Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]
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				Title: <strong>Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 02:40:38</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Day Zero</strong></span><br><br>The students had it tough to get into Avalanche. Like any Hunter academy worth its name, there was a process to apply. The first part all students had to deal with was a written test. This tested them on their mathematical, linguistic, scientific, and historical knowledge; both local and world history. There were a combination of multiple choice questions, fill in the blanks, and several open response questions. There were also sections of the written exam to test someones knowledge of Grimm, and the fundamentals of combat. This was done in a classroom, and was overseen by the Headmaster himself, who ensured there was no cheating.<br><br>This was probably the boring part, but it was important. Knowledge was power, after all.&nbsp; Afterwards, though, came the real meat of the test, the practical skills exam.<br><br>Students were tested on their ability to name local plant life, to display proper usage of cold gear, emergency shelter building in case of a storm, trailblazing, map-reading, the use of navigational tools, how to properly install and remove Fire Stones from Ice Wells, as well as nearly a dozen other survival skills. After all, if they couldn't survive in the wilderness on its own, how in the hell would they deal with the Grimm in the wild? This testing period was overseen by Enya.<br><br>And yes, the practical skills portion of the exam included combat. Two forms of combat, to be precise. Armina got to oversee this portion of the testing; first, pitting the prospective units against captured Beowolf's. Sure, as far as Grimm go, they were the 'easy' ones, the wimps. It wasn't so much about gauging a persons raw capacity, but gauging their fighting aptitude and attitude. Then, Armina had the distinct pleasure of dueling with students, and given her occupation and her years of experience, most likely trouncing each and every one of the challengers. <br><br>Of course, failing to beat the combat instructor wasn't a negative in itself. It was, once again, gauging their aptitude and attitude. <br><br>After a long and grueling day of testing, the new prospective students were looked over by 'Professor T', who was serving as a nurse and physician, in addition to everything else she did. They got to get a physical exam, and they were questioned as to medical history and the like. There was also a lot of perhaps unnecessary poking, prodding, pulling, and tugging on limbs, and cryptic comments about posture and flexibility. And yes, yes, she did wear her bone attire, helmet and all, so that was probably a wild encounter for most students.<br><br>Finally, <em>finally,</em> the prospective students were ushered into the cafeteria to have lunch. They were seated at their own table, separated from the currently attending students. After a filling meal of fish stew (A traditional food of Eis), bread, and water or tea, they would once again be ushered off to a wide open area, where they would get to spend the night in something of a sleep over. This was just for the first night; the faculty had to convene, and discuss the test results, weed out any unacceptable candidates, and then determine the team placement; and who was best to be leader.... <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Day One</span></strong><br>When morning came, the new students were roused by the ringing of a bell tower. They were immediately shuffled off to breakfast, which had a nice selection of meats, toast and a variety of imported jams to go with it, eggs, smoked kippers, water or tea.... well, needless to say, no student would go hungry for long. The school always had plentiful amounts of food. <br><br>But at the end of breakfast, when the bell rang out again to signal the beginning of first class of the day, there was a pause. Headmaster Vainamoinen walked into the cafeteria, his staff clacking against the ground as he did so. He only barely leaned on it; he was not yet infirm enough to truly need its support, though it did help cover up a bad limp he had. <br><strong><br>"Students,"</strong> he begins, <strong>"You have all worked hard to reach this day, I am sure. However, nonetheless, there are a few of you who did not meet our requirements. You may gather your things and leave, and feel free to apply next year."</strong> He would then list off a name of four students; that was out of 20 applicants. <br><br><strong>"The rest of you,"</strong> he starts again, addressing the new students; even though the older ones linger, watching. <strong>"Some of you have done exemplary jobs. Some of you barely got in by your teeth. I salute you all, brave combatants, for your dedication and willingness."</strong> There was a pause, as he drank a bit of water. <strong>"Without further delay, I will begin the assignment of teams. When I call your name, please come up and to my<span class="bbc_u"> left</span> side."</strong><br><br>At this point, he took out a Scroll, one of those neat-looking, folding pieces of tech that worked very much like a PDA. He cleared his throat, and began to speak again, his voice holding a calm, yet authoritative, tone. <strong>"Welkin Graham. Mori Koji. Tahira Atemu. Tamika Ming. Please, come forward."</strong> He would wait for the students to come up. Once they were there, he would look them over keenly.<br><br><strong>"You are the first team to be assembled of this new school year. You are now recognized as&nbsp; team Wild Marmet (WMTT), led by Welkin Graham."</strong> At this point, there would be a small round of clapping, cheering, and welcoming. <strong>"Mister Graham, I am sure I do not need to say it, but as leader, you are responsible for the well being of your team.&nbsp; Remember that leadership is a burden, at times, but it is one that you can not falter with. In the field, your team mates may live or die because of your commands. We have chosen you, because we feel you have good potential as a leader."</strong> He was uncharacteristically stern as he said this.<br><br><strong>"You must also bear the burden of ensuring that they follow the rules, and attend all their classes; that should be easy, since your schedules will be the same. Your first class of the day is combat with Professor Armina Horowitz."</strong> They would then be ushered along, back to their seats. After all, there were more teams to be formed. <br><br><strong>"Now,"</strong> again, he would consult his Scroll, <strong>"Caden Walker.&nbsp; Luna Mauve. Willum Wildfang. Charlotte Faylinn. Please, come forward."</strong> Like before, he would wait for them to come up. <strong>"You are our second team of the year, but you are no more and no less important than the first. You are hereby christened with the team name Clay Dewclaw (CWLC), led by Caden Walker."</strong><br><br><strong>"Young man,"</strong> He would address Caden, as there was another cheer; and maybe a bit of laughter. Team names were usually a bit on the silly sounding side, but it seems like Vainamoinen was being particularly playful this year; that, or really wracking his brain for good names, and coming up short. Who knows. <strong>"As I told Graham before you, you have an obligation to your team. You have been chosen, because we have confidence in your ability. Your first class will be Healing Arts, with Professor Tajeddigt. Good luck."</strong><br><br>And again, the students would be ushered to their seats. There were a few more teams to announce, and the formula remains the same; the names, too, are more or less just as silly. And eventually, the honors would be done and over with; and the students ushered off to their class. They would be heading to their first class of the day; even though said class will be running a bit shorter than usual, due to the team formation 'ceremony'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 07:47:13</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 - Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one...hopefully<br><hr><br>Three Years...<br>The young man could remember the last time he stayed in one place for longer than a couple months...but he chose not to.<br>But, even for others, three years is a long time.<br>To Vasili Ilari, it felt like half of his life.<br><br><hr>Three Years Ago...<br><br>"Alright Dun. What's the bet?"<br><br>"Three Bottles of your best Moon Shine!"<br><br>"That's it? If you're so confident, I would think you'd throw in your favorite pouch of Pipe Tobacco."<br><br>"... Fine! But don't come grumbling to me about how your wife left you because you didn't have enough booze to sell to make rent!"<br><br>That was the conversation between two Schwarz Militia Men as they walked up into one of the many Guard Towers on the perimeter of the Town.<br>They were betting over a game they were about to play.<br>A game played often by Militia groups who were facing a long night of Post Duty.<br>Because of the way the people lived, gunshots were not unheard of when everyone was still awake and active.<br><br>The two middle-aged men, one a Human, the other a Goat Faunus, settled in on their chairs.<br>The Human took up a Hunting Rifle, while the other, Binoculars.<br>The two looked out over the vast open space in front of them. At first they did nothing but scan the space between them and the forest teaming with Grimm. Then, when they deemed everything clear, they focused on one particular area directly in front of them.<br>There were sticks in the ground with writings on them at certain places. Range markers, marked with a persons name and the date.<br>Obviously, the game was to see who could shoot the furthest, in anyway legally possible. The current record stood at no more than 600 Meters, and the marker was barely visible due to current weather conditions.<br><br>The Human exhaled slowly as he let the Rifle rest on the railing of the Watch Tower.<br>As he practiced his breathing, he adjusted the Scope.<br><br>"Two Practice Shots, remember?" The Faunus reminded his partner as he slowly tucked Tobacco into his pipe, being careful not to waste any.<br><br>"This game has been going on for the better part of Five Years. I was there when it was first created. I know the rules, thank you very much." The Human replied hotly before going back to concentrating. After about two minutes he made his first practice shot.<br>Too short.<br>He adjusted and made his second practice shot.<br>Just about 600 meters.<br>The Human worked the bolt of the Rifle, focused and made his real shot.<br><br>The bullet flew straight for the first couple hundred meters when the wind picked up again.<br>It drifted to the right, then drifted to the left again with the shifting of the wind.<br>The Faunus and the Human watched as the bullet landed somewhere behind the record marker.<br><br>"Marked. Six-Hundred...Ten Meters. New Record." The Faunus said matter-of-factly before pulling away from the Binoculars and puffing thoughtfully on his Pipe while his Human friend celebrated. The Faunus traded the Binoculars for the Rifle, and looked elsewhere to adjust the settings.<br>That's when he spotted it.<br>A lone black figure coming out of the Forest and walking towards them.<br>"Oi. Quit your celebrating and take a look at this. What is it?"<br><br>The Human was about to tease the Faunus, thinking he was joking until he looked at how the Faunus was not taking his aim off of whatever he was looking at.<br>The man grabbed the Binoculars and sat down next to his partner.<br>The Binoculars could see farther, and this came in handy for the Human when identifying the lone Beowulf walking towards them.<br>"It's a Beo. 800 meters out. We should call the Hunters."<br><br>The Faunus gave an angry snort.<br>"Call em? How about I beat your record by blowing away that Beo?"<br><br>"Dun, wait!-"<br><br><em>Bang!</em><br>The shot went out and reached 800 meters, but missed the Beowulf entirely.<br>The Beowulf stopped and looked at where the shot had landed, before going back to walking, a bit faster this time.<br>The Faunus worked the bolt and took aim again.<br><br>"Dun! Wait! Let me give you readings first. If you do this wrong, you might just injure it, and it'll call for more!"<br>The Human looked through the Binoculars again and gauged everything now.<br>"780 meters. Wind from the East...Five knots. Target is on a slight incline. Do you have it?"<br><br>The Faunus adjusted his scope to the information before settling in. "On Target."<br><br>"Fire when ready."<br><br>The Faunus exhaled slowly, squeezing the trigger at the same time.<br>The Rifle fired and flew true.<br>Or at least, it would have had the Faunus not flinched right before the shot.<br>This shot went wide to the left.<br>Again, the Beowulf stopped and looked to where the shot landed.<br><br>"You suck! You. Suck! How could you miss that!? I gave you everything!"<br><br>"I had to cough." <em>Cough. Cough.</em> "My cough threw my aim off at the last second."<br><br>"Bullshit! I call a big heaping pile of fresh Bullshit on top of your head!"<br><br>"I made the 800 meter shot without your help!"<br><br>"Luck! False Luck! You choked on the shot that would have put a big ass hole in that Beowulf's chest!"<br><br>"It was a cough!"<br><br>"You just don't want to kill your own Kin. That's all!"<br><br>"What did you say?"<br><br>"You heard me. Who started your family? What sorry excuse for a whore of a mother fucked a Goat to make you?"<br><br>"Filthy Human!"<br><br>As the two resorted to blows, the Beowulf had enough time to walk the rest of the seven-hundred something meters, and up into the Tower.<br>The two stopped fighting, all tangled up in each others arms as they looked up at a Beowulf.<br>They both moved for their weapo-<br>"Don't." The Beowulf suddenly had pistols in its hands, pointed at both of the Men.<br><br>The two Men stared up at the Beowulf in disbelief.<br>They each accepted one thing, but couldn't believe the other.<br><br>"Dun."<br><br>"Hmm?"<br><br>"This thing can talk..."<br><br>A few hours later...<br><br>" "THIS THING CAN TALK!" HAHAHAHA!" Vasili shouted over the remnants of laughter from the other Men, as he retold the story from his point of view.<br>The young man's skinned Beowulf hung on the wall behind him, and he was surrounded by Drinks, Men, and Women who all wanted to hear the story of his arrival.