Figthing the Mist (Dorms)
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				Title: <strong>Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 23:02:20</strong>
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				<br><br><br>MISSIONS (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=198248.0)<br><br>DORMS (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=198247.0)<br><br>ACADEMY GROUNDS AND CLASSES (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195116.0)<br><br>CHARACTER SHEETS, SETTING, OTHER INFO &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194870.msg9661060#msg9661060)<br><br>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194612.0)<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>15-03-2014, 16:20:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">First Day, After Dinner</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway to Armina's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br><br>It was night time, about an hour after dinner, when Willum found himself walking alone through the darkened hallways of the academy.&nbsp; Dinner had been a pretty satisfying affair.&nbsp; Either the first day was meant to be particularly spectacular and lavish, or Avalanche Academy believed that budding hunters and huntresses learned best with full and happy stomachs.&nbsp; Willum wasn't going to disagree if the latter was the case, but dinner had reminded him of home.&nbsp; Normally, he would be sitting on the floor around a low table with his fathers, all enjoying whoever's turn was to cook that nights food while discussing his day and progress, with the occasion anecdote from their colourful and adventurous path before he was taken in.&nbsp; Now his normal for the next few years would be eating with his team mates, amidst the noise of the other teams and students.&nbsp; Willum couldn't tell if he was beginning to feel his first pang of homesickness, or if it was the first hint of anxiety at the notion that he was now in charge of blossoming all on his own, without the guidance of his fathers.&nbsp; It was certainly going to see how he was going to grow from now on.<br><br>As he walked down the hallway, he found it remarkable how quiet it was right now.&nbsp; He could hear his footsteps echoing around him and his own steady breathing, and it was probably his own imagination on this one, the subtle sounds of an active building that made it seem alive and breathing.&nbsp; It was a huge contrast to during the day time, when he had classes and was transitioning between them.<br><br>Thinking of the classes made Willum smile to himself.&nbsp; All of the teachers so far had been particularly unique personalities, and their methods had all been distinctly different.&nbsp; Of course, the same could have been said for his fathers, each had their own approach to handing down their hard won knowledge down to their only son and disciple.&nbsp; But he had always learned the bulk of his knowledge on his own.&nbsp; Now he had classmates, and lessons were designed to inform them as a whole rather than be individually personalized.&nbsp; It was weird, and unusual, though he was probably one of the unusual ones for feeling this way.&nbsp; Well, Willum was adaptable, a key quality in order to be able to learn five combat styles at the same time, and he didn't think it would take long before this sort of environment became routine.<br><br>Speaking of routine, Willum stopped when he reached his intended destination and began to knock on the door of Armina Horowitz's door.<br>"Excuse me, Professor?&nbsp; I wanted to speak with you.&nbsp; It's Willum, Willum Wildfang."<br><hr> <div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/MerwinEllusae_zpsfdc88019.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>After dinner she’d usually spend time in the office to take and equally make notes. It may have looked like combat wasn’t the kind of subject for which the teacher needed to make an actual curriculum, but in reality Armina constantly planned her teaching strategy based on the different aspects of her students’ abilities. <br><br>There was so much to take into account in the first place, not just physical prowess. Unlike other teachers, Armina needed to gain knowledge in other fields too: aura control, anatomy, weaponry, semblance, history – especially on war tactics -&nbsp; and physics. ‘All brawn and no brain’ didn’t really apply to her, nor she’d ever request it from her students. <br><br>She had the screen turned on showing the other day’s practical tests. Each year she asked the administration to give her the videos from the entrance exams. Armina used them to study her student’s fighting styles from different angles. It helped her show them how and where to improve and one of her favorite events of the year was when she’d show the graduating students two recordings: one from their entrance exam and another from their graduation test. The difference depicted in the two videos usually made the students gawk in awe and Armina feel proud as a mother. <br><br>It was in such a moment that Willum chose to knock on her door. Armina touched the command screen and the door slid open allowing him to enter. She was wearing the same clothes she had on during dinner, but her hair was loose this time. <br><br>“Clay Dewclaw, dust-chambered metal gauntlets, multiple figh….how many styles do you actually know?” she asked as a greeting.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location:</strong>Armina's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br><br>Willum blinked in momentary surprise as the door slid open without anyone on the other side to open it.&nbsp; He didn't expect the teachers' offices to have automatic doors, apparently the Academy was better equipped than he originally thought.&nbsp; Stepping through, there was another blink of surprise, but this time directed at Armina: apparently there was a time when she'd let her hair down a little.&nbsp; There was a fleeting moment where Willum thought it looked rather fashionable when Armina's 'greeting' interrupted his thoughts and called attention to the fact that he was here to talk with her.<br><br>"Well, that's a bit tricky to answer, Professor," Willum replied, shrugging nonchalantly.&nbsp; "My fathers instructed me that one of my primary advantages in combat was the breadth of my abilities, and keeping it a secret would be in my benefit."<br>He held silent for a moment before breaking out into a grin, "But then you're the combat Professor and I don't think I'm going to be fighting to the death with you any time soon, so I think that makes it okay.&nbsp; Currently, I can be said to know five.&nbsp; I primarily relied on three for the duel during the entrance exams, using one or two techniques from a fourth.&nbsp; The fifth style I held back for practical reasons.&nbsp; However, while I know them, I can't say the same for mastering them.&nbsp; I still handily lose against my masters."<br>Willum tilted his head in Armina's direction.<br>"And apparently you as well."<br><br>"Why do you ask?" Willum asked, suddenly perked up.&nbsp; "Are you watching the fight right now?"<br>He moved closer to Armina, curious to see what she had displayed on her screen.<br>"I've never really seen myself from an outside perspective before."<br>That was something of particular interest to him.&nbsp; While he could remember the fight while in the moment, trying to achieve a clear and objective memory of it was difficult.&nbsp; It was too easy to tunnel vision in combat, and to have your awareness shrink down.&nbsp; A video would allow Willum to see how he really fought in comparison to how he thought he fought, and broaden his perspective on his own skill level.&nbsp; Like Professor T and his fathers had said, "Know thyself", and while he thought he had a good idea of where his skills lay, he could always use another viewpoint.<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/MerwinEllusae_zpsfdc88019.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>“Your…fathers taught you well.” She must have skipped that part from his file, but she wasn’t that interested in his personal life. However, one of the styles he used on the practical test did ring a bell, just that she didn’t really know why. It wasn’t a technique she fought against before, but one she either saw or heard of. <br><br>“I am.” She simply replied at his question if she was watching the fight. He must have recognized one of the students and of course the setting. <br><br>“But not ours.” Armina pushed on fast forward until their match was shown. In the video she was wearing tights, high boots and a short, but very puffy jacket. Just enough to keep her warm even when she didn’t fight and to also allow some freedom of movement. <br><br>She was asking him to attack first while she stood her ground. There was a sudden close-up of her ass when the camera switched angle. She’ll have to beat up the guy in charge of the cameras apparently.<br><br>“Watch closely and tell me how do you see your charge."<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway to Armina's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br><br>Willum nodded at the compliment directed at his fathers, "I'd like to think so.&nbsp; They certainly did their best with what they had."<br>Willum's ambition to become one of the best hunters in the academy was partly driven by a desire to push his limits, and see just how far he could grow in the years spent at the Academy.&nbsp; The other part was a sort of filial piety and the duty he felt as their disciple, to prove how good they were through their ability to teach him.&nbsp; He respected them, and he wanted others to respect them as well.<br><br>He was about to ask if she was willing to display their fight, but already she was fast forwarding, and he waited patiently in silence until he recognized the beginning of their fight.&nbsp; He remembered being asked to attack first, and he found himself smiling at his startled reaction.&nbsp; Rarely did Willum start the attack, preferring to play defensively first.&nbsp; Did he really look like that when he was surprised.&nbsp; Just a blank face and a blink?&nbsp; Willum found himself covering his mouth and trying not to laugh when a different camera angle focused on the professor's ass, turning into a quiet snort and a very innocent poker face.<br><br>Hearing Armina's question, Willum nodded and focused on his approach.&nbsp; He remembered trying to move cautiously, distributing his weight as evenly as possible in order to not give a hint as to when he was going to strike.