigger than us four combined...I'd say it kinda balances out." At this point, Suleta was the first person hear to see how he manipulated dust. At least they were partners and he wouldn't have to worry about someone trying to take advantage or something like that. It'd happened before. His punch while powerful, had been primarily to startle the snake and save those two from getting chomped without even knowing it.<br><br>&nbsp;His blow had hurt though, and the snake was now trying to shake him off with everything it had. His claws kept him there, trying to ride the damn thing like a mechanical bull on steroids until it tried to smash him through a tree and he figured now would be a good time to get off. He pushed off right before the snake's head crashed through a tree, landing on the ground in a crouch, his fangs bared underneath his mask. He looked over at Alex and Sigurd, offering them both nods of encouragement for a moment before getting his head right back in the game. With the white head busy on Suleta and Alex, and Sigurd seeming to ponder what to do, that left the black head for Fenrir, and it seemed to still be pretty upset of him kinda...punching it in the head and flooding it with a few million volts. <br><br>There was some distance between him and black, and there was a good bit of dust left in his vial. He had an idea. Surging electricity through his system so that he was surrounded in an aura of lightning, he took a few steps back and flexed his claws, then he ran full speed at the black head and jumped at it with his claws stretched out in front. He started spinning in the air, until he was simply a blur of motion headed for the snake. He was aimed right for the head and this lightning drill technique he'd just invented would kill the thing...he hoped. Or at least hurt it. There wasn't much that could take a lightning drill to the face and just walk it off. If this snake could though, well they might be in a bit of trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My First Year At Beacon Academy - [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 10:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Zhong.Hui.full.591073.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Platina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Airship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sigurd, Fenrir, Suleta, open<hr><br>Alexander paid little mind to the newest huntress to join them, focused on the beast in front of him. “Everyone keeps moving around, look for the opening,” came at a whisper from Sigurd. Alexander backed up and proceeded to move out of the field of reach from the King Tajitu and placed his shield on his back. He detached both ends of his weapon and reattached them in a different fashion. This had the result of them merging and forming a long sniper rifle. Alexander took aim towards the White end.<br><br>"Sigurd! Once I stun the white head, finish it off!" Alexander spoke. They weren't going to figure out an opening with how much chaos is ensuing. So Alexander resorted to making one himself. It kept moving from Alexander's sight while it tried to grab the new arrival, probably Fenrir's partner. While she distracted it, Alexander would fire; or at least that was his plan. Alexander waited for the perfect moment when it outstretched it's head far enough of it's threshold before squeezing the trigger.<br><br>Coming out of the chamber of his rifle would be a small dot of lightning that would then connect with the top of the White end's head, which would cause electricity to course through it and cause paralysis temporary. "Now Sigurd!" Alexander shouted to his partner. Alexander had this feeling his partner was not fully there in combat, but he wanted to believe otherwise. He looked strong sure, but combat was a different ball field from strength. Alexander had to believe that his partner would be reliable. 
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