<br>"I swear, I wanted to start dancing and telling jokes to make them- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The newcomer couldn't finish as the roar of laughter grew louder and louder and louder.<br><br>The two men from that time sat next to Vasili, cradling their drinks and looking down in embarrassment.<br>They had each said their apologies a long time ago, and now all they wanted to do was go home and forget about the whole mess.<br>Or throttle Vasili. That works too.<br><br>For hours into the night they told stories, drank, and got to know Vasili as he was joining the Hunters post.<br>The night ended with an hour singing a certain song, with Vasili leading on from on top of a table. Pint of Ale in hand, drinking, but mostly spilling all over himself and the other patrons around him.<br><br><em>"You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary!<br>You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey!<br>Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile!<br>I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style!<br>You can take my urn to Feur, spread my ashes all about! HEY!<br>Or you can bring me down to Eis beach and dump the sucker out!<br>Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while!<br>I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style!"</em><br><hr><br>And that was all in one day.<br>Definitely less than 24 hours.<br>Since then, he's gone on patrols, made friends with the rest of the Town. Made a mockery of the Faunus, Dun, and his human Friend, Jack.<br>The original Beowulf disguise stayed hung up on the Tavern wall, but Vasili went out and made two more. Both of which he presented to Dun and Jack as a Birthday Gift. Coincidentally they had the same Birthday, and coincidentally they both had the same reaction, and they both hated Vasili even more.<br>For three years he had gotten a long with the residents of Schwarz and the Huntsman and Huntresses assigned their.<br>And out of those three years he had only known about the Academy for Six Months.<br><br>It's not that Vasili liked school or anything. It was just that it was warm, and he got to meet new people who weren't so old, grumpy, and tired.<br>Minus the Hunters posted there.<br><br>Like today, for example.<br>New people. New Teams.<br>Fresh Blood.<br>Currently, Vasili hid in the Kitchen, taking food here and there and largely remaining out of sight.<br>His current goal for today was to not get caught and go exploring some more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 10:34:05</strong>
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				Avalanche Academy was Welkin’s goal, and today he would see if he sunk or swam. The test was simple enough, knowledge both of the world and of mathematical and other skills wasn’t the most challenging portion though he did cut the times a bit close as he did some of his math problems over again frantically as he realized his mistakes. Local flora? Well, being from his family he knwe enogh to know what plants were good as garnishes, what was good as a spice... and that’d make your skin blister out in hives if you brushed against it! Beowulf’s were easy, though not without their own challenge. Armina was a total loss though. She was a teacher, and still in what he’d consider ‘prime’ capability. The best he could say was that he did not lose consciousness but he wished he did after getting beaten like a redheaded stepchild. <br><br>Lunch felt like a victory, his arm aching even as it lifted the spoon to his mouth so he could have his hot soup. And sleep came quick to him as he just passed out in a sleeping roll, barely bothering to undress as he just flopped into it and closed his eyes.<br><br>Morning was a rush though. A light breakfast did nothing to stifle the welling dread in his stomach, but he soon tried to talk himself down. ‘C’mon. This won’t be hard. You can do this. Worse that happens? You fail, come back next year. Kick ass. But we already know you’ll be a fine student this year. Maybe you’ll get put in the team with that cute redhead...’ The mental peptalk calmed him down as he took a deep breath and seemed all smiles. Confidence, he had to work that out! As he noticed the headmaster, he tried to mentally assert himself. ‘Stand up straight’ Setting his fork down, he stopped leaning over his plate and looked at the headmaster. ‘Stop that smirk’ the smile vanished, though he still had a collected expression.<br><br>As his name was called, he looked to the others who were announced with him. ‘Oh, they look nice. Have I seen any of them before?’ If he had, he just didn’t recall it. Hey, the name for the tea-What?<br><br>He saluted quickly, trying to minimize the surprise on his face. “Y-Yes sir.” Of course any calm he had was betrayed as he briefly stuttered over his words. “I promise to lead to the best of my capability and ensure my team both makes the academy proud, and that we make eachother proud. Thank you, sir.” That was leadery sounding, right? Why weren’t any of the others leader?&nbsp; He bowed his head quickly, and looked over to his teammates.<br><br>“Okay, lets get going.” Sounding more relaxed as he took a slightly deep breath, he waved for the others to follow. That was good, right? He didn’t have to be a hardass, and he didn’t want to be one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 23:36:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><br>Day Zero had been one of most miserable days in Mori Koji's entire life, were it not for the royal meal served at Avalanche Academy. <br><br>From the early hours to the sundown, Mori Koji had the impression of failing all the tests. After the never-ending written test, the practical examination went from bad to worse as the day progressed. As a outsider, he did not know the name of any of the local plants. Coming from a tropical region, he had no idea how to use the cold gear, let alone how to build an emergency shelter in case of a storm. Enya Horowitz never smiled and at one particular moment, he had the impression she was going to shout at him, abandoning her apparent neutral position. Mori Koji did not want to remember the fighting test with Armina Horowitz, who was even harsher than her sister to his eyes. He thought that living in the streets had taught him how to defend himself, but the duel with Armina only showed him that there was a lot to learn. At the end, the odd 'Professor T' examined every aspect of his body, asking him to strip off his clothes.<br><br>"You are taller than you look. You need global posture re-education", 'Professor T' diagnosed. To Mori Koji, there was a great deal irony in between the lines. That place was not made for him and the following day would only confirm his expectations. He should never have applied for it. Only winners were destined to become Hunters, not losers like him.<br><br>To his greatest surprise, his hopes did not come true in day one. By the time Mori Koji listened to his name, his entire body trembled. Rather than happiness - around him, all the selected students were cheering up as it would be natural -, Mori Koji lowered his head, closed his eyelids and took a deep breath, checking whether he was in the middle of a nightmare. 'How will I survive here?' was the next thought, as he tried to hide his anxiety and fear. He was in one of the teams and social interaction had never been one of his strong points - Mori Koji honestly did not believe he had any strong point.<br><br>When Mori Koji thought nothing could get worse, he raised his head and looked at Welkin Graham, who was going to lead <strong>team Wild Marmet (WMTT)</strong>. Personally, Mori Koji had nothing against that guy, apart from the fact he resembled all the bullies who had picked on him since his life started. Tall and athletic, Welkin Graham seemed to have flirted nearly all the girls in Avalanche Academy, including the pretty sisters Horowitz. He was not jealous of him, but Mori Koji knew that Welkin Graham's next step would be to show off his skills and humiliate those not so well gifted. From the onset, his worst feelings seemed to become true: rather than greeting his team mates, Welkin Graham simply waved for them to follow him. Mori Koji just snorted with his lowered head, put his hands into the pockets of his baggy trousers and followed Welkin Graham, wondering what the others thought about the team leader.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 01:03:50</strong>
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				<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> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw<br><br>Truthfully, Willum had little doubt in his mind about being accepted into the Academy.&nbsp; It would be a cliche to say that he was born to be a hunter, but in hindsight, his fathers had certainly raised him to become one.&nbsp; Though he had never really questioned anything they told him to do, trusting that they knew what they were doing, it all made sense now.&nbsp; The time he spent in some little school in Feur, learning all the things normal kids did.&nbsp; The trips to other cities, being taught how to survive in the wild on the fly, and occasionally learning the hard way about how to pack for the cold and what plants to not touch or eat.&nbsp; And of course, how to fight: against anyone or anything.&nbsp; Those had been some of the most important lessons he had ever learned, and Willum had found them to be the most interesting.<br><br>So when his name was called, he wasn't particularly surprised, but there was a happy smile over the fact that his confidence had been well founded.&nbsp; Honestly, the written portion of the exams hadn't been too terribly hard.&nbsp; He was certain he didn't get top marks, but he knew enough that after each test he had walked away pleased with himself.&nbsp; It was the practicals that made things come alive for him, that had drawn out the best out of him.&nbsp; Still probably not top marks for the survival portion, but he knew he had generally handled himself well.&nbsp; His fathers had put him through worse, and it would have shamed them if he hadn't progressed smoothly through.<br><br>And then came the combat portion of the practicals.&nbsp; The bruise he had was healing nicely, and it would probably be gone the next day.&nbsp; The Beowulf had been easy to deal with, and with permission to use lethal force, quick too.&nbsp; Professor Armina was a different story though, his father Sascha had warned him about her, but he felt he had acquitted himself well.&nbsp; For one, he was used to fighting adults who were significantly more seasoned and skilled than he was.&nbsp; Opting not to use his semblance, he had gone for a more defensive strategy, knowing that he was going to lose anyways.&nbsp; Using only attacks that wouldn't fully commit him and he could easily switch to a defense again, defending then immediately launching a small counterattack of his own.&nbsp; He hadn't been able to use his full repertoire of techniques, and he knew it wouldn't have made a lick of difference in the outcome anyways.&nbsp; Armina was too experienced, and she had overwhelmed his defence eventually.&nbsp; But at least he had managed to roll with the final blows and softened them a little.<br><br>Heading up to the stage, there was a sense of relief at knowing he wouldn't be responsible for leading the team.&nbsp; Willum wanted to focus on his studies and his martial arts, and he had little interest in commanding others.&nbsp; Some of his fathers would be a little disappointed, but he knew the oldest would understand his feelings.&nbsp; He gave a respectful bow to the headmaster and a quick thumbs up to the rest of his teammates before returning to his seat.&nbsp; Once the ceremony was over and they were heading off to class, he gave the rest of his team a wave as he approached.<br>“Yo, so our new lives together begins now huh?&nbsp; Would have liked to have another round with Professor Armina, but I guess after yesterday, maybe catching a little break will be nice.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 04:18:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All teammates of Wild Marmet<br><br><strong>Day Zero</strong><br>Tamika already had an idea of what she would be up against thanks to the friend of her father’s that had pulled her out of Dirge all those years ago.&nbsp; He had warned her what she would be dealing with when she went to the academy to see if she could get in and had worked with her tirelessly to her Great Aunt’s horror weeks just right before she went to the academy.&nbsp; He had tried to prepare her the best he could for the harshness that would be the tests to get into the school, but still Tamika was overwhelmed by everything at first.&nbsp; The written test wasn’t too bad for her as she had a sharp mind and her Great Aunt’s love for history that had helped her through that section.&nbsp; She had a little trouble on questions on Grimm but her father’s friend had grilled on that which had saved her, though he would have said she was just being to hard on herself.<br><br>It was kind of cool with the written part of the test having the Headmaster watching over them as it was her first glance at him and though he was old there was an energy about him that she couldn’t deny.&nbsp; To most it was probably the part they hated most but Tamika enjoyed it as it allowed her to use her mind to it’s fullest and gave the girl a challenge.&nbsp; She didn’t have too much trouble naming the local plant life, but some of the other things most hunters knew about surviving in the Wildlife she tried to use logic along with some of the things that the hunter had tried to instill in her.&nbsp; The young woman figured she had failed that part so she hoped scores from other areas would help them to consider her.&nbsp; The one supervising this test seemed strict and Tamika made sure not even to give her a reason to come down on her.&nbsp; <br><br>The fighting part of the practical exam was the part she had been the most afraid of just for the fact that she wasn’t the strongest of fighters.&nbsp; Of course of the BeoWolf wasn’t too hard as they were fighting in units and she got to bring out her father’s throwing knives, but the trouncing that the teacher overseeing that part of the test gave her later was horrible.&nbsp; She could tell the woman was experienced because she had gotten her just as good as the hunter training her before had.&nbsp; He had said that she would get better with experience and that was what the academy was for and Tamika really hoped that she got in.