&nbsp; What he had learned from Wing Chun was to never make moves that would fully commit him into the attack, and he watched himself try to put those lessons in place.&nbsp; Good... good... good... wait...<br>"Pause that.&nbsp; Go back three seconds please?" Willum asked.&nbsp; Watching the section again, Willum frowned.&nbsp; It was subtle, and maybe he hadn't realized it at the time, but he knew what his thoughts were at the time and it was easy to see it now.<br>"I gave it away," Willum said, lifting his hand to point at various spots on the video.&nbsp; "There, there and there.&nbsp; It's subtle to anyone who doesn't know where to look, but I remember thinking that I was going to make my attack soon.&nbsp; And you can see how I'm getting ready to put my feet where I want them to be for a low snap kick.&nbsp; I've gotten ready to shift my body's balance.&nbsp; I gave it away I'd say two steps ahead."<br><br>It was always one thing to have his fathers point out the mistakes he made, and then repeating the steps until his fathers were satisfied.&nbsp; Seeing it now on the screen gave a clearer understanding of what he had done and what he needed to do to correct it.&nbsp; If only they had a camera set-up like they did at the Academy: he would have progressed much further than he had now.<br>"Technology is a wonderful thing," he stated.&nbsp; "What was your assessment Professor?"<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/MerwinEllusae_zpsfdc88019.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>“Good” she’d say and nod, visibly satisfied with his answer. “Not only that, but look at your right hand. It moves instinctively ahead of your foot, even if just slightly, and I can tell which leg will move first as you come closer. My assessment is that whoever taught you did a good job, I haven’t seen this kind of self-control in other students before you. I can only assume that having to learn various styles got discipline into your blood. Your body inherently responds to stimulus, but having to attack first puts you into a tight position: you’re forced to think your moves. This is what we’ll be working on this school year.”<br>She closed the video and turned to face him. <br>“All in due time. What is it that you came for?” <br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway to Armina's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br><br>"Actually, it's related to discipline," Willum responded cheerily.&nbsp; He wasn't sure how often Armina complimented anyone, but her statements certainly had the inclination of being one.&nbsp; It was nice knowing he stood out a little in a positive manner.<br>"Namely that discipline isn't something a person is born with, but something that needs to be learned and then maintained.&nbsp; And right now, it's the maintenance that I'm concerned with.&nbsp; I have nothing extraordinary in the way of physical prowess, and I wasn't born with any innate talent in martial arts.&nbsp; I'm where I am because I started young, and I've been practicing every day since I started.&nbsp; Not including the time spent working through my forms and so on, I used to spend anywhere between an hour to two hours sparring with my fathers for the last five years."<br><br>"One combat class a day isn't going to match what I did at home," Willum stated bluntly.&nbsp; "More importantly, I can't safely practice all of my techniques when sparring against other students.&nbsp; With them, I can practice on learning how to restrain myself without having to think about it.&nbsp; But given my knowledge of Muay Thai, Tai Chi, Wing Chun, Judo and Systema, I need someone I can practice my eye gouges, my arm and leg breaks, all of the crippling and kill moves I know without, you know, running the risk of actually crippling or killing someone."<br><br>"And so I was hoping I'd be able to take supplementary lessons from you after classes are done.&nbsp; Given our skill difference, I think I could go all out like I did at home without risking my sparring partner's life in the process.&nbsp; Plus, I'd welcome any guidance you'd have to offer, and video recordings of our matches would help be get a third person view of myself."<br>He hoped that she would agree.&nbsp; Just that one duel with her told him a lot about her, and he knew that she was of a comparable skill level to his fathers.<br>"And I wouldn't worry about roughing me up too much," Willum grinned.&nbsp; "My fathers went easy on me just enough that I could learn something each time, but no more than that.&nbsp; I'm used to get knocked around.&nbsp; Short of anything that takes longer than a day or two to recover from, I'm good."<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/MerwinEllusae_zpsfdc88019.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>She listened to Willum explaining in full detail why he needed extra combat hours without averting her gaze. The young man before her was honest with both himself and her when it came to his own ability and knowledge in martial arts, something she had to give Willum credit for. Armina also had to congratulate herself for recognizing during their brief duel some of the fighting styles he mentioned just then. “Systema” in particular piqued her interest. She remembered Enya talking about the relatively unknown martial art while she was still in the army. Perhaps now was the perfect chance to delve deeper into it. <br><br>“Oh, I don’t worry about that.” She said with a grin when he mentioned roughing him up.&nbsp; She stood on her feet then walked to one of the cabinets, opening its doors only to turn back with a business card.<br><br>“These are my contact details. Scroll-mail me tomorrow after dinner if you’re free and we might give it a try. I don’t usually make plans for the evening, but your team mates might want to spend time with you on the first days. Getting to know them is just as important as training. After that perhaps we’ll start your training each morning just before breakfast. It’s the best time of the day for that, after all. ” <br><br>She handed him the card.<br><br>"I believe you have a curfew."<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway to Armina's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br><br>Willum didn't bother to hide his joy when Armina handed over her contact information.&nbsp; He grinned from ear to ear and fist pumped before taking the business card with both hands, bowing in respect.<br>"Thank you Professor, you won't regret this.&nbsp; I'll try to make some time for both you and my team tomorrow, and mornings will be just fine.&nbsp; I'm used to waking up early to get some morning training in."<br>Taking the hint, Willum bowed one more time before leaving her office.&nbsp; He wasn't quite skipping out of the room, but compared to the cool and in control way he fought, Willum certainly seemed to vibrate happiness as he left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 07:24:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/327/b/3/bardroy___coluored_1_by_nightgazer101-d6veu7h.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vasili Ilari<br><strong>Team:</strong> SHO<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avalanche Academy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>After leaving Armina's Combat Class Vasili did not head back to "his" room.<br>Instead, he climbed the second highest Tower in the School and took a nap near the highest point of said tower.<br>His internal clock woke him up at Sunset.<br>He got down to the Kitchen and ate a quick meal, before stealing all the jerky he could carry and running back to "his" room.<br>From there, he took his pack out of the locker, shoved all the jerky within, then scurried back up to his napping place.<br>Once back there he distributed all the jerky amongst his person, hiding them in different places.<br>When he felt he was ready he descended the Tower with everything on him and ventured out of the school.<br><br>He spent whatever daylight he had left walking out, then walking back towards the school in random patterns.<br>When there was absolutely no daylight left, Vasili retreated back up the South Tower, "his" Tower.<br>The Mercenary spent the next hour tying rope to each of the Towers, making them easier to get to without having to go back down, then climb back up.<br><br>When everything was done with, Vasili Ilari replaced the smaller 8x scope from his Rifle with a fatter and longer Ballistic 40x Scope. Not to mention the Night Vision/Infrared Sensor attachment.<br>He flipped down the Bipod and nestled in to his post.<br>As good as his eyes were, as any Faunus knows, they did absolute shit during a Snow Storm, though right now it was a clear cloudless weather.<br><br>For the rest of the night he'd be spending some time with each of the Towers as he remained on Post.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 15:51:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raisho Hajimoto<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avalanche Academy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vasili<br><br>After class, Vainamoinen made an announcement during lunch. Several students, Erik included would no longer be attending. He found it slightly sad and ironic that they'd worked so hard to become accepted, only to leave rather it be from outside forces or their own volition. But that was life. He couldn't change it, and he wouldn't try to. He'd only wish them the best and hope that nothing happened that good training here at the Academy could have helped prevent. After that, he invited them to accept a mission, which he'd been waiting for truth be told. <br><br>After perusing the board, it couldn't have even been called a decision when he chose Mission B from the board after the Headmaster's announcements. He'd get to go home, possibly see his sister and mother after delivering the beacon and supplies to his father. But more importantly, the success of this mission meant the Hunters and Huntresses could do their job more efficiently and with less danger on their part. It also meant less danger for Schwarz. Schwarz was his home now; his family and extended family in the friends he'd made over the years were his top concern.<br><br>&nbsp;Even as simple as this mission was, he knew that it would help in some small way, so he'd absolutely go with it. With his name signed, he found ways to occupy himself for the rest of the day. When night fell, he was still excited, so he decided to go meditate a bit. Calm down so he could rest. If he didn't he'd be up all night. And since meditation required peace, quiet, and a place where he could be alone, he decided one of the tower spires would be a good location.<br><br>&nbsp;He chose at random and headed for the South Tower. He scaled the outside quickly and silently, vanishing and reappearing at several points on the way up before stopping at the top without a sound...he was shinobi after all, and a skilled ninja moved without making a sound. He'd expected to be alone, but Vasili had apparently had the same idea.&nbsp; However instead of tranquility, it seemed the merc only wanted a good vantage point. Sitting down, he crossed his legs and spoke. <strong>"I've only known of you for today, but from what I've seen and heard...it's strange to see you of all people taking something serious. But as I said, I'm just learning about you."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 16:42:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/986826-bigthumbnail_zpsbc53c8f6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwen Albion<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Team Ghast Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby<br><hr><br>After the announcements at lunch Gwen had returned to their rooms.&nbsp; She wasn't happy that she'd been appointed leader.&nbsp; She'd been rather content to let someone else have that stress and responsibility.&nbsp; On the other hand, that meant Erik was leaving and while she had decided that she would work with him, she was admittedly happy to see him go.&nbsp; In her opinion, he didn't belong there.&nbsp; He was far too old and his priorities were obviously to the militia, not to them.&nbsp; That wasn't something she could accept in a team leader or even a teammate.&nbsp; They were supposed to be a unit.&nbsp; They were supposed to be training to be Huntsmen and Huntresses.&nbsp; That meant putting your personal feelings and desires aside and doing what was best for the woman or man fighting beside you.<br><br>She had looked at the two missions before leaving the cafeteria, but hadn't put herself down for either, yet.&nbsp; She wanted to discuss the options with the remnants of her team.&nbsp; Knowing that Rai had connections to Schwarz and that he even called it home, in Gwen's opinion, there wasn't much of a decision to make.&nbsp; Sure, she would have personally liked to have been under Professor Armina's command but there was also more danger associated with that mission, and if she was now leader she needed to weigh the dangers to her team and consider their safety before committing to anything.&nbsp; She also knew that on Eis, the delivery of supplies was likely a life-saving mission, regardless of the benefits of the beacon.&nbsp; Regular delivery of supplies to a place that could easily be cutoff by snowstorms, especially during this time of year, could be the different between hours of survival and days.&nbsp; The other mission had Professor West.&nbsp; He had a bunch of doctorates and was the best person for the job.&nbsp; It was unlikely they would learn anything in the field and would likely have to transport the newly discovered Dust back to the Academy.&nbsp; She didn't want to be anywhere near unstable Dust regardless of the possibilities.<br><br>Gwen went to her locker and removes Ascalon.&nbsp; She began cleaning her weapon and making sure it was in top condition for the mission.&nbsp; She also began analyzing the team's strength.&nbsp; With Erik's departure they lost a bit of their combat ability.&nbsp; They would have to rely on speed and possibly an "I got your back" mentality.&nbsp; Given the team's inexperience of working together, she wasn't sure they could pull that type of cohesiveness off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 17:27:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/6049/6049,1323953989,14/stock-photo-beautiful-young-brunette-woman-wearing-red-leather-jacket-on-black-studio-background-90848306.jpg)</div>Name: Ruby Geniva<br>Team Ghast<br>Location: Ghast Dorm Room<br>Tags: Raisho, Gwen<br><br>After the announcements, Ruby headed for the board and gave a smile as she saw the first option for missions. A new form of Dust being located? This could be the breakthrough of the century and she knew that it had the potential to fly so high, it could help in defeating the Grimm permanently. How could she possibly refuse such an offer? But as she did, she saw the second mission: Shwartz. It was her understanding some of the survivors from Dirge relocated there to start over. Of course she had no clue anyone from her team lived there once before, but it did weigh on her decision heavily. She thought with heavy furrowed brow as she knew where her Leader wished to go most likely. She would go with Rai to Schwartz and organize the supplies. It was hard to make the choice but Ruby gently nodded to herself. She wanted to do Mission A: The Dust had much large scopes in mind.<br><br>When they arrived to the Dorms, Ruby went under her bed and pulled out three large suitcases and popped the locks on them all to reveal her entire stock of Dust, each carefully placed within foam containers to make sure they did not break "Gwen Rai...I want to go with Professor West on the Dust Mission. But I want to explain myself first and then we can discuss it. Dust has been an integral part of my life. It is how I function, how I can best fight. Sure I have my gauntlets and my martial arts but what good would that do against something like a fully grown Ursa? I need Dust to fight and survive for the Team. A new Dust type is simply something I cannot refuse to learn and to understand about[/color=red]" She said while preparing her rationing of her stocks into her clip belts. She turned to sit on her bed with the case of Fire Dust in her lap<br><br>"Think about the unlimited potential of this new Dust. What if its something that can combine the other Dusts like in Professor West's experiments? Or maybe it is a Dust with rapid regenerating principles? The possibilities are limitless with this Dust and I want a piece of this. A new Dust is simply something I cannot ignore. For this, I will not be going with you two. Besides this is something I dont have much knowledge about. Dirge is your past and Schwartz is something you should really focus on together. I would get in the way. But since this is a Team choice, please give me insight. I dont want to make this choice without hearing from my Teammates." She said, filling in the last slot in her clips. She had given herself three clips of Fire Dust and was now working on Ice Dust clips with the metal case of Ice Dust sitting in her lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 17:44:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/986826-bigthumbnail_zpsbc53c8f6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwen Albion<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Team Ghast Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby<br><hr><br>Gwen looked up from what she was doing when Ruby entered the room.&nbsp; She was still waiting for Rai to show up, but when Ruby began speaking about her wants and what was important to her, Gwen started grinding her teeth.&nbsp; She set her weapon aside.&nbsp; It wasn't good to argue with a weapon in your hands and she felt the quick approach of an argument.<br><br>She inhaled and exhaled a few times before speaking in a calm and level tone, at least that's what she tried to do.&nbsp; <strong>"Look, we're already a man down because Erik went and did what he wanted to do.&nbsp; I know that he didn't set a very good example, but if you go do what you want to do then, we're two men down.&nbsp; Granted we've got Professor Enya and a local hunter, that we'll be helping, and anyone else who signs up, if anyone else signs up. The Dust mission is obviously more glamorous, but what do you really think you'll learn out in the field?&nbsp; Professor West might be able to create a field lab out there, but where?&nbsp; You'll be exposed to the elements, the Grim, and the Mist.&nbsp; The most logical and smartest thing for them to do is to collect some samples, do preliminary tests, and then bring it all back here, to Eis and the Academy to do the real research.&nbsp; Maybe if you go with Professor West you'll be allowed to help him when he brings it back here, but there's really nothing to suggest you won't be able to help with the research if you go with us to Schwarz."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Another breath and a check to keep her voice level, <strong>"you're absolutely right, you have no idea what Eis is like.&nbsp; Bringing supplies to those people could be the difference between them surviving or not.&nbsp; I don't know if things are different in Vale, but I've always thought Huntresses help people.&nbsp; They don't go looking for their own fame and fortune.&nbsp; If you really knew anything about combat, you'd know it isn't Dust that keeps you alive.&nbsp; It's the people who fight beside you.&nbsp; It's up to you if you want to turn your back on us or not."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 18:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raisho Hajimoto<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby, Gwen<br><br>After the announcements, Rai headed off on his own for a bit to be alone with his thoughts; one of them being Erik's departure and team Ghast being down to only three members. It would be strange living with two beautiful women who he wasn't related to, but they were here to train, grow, and learn. He was mature enough to focus on what was most important. Hormones could take a backseat. He needed to ask them about running through some team exercises later. All the skill in the world didn't matter if they couldn't work together.<br><br>&nbsp;He and Gwen at least had playtime from their youth, but Ruby was a mystery to him when it came to combat. They'd need to be able to work off of each other to survive. He hadn't checked the board after he signed his name down, but he would later. For a while he wandered around, lost in thought. Finally though he decided he needed to find the girls and discuss the missions with them. Making sure he was alone, he vanished and reappeared outside of the dorm room.