&nbsp; She was didn’t complain about her defeat though, instead trying to use the fight as a learning tool by running through each move that had been made through her head.<br><br>Meeting ’Professor T’ was probably the most weird encounter for the young woman with her bone attire as she was checking her over as she was serving as the nurse as the academy along with whatever else she did.&nbsp; She tried to answer her medical history and other questions that the woman answered her to the best of her ability.&nbsp; Glad for once about her Great Aunt’s fussiness over regular doctor appointments and such for her after she had moved in with her.&nbsp; She was relieved like the other students when they were brought into the cafeteria and given something to eat before being moved again into a huge open spot in the school to bed down for the night.&nbsp; Tamika knew tomorrow she would learn her fate, if she would be allowed to stay at the school or forced to return to her Great Aunt for another year.<br><br><strong>Day One</strong><br>Tamika was a little surprised at the ringing that woke her up until she remembered where she was and sighed as the young woman went with everyone else to breakfast.&nbsp; She did have to admit that the food at the academy was delicious as she looked over everything to eat she was afraid she might gain 10 pounds by just looking at it.&nbsp; Breakfast was over far too soon for Tamika’s liking though her head picked seeing the Headmaster enter the room and she knew it was time.&nbsp; She bit her lips as he spoke about who would be leaving only breathing again when she realized that she had been chosen to stay.&nbsp; Though many others were seeming to do little celebrations at being able to stay, she was more quiet about hers.<br><br>She wasn’t sure what category that she belonged to when the Headmaster spoke of who did exemplary jobs and who barely made it through, but Tamika was prepared to work hard.&nbsp; Tamika tried to sit still as he said he was going to announce teams and watched as he pulled out a scroll.&nbsp; When her name was called with the first group she did as the Headmaster asked flushing a little under his gaze as he spoke directly to them.&nbsp; She tried to remember the team name that he gave them, finding the name a surprise and was quite glad when one of the guys Welkin Graham was called to be the leader.&nbsp; She knew she would be no good at leading and was happy to have someone else in that position.<br><br>As he spoke to Welkin it only confirmed that she would not want the job as leader, you had to make a lot of decisions that effected others and a lot of those decisions would not be easy.&nbsp; She felt bad for him that he was having so many responsibilities put on him and despite usually keeping to herself she figured she would try to listen to him.&nbsp; She knew there would be times that they would butt heads but she could hopefully keep that to a minimum.&nbsp; Tamika watched her teammates in silence as Welkin spoke a little to them and waved at them to follow him and that the other guy Mori didn’t seem impressed with him too much.&nbsp; She didn’t know what the other girl thought of Welkin but to her he just seemed nervous.&nbsp; “He seems a little nervous…” She muttered to herself quietly not realizing how her teammates might think of her talking to herself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 10:56:28</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Team Wild Marmet (WMTT) </strong><br><br>Armina’s combat class was to be held on the closed training grounds of the Academy. It was a modern building, wide and spacious as a gym on the ground floor and adequately split into large rooms on the first floor. It was well equipped and since she joined the Academy’s staff, Armina sought that one or two changes be made to better prepare the students for the ‘harsh Grimm reality out there’ as she often liked to put it. She then patiently divided the training equipment based on difficulty level: from ‘hard’ to ‘darn right suicide’ because the word ‘easy’ lacked from her basic vocabulary.&nbsp; <br><br>Things were really much less grim than she really wanted them to be. Headmaster Vainamoinen would certainly not allow that the student’s lives be placed in danger at the Academy even if it was often necessary that they learn to become Hunters the hard way. However, Armina was somewhat pleased with the results, that her word was taken into account and some changes were made before the start of the new year.&nbsp; And what better way to test the new equipment than with the first years? It was there that the janitor had taken Team WMTT for their first class of the day.<br><br>“Well, aren’t you a sorry lot?” she greeted the Wild Marmet team which was unfortunate enough to have the first class with her. “I don’t remember ever having such skinny students at Avalanche before, we must be really desperate for Hunters this year.” She wasn’t joking and as the students would come to know, the straight line between her lips never curled into a smile, unless it was a devious one. <br>She welcomed them dressed in a black suit which covered her body from neck to ankle and had a large metal zip in front. The fabric itself looked waterproof and slick while underneath it was patched with wool to keep a constant body temperature. Her long black hair was tugged back into a pony tail and the suit’s hood remained on her back for now. <br><br>“Welkin Graham. Mori Koji. Tahira Atemu. Tamika Ming. Team Wild Marmet led by Welkin Graham.” she read on the prompt next to her as their profiles were shown one by one.&nbsp; <br><br>“Today I’ll get to see what kind of dumb luck you guys had in the first place to get admitted. It’s a miracle that some of you passed my combat exams, but you have to understand there wasn’t much to choose from. Don’t get cocky just because you were a bit better than the worst. I won’t introduce myself. If you haven’t paid attention to the Headmaster when he told you my name, than that will get you a big minus on your score sheets so you better find out fast how to address me.” <br><br>As she said her encouraging first year speech, Armina looked at each one in return, straight into their eyes. As expected, most of them looked away. Her gaze returned to Mori Koji where it lingered for a few seconds, in a very unflattering way. <br><br>“Poet Kid,” she addressed him already making up a nickname for the one which she assumed would be her least favorite student that year “ step over there, to my right.” She pointed to one of the test dummies which represented an Ursa Major standing on its hind legs with several dots painted over the vulnerable spots of its body: neck, heart and forehead.&nbsp; It was fairly double in zise compared to Mori’s frame. <br><br>“Now we all know that direct combat is the most essential skill a Hunter or&nbsp; Huntress can hope to master. Fancy weapons and impressive Semblances won’t do you much good if you’re out of Dust or possess a weak Aura. However, it is not your martial skills that I’d like to check out today, but your weapons. After being checked out during the exams, they have been brought here and placed on the racks behind me. Take what belongs to you, line up and each of you in return will aim to take down the Ursa Major to my right. Your hit must be perfect and you have to make sure your teammate Poet Kid over here doesn’t get a scratch. Welkin, you’re first.”<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Academy’s Kitchen</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari </strong><br><br>Perhaps the young Mercenary would have had better luck of not getting caught if he chose a better day than the Opening Ceremony to steal from the Avalanche Academy’s kitchen. Or it may have been the fact that Enya herself wasn’t paying much attention to the assignment of teams that day and so she heard sounds coming from the one place which was supposed to remain quiet during that particular event. Her general idea of order and discipline was simply insulted by that mere fact, especially because the Headmaster was the one doing the talking then.&nbsp; Whatever the reason, it was definitely Vasili’s bad day at the Academy and Enya was there to wrap it up in her usual way. <br><br>She slid away from the Headmaster’s side and entered the kitchen’s swing doors without making a sound. The crouched figure before her had its back turned on her and some of the kitchen’s food supplies in each hand. Judging from its attire and size, it couldn’t be one of the students. As Vasili turned around, he got to see Enya’s curvaceous frame towering him with a slight frown on her features. She was wearing her signature white blouse, all buttoned up to the neck as were the school rules for students and teachers alike, which was barely holding her generous bosom underneath. From the waist down, Enya wore a tight pencil skirt with its hem falling just a bit below the knee and high heels. She looked spotless and stern. <br><br>“Breaking on Academy’s grounds again, mister Ilari?” <br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Cafeteria </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Clay Dewclaw teammates</strong><br><br>When Headmaster Vainamoinen called her name, Luna couldn’t help but give him a hopeful smile.&nbsp; For her, the written exam was piece of cake, while the practical one was hell. Probably out of all her fellow students, she was the most inclined to consider herself a failure at it. Luna avoided violence for the sake of it and rarely embraced it for noble causes. If anything, she always believed there would be a better way in dealing with threats and deep down she even regarded the Grimm as nothing but overly large pets which only needed some love and caring to change their natural behavior. <br><br>Combat school was the harshest and most terrifying experience of her life, but it also made her realize that she can be stronger and more resilient following the Hunter’s path than any other choice she’d make in her life.&nbsp; Luna didn’t want to become&nbsp; a Huntress because it was in her nature, but because she was pursuing her departed sister’s dream. Each time she felt like giving up and going back home, the young girl would look at her necklace and think of her sister Sonia. It was she who gave the golden wings talisman to Luna and she had kept it at her neck ever since, regarding it as her most precious possession.<br><br>Combat school and later on, the Academy life weren’t altogether bad. She was grateful for both having the chance to fulfill her sister’s dream and her own. Because little by little, Luna realized that she loved being part of a group, healing her friends and teammates, supporting those who felt just out of place as she was and making true friends which otherwise she wouldn’t come to know just by remaining one of the Mauve’s heirs. So here she was, ready to take on yet another harsh life style, trying to find her own path in this unlikely situation. She couldn’t decide what terrified her the most: not getting into the Academy as a student or having to graduate it. She never thought of what she’ll do beyond that point. Surviving Avalanche and becoming an official Huntress were enough goals for now. <br><br>She looked at her teammates and tried to remember their names:&nbsp; Caden Walker. Willum Wildfang. Charlotte Faylinn.&nbsp; Her heart skipped a beat when Caden was announced the leader and later on when Headmaster Vainamoinen announced that their first class would be with professor Tajeddigt, the Healing Arts.&nbsp; ‘Two nice things at once’ she thought and followed the rest of the group quietly.&nbsp; Luna only gave a nod to Willum’s comment. If anything, she was relieved that combat class would come – hopefully – much, much later. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 01:12:27</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 - Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya Horowitz<br><hr><br>Stealing was a very...harsh word to use in this situation.<br>Vasili saw it as simply liberating the Kitchen's staff of some of their work by having to take most of it out to throw away.<br>Thought it seemed as if the Mercenary was taking more food than he could handle, if one looked closer they would see he was taking most of the stuff that wouldn't keep for more than a day or two, minus the bread.<br>In fact, Vasili usually visited the Kitchen last so he could take a lot <em>more</em> food in a sack made out of a table cloth he took on his first visit here and haul it all the way back to Schwarz.<br>Of course, once there, no one knows what exactly happens to it...unless you were on Perimeter detail at the time of his arrival.<br>So, yeah...not stealing.<br><br>As Vasili made his rounds one more time, as if looking over everything to see if he missed something, his eyes came upon the voluptuous curves of Enya Horowitz.<br>Had he been in any other situation, besides being caught red handed, he would've continued to stare and scan up and down her wonderful body.<br>From chest to thighs.<br>His eyes went from her shapely legs up to her chest until his blue eyes met with hers, looking down on him from the peaks of her breasts.<br>There was no surprise in his expression, no matter how much she surprised him with how quick she moved about...and how she did so silently.<br>A Faunus was known for many things. Animalistic traits, excellent night vision...Vasili, being a Tiger Faunus had perfect night vision and excellent hearing.<br>How he didn't hear her was beyond him.<br>"Enya..." He began, not one to use a persons last name with "Miss" or "Mister" unless they were paying him.<br><br>Their very first meeting had been comedic to say the least.<br>The young Mercenary had trouble with authority.<br>Professor Enya Horowitz was nothing <em>but</em> authority.<br>Many a times did she try to correct the young man, and many a times did it not work.<br>Even the public humiliation and degradation.<br>The public whipping, although light, and the commands to make him change his ways else be there all day lasted into the night.<br>That was some two years ago.<br>Since then, no one knows what had happened. In fact, so much so, that it was often a mysterious story to be told by the older students to the younger.<br>They don't know if a deal was struck, or the famous Professor Enya Horowitz had given up her pursuit in changing the unchangeable Vasili Ilari.<br>Actually, Vasili enjoyed their time together. He found it rather kinky.