<br><br>&nbsp;He opened the door and walked in, just in time to catch the conversation between the girls. He sat cross legged on the floor as Ruby explained her passion for Dust and how it was also necessary for her to be effective in combat. He could understand how she thought that. Her fighting style did revolve around it and she depended on Dust, but training could make her a force to be reckoned with without it. He and several others were proof of that. He didn't jump in to point that out though. He just sat and let her talk, his eyes closed as he listened. He understood her passion, he just hoped her enthusiasm wasn't misplaced. <br><br>There was just as good a chance that mist altered Dust could be corrupted, or be lethal or any number of foul things. But he could see how much this meant to her. She even asked for his and Gwen's opinion on what she should do. More respect to her for asking what they thought even if she was already set on a choice they might not pick. He only breathed calmly as she finished her piece and Gwen spoke. She held just as much passion as Ruby, although it was directed elsewhere.<br><br>&nbsp;To helping the people of Schwarz, and to helping him as well. She knew his family was there, and he was eternally grateful that she was so ready to help him. She was very blunt in what she said to Ruby, but blunt didn't mean wrong necessarily. What it did mean though was that things may need to be smoothed over, and since he was literally the odd man out, being the only man in a group of three...he figured he could help maybe. When Gwen finished, he opened his eyes and looked at both of them.<br><br><strong>"Congratulations on your promotion, Gwen,"</strong> he said first and foremost. <strong>"I can see it's not an ideal thing for you, and leadership is a heavy burden. But have faith in yourself, and we'll have faith in you as well."</strong> The middle of his mask creased as a smirk drifted to the side of his mouth. Standing up, he brushed a bit of dust off of his pants. He turned to the brunette first.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Ruby...I respect your dedication to something you're so passionate about. I think you're selling yourself short when you say you're nothing without Dust, but I understand what you mean. You are a grown woman; we're all adults here. So I won't make a decision for you, but I will tell you to be careful if you decide to go with Professor West to see the Dust. The mist is a mysterious and evil thing. There's no telling how it affected the dust. It could have corrupted it and made it into something foul just as easily as something miraculous."</strong> <br><br>He paused to let it sink in. Unlike his friend Gwen, he was very good at keeping his emotions in check. He had to be. <strong>"Gwen's words were sharp, but they weren't wrong. With Erik gone our effectiveness has already been statistically reduced by 25%. She is also right that on the off chance the Professor can set up a field lab, you'll be working with limited supplies in a far from perfect environment, surrounded by hazards the entire time. <br><br>But most importantly, she's right in that Hunters and Huntressess help people. Perhaps the Dust can help after extensive study and if it can continue to be mined or perhaps synthesized. But the supplies will help the Shcwarz people a great deal now. The beacon will help the guardians of Schwarz keep the people safe. Even if my family didn't live there, I think this mission is more urgent and necessary.</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He looked at both of them, then went and sat in a chair. <strong>"Ruby, I won't begrudge you your choice, just like I know you won't begrudge Gwen and I our choice. But we can't grow or learn as a team, if we aren't together as one. There's not much more I can say aside from pointing out that as a team, we will have ups, downs, good and bad days. But we've been assigned together. Unity is key if we're to survive this experience."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 19:14:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/6049/6049,1323953989,14/stock-photo-beautiful-young-brunette-woman-wearing-red-leather-jacket-on-black-studio-background-90848306.jpg)</div><br>Name: Ruby Geniva<br>Team: Ghast<br>Location: Ghast Dorm<br>Tags: Gwen, Raisho<br><br>"Fame and fortune did not even enter into my equation when I rolled the dice on this mission. Fame means nothing to me nor does money, since I didnt exactly have much to my name after I joined the Gae Ceann. The Vale is the same when it comes to Hunters and Huntresses, but some help in different ways. Some fight crime, others fight Grimm and some build Weapons to fight Grimm. I tinker, I build and I help by letting my creations fight the Grimm. Dust allows me to utilize each weapons strength and weaknesses. I want to go on the Dust mission simply because I can better serve my team and my fellow people better when I have access to the Dust. What good am I if both my Gauntlets are useless and out of ammunition?" She asked with level face, trying not to sound a little annoyed. Thinking she was in it for fame or money, how dare she! Ruby didnt care for money or power, she wanted to help others. Things in Eis were worse she knew and agreed especially since survival was given by the lifeblood of supplies. They would be subjected to the Grimm and the Elements of this frozen hole in the ground. <br><br>She took a deep breath as she continued "On the subject of the Grimm, I think we can both agree they will come after both parties. However, it is my firm belief that if they do come, they will come harder on the caravan for the Dust. There is no land travel, only a ferry meaning more people will be needed to guard the boats. Even if I do not get to help Professor West with his research, Ill still be useful. Granted I could also be useful with the supplies, that still doesnt mean the Dust would mean their survival as well. Think about this, with the new Dust, the Hunters and Huntresses in Eis have a new weapon against the Grimm. A stronger offense is a better defense and while supplies are useful, so is something that can possibly obliterate the Grimm. Gwen you know I wouldnt ever turn my back to you or Rai, I am loyal as a bulldog but this is something I cannot move on. The possibility for advancement of technology and defense is too great. More then likely Professor West would set up a lab there. I mean, we dont even know how to handle this new Dust. It could be extremely volatile or dense, its weight could take three cranes to lift"<br><br>Ruby would breath for a moment or two as she tried to catch her breath. Man she was really a chatterbox today as she slid the last Dust shell home into her clips and then began to work on the Lightning rounds. Each round sparked a little as she laid her fingers on the crystals and loaded them into the special circle like belts.<br><br>As Rai entered and spoke, Ruby took in every single word he spoke and while Ruby did not like it, he made perfect sense. The immediate aid to the people of Schwartz would be useful in the short term, it would offset the long term: Where Ruby had her head firmly planted. Maybe there was a chance Professor West would set up a Lab out there, or maybe there wasnt and they lost the mines to the Grimm. All in all though, she knew one of them was going to happen. Ruby let out a long and dramatic sigh while rubbing her temples "Just...give me a few okay? Im gonna go for a walk" She said, locking up her Dust and slid it back under her bed and placed the Dust belts into their cases as well before heading out the door of the Dorm Rooms. <br><br>It was hard, very very hard to make this choice. Teammates over Scientific advancement. Perhaps there was another who might help her figure out a choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 19:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/986826-bigthumbnail_zpsbc53c8f6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwen Albion<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Team Ghast Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rai<br><hr><br>Gwen sighed as she watched Ruby leave the room and then gave Rai a shrug.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks.&nbsp; I could have probably handled that better."</strong><br><br>She had tried to speak calmly but her words had been biting.&nbsp; She was passionate about teamwork, loyalty, and commitment.&nbsp; She'd been ready to put aside her dislike of Erik in order for the team to function properly.&nbsp; She wasn't perfect and she likely wouldn't make the best leader, despite what Rai had said.&nbsp; Maybe she should approach the headmaster and tell him that he had made a mistake.<br><br>With Ruby out of the room, Gwen returned her attention to Ascalon.&nbsp; She was still rather disappointed in her teammate.&nbsp; In Gwen's opinion, the girl was only thinking of herself.&nbsp; Hew own wants and desires.&nbsp; Maybe going to discover a new Dust wasn't exactly fame and fortune, but it was selfish.&nbsp; To assume that the Dust would be an ultimate weapon or anything else was a long shot.&nbsp; Even if that was what eventually came from the discovery, when would that happen?&nbsp; A year?&nbsp; Two?&nbsp; Four?&nbsp; Would any of them even live that long to see what came of it?<br><br><strong>"So much for Team Ghast,"</strong> she said to Rai.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 19:47:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raisho Hajimoto<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby, Gwen<br><br>Ruby was again showing that passion he'd noticed earlier. She wanted this so badly, he could almost feel the longing inside her to leave that instant and go to the mines. Her eyes and body language spoke so much more than simple words could, even ones conveyed as she had. Also her indecision was eating at her. She asked for some space and time to think it over. He looked over at Gwen and decided it would be better if he answered. "Of course. Take all the time you need...this can't be an easy decision for you. But thank you for the consideration in helping us."<br><br>&nbsp;He nodded his head to her and watched her leave, then removed the gauntlets and greaves the comprised the body augmenting weapon he named "Shadow Strike" with a practiced efficiency. He turned back to Gwen and a faint chuckle emanated from him when she thanked him for handling the situation better than she had. "True, you could have employed a bit more...<em>tact</em>. But acknowledging the fact that you could have done better is a step in the right direction already." <br><br>He began to look over his gear just as Gwen was with hers, letting her have the time she needed to gather herself. When she spoke again, he shrugged his shoulders, and went over to sit next to her. "Erik is gone, but we are still three strong. You and I are still representatives of what made Dirge strong. It lives on in us, and our name. Ruby's new. Enthusiastic. She's many things. But a team wrecker isn't one of them. If she does decide to go for the Dust, one mission won't end what we'll build with time." He was quiet for a bit as he examined the generators in his gauntlets. Activating one of them, a slight hum filled the room until he turned it off. "Where's that bright eyed, happy girl I knew back in Dirge? The one who always wanted to play and train with me?" As he asked, he playfully nudged her shoulder. This wasn't a side many got to see, but he and Gwen had history, so she got a sneak peek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 21:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/986826-bigthumbnail_zpsbc53c8f6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwen Albion<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Team Ghast Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rai<br><hr><br>Gwen laughed lightly, <strong>"tact?&nbsp; That's a good word choice.&nbsp; It wouldn't have changed anything.&nbsp; We could have talked the light away, frozen stiff, and thawed and we still wouldn't agree,"</strong> she shrugged.<br><br>She broke Ascalon apart and began cleaning the inner mechanisms.&nbsp; By the time Raisho had come over to her side of the room and sat down, Gwen had her weapon separated into nearly a dozen different pieces.&nbsp; She was focusing on her work, but the brief argument was still bothering her.<br><br>When he playfully nudged her shoulder she replied, <strong>"she died about thirty minutes ago when some old fool decided to name her a team leader,"</strong> she smirked ruefully.<br><br>The orange-haired girl stepped away from her bed, and her work, and looked Rai in the face.<br><br><strong>"Maybe one mission doesn't mean all that much.&nbsp; I don't know,"</strong> she said with a small toss of her hands followed by a shrug.&nbsp; <strong>"What I do know was this morning we were four, tonight we are three, and tomorrow we will be two.&nbsp; People come and people go.&nbsp; People die.&nbsp; That's how life is, especially here.&nbsp; If people don't make an effort to stick together than being in a team, being a part of something, doesn't matter.&nbsp; There's no guarantee that any of us return from these missions.&nbsp; Personally, I can't call someone who puts their own personal desires above the lives of her team or the lives of the people in Schwarz a comrade, much less a teammate.</strong><br><br>Gwen blinked whatever emotions she was feeling away and returned to her work for a moment.<br><br>She spoke softly, though loud enough for Rai to hear, <strong>"When she was talking earlier, all I heard was what she wanted.&nbsp; I heard her use "I" and "me" a lot.&nbsp; As team leader, that's a mentality that <em>I</em> cannot support."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 23:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raisho Hajimoto<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen<br><br>"So good that you'll remember to try and use it in the future," he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. His eyes traveled down for a moment because he knew how true Gwen's words were. "You're right. The only change I can think of is that she'd maybe think a bit more about going with us, but she was too determined to see that Dust to be persuaded fully regardless of what we said." She got a bit more of a laugh out of him this time when she told him where the playful girl he missed had gone. <br><br>"What a shame. And she was <em>just</em> starting to help me out of the shell I seem to have surrounded myself with. I do hope she stops being dead soon and takes advantage of the opportunity the old fool gave her." She finally looked at him and away from Ascalon; his words were having some effect at least. <br><br>"While it's true that every single mission is important. Our very first mission on our third day of school will not define us.&nbsp; And yes, Erik is gone. Ruby is more than likely going to travel with Professor West to study the new Dust. We can't focus on those things. With Erik gone it simply means the three of us fight harder. With Ruby going to the mines, you and I will fight harder than that. We'll show them the type of people Dirge has produced." <br><br>He sighed, because this was getting to Gwen clearly. He understood where she was coming from, but if she allowed it to throw her off, it would translate to how she performed in Schwarz. "If you can't call her a teammate yet, then focus on me for now until she decides. Until she sees that we need to work together. I want this to work, Gwen. I want Team Ghast to mean something. And if you can't support her, help me change her mind to see that we are a team, not just individuals working together...even though that's exactly what a team is." He paused and cocked his head to the side. "That took the wind from my sails...I'm not great at inspiration it seems."[/color]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 09:18:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/327/b/3/bardroy___coluored_1_by_nightgazer101-d6veu7h.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vasili Ilari<br><strong>Team:</strong> SHO<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avalanche Academy - Southern Tower<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raisho<br><hr><br>Vasili had been scoping out a single figure in the distance, slowly attaching a Sound Suppressor to the end of his Rifle barrel.<br>It was so far away that even he, a Tiger Faunus with a 40x Scope could barely see it.<br>It was too far for both Infrared and Night Vision, not to mention a storm was passing by in the area this single figure was milling around in.<br>The Tiger Faunus controlled his breathing as his eyes took in every bit of information possible.<br>Wind Speed, range, wind direction, height of figure, speed of figure, etc.<br>The figure, whatever it was, seemed to be lost.<br>The Mercenary figured it was a lost traveler, but waited to see more until...<br><br>The storm let up slightly, the figure moved towards Vasili's general direction, its red eyes ablaze with blood lust.<br>A Beowolf.<br><br>Vasili Ilari did not hear the Ninja join him in the tower, nor did he seemed surprised to hear his voice suddenly speaking to him.<br>The Marksman fired right as Raisho finished speaking, as if to exaggerate the period at the end.<br>Because of the Suppressor, the normally large report from the high-caliber rifle was shrunken down to a single large raindrop hitting pavement.<br>One could not see with the naked eye, but Vasili watched as his single round disintegrated the lone Beowolf's left shoulder and arm.<br>The force of the bullet caused the creature to buck backwards and to the side so violently, its neck broke, and its head twisted in a 180º angle.<br><br>Satisfied with the kill, the Sniper looked up from his scope, and sat up, leaning against one of the many pillars holding up the roof over their heads.<br>He pulled out his cigarettes and immediately lit one up, taking a long drag from it, before exhaling whatever smoke his lungs didn't take in.<br>"It doesn't matter what you do outside. What matters most is how well you can actually do your job." The Mercenary said simply as he stared at Raisho in the eyes. Then he gave a shrug and looked away towards the area he was just scoping out. "I do what I do because of how my past was. But I can only do so because I'm damn good at my job. Whether it be assassination, sabotage, escort, saving a village, leading a Squad. Currently, I was recruited by a gentleman from Eis to do a certain job. That certain job includes taking care of those around me. Therefore, all this, is doing my job. And I'm always serious about the job."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 20:46:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">MORNING BEFORE THE MISSION</div><br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong>Hallway to Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br>Willum yawned as he wandered the hallways in the early morning.&nbsp; It was still an hour or so before breakfast time, and he had already been up for awhile now.&nbsp; As he had told Armina, he was used to early mornings, and had already spent some time warming up for the day by going through his forms.&nbsp; Of course, seeing as the rest of the team had still been sleeping at the time, he had done so as quietly as he could in the bathroom, behind closed doors so that they wouldn't be disturbed.&nbsp; Still a little sleepy, since he wasn't entirely accustomed to the academy yet, but not sleepy enough to go back to bed, he had put on the school uniform and took to wandering down the halls again, absorbing the atmosphere in the early morning.&nbsp; His breath misted in certain places, as if the building itself was still asleep and had yet to warm up to the rest of the day.<br><br>Making the rounds, exchanging greetings to some of the early morning staff who were surprised a student would be up and about this early, Willum found himself standing outside of the combat classroom.&nbsp; Willum smiled lightly to himself.&nbsp; While he hadn't intended to walk here directly, he wasn't surprised that his feet had naturally taken him here.&nbsp; Already he was anticipating the early morning lessons with Armina.&nbsp; That would certainly be quite the early morning wake up, and the idea that he would be pitting himself against the academy's best on a daily basis put a certain spring to his step and stirred his blood.&nbsp; Definitely something to look forward to.<br><br>As he was about to walk away, a certain thought sprung into his head.&nbsp; No, she wouldn't be in there herself, she had specified that they'd see how things would go tonight.&nbsp; But wouldn't she?&nbsp; Curiosity seized Willum and he found himself knocking lightly on the door before opening the door.<br>"Hello?" Willum asked quietly, poking his head into the room.<br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br><br>For a good couple of minutes there wasn't any answer coming from behind the door. He got to take a peek inside and found Armina sleeping with her head on the desk. She was holding her arms under her cheek as a pillow and her pitch black hair was a mess. There were red marks on her cheeks and forehead probably from the desk. The monitor on which they watched their fight the evening before was on standby, a small blue light flickering on its side.<br>&nbsp;<br>Armina was completely knocked off. After her classes and the duel with Karn she shouldn't have wasted another night on 'research'.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was perhaps the only time her features looked completely relaxed, devoid of the usual tension and battle-ready expression. Even if it wasn't the case, Armina always gave the vibe of someone constantly picking fights. She was then breathing slow and soundlessly. <br>&nbsp;<br>Sooner than expected, the combat teacher opened her eyes, hardly being able to raise her eyelids. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Ugh, Willum...is it after dinner already? For how long have I slept?” <br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br>Seeing Armina with her head down on the desk halted any greetings he was about to offer.&nbsp; Instead, he had slipped inside the office and closed the door behind him quietly, before leaning against it and standing guard with his arms crossed.&nbsp; It was a surprise to catch her like this: of all the things he expected when knocking on her door, her being asleep at her desk was not one of them.&nbsp; But as he thought about it, maybe he should have expected something like this.&nbsp; He had already witnessed her dedication to her job last night, given the type of person she seemed to be, it wasn't a surprise she probably over did it.<br><br>Sneaking a peek at her, he smiled a little before focusing elsewhere.&nbsp; Willum wondered just how many people aside from him and her sister had seen her with such a relaxed expression.&nbsp; Peaceful, without the tension that permeated fighters who were constantly ready for a fight.&nbsp; Even when it didn't seem like there were any threats around, Armina looked like she was just about to leap into combat.&nbsp; His fathers varied in that particular regard as well, each one being able to relax and hide their alertness to some degree.<br><br>When she stirred, Willum straightened up as he headed over to the monitor.<br>”Yesterday, I believe dinner started yesterday and will be starting in about twelve more hours,” Willum answered her as he turned the monitor off.&nbsp; ”As for how long you've been asleep, probably not enough if you fell asleep at your desk.&nbsp; I stopped by after dinner, and you were still working when I left.”<br><br>”I thought I'd drop by, see if you were awake since I woke up early myself, maybe see if you were up for sparring now instead of later,”&nbsp; Willum shrugged, flashing her a small smile.&nbsp; ”But since you were asleep, I figured you'd want to be undisturbed and not have anyone catch you.&nbsp; Still got an hour before breakfast, maybe you should spend some of that time in a real bed?”<br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Her own office</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>“Sparring. Breakfast.” She looked at the clock pinned to the wall and slowly got up. “I don’t have time for bed.” Armina seemed more like her usual self now that she was standing. Raising both arms as high as they allowed, she started stretching and slightly twisting her neck from side to side, then her wrists and waist a couple of times. <br>“Right. Willum Wildfang.” She repeated his name as if making sure it was the right one. It must have seemed odd to him because just a few minutes before Armina had no trouble remembering it when she was semiconscious. <br>“Sparring sounds good. Then breakfast. A change of clothes first and a shower.” He didn’t know if she was talking to herself or to him, but it was certainly a plan which involved both of them. <br>“Meet me in front of the training grounds in 15 minutes. No need to take your weapon, today we’ll start with hand to hand. I want to see what else you know and how much you know it.”&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Armina's Office to Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br><br>And just like that, the peaceful and at rest Armina was replaced by the Armina that everyone saw on a daily basis.&nbsp; It was interesting to see the contrast between the two, and Willum had an appreciation for both sides of her character.&nbsp; Certainly he felt privileged to be able to get to see more than one side.<br>"Yes, Willum Wildfang," he agreed, slightly puzzled by her need to repeat his name given that she seemed to already know who he was.&nbsp; He hadn't announced himself when he had walked in, and his 'hello' had been quiet.&nbsp; Shrugging, he put it down to instincts and the need to jump start an otherwise sleepy mind for now, he could dwell on it later since she seemed intent on not taking his advice.&nbsp; He wanted to object, and insist on her getting a bit more rest in a more comfortable surrounding, but instinct and a moment's worth of thought told him that there was no way she would listen to him.&nbsp; He was okay with losing, as long as something was learned, but it would be a pointless battle.<br><br>"Okay Professor, I'll meet you there."<br>Heading out of the office, Willum made his way towards the training grounds, shaking his head slightly.&nbsp; Armina needed to take better care of herself.&nbsp; While the curfew was to keep the students well-rested and out of trouble, it would be fair to think that the curfew would be a good approximation for when the teachers should get ready to bed down themselves.&nbsp; Given her question about dinner, he wondered if she managed to get any for herself at all.&nbsp; He'd probably have to go pay a visit to her again tonight, sometime close to curfew and see if she was still working away.&nbsp; He had the same sort of problems with his younger fathers.<br><br>Exiting the indoors and crossing the open courtyard to get to the training ground, Willum shivered lightly against the cold.&nbsp; Like everyday in Eis, it was never warmer than brisk unless in heavy outdoor gear.&nbsp; Taking a look at the time, he still had several minutes to whittle way until Armina arrived.&nbsp; He looked around, his breath frosting as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up.&nbsp; Well, no time like the present to work on something he had tried to practice before.&nbsp; Wiping away at the ground in front of the entrance, Willum sat down, crossing his legs and arms, with his hands under his armpits.&nbsp; He closed his eyes, and began to breathe very slowly, the time between each breath taking longer and longer.&nbsp; He imagined his aura, energies flowing through him, ebbing back and forth like the tides with each breath he took.&nbsp; Focusing on it, he began to imagine it being cultivated and moved about, as his breathing continued to slow.<br><br>Deep in meditation, he would look like he had stopped breathing, except for the occasional faint wisps of mist.&nbsp; As soon as anyone approached or tried to get his attention, he would immediately snap out of concentration and open his eyes.<br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: In front of Combat Class (the one on the training grounds) </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>She looked at his back when he left and then slowly made her way to the teacher’s dorm, heading for her own room to shower and change clothes. Her bedroom was exactly the same as she left it the day before. <br>Searching in the dresser, Armina pulled out a tight sweater and even tighter leggings, a pair of warm socks and matching sport briefs and bra. Laying everything on the bed, she then entered the bathroom, turned on the hot water and gave herself a nice, well-deserved and most awaited shower to wake her up for good. <br>She dressed, pulled her hair back up after thoroughly brushing it and put on her boots before dressing her winter jacket and going out the door. When she arrived in front of the combat class, Willum was already there, meditating. At least, that’s how it looked to her. <br>“Wake up, kid. We’ve got work to do.” She said and there wasn’t any trace of the “sleepy Armina” Willum got to meet earlier that morning. Her voice sounded as rough and as demanding as always. <br>She taps the four digit code and the door to the combat room opens, revealing a most surprising sight for Willum. On one side the wall’s damaged, just enough for him to see a huge hole in it. On the other, where Armina’s relaxing space used to be, there’s a large mess. Wood and stone and scrolls and potery ruined. <br><br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina<br>When he started to hear the crunch of Armina's footsteps on snow, Willum was coming out of his trance, and his eyes snapped open as soon as she spoke to him.&nbsp; Uncrossing his legs, Willum leaped onto his feet in one smooth and practiced motion.&nbsp; He began to shiver again as the cold he staved off from feeling in meditation came back again, and he brushed snow off of his clothing as he entered the training grounds.&nbsp; It was a good technique to hold off extreme forms of weather, though he'd never had the opportunity to test it when under heat conditions.&nbsp; Looking at Armina, he saw that all signs of her sleepy self was gone, she was fully 'on' now.&nbsp; Well, something he had expected.<br><br>Stamping the remaining snow off of his shoes, Willum took a look around in the training area, and for a moment, all that happened was his eyes widening in surprise.&nbsp; The place looked trashed.&nbsp; He looked in some surprise at the whole in the wall, wondering what had caused that, and the destruction on the other side showed that whatever whirlwind had started in the training area had moved on into a private space.&nbsp; Certainly he didn't remember any of this being her before.&nbsp; Willum looked at Armina uncertainly, wanting to ask the question but unsure if it would be wise.&nbsp; Presumably she wasn't very pleased with the situation, and didn't need any reminders.<br><br>Still, Willum was sometimes more daring than he should be, a side effect of being young and capable.<br>"Would you like some assistance cleaning up?" Willum asked, pointing at the hole in the wall and the room beyond it.&nbsp; "We could do it before or after sparring.&nbsp; I don't mind.&nbsp; My masters were very firm about keeping the training area tidy."<br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>“I don’t think there’s anything a broom or a vacuum can take care of from this mess.” She said walking up to the command prompt. Thankfully, at least that one was intact. At a touch of an icon, the floor tiles switched sides from the inside out and instead of the smooth surface they had under their feet, a large quarter of the floor changed into a workout mattress. <br>“Safety first” she explained, but the words sounded comical considering the state her combat class was in at the time. She started stretching, encouraging Willum to do the same before they started. <br>After five minutes or so when the only sounds heard were their breathing, Armina took a classical defensive stance. It was a closed, forward leaning stance. <br>“All right, show me what you’ve got. All of it.” <br><br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina&nbsp; <br><br>Well, he had offered.