<br><br>The Mercenary thought of running away, but the thought of her using her whip to grab his neck and pull him back like some dog on a leash made him decide not to. Instead, Vasili. stood up so that she was no longer physically towering over him. But even than being taller than her, it still seemed she was towering over him with the amount of authority that surrounded her.<br>Made him feel like the troublesome Rat causing terror amongst the kitchen, who now had to face down the Cat.<br>"Uhh...I was just..." He tried to avoid her eyes but they kept going back to it. "Reeeeee...arranging. Yeah. That's it." The Mercenary turned around and quickly went about the kitchen putting everything away. Everything in his hands, everything he had in his pockets. And then he set about sweeping up the place, slowly making his way to the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 01:29:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combat class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT) as well as Armina Horowitz<br><br>Shortly after, the members of the team Wild Marmett (WMTT) were walking towards the Combat class. Once more, Mori Koji saw a problem: from his perspective, the guy kept that 'I am the champion' attitude as his gaze was on the horizon rather than on his own way. Mori Koji had learned that could cause him to stumble, so he followed his team mates quietly, looking at the floor which soon turned into ground. The lonely Mori Koji felt he was really in trouble with his team leader.<br><br>Neither did Tamika Ming seem to be different. Mori Koji had the impression that the gorgeous student's eyes were all on Welkin Graham's body - she could not even hide her interest for the leader, at least from Mori Koji's perspective. To make things worse, just like Welkin Graham, the girl had not cared to address Mori Koji - her elegant costume made him think that she had rejected him because of his clothes. Mori Koji was poorly dressed and the knee part of his trousers were nearly torn apart. <br><br>Tahira Atemu was still a mystery. Mori Koji had the impression she was avoiding Mori Koji at all costs. This explains why Mori Koji had difficulty in prejudging her from the onset. Just another of his misleading impressions? Or was there something the girl wanted to hide?&nbsp; What will be her attitude? What if she is another Gureisi Keri? The mere thought of his beloved friend, killed by the Faunus, made his heart skip a beat. <br><br>While Mori Koji's thoughts were lost with these details, they finally reached the classroom. The subject would be taught by Armina Horowitz, the same <del>bastard</del> professor who had left him all bruised the day before. Mori Koji had hope that they could start with something They could have started with something less practical, he pondered. To his greatest dismal, Mori Koji could not hide his unhappy semblance when he saw Armina Horowitz. As a bad liar, Mori Koji's reactions probably attracted Armina Horowitz's attentions.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195116.msg9502707#msg9502707">Quote from: Jane Storm on 25-01-2014, 10:56:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Poet Kid,” [...] step over there, to my right.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mori Koji's face turned&nbsp; red and his breath halted. Why on Earth did she pick up on him? Couldn't she simply focused on Welkin Graham? Or on any of the girls? After being summoned, he walked to the position indicated and kept his eyes down to the ground. On top of being the first asked, she was mocking at him, calling him 'poet kid'. He did not know whether to cry or to run away. His eyes reddened and he slowly became confident to step forward to Armina's right. Always avoiding everyone's gaze, Mori Koji wanted to avoid further humiliation - were it not enough to stand next to a girl who looked like the perfect Huntress, contrasting with his image of failure? <br><br>All of sudden, Mori Koji remembered a poem he had once learned. No matter how weird it could sound, he saw so much irony on the poem applied to his situation that he started to muttered to himself, not far from Armina Horowitz. He did not mutter it on purpose: it came out quite naturally. It did not do on purpose. Neither did he want to offend anyone. <br><br>O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; <br>The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; &nbsp;(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Captain!_My_Captain!)<br><br>Whether the others would understand the workings of his mind, Mori Koji really did not care. In his loneliness, he was enjoying his imaginary victory.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 10:40:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e3VBMAf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caden Walker<br><strong>Team:</strong>&nbsp; Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Members &amp; Headmaster Vainamoinen<br><br><hr><br>The exams were something that Caden had heard about while he was undergoing his training. There was usually always a written exam made to test the mental prowess of the student, which wasn't that surprising when the first exam <em>was</em> a written exam. Luckily for Caden, he was always pretty good at studying and taking in information, so tests and quizzes never really bothered him that much. Feeling confident as he turned in the first part of the exam, Caden knew that it was only going to get tougher from here, but he was ready for anything. <br><br>The practical skills exam, also known as part two, was a little more difficult than the written test. All the students really had to do was basically take everything from the test and apply it to real world situations and problems. While Caden was still in combat school, he could recall that a big portion of surviving in the wild is just common sense. Bright colored plants/insects usually meant that they were poisonous. If something looks sharp, you probably shouldn't touch it. Of course, not everything in the wild abides by those same rules, so you can't really just base everything on common sense. Despite being a bit more difficult than the previous exam, Caden felt confident about his performance and proceeded to the final test. <br><br>Honestly, this one did catch Caden off guard. Fighting off the Grimm wasn't to bad, especially since they were only Beowolves, the 'weak' Grimms. Caden actually enjoyed himself quite a bit, being the first time in a while that he actually had a good fight. The fight against Professor Armina Horowitz was definitely the biggest challenge Caden had ever faced, lasting only about fifteen seconds. Caden felt like he should feel bad that he lost, but he understood that Armina and himself were on two completely different levels. Not only that, but he was here to learn and possibly be as good as her. Taking his defeat in stride, Caden followed the students to the school nurse. <br><br>There, in Professor T's office, Caden was inspected and asked a bunch of questions about any family illnesses, and diseases , as well as a few other questions he had never been asked before. It was interesting to say the least, but it was over rather quickly. A feeling of relief came over Caden as he was told to report to the cafeteria for lunch. It wasn't until that the promise of food was mentioned that Caden realized how hungry he was, wasting no time making his way down to the lunchroom. The rest of the day was rather uneventful. Finishing his soup and satisfying his hunger, sleep was sounding&nbsp; extremely pleasant. Rolling out his sleeping bag, Caden slept the rest of the night away, feeling good about himself. Hopefully, he would be accepted. <br><br>As morning crept up, the smell of food woke Caden up even before the bell tower. Breakfast had always been Caden's favorite meal of the day, mainly because, to him, it had the best selection. Eating his fill of meat, toast and eggs, everyone, including Caden, was surprised to see Headmaster Vainamoinen step into the cafeteria. He watched on, gritting his teeth, as the Headmaster called out the names of those who weren't accepted. Caden let out an audible sigh of relief, thankful that his name hadn't been called. Caden was now eager to hear what team he would be on.<br><br>As the first team (Wild Marmet) was called out, Caden couldn't help but laugh a little at the name. Were all the team names this ridiculous? Giving a small clap for the first team of the year, Caden continued listening to Vainamoinen speak. "Caden Walker..." As soon as the Headmaster mentioned his name, he sprung up from his chair and made his way to the front, just as the previous team had done. The other three members, Luna Mauve, Willum Wildfang, and Charlotte Faylinn made their way up soon there after. Giving a slight smile and nod to each one of them, Caden couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when the Headmaster announced him as leader. It wasn't so much as confusion as it was genuine surprise. Quickly getting his nerves back together, he gave a slight bow to the Headmaster as he explained the rules of being a leader. <br><br><strong>"Yes Headmaster and thank you."</strong> Caden said before taking his seat again. <em>"Team Clay Dewclaw?"</em> Caden smirked at the thought of the name. The rest of the ceremony was more or less the same, up until all the students were assigned a team. After the various groups exchanged their congratulations, Caden waved his new team members over. “Yo, so our new lives together begins now huh?” Caden nodded. <strong>"Yeah, I guess so."</strong> Smiling and chuckling a bit at Willium's remark, he began walking towards the cafeteria doors. <strong>"I agree with you there. Plus, I'm sure she'd fight you again if you just ask."</strong> Laughing a bit more, Caden continued towards one of the doors and pushed it open, holding it open. <strong>"Let's get to class first. We can all hang out afterwards, if you're all interested that is. Sound good?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 15:57:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i7.minus.com/jxBjetxhc0SaH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Professor 'T'<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Healing Arts Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Clay Dewclaw (When they arrive), one other NPC team<br><br>Classes could be pretty small all in all, mostly because there were relatively few students. In the case of this morning class, there would--or, at least, should-- be eight students. Classes could some times be only a single team, and at most, three teams might be in the same class at the same time. It was probably much unlike Combat Schools, where the classes tended to be in the dozens in size. Of course, that's because a lot of people left after graduating to join the military, or the police force, or become mercenaries... not even half of the graduates of combat schools pursued the path of the Hunter.<br><br>Anywho. That's all besides the point! Professor T--so called because her full last name was pretty much impossible to pronounce-- was waiting patiently for her students to come to class, and get situated. There was five minutes between their dismissal from the cafeteria, and the beginning of the class. There was always a five minute transitional period between classes.&nbsp; And to pass the time, she was playing a drum.<br><br>Yes, that's right, the crazy lady, dressed in bones, is happily playing a rousing, stirring tune on a small bongo drum.&nbsp; Now, how was the pale teacher dressed? She bore the skull helmet she was never seen without. There was a colorful string of strong fabric holding small, hollow bones in a piece that draped over her shoulders, and went down just far enough to cover her modest chest. Something appeared to support the mounds of flesh, though whether that was a cloth bra or something else entirely is not discernible. Resting on her chest was a heavy amulet made of brass and a very large ruby; the gem alone was probably worth a thousand Lien (http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Lien). <br>&nbsp;<br>Just above her elbows, there were bands of similar hollow bones, tightly pressed against her flesh, but not quite so tight as to cause damage to her body. A thicker, but similar anklet, could be found between her knees and her ankles, a mere inch away from the sandals she wore. Sandals that seemed to be made of reeds, or perhaps bamboo, or some other sturdy plant. They seemed surprisingly sturdy, and steady, unlike typical sandals, and had some sort of arch support to them. It was a bit like if sneakers and sandals had a love child!<br><br>If one were to look at her midsection,&nbsp; they would see a thick belt of bone, with a skull worked into it as a belt buckle. There were beaten, acid etched plates of brass forming the belt, from which, a skirt of what seems like Beowolf finger-bones, covered her nether regions quite well. Most of her flat, athletically muscular stomach, is exposed. In fact, looking past the strange garb that one may assume, correctly, was common from whatever part of the world she hailed from, they could see there wasn't a drop of fat on her body. She was all lean muscle.<br><br>Also hanging around that belt, was a machete like bladed weapon, that looked to be of very simple design. Old, but definitely well maintained. It also looks like it could cut a Grimm in half like a hot knife through butter; wickedly sharp. That was on her right side; on her left side was a small, raggedy looking cloth doll. It was a crude caricature of the human form, with dark black beads for eyes, and a vaguely sinister smile made of stitches. A red 'x' was placed on the dolls chest, more or less equating to where the heart was in a human. <br><br>By far, though, the most interesting thing to note, is that all that exposed skin bore witness to thick, black tattoos. For those familiar with Grimm, it seems like she has a King Taijitu (http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/King_Taijitu) tattooed along her right arm. Other tattoos, though, seemed to have more of a 'tribal' design, composed of long, gracefully sweeping lines, and strange, asymmetrical geometric patterns, which occasionally seemed to wriggle and writhe. <br><br>Oh yes, and for those who manage to move their eyes away from the oddity that would be responsible for teaching them how to care for the wounded, they might see that the room was full of well cared for potted plants. A wide variety of colors was presented besides green. Natives of Eis would not recognize any of these plants, though, unless they were familiar with herbology. In which case, they'd be able to figure out that most of these herbs are used in medicines. A few are questionably legal and used for recreation, but you know, that's probably not a surprise. <br><br>Also, there was an azalea on her desk.&nbsp; Right next to the bongo she was playing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 01:31:38</strong>
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				<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> Cafeteria, heading to Healing Arts Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw<br><br>"Wouldn't she just?" Willum snorted as he followed after Caden, nodding his thanks as he stepped through the door.&nbsp; "More like if I asked, she'd probably grind my nose into the ground instead of teaching me more gently.&nbsp; There's someone who likes her job a little too much."<br>Willum put his hands in his pocket as he walked with an easy and relaxed stride, giving the impression that he had all the time in the world and no cares on his mind.&nbsp; So far, so good.&nbsp; The leader seemed like someone he could talk with easily enough.&nbsp; That was important, and it would help to have a male friend in the team, especially since he wasn't used to being with girls for any extended period of time, something Willum suspected would be happening a lot now.&nbsp; One of his fathers had taught how to handle himself without getting nervous, but well, such was being a young adult still in the teens.&nbsp; There was a small hope that they'd have proper individual rooms, instead of sleeping in some communal area like they had last night.<br><br>He turned to Caden and cocked his head slightly to the right, "By the way, was your examination with Professor T also kind of not normal?&nbsp; I mean, I expected the take off your shirts and trousers part, I've gone to the doctors before, but then I had to do all these weird exercises, like trying to touch my nose with my foot without using my hands while keeping my balance, or the one where I had to spin around while doing a handstand.&nbsp; Though I think that last one was a break dancing move."<br>Out of all the things that had happened yesterday, that had been the weirdest part of it all.&nbsp; While the other tests had made use of his knowledge, standing around while he was relentlessly poked and prodded and asked to caper around in strange ways was just plain not normal at all.&nbsp; And now he was going back there again to learn about how to patch a person up.&nbsp; The cryptic comments though were okay though, he had a lot of experience with that at home.<br><br>"How you ladies?&nbsp; How did your physicals go?&nbsp; Not the nitty-gritty details though, I'm not perverted enough to ask about that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 01:41:02</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> WMTT, Armina,<br><br><br>The others followed him, even if they did not do so enthusiastically like he kind of hoped. They were all new blood like him, and had no reason to follow him at all other than being told to. Leadership was not given, it was earned. So he knew he had to earn it, and that meant being able to lead and earn their trust through deed and word rather than just being given the title of team leader. But as the motley crew&nbsp; went to the combat class room, he remembered the thoroughly sound beating he had gotten here the day prior. Armina was a strict, skilled, and veteran fighter. He was a neophyte in comparison and the bruise had still had on his arm ached a bit as he entered. While it was just bad juju, it almost felt as if his body didn’t want to be in the room altogether! Armina was dressed aptly, the suit giving the hard hearted teacher an elegant vibe that fit her personality. ‘Sorry lot?’ he thought to himself – he rather liked this team! Maybe they weren’t the ideal ace students, but they were going to fight and they were going to fight well!<br><br>As she spoke his name, Welkin gave a nod. The little dialogue she gave was perfectly uplifting. If you were a corpse. Her gaze was simple withering, but rather than back away he did his best to meet. This was not a challenge from him, but he knew that fear was an element that would have to be dealt with sooner or later, and even though he could feel his heart thumping faster in his chest and his mouth getting a bit dry it was better to face this dead on rather than show that he would back down against something that ‘scared’ him. Because unlike her, the Grimm weren’t on a leash. ‘Hey.’ he then thought mentally. ‘C’mon, what is she? A teacher or a bully?’ because giving Mori that nickname was just derisive.<br><br>...No, wait. The whole putting him as bait was derisive, though he knew the importance of watching friendly fire. Once she called his name, he moved to grab Hope – the hilt soon in his grip as he held it with two hands. “Though, Professor, if I may ask...” He looked to her, taking a light breath. “I would request I be the one in Mori’s position, I have confidence in my team that i’d be just as unharmed as he.” There, that was taking some leadership, and offering to help his teammate who didn’t seem to be in a good position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 20:07:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-b-lhr.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc1/t1/1619618_10151996926391785_622362038_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte Faylinn.<br><strong>Team:</strong> Clay Dewclaw.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria // Healing Arts Class.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team members, Headmaster Vainamoinen.<br><br><hr><br>To say that it was easy to get into Avalanche Academy would be the biggest lie anyone ever told. Ever. It was far from a breeze with it's tests and physical demands as well as many other things. She didn't really have the tolerance for tests, but managed them well enough, while her physical exams were much more to her liking, though still challenging. Her parents warned her, they warned her it would be difficult, but if it was easy then she wouldn't have felt as accomplished as she did. She'd worked hard to get where she was.<br><br>The Cafeteria was huge and full of students, old and new, though why they had to announce teams in the cafeteria among second and third years was beyond her. She was dressed in her school uniform with thigh high white stockings and polished black loafers, her strawberry blonde hair in its usual messy pigtails. Her warm, caramel eyes were framed with voluminous black lashes which only added to her cuteness factor. She sat quietly in amongst the other students, a smile at her glossy lips as the Headmaster began speaking, giving the expected speech before announcing teams. Charlotte fidgeted a little, feeling uncharacteristically nervous as he began calling out names. She watched the others as they rose, standing beside the Headmaster. When the older man announced the team name, Charlotte broke character for a second, almost snorting in disbelief. Was that supposed to be some sort of joke? <br><br>When her name was called after another three names, the girl stood from the table and made her way to join the others. It then became obvious just how much shorter than everyone else she was. She stood tall however, confident in herself as she stood in the spot light with the other members of her team. Their name was then revealed and she frowned; was there some sort of ongoing theme or a joke or something? Upon hearing the leaders name, the short girl glanced down the line, eyebrows raised as she inspected the rest of her team. When she caught sight of the other girl, only really looking at her for the first time, her eyes brightened; she was adorable! A hand raised to adjust her plush bunny hair clip before she followed the rest of the team off to attend their first class; the Healing Arts.<br><br>Charlotte frowned at Willum's comment, choosing to ignore him. When Caden spoke, taking charge immediately, Charlie pressed forward, her hands linking behind her back as she grinned. <strong>"Sure thing."</strong> Maybe hanging out wouldn't be too bad. As Willum spoke up again, commenting about the teacher for the class they were about to take, Charlotte shot him a frown before turning back to Caden as she continued her journey to class with the rest of her team.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 18:25:29</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Academy’s Kitchen</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari, Erik Vainamoinen </strong><br><br>She caught him by the ear just as he was making a way out of the kitchen and pulled him after her like one would with a naughty schoolboy. Vasili had to practically lower his body and follow her crouched due to her grip. She was much stronger than she liked to show otherwise and he was better off remembering that. <br><br>“Of course you were, Mr. Ilari.” she said in her usual unflinching tone. “We’ll just go see Headmaster Vainamoinen before heading to my next class where you can teach the new students about the importance of public property.” <br><br>As they passed the old janitor, Enya greeted him back with a nod of the head, not letting go of Vasili’s ear and thinking that perhaps she should have forced the thieving mercenary to clean toilets instead. She stopped in front of Erik Vainamoinen’s office and knocked briefly two times. <br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Cafeteria </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Clay Dewclaw teammates, Professor T</strong><br><br><br>Following her team members and feeling in a rather joyous mood because of Willum’s constant chitchat, Luna was glad she didn’t need to do the talking. Her teammates seemed polite and fun, which was really more than she expected. The blue haired girl made an effort to remember their names from the first time she heard them and in order to do this, she made use of associations. So Caden was the leader, Willum the loudmouth and Charlotte the cutesy. <br><br>When the brown haired boy addressed both her and Charlotte, Luna made her first attempt at conversation.<br><br>“My physical exam was almost the same as yours, but I liked it. Professor Tajeddigt is really unique.” She made another effort to pronounce the name as accurate as possible, which was in her nature, really. Luna feared that she might offend otherwise. Soon enough they reached the class door and as expected, Caden was the one to open it. <br><br>They all heard the sound of drums being played and saw the eccentric miss T dressed in her (un)usual attire. It contrasted so much with Luna’s dark&nbsp; purple dress inspired by Victorian fashion.&nbsp; The young girl was at a loss deciding whether she should say anything or simply step inside the room, careful not to break something. Out of all the plants decorating miss T’s classroom, the azalea on her desk was the most fetching one. <br><br>“Good day.” she finally managed to greet and stood away from the corridor so that the last student may close the door behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Team Wild Marmet (WMTT) </strong><br><br>No one could actually say that Armina was enjoying her class in a particular manner that day. Not even placing the weak kid of the team in what looked like a tight spot to his other team members didn’t seem to instill some sort of satisfaction on her features. She heard Mori’s silly verses of course and made no comment as she was only interested in direct approaches. It happened so often that her students avoided speaking their minds during her class, that the younger Horowitz sister had to wonder if any of them were really suited for the Hunter’s life. Of course, it never crossed her mind that she was the one intimidating them to the extreme in the first place. <br><br>Welkin was the first to test his weapon on the Ursa dummy according to her directions, but the kid simply had another idea in mind. <br><br>“Is that so?” she asked without malice, genuinely interested in his approach. “Very well, you two switch places and Poet Kid will take the first shot.” There was but a brief moment of silence in which Armina took a better look at their faces. Mori’s especially.<br><br>“Congratulations Mr. Graham, you just placed more pressure on your team member’s shoulders. Poet Kid, you have ten seconds to injure that Ursa. Don’t worry, it has sensors to measure the intensity of your hit.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 19:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/fbe3dc873d44c423b7ed4b4c306164dc/tumblr_my8zh2vNY11sojynho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tahira Atemu.<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria // Combat Class.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team members, Headmaster Vainamoinen, Armina Horowitz.<br><br><hr><br>Tahira found the entrance exam period easier than most; she excelled in the theory and written tests and wasn't terrible at the combat side of things either. However, that wasn't to say she didn't have it hard, just as she was sure the other students did. In fact, that hardest test for her was exactly that; the other students. Faculty was a different story, although she found them hard to acknowledge or even look at, she felt more comfortable with them than the other students. She found it impossible to look anyone in the eye, she didn't approach anyone, nor did she speak and because of this, she wasn't approached or spoke to either. After getting the exam period out of the way, Tahira became even more anxious at the thought of having to be apart of a team. Would they like her? Being a Faunus, she wasn't sure. Would she become friends with someone at any time? Or would she spend the rest of her semesters alone, despite being apart of a 'team'? She felt sick.