&nbsp; Willum began to do some light stretches, warming up anything that had been frozen from the cold outside, but nothing too terribly intense.&nbsp; He had already done his stretches and forms in the morning, so this was just to take care of anything stiff from the cold.&nbsp; Since Armina didn't feel like talking, he didn't interject anything as they went about their stretches, instead thinking of just what the hell he was going to do now that he was in the actual training area with Armina, about to do some intense hand-to-hand combat.&nbsp; Finally at this point, he was beginning to feel a little nervous about what was going to happen next.<br><br>Though there was nothing to do about it now but to get on with it.<br>"Okay, I won't hold back this time," Willum nodded as he assumed a standard combat stance.&nbsp; Feet shoulder width apart with one foot forward.&nbsp; Same hand extended forward while the other kept closer to his chest.&nbsp; He breathed slowly, and as he did, it was like all the locks he kept on his instincts were falling away, the mental chains he wrapped himself in were loosening.&nbsp; He felt like a lot of weight was being lifted, and as soon as he felt free, Willum flew towards Armina.<br><br>Unleashed, Willum fought completely differently than he had in the duel with her.&nbsp; Before, it had been like he was mentally coordinating all of his moves, his movements chained by the need for his mind to decide which one should follow next.&nbsp; Now, it was totally different.&nbsp; His mind was focused only on intent now, focused on landing whatever hits he could on Armina, focused on defeating Armina.&nbsp; It devised strategy, where it wanted to position Willum and his opponent.&nbsp; It was instinct and combat experience that determined what blows would come next, what defenses would be used, how to get from where they were now to where the strategic part of his mind wanted to be.&nbsp; Willum flowed naturally now, his movements and style shifting from one to the next, whatever would be most efficient at that time.<br><br>A missed punch became an immediate attempt to grab a joint or pinch a nerve.&nbsp; He went from an elbow thrust to the center of Armina's chest to swinging his forearm around to rake at her eyes.&nbsp; There was no hesitation in him: while some male students would have been restrained from attacking her chest or groin, Willum had no such compunction and launched several moves between her legs and at her breasts that would have downed men and women alike.&nbsp; He was also vicious in his defense as well.&nbsp; As he parried a punch, he would attempt to grab a hold of the wrist and break the elbow with a counter punch.&nbsp; He tried to intercept kicks with kicks of his own to her knee caps, with enough force to break them or have it dislocated.&nbsp; As he fought, Willum fluidly switched between aggressive and defensive, never extending himself too far that he'd be left open to an easy counter-attack, and never so boxed in that he missed many opportunities to launch a counter-attack.&nbsp; What blows he couldn't defend perfectly against he rolled with, in order to soften the blow, and he made the most out of every failure to strike to launch another or defend against a counter-attack.<br><br>Armina had asked him to show her everything, and so he did.<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>Realizing the difference between then and now, Armina’s eyes glistened. She finally found a student for which restraining herself wasn’t that necessary. For whatever reason, in the middle of their fight, the combat teacher remembered Gwen’s style and thought about suggesting Willum to do some extra training with her as well. Besides Karn who had “special circumstances” it seemed to her that Willum and Gwen were one of the most promising students of that year. Of course, time would tell her if that was the case or not, but for now she decided to do as she had always tried with all her students: to pull out the best from them. <br>While he switched styles from one to another in a seemingly random pattern, Armina also tried to discern what was the most used one. There must have been movements he favored and movements he wasn’t quite confident with. As asked, he did give it his all. Landing a hit on her body was a miracle in itself for most students. Willum was certainly getting the hang of it and she didn’t particulary try to move faster than usual, wanting to know how long he’d last before he tired. Counter-attacks were her specialty and she counted on each and everyone of them to take him down. Even with the most intensive training and years of experience, being able to land a successful hit against your opponent made one to lose focus even if just slightly. The promise of victory forced the brain to “take it easy” and in return the body reacted accordingly. <br>At first, Armina focused on picking up a pattern in his moves. Then she analyzed the constant switch between offense and defense, aiming each time to surprise him with one hit or another, while keeping in mind his moves. The combat teacher did exactly the opposite of Willum’s mental attitude. While he freed himself from thinking the next moves, she did more thinking than fighting, focusing on one aspect or another of his style. She liked that he didn’t restrain certain moves, nor avoided hits to her more sensitive areas of the body like the male students had a tendency to do. Grimm won’t certainly care for that and she was in a way taking the place of his enemy. Armina’s dodges were fast and graceful, acrobatic even. She didn’t hold back either and for each of his successful hits, she’d pay him back double. She had no doubt that by the time this was over, several bruises would appear on her body.<br>At one point, Armina tripped him, hooking his back leg with her left one as she slid to the floor and pulled hard. <br><br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina&nbsp; <br>Certainly Willum wasn't the fastest or strongest opponent Armina had faced.&nbsp; He could not duplicate the graceful and acrobatic evasions she performed against her own attacks, and it was clear that he wouldn't even bother trying.&nbsp; What he had though, possibly over any other student, was efficiency of motion.&nbsp; Possibly as a method to compensate for the lack of speed, possibly to also conserve his stamina, Willum never seemed to move more than necessary.&nbsp; When he managed to dodge one of her blows, it was by the barest of amounts, and when he deflected a punch away from his body, her fist gently caressed his clothes.&nbsp; It was like he just knew, deep in his core, that fine line between a hit and a miss, and had existed at that line so often he practically danced on it now.&nbsp; Once he knew he wasn't going to be hit, he didn't waste any more energy on avoiding the blow, not unless he needed to reposition himself.<br><br>Of course, that wasn't to say that he did it perfectly.&nbsp; As he managed to land a low kick on her lower leg, he stepped forward with the kick and twisted to avoid the punch to his stomach Armina responded with.&nbsp; A combination of timing and speed meant that he couldn't avoid it, and took a gut blow that would have had him bent over in agony if it solidly connected at an angle, and so let out a grunt of pain before launching another attack.<br><br>That was another thing about Willum.&nbsp; There was something about him, something about past battles or training, but it meant that Willum didn't drop his guard in the fight.&nbsp; Even after managing to land a few blows, he continued to press the attack, continued to fight as hard as he could.&nbsp; He seemed to fight as if he viewed the enemy in only one of two binary states: alive or dead.&nbsp; If the enemy was still alive, regardless of state of injury, he would continue the pace until his enemy was dead.&nbsp; It didn't matter if victory was close at hand or not, victory only mattered when it was completely and totally achieved.&nbsp; The rest was an opportunity for his opponent to make a comeback and so Willum would do his best to make sure that didn't happen.<br><br>Though none of this mattered with Armina.&nbsp; She was beginning to learn him, he could tell as he fought, as the number of hits he managed to land where getting fewer, and the blows she landed on him were getting more frequent and seemed to hurt more.&nbsp; He had a wide variety of techniques and he constantly switched between them, as his fathers had insisted he learn every technique and practice them with equal fervour and attention, so that there was no tool in his arsenal he was not familiar at executing.&nbsp; But that didn't matter, because her breadth of experience was larger than his, and several times he was caught in a one-two combo before instinct and experience could prevent it from being longer.<br><br>And then she tripped him, baiting him to take a kick at her before sweeping with hers to hook into his other and pulling.&nbsp; Falling back, he curled himself slightly and pivoted back, so that when he landed, he somersaulted backwards and landed back on his feet again, avoiding the counter blow that would have knocked him completely out of the fight.&nbsp; Even though he had softened the impact, it had taken quite a bit of his breath with him, and it was becoming evident he couldn't maintain the pace for much longer.&nbsp; Both having to so vigorously attack and defend and the toil the hits he took were taking were slowing him down, and in another furious exchange or two, he would probably go down.&nbsp; But the expression on his face showed that he refused to simply bow out, and that he wanted those exchanges, even if it meant getting battered even more in the process.<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>He got up and initially, Armina was ready to end it with a firm handshake and with the promise of a next match. Yet curiosity got the best of her. She simply had to test his limits. It wasn’t a matter of pride. With her knowledge, skill and experience, she knew better than to continue the fight for the sole puporse of showing her student that she would always win. Yet choosing to continue for the sake of knowing more about Willum’s potential proved to be just a big of a mistake. <br>So she swirled around him, grabbed Willum’s upper body and caught his head in a tight headlock, taking advantage of his previous predicament. She then forced him to the floor, almost cutting his air supply completely before letting go of his neck and straddled him. She&nbsp; prepared a vicious punch with her other hand. Seeing him in a more than vulnerable state on the floor made her change her mind however and she stopped her arm midway, without moving away from him. For a moment she thought he wasn’t breathing anymore. <br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>His fathers would have been disapproving if they had found out, but Armina's takedown had come as a complete surprise to him.