<br><br>As she sat at the table in the Cafeteria with all the other students who'd managed to get into Avalanche Academy, as well as the older students who flooded the room as if watching some sort of puppet show, the pit in her stomach only grew and she thought for a moment that she may not be able to handle waiting. Had choosing to join really been the right decision? Though she was sat among many, the Faunus felt alone. As the Headmaster began giving his 'welcome' speech, if you could call it that, Tahira sank further into her self, her hands snug between her thighs, her shoulders hunched and head head down, golden, feline eyes cast at her trembling knees. Then, as if form out of nowhere, her name was called out, indicating she had to rise and join the line up in order to meet her predetermined teammates. Slowly, reluctantly, Tahira rose from her chair, slowly making her way to the line which she joined, eyes staring down at her feet without even a glance to the others or the Headmaster. She was dressed in the mandatory school uniform with the added knee high, black socks and comfortable black, slip on pumps that she favored. Her light blue hair was kept in her usual style, longer strands at the front which were pulled over her shoulders and shorter at the back. Her hair, human ears and the matching cat ears atop of her head were adorned with beautiful gold and blue Egyptian jewellery and half her face was covered by her signature black mask which was pulled up form under the crisp white shirt of her uniform.<br><br>The Faunus waited for what seemed like forever as her team name was spoken and they were asked to attend their first class; Combat Training with Armina Horowitz as their professor. Tahira hung back in the group, following at least three feet behind the others. She remained silent, eyes trained on the ground, shoulders hunched timidly as they made their way down the grand corridors of Avalanche Academy. <br><br>Upon arriving at the class, Tahira lined up, her ears focused as she listened to the female professor speak their names, along with an expectation of the class to follow. When requested to grab their weapons from the rack, the girl did so silently. Her feminine hands found comfort as she gripped the handles of her Golden Serket daggers and she felt a sudden relief bleed from her pours as she gripped at something familiar. Lifting her head for the firs time, her curious, almost inhuman eyes watched as her teammate now nicknamed 'Poet Kid' was asked to play damsel in distress. She then watched as their leader, she didn't recall his name....or any of her teams in fact, stepped forward, protesting that he would like to be the woman....or at least that's how she interpenetrated it. Maybe she was wrong? She eyed the 'leader' curiously and was a tiny bit surprised when the teacher agreed. Then the woman's intentions hit her like a sack of potato's; as the leader switched out, he was creating a more dangerous situation for the rest of the group, even though this was only a practice scenario. Her thoughts were confirmed when Armina mentioned the increased pressure of the squad. Her golden eyes then fell onto Poet Kid; she was curious as to how he would press forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 19:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> WMTT, Armina,<br><br>As Armina asked him a question, he gave a simple nod. “Yes. I have full confidence and faith in my team’s abilities here.” He knew they wouldn’t harm him, as like him they were already here. Should they have been that bad off, he figured they would have been disbarred from entering this year like other failed applicants. But as he switched Mori and he heard her words, he bristled a bit at her words. He was the one putting pressure on their shoulders? ‘Bullshit’ he thought mentally. The only person forcing that additional stress onto the team was her, trying to berate them for something that didn’t matter. They were already possibly worried about hitting Mori, and its not as if he was giving them that much more of a bulkier, easy to hit target.<br><br>Hope was held in both hands, the blade pointed down at the floor of the room as he stood tall and proud. Or at least the proudest he could do when his mood was slightly soured by Armina. Doing his best to not force that anger out and onto his face, he looked confidently at his team with a smile. He said nothing, but he hoped that such a display would take the wind out of Armina’s sails without her trying to one up him on this matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 20:34:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combat class/Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT) and Armina Horowitz<br><br>In his nearly autistic behaviour, Mori Koji' situation was getting worse time after time. After giving Armina reason to call him poet kid, he kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding everyone else's gazes. The arrogant Welkin showed his claws: he wanted to play the hero and volunteered to take his place next to the Ursa dummy - how lovely for the team leader, who did not know what Mori Koji was really capable of, to come and save the 'damsel in distress'. At first, his feelings were quite clear towards Welkin's initiative. The boy really wanted to show off his superhero side, to show ff how strong he was, to show off how good he was. The girls would be drooling at him at the end. Quite a predictable plan that Mori Koji ha already seen so many times. <br><br>A mix of jealousy and anger threatened to take Mori Koji over, but son his survival instincts spoke louder. The whole scene amused Mori Koji, who tried to hide a smile forming in the corner of his lips, as he silently enjoyed his feeling of superiority. At least, Mori Koji would get out of the danger zone, he pondered. For someone who had survived to the hard life in the streets, that was a basic rule: avoid problem, whenever possible. Not that Mori Koji was a coward. What the dismal poet wanted was to survive. His entire life had been a struggle with no parents, no support, no friendly hand. Seeing a <em>petit burgeois</em> playing the hero and taking the risks only showed Mori Koji' superiority.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVpFjKvFnk4/T15siPBO3PI/AAAAAAAADts/pFeWGWynFSQ/s1600/yatagan%2Bfull2.jpg)</div>" Still in silence and with his hands in the pocket, Mori Koji moved to the attacking position, some 5 metres in front of the Ursa dummy. For the first time, he raised his head and his sad eyes saw something different from shoes. Momentarily, he looked at Armina as if looking for her approval. Mori Koji did not know why on Earth he did it. Anyway, it was just a moment, possibly the scantily dressed woman had not even realized it. It took a couple of seconds for him to assess the target, quite larger than he thought - he had never seen an Ursa before. He swiftly took his Magnhild (http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Magnhild) and locked the target. <br><br>Nah... ", Mori said, recognizing a grenade launcher would cause too much mess in the room. "Let me try this one", he muttered to himself as if no one was around him, pulling a blade out from the scabbard in his back. 'There I go', the poet kid thought to himself as he rushed with impressive enthusiasm for such a depressing character. He was not doing that for himself - as he took the blade given to him by his beloved Gureisi Keri, Mori Koji was honoring the only person who had made him smile, the only person who looked at him tenderly, the only person who treated him with respect. His grip was firm, as if Gureisi Keri was incarnated in that blade. That blow was for all the love for Gureisi Keri he had dammed in his heart. He was going to show Welkin and Armina what he was capable of.<br><br>"YAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"<br><br>Mori Koji hit the dummy with everything he had. The point is that everything he had was completely out of focus and he was unprepared for the elastic effect of the Ursa dummy. At first, the dummy retreated as a result of his blow, accumulating all the power used by Mori. In the next instant, the Ursa dummy had its sweet revenge, hitting Mori Koji back and throwing him away. Taken by surprise, Mori Koji flew backwards, exactly at the feet of Tamika and Tahira. Feeling some physical pain, he kept his eyes closed. Greater than the body pain wast humiliation. Facing Armina and Welkin again would be too hard for him. What was he doing in the Avalanche Academy after all? The only thing he could feel was that the blade was still in his hand. At least, he was bloody determined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 21:38:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Combat Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All teammates of Wild Marmet, Armina Horowitz<br><br>When Tamika arrived with the others of the team into where they would have their first class with&nbsp; Armina Horowitz and her first impression of a strong woman that she may admire was shattered right then.&nbsp; She had a frosty attitude yes, and yes, she could be rude to others at times, but it was just because she didn’t know how to communicate with others.&nbsp; The fact that she basically putting them all down right off the bat and told them that the only reason they were there was because there wasn’t much to choose from stung the pride of the icy young lady.&nbsp; She knew that she wasn’t the best yet but to come from a family of hunters like she had, especially when she had known they were some of the best at least in their hometown Armina’s words weren’t swallowed but burned.&nbsp; Unlike the others though she wasn’t paying enough attention to say whether they did or not Tamika didn’t look away as her father’s words rang through her head from years past.&nbsp; <em>A Ming always meets another’s eyes so the true family heritage can always shine through</em><br><br>The young woman frowned at the way their teacher was looking at Mori Koji and the automatic nickname she gave him wasn’t helping the woman’s case as Tamika saw that as bullying and nothing more.&nbsp; Listening to what the teacher wanted him to do and then the rest of them to do was actually not really smart at least the direction that she was looking at it.&nbsp; She could hear as Mori Koji went to as asked was saying something like a poem to himself and had her more curious of the male than what she original was.&nbsp; She saw the way he was dressed and remembered how he seemed when they were all walking together.&nbsp; That is when some of the pieces of the puzzle fell together about him that reminded her of something else her father use to say.&nbsp; <em>Sometimes humans can be worse then the creatures we fight.&nbsp; Bullies and people that push others down are the worse type to me.</em> She realized that he had been bullied and hurt most of his life.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She couldn’t say much about the others yet but she figured that she would learn more about Tahira Atemu and Welkin Graham as time went on.&nbsp; Tamika frowned slightly though she wasn’t why Welkin was asking to switch with the other boy, but she didn’t say anything as she didn’t feel that it was her place.&nbsp; She didn’t know if offering to switch would make things better worse for Mori Koji and even Welkin Graham himself.&nbsp; The frown that was on her face only increased at their instructor’s words and she found herself tensing up in anger that she didn’t usually feel.&nbsp; Tamika didn’t know that she was thinking along similar lines as Tahira and she could only watch as the two boys switched places. <br><br>Welkin seemed quite confident that things would turn out alright but Tamika had a slightly sinking feeling in her stomach.&nbsp; She watched as he seemed to be debating between weapons and pulled out a sword making cocked her head curiously to the side to see what would happen.&nbsp; She continued watching as he charged toward the dummy and the sinking feeling didn’t go away and the moment that Mori Koji had been flung backwards by the practice landing at her and Tahira’s feet something within her snapped.&nbsp; She helped Koji to his feet already feeling the temperature around her going cold and she swiftly let go after making sure that he was steady afraid of what he would think of the cold around her.<br><br>“Honestly…” She muttered turning her eyes toward their ’teacher’.&nbsp; “Ma’am, if I could be so blunt…”&nbsp; Tamika spoke out.&nbsp; “Playing trust games with a team that has only been formed in the past maybe half hour at the latest is not very bright.&nbsp; Because despite the fact that we would never want to hurt each other or ourselves accidents do happen.&nbsp; And is more than likely to happen to a newly formed team as the team don’t know each other yet and is really nervous.”&nbsp; Her voice sounded calm and cool like it always did, since the moment of her family’s death.&nbsp; <br><br>“And to be blunt again.&nbsp; I don’t think it wise to bully the students.&nbsp; What does it really prove…”&nbsp; Tamika placed her hand on Koji’s shoulder now that her temperature was back to normal again.&nbsp; She had a feeling she was going to be placed on the teacher’s not like list. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 22:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/fbe3dc873d44c423b7ed4b4c306164dc/tumblr_my8zh2vNY11sojynho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tahira Atemu.<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combat Class.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team members, Armina Horowitz.<br><br><hr><br>Tahira watched as her teammate 'Poet Kid' rushed forward, delivering a powerful strike to the Ursa dummy beside Welkin. Unfortunately, the strike was too messy; completely uncontrolled. It resulted in the dummies retaliation, springing back into place to knock Mori off his feet and back toward the girls. The Faunus cast her gaze down to him, feeling a little embarrassed for him in all honesty, however, she didn't attempt to help him up despite a look of concern flashing across her pretty features. The girl beside her had a bolder approach, however, helping her teammate to his feet before openly defying the professor with her words. The blue hair girl flushed, feeling somewhat drawn in to the matter; yes, she didn't particularly agree with the woman's methods, but this was only supposed to be an exercise to make them better individually, gauge their ability and introduce each other to their different fighting style and weapons. Tahira didn't speak, instead, she just cast her glance away from everybody in the room, looking downward to the right.<br><br>Was this really what her team was made up of? Loud, opinionated, intimidating, weird individuals? Was she the only sane one to do what was asked of her? Her hands gripped at her daggers, finger nails digging into her palms lightly as she tried to understand what each of them were thinking. Their supposed leader, making it harder for the team by making himself the one in need of saving. The other female, speaking up with defiance. And Poet Kid, making a fool of himself by rushing in without any thought of how much power one should apply to his strikes or where the best hit would need to be placed. If this was a real mission, their leader would have offered himself up and subsequently would have been captured by the enemy, leaving his teammates leaderless, the other girl would be questioning the whole thing and the other kid would be getting himself injured by doing something stupid without thinking. The girl closed her eyes, frowning lightly to herself; this was going to be a tough time for her. Tahira sucked in a quiet breath as she turned back to the exercise, her eyes on the teach as she&nbsp; tried to predict how she would act.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 17:02:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combat class/Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT) and Armina Horowitz<br><br>Such was the consternation in Mori Koji' soul that momentarily the lonely boy thought he had actually passed away. He held the grip on his dagger and felt its coldness - his touch was still feeling the blade, but wouldn't it feel in the after life? After all, Mori Koji had never been there. What brought him back to reality was another sensorial experience, the kind of he would never expect. As soft fingers gripped his hands and arms, Mori Koji suddenly came back to life. An alluring touch, a delicate touch that only one person was capable of.<br><br>His heart skipped a beat. Was it Gureisi Keri?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Why so much drama with a single touch?</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gureisi Keri had been the only girl to touch him in his entire life. Associating Tamika's touch to her deceased friend's was natural</div></div><br>Only then, Mori Koji gathered courage to open his eyes. When Mori Koji opened his dark turquoise eyes, he realized it was one of the girls in his team helping him - the leadership was more worried about showing off than introducing themselves to each other, so he did not know her name. As the dark-haired girl helped Mori Koji to stand up up, he felt her soft hand skin on his hands and on his arms, covered by his loose green pullover. No, it was not Gureisi Keri. She was gone forever since her murder in the Faunus Rights Revolution and would never come back. Mori Koji had to get used to that - five years of suffering were not enough so far. Even so, as their bodies were very close to each other, Mori Koji had no doubts that both girls were of comparable beauty.<br><br>As Mori Koji was standing up,&nbsp; his gaze met Tamika's for a brief moment. Possibly, the pretty girl had not even realized his astonishment, because she was more worried about Professor Armina Horowitz. In no time, she was venting out all her opinions in a way Mori Koji had never made. In that moment, she had gained his admiration. However, he felt that the girl's defense on his own incompetence could be triggering an equal reaction from Professor Armina Horowitz.<br><br>"Take it easy, girl", Mori Koji said in a low voice, while Tamika was boldly taking his defense against Professor Armina Horowitz's bullying. Her character was really good: Mori Koji did not even know her name, but he started to like her attitude. He wanted to interrupt her, even though he could not. He was not that brave. <br><br>On the other hand, Tahira did not even more a finger, although she was not far from him. It was as if he did not exist. Welkin Graham, the bold leader, continued to hold his shining sword as if he were the most handsome knight in the world. Anyway, Mori Koji did not care, since his attention was focused on Tamika' speech, which finally came to an end.<br><br>"Thank you", Mori Koji spoke right after her, not giving time for anyone else. "But I need to take care of myself...this is why I am here", Mori Koji said as he turned to the Ursa dummy once more. The clock showed that ten seconds were already gone. He swallowed dry and turned his body to Professor Armina Horowitz. <br><br>"Sorry about this, Professor Horowitz...", Mori Koji spoke with his gaze on her boots. "I suspect I did not score well....what have I done wrong? How can I....", he hesitated momentarily, wondering whether he should finish the question. "How can I improve?", Mori Koji asked humbly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 20:53:43</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Team Wild Marmet (WMTT) </strong><br><br>What she did next, was to watch Mori try his luck with the dummy and how his luck just ran out. Without any comments, her gaze followd the kid’s body as it was sent through the air all the way back to his team mates. As expected, at least one of the girls helped him up, which was admirable of course, but it made the team lose a few more precious seconds because of it. <br><br>She listened patiently to Tamika and then to Mori’s questions. Finally someone had some sense. <br><br>“Miss Ming,” she replied to the girl’s assertive words in a dry tone “two of your team mates have been splintered by an Ursa Major and the best you can do is to comment the orders given. Poet Kid may have had a chance in the last four seconds of his time, but you’ve wasted them also. At least he had the decency to pose the right questions.” <br><br>Now she addressed the whole team, looking at each in return, besides Welkin.<br><br>“If you have a problem with my teaching methods, don’t come to class. Better drop school while at it, because without the combat class none of you can ever dream of becoming a Hunter. If you have a problem with my teaching methods and want to do something about it, improve your skills, graduate and become teachers yourselves. <br><br>Now Miss Ming, you can either give your shot on the dummy or leave the room. I heard the Healing Arts teacher is always happy to welcome new students at her class. Though I must advise that all of you learn NOT how to get injured first, then think about healing others. As for you, ” she said addressing Mori Koji one more time “you’re here to find out the answer to all those questions. And improving is what you’ll get to do because there’s no other option available for any of you unless it’s your desire to die young. Don’t think even for a second that’s romantic when your guts are hanging out of your bodies, because that’s what the Grimm do.”<br><br>As she waited for Tamika’s decision,&nbsp; Armina eyed the last girl once again. Tahira remained quiet the whole time and unflinching. She liked that. For Armina, action was always better than words. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 00:08:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e3VBMAf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caden Walker<br><strong>Team:</strong>&nbsp; Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw &amp; Professor T<br><br><hr><br>Nodding at Willium's comment about Tajeddigt, Caden did think that the tests she had them perform were a little strange. Honestly, he couldn't see how touching your toes or keeping your balance had anything to do with a basic health exam. Despite the odd behaviors of the professor though, there was probably an underlying reason for them. This was far from a normal school anyways and Tajeddigt was a far from normal teacher, so Caden wasn't really to concerned with it. As the team made their way to class, Caden listened to Willium and Luna as they talked, smiling a bit at Luna's attempt to say 'Tajeddigt'.<br><br>Everything seemed to be running a lot smoother than Caden had hoped. Charlotte hadn't talked much, but from what Caden could tell, she seemed pretty happy as she followed along. Feeling content himself, he was glad that his team was already shaping up to be an amazing team. Silently listening the rest of the way to class, Caden held the door open waiting for the rest of his team to file in. The sound of bongos filled the room as Caden softly shut the door behind him, trying not to disturb Proffessor T's session. A few brief moments of silence passed before Luna broke it, greeting the oddly dressed professor. Taking a few steps further into the classroom, Caden couldn't help but look around. It was more of a greenhouse than a classroom but, one could easily assume, that the plants had more of a purpose than just decoration.<br><br>Turing back around to face his professor, Caden gave a slight bow before speaking. <strong>"Yes, hello Professor T."</strong> He finished saying before standing up straight again. <strong>"We're Team Dewclaw."</strong> Caden said, turning back to look at his team. <strong>"I hope we're in the right place?"</strong> Caden questioned even though he was sure that this was Healing Arts 101. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 01:03:33</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 - Various Halls<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya Horowitz<br><hr><br>Vasili was almost free.<br>Almost to the door. The plan was to ditch the broom, possibly throwing it <em>at</em> Enya, and then sprinting to the hidden place where he stashed his stuff. From there, it was a quick dash out of the main gate.<br>If Enya was <em>that</em> desperate to get him and closed the gate, then hopping the wall is an option.<br>After that, turning around and mocking Enya would have been in order. Possibly some jokes about how too short of a leash the Headmaster kept it's authoritive Dog on.<br><br>Of course...this was <em>if</em> he made it.<br>Which he didn't.<br>His biggest mistake?<br>Glancing towards the door.<br>In that brief moment of looking away, Enya lashed out and caught the Tiger's ear on the right side of his head and yanked.<br>"AH!!"<br>His eyes went wide and he bowed to the side trying to relieve the sudden pinching and tugging pain on his ear.<br>"Okay, okay! I'll go along quietly! Just let g-OW!"<br><br>His worries weren't at the fact that he was being publicly dragged around like a naughty child.<br>He was worried his ear really might get ripped off.<br>The whole time he was being dragged the only thing coming out of his mouth was, "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!!!"<br><br>When they stopped in front of the Headmasters door, Vasili slowly reached up with his hands.<br>He winced and slowed his breathing as he tried to look up and see how he would go about getting Enya's fingers off of his Ear.<br>Honestly, the Merc should've just grabbed her hand, wrenched her fingers apart, and bolted for the door. Vasili looked as if he were dismantling a Bomb more than anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 01:12:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> WMTT, Armina,<br><br>Welkin believed in letting his teammates speak their mind, but right now challenging a teachers authority on the first assignment of the first day was getting to be a bit heavy. He could let it slide – given his ‘experience’ with the others in his team was little, perhaps that was wise, or... He really didn’t like Armina, but he could sort of see where this was going. Teamwork wasn’t innate, trust wasn’t innate. He did his best to quietly aid his team by trying to put Mori in less of a spot, but between his attack and Tamira questioning, he believed it best to try and act the part of captain. Taking a light breath he put on his best authoritative voice he could.&nbsp; Not usually a stern man, his firmer and more confident voice would speak a few moments after Armina.<br><br>“Alright. We’ve been given an order. Let’s get it done, team.” As he said such, he gripped Hope in a more combative manner as his boots ground against the floor. Beginning to assume a combat stance, his blade arced out in a wide but focused strike against the shoulder of the Ursa dummy. Using his blades reach to keep some distance from the dummy, he did a strike he had done countless times before... But this time the dummy was bigger. As the blade connected and the impact was heard, he backed away slightly, trying to give his teammates an opening. “Now strike!” Again, his voice was sharp, looking to his team. “Give it your all and be careful!”<br><br>Okay, well it was time to tell whether thye’d see him as a hardass, or someone just trying to lead the team by example. While he feared it may be the former, he hoped they’d at least recognize what he was trying to do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 01:41:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i7.minus.com/jxBjetxhc0SaH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Professor 'T'<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Healing Arts Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Clay Dewclaw, one other NPC team<br><br>Eight students, all in all, would eventually settle into her class. There were seats, of course; like most of the classes, this was set up in an auditorium style, with enough seating space for 20 people.&nbsp; The other team was one of the others that was new to the school this year.<br><br>As each one passed by, their teacher would stare at them. There was an oddity about the skull mask; it did not show her eyes. Where they ought to be, there was just black, empty pits. This usually unsettled people, but the truly perceptive might see how this was accomplished; a thin, gauze-y, black cloth was on the inside of the skull; probably part of a lining to make it more comfortable to wear. Presumably, she had no problems seeing through the material, it just had the effect of blocking her eyes from being seen. <br><br>"hmmm, Dewclaw." She says the word experimentally, the tapping on her drums slowly fading into nothingness. The wooden instrument would soon find its way beneath her desk, and she arose, slithering her way over to them. "Is it?" She asked&nbsp; Caden, seemingly mocking his question; but no, she wasn't. She said it far too seriously, too heavily, for it to be an insult or a joke. "That's a question for you to answer, not me." Oh gods above, the class is just beginning, and she's already being cryptic. <br><br>"So! I am Professor Trajeddigt. Or just 'T', like that sappy drink your folk make." She made a reference to the pine needle tea that many people in Eis drank to keep them warm. "And it is my task to teach you all how to handle yourselves when you are injured. I will also be teaching you the valuable skill of <em>avoiding</em> injury. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, after all."