&nbsp; The impact of landing on his back had snapped him out of his combative flow, and so when she had moved in close, Willum simply couldn't respond in time.&nbsp; He was already in motion to launch a knee directly into her head, but she whirled around him and grabbed him instead.&nbsp; Willum's eyes widened as he knew Armina had him in a completely compromising position, and as he felt her arm wrap around his neck, he knew he was done for in the fight.&nbsp; He barely felt hitting the ground a second time in the fight as his vision began to black out, and there was no breath to whoosh out of his lungs as he felt a weight sit firmly down on him.&nbsp; Willum lay down on the ground, barely breathing and mind scrambled from having been thoroughly stunned and disoriented, his vision unfocused.<br><br>It probably did look like he wasn't breathing, shallow as it was, but then it became more noticeable as Willum began to pull himself together.&nbsp; The first thing he noticed when his vision cleared was Armina straddling his waist.&nbsp; Somehow in the fight, when she had forced him into the ground, he had landed on his back.&nbsp; Still a little mind addled, his thoughts swam in the direction that being in this position wasn't too terribly bad.&nbsp; Armina wasn't particularly heavy, and this was the closest they had ever been together when not trying to land hits on each other.&nbsp; And then his mind became coherent enough to notice the raised fist, to which he responded with tapping the ground twice with his right hand, a sort of universal symbol to indicate that he had surrendered.<br><br>"Ow."<br>Not the cleverest of first words since the end of the match, but as the adrenaline faded, the hits he had sustained were beginning to make themselves fully known.&nbsp; He was fairly certain there were going to be several bruises all over his body, and while he was almost certain he wasn't concussed, there was going to be a bump on the back of his head.&nbsp; Willum was going to have to pay a visit to Luna and Professor T, the former for any healing she could provide and the latter for anything that would soothe some of the residual aches that came from such a fierce bout.<br><br>However, more than pain, Willum felt a strong sense of elation inside of him.&nbsp; He had given his all, held his own, landed hits on the combat professor, and the worst of the damage between them were bruises.&nbsp; There was someone here at the Academy he could be completely free to fight with, to express his full potential in martial arts.<br>There was a large grin on his face as he looked up to Armina, "Thank you Professor, that was exactly the sort of thing I was looking for."<br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>Armina gave Willum a smug smile, masking her relief. She only then realized the position they were in, but did not give much thought into it. Without hurrying to get off, she gave her two cents as well. <br>“You’re not bad yourself.” She said, knowing very well how important it was to encourage one’s students. She may have used the opposite tactic during her lesson with team Wild Marmet, but it wasn’t because she favored or disliked anyone in particular. Armina had a sort of sixth sense when it came to her students and (de)motivating them in one way or another was done according to it, but also based on experience. It was hard to find the right manner and use it, especially when new students were involved: one wrong move and it may scar them for life or encourage them to slack off. This was the hardest part of being a teacher: knowing the right thing to say and the right time to say it. <br>She slid away from him and offered her hand to pull him back on his feet. <br>“I believe we have breakfast to attend to. Are you taking up a mission as well?” <br><br><strong>Name: </strong>Willum Wildfang<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina&nbsp; <br><br><br>"One day, I'm going to be the one on top," Willum laughed, just relaxing and taking deep breaths as he lay on the mat.&nbsp; "It'll take time and practice, a lot of it, but it's going to be all the sweeter when I can take you or my fathers and be the victor."<br>When Armina extended her hand to him, Willum gratefully took it and got back onto his feet, wincing at the various aches and pains spread across his body.&nbsp; Oh yea, Armina had definitely worked him over, though it wasn't the worst he had ever felt.&nbsp; Sometimes his fathers had overestimated his growth, or underestimated the strength of their attacks, and that had resulted in some fun arguments between all five of them.&nbsp; Willum began to massage his limbs and roll various joints, helping the blood flow and gently working a little of his aura into his body to take the edge of his injuries.<br><br>"Mission?&nbsp; Oh yea, I'm definitely going on a mission with my team."<br>His team had discussed it yesterday, and Willum saw no reason to not participate.<br>"I wouldn't miss an opportunity for some live combat experience under the supervision of the professors.&nbsp; That's invaluable for developing my skills," Willum commented, before winking at Armina playfully.&nbsp; "Though I'm not telling which one my group decided on.&nbsp; That's going to be a surprise for you or for your sister.&nbsp; Though if I go with Professor Enya, that's going to be interesting.&nbsp; I got the feeling during the survival trials that she seemed really focused on me.&nbsp; Not like she hated me or anything, but she really wanted to see if I was any good.&nbsp; My father Sascha says he and her have some history."<br><br>Feeling better now that he worked the kinks out of his body, he could feel his stomach rumbling a little.<br>"And oh god, breakfast sounds good right now.&nbsp; Is there anything that needs to be tidied up before leaving?"<br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Training grounds </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br>Along the years, she dealt with various students, each with their distinctive personality. Willum was the first one to wink at her which obviously led Armina to think that perhaps she softened too much in front of him. As he mentioned that one day he’ll get to be the one on top, something in Armina stirred, shockingly so. <br>A second surprise was the fact that her sister knew one of his fathers. The one with the Russian name. <br>“My sister never mentioned him. Not to me, at least. Don’t flatter yourself, kid. She’s pretty intense with everyone.” Now that was a lie, but Armina had no idea why she said it. <br>“Yeah, let’s get some breakfast before you go on that mission..whichever you choose.” <br>Something clicked in Armina’s mind as she said that. The combat teacher was supposed to get things set up and ready with professor West for their mission, but she didn’t even do her own luggage yet. <br>“On second thought, I think I’ll take mine in the room..you go and meet with your team mates, they should be up by now. Nevermind this place, I’ll have it cleaned up when we return.” A dreadful thought crossed her mind. What if some of them would never return? <br>“You watch it there, kid. No matter where you choose to go.” It was the second time she used “kid” to address him as if she needed to be reminded of their age difference. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>25-03-2014, 00:33:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raisho Hajimoto<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vasili<br><br>He couldn't see or sense whatever target it was Vasili had sighted in, but when he was finished speaking, a sound of a silenced gunshot rang out, and he had a feeling something was no longer alive. Maybe a grimm on the perimeter? He would never know up close, but he had a feeling this man took this very seriously and had just killed something. Now it was the Faunus' turn to say something, and his words were interesting to say the least.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a unique perspective, but that didn't mean it was wrong. It wasn't completely right, but then again nothing ever was. "Hmmm. The larger your talent, the longer your rope. How far off was the Grimm you just killed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Figthing the Mist (Dorms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>28-03-2014, 23:21:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/327/b/3/bardroy___coluored_1_by_nightgazer101-d6veu7h.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vasili Ilari<br><strong>Team:</strong> SHO<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avalanche Academy - Southern Tower<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raisho<br><hr><br>"3 miles." The Mercenary answered without hesitation. He paused for a moment, seemingly being mesmerized by the smoke floating in his faced. It was a couple seconds before he seemed to snap out of it and looked back to Raisho. "Give or take. I added the weather change and dense visuals in the storm where the beast was. Not to mention the wind shift. Had there been no wind, or gravity the shot itself would've been about 2.75 miles. Since this is real life and not those bullshit competition arena's, with a range that can recalibrate itself from 10-yards to 5 miles," Vasili took another drag and gestured with his smoking hand towards the forest on the right.<br>Still a distance away, but close enough that would make one wonder truly how strong the winds were for him to have aimed so far off-course. "Had to aim roughly for the top of that tree line."<br><br>The young Faunus grunted in slight annoyance. "The wind shifted at the last second, and I twitched to compensate for it. The round was supposed to round the top of those tree's and hit the target, however, you can just barely make out where the bullet clipped the tip of that Fern on its way out."<br>And one could see the few feet of Fern that had once stood proudly at the top of its tree, laying on its side, being clung to by what bark hadn't been shattered by the massive bullet.<br><br>Though slightly annoyed, Vasili took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling from his nose and giving Raisho a grin. "Just another day at the Office, kid."
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