<br><br>As she spoke, she would be moving back to her desk; backwards. She looked like she was moving forwards, but nope, she was moving backwards; did not let a single one of her charges out of her sight. Nor did she run into anything, she casually maneuvered around her desk, and settled upon it in a decidedly casual, un-teacher-ly manner. "<strong>First, know thyself.</strong>" She was quiet for a moment, as she contorted backwards to open one of the desk drawers.<br><br>"<strong>Tick tock!</strong> Quick, <em>you</em>," She gestured to Caden with an outstretched finger. "How does what I just say correspond to yesterday's physical exam? <strong>Seven.</strong>" For those curious as to how the number has anything at all to do with her question, all they had to do was wait a single second to hear... "<strong>Six.</strong>" She's counting down. He had about five seconds to not only come up with an answer, but to deliver it as well.&nbsp; And he would have to do it while she was counting down aloud. <br><br>Meanwhile, she was busy spooning some dried, flaky, powdery substance from the glass jar she had acquired from her desk. It was clearly marked 'Purple Moth Powder'; and that spooned out portion?&nbsp; It disappears up under her mask, and apparently, is consumed straight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 01:53:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.minus.com/jby4C6H7MqPrv1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Vainamoinen<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya, Vasili<br><br>The moment they stopped outside his door, he opened it. "Ahh, I was expecting you. What seems to be the problem?" How, one might ask, was he expecting them? Well, Erik might be getting up there in age, but his ears were still pretty damn good. And let's face it, Ilari made plenty of noise! <br><br>The Headmaster was garbed in&nbsp; his typical robes, leaning ever so slightly upon his staff, which rested easily on the ground. He briefly took in the scene, with an almost apologetic smile given to the mercenary, before his gaze settled on who was by far his strictest staff member. Still, he could not find fault with her. Everyone had their own complaints about each and every member of the faculty; but the fact was, they were doing damn good with what they had. Erik was not one to argue with results, and as long as the teachers continued to do well, he was content to leave them to it. <br><br>Of course, if they actually did something well and truly wrong, he'd say something. No, he'd <em>do</em> something. But his faculty had never crossed the line, and he was certain, they would never. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 20:58:30</strong>
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				<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>Healing Arts Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw, Professor T<br><br>The frown that Charlie shot him had Willum raise a questioning eyebrow, but he became distracted by Luna's answer.&nbsp; There was a small smile knowing that he hadn't been the only one to have undergone such a strange physical, and already he was feeling some semblance of solidarity with his teammates.&nbsp; Things were definitely looking pretty good, and he felt a bit hopeful about their future together.&nbsp; As they got closer to the Healing Arts room, he could pick up the sounds of bongos.&nbsp; Listening to the beat, he tried to hum softly along with it, the rhythm sparking a little teaser of a memory when he was really young.<br>"Well, strange as she is, she's got a good beat going," Willum idly commented, bobbing his head a little.&nbsp; "And kudos on trying to say her name.&nbsp; I don't think I'll be giving it a try, probably bite my tongue in the process."<br><br>When the finally reached the classroom, Willum let everyone go in first before stepping inside and closing the door behind him.&nbsp; Taking a look around, he whistled appreciatively at the sheer amount of plant life inside of it.&nbsp; Given how cold and barren Eis was, he had never seen so many varieties of plants, and all of them lush and in good health at that.&nbsp; Being the healing arts class, he guessed that they all had some kind of medicinal value, or perhaps some of them had strange poisons that could be used for something exotic.&nbsp; Regardless, that they were all here and well cared for meant that Professor Trajeddigt was quite a skilled herbalist, and his respect for the incredibly oddly dressed woman rose.&nbsp; Seriously though, did she ever get cold dressed like that?<br><br>Taking a seat, he watched the... well performance of the teacher with some amusement.&nbsp; He was quite impressed by the way she smoothly moved, and he noticed quickly how she was able to move without having to watch where she was going.&nbsp; She was obviously very familiar with her surroundings, and had memorized it all until it was second nature.&nbsp; Probably the classroom was an extension of her body, though he wasn't going to take the metaphor much farther than that.&nbsp; When she snapped her question at Caden, Willum had to forcibly keep his mouth shut from answering or raising his hand.&nbsp; It had been directed at his leader, and it would be interesting to see how Caden would respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 02:47:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combat class/Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT) and Armina Horowitz <br><br>Mori Koji listened Professor Armina Horowitz to scold him with his head lowered. That was not the first time, neither would it be the last time. Mori Koji had indeed learned that actions were better than words but from a completely different perspective of Professor Armina Horowitz. Quietly, his struggle was to prevent his eyes from reddening. He swallowed dry, took a deep breath and blinked several times. It had not worked many times before and there was no reason to work.<br><br>But it worked. Mori Koji was slowly starting to build inside the will to win. Departing&nbsp; from the fear of humiliation - the mere idea that Welkin Graham or the other gorgeous stranger girl could later mock at him - gave him strength to resist.<br><br>Even so, Mori Koji was not yet ripe enough for life. His hands shook as the lonely boy wanted to hold the hand of the pretty Oriental girl - Miss Ming, according to Professor Armina Horowitz -, and ask her to stop. There was no pointing in arguing with authority, even though Mori Koji had absolutely loved her words and attitude. Not like Gureisi Keri, but certainly as honorable. Quietly, all left to Mori Koji was to pray for Miss Ming to make the right decision. May the Dust be with Miss Ming.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 07:25:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e3VBMAf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caden Walker<br><strong>Team:</strong>&nbsp; Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Healing Arts Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor T &amp; Team Dewclaw<br><br><hr><br><strong>"That's a question for you to answer, not me."</strong><br><br>Caden raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, not expecting that kind of a response from a professor. While Caden was in combat school, he had grown accustomed to professors teaching in black and white. Something was either right or wrong and there was no in-between. Perhaps Caden wasn't confused by Tajeddigt's response, but maybe a little surprised and unaccustomed to her methods. On top of that, he had heard how different Professor T was and, if the classroom and bongo playing didn't give it away, the way she spoke definitely did. Silently making his way over to his desk, Caden sat down quietly as he continued to listen to 'T' speak. <br><br><strong>"So! I am Professor Trajeddigt. Or just 'T', like that sappy drink your folk make."</strong> Caden couldn't help but smile at the professor's joke, whether it was intentional or not. Caden watched as 'T' made her way to her desk in a very odd manner, walking backwards the entire time. Caden was half tempted to yell out to make sure she didn't run into anything, only to be slightly amazed at the professor's maneuverability. <strong>"And it is my task to teach you all how to handle yourselves when you are injured."</strong> Caden nodded silently to himself. That much, he already assumed. <br><br><strong>"I will also be teaching you the valuable skill of avoiding injury. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, after all."</strong> Caden casually adjusted his eye-patch, something he usually did when he thinking. <em>"It makes sense that Trajeddigt is teaching all of us how to become better in the art of healing."</em> Caden thought to himself as he made the final adjustments to his eye-patch. <em>"But avoiding injury...?"</em> Caden glanced around the exotic looking room, looking at each of his teammates briefly before finally focusing on 'T'. <em>"...wouldn't that be better suited for combat class?"</em> Caden was beginning to zone out, when 'T' decided to display her flexibility by reaching into one of her drawers.<br><br>Honestly, it was an impressive display of pliability while at the same time, being a little disturbing. Thinking back to his last thought, maybe that was why Trajeddigt was teaching "How to Avoid Being Hit 101". <strong>"Tick tock! Quick, <em>you</em>,"</strong> As soon as 'T' said "<em>you</em>", Caden made eye contact with the professor. Or, at least what he thought were her eyes. Taken back by the sudden change in pace, Caden sat up in his chair and listened. <strong>"How does what I just say correspond to yesterday's physical exam?"</strong> <em>"Oh, that's an ea-"</em> Caden's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a <strong>"Seven."</strong> <br><br><strong>"Seven?"</strong> Caden said out loud, not entirely sure as to what 'T' was talking about. <strong>"Six"</strong> Caden's eyes slightly widened as he realized what the numbers were for. He was being timed. Taking a deep breath in, Caden relaxed, silently leaning back in his chair. He had no problem recollecting yesterday's event, since it was possibly one of the weirdest/oddest things that he had ever experienced. Besides the basic checkup, 'T' made Caden perform a bunch of stretches, a lot of which seemed unimportant or impossible to do. Nodding to himself in affirmation, Caden knew, more or less, what the answer was. Sitting up straight, Caden smiled as he began speaking. <br><br><strong>"The best way to deal with an injury is to not get injured at all."</strong> Caden spoke, pausing a bit before quickly realizing 'T' wasn't stopping the countdown. <strong>"The best way not to get injured is to avoid being hit. That's why you wanted to see how we could perform different stretches."</strong> Caden continued. <strong>"It was to gauge our flexibility and maneuverability. The more flexible we are, there is less of a chance of us being hit."</strong> Caden said before leaning back into his seat once more.<strong> "Which is good. You said it yourself Professor 'T'; An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."</strong> He concluded, waiting for 'T' to finish her countdown. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 20:30:38</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Headmaster's Office</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari, Erik Vainamoinen </strong><br><br>Enya smiled at his comment. Of course he was expecting them, no doubt. She ushered Vasili into the office and without any other introduction to their reason for being there, Enya addressed Vainamoinen directly:<br>"Caught him stealing again, from the kitchen. I suggest we give him something to do around here, for two main reasons: one, to pay off everything he wrecked or stole in the past six months. Two, we can definitely keep a closer eye on him this way. Can’t do much damage under surveillance."<br><br>She glared into the merc’s eyes as she said that last sentence before returning&nbsp; her gaze to the old man.<br><br>"I’ll be taking him to my class next and organize a little trip to Schwarz. We’ll be taking supplies and a Beacon there so I’ll be needing the extra help."<br><br>Next she’d look at Vasili again with stern features.<br><br>"He already helped with ‘organizing’ some of them so I assume he’s very willing to help, aren’t you Mr. Ilari?"<br><br>Enya would have trouble taking him along without the Headmaster’s permission, but she valued Erik’s opinion greatly. Usually she didn’t need counseling of any sort, for she rarely acted without thinking on the matter from every perspective.&nbsp; However this time it wasn’t just about her, but the students as well. Having someone like Vasili around them maybe wasn’t the best idea, she doubted he had anything good to give them as an example.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 01:06:08</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 - Headmasters Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya Horowitz, Erik Vainamoinen<br><hr><br>Ushered?<br>More like dragged.<br>Enya didn't release her claws on him until they were well enough inside the Office to cut off Vasili's exit. But, by then, Vasili wasn't so caring about his exit as much as he was about his ear.<br>He grumbled about how much it hurt and the fact that she drew blood. Was this person really a seasoned Mercenary and professional Hitman?<br>Then she spoke.<br>When Vasili heard what she was saying, he just <em>had</em> to butt in and get his say in.<br>...of course, without waiting for Miss Tight Pants to finish.<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Caught him stealing again, from the kitchen."</span></em><br><br>"Leftovers you're about to throw out is not stealing!"<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"I suggest we give him something to do around here..."</span></em><br><br>"I can be your new School Doc, cuz you need a chill pill!"<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"...for two main reasons: one, to pay off everything he wrecked or stole in the past six months."</span></em><br><br>"You make it sound like I'm some poor kid off the goddamned street! I can get more money than you on one job, than you can in your entire career!"<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Two, we can definitely keep a closer eye on him this way."</span></em><br><br>"Are you even listening to me?"<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Can’t do much damage under surveillance."</span></em><br><br>"Old man, you're listening, right?"<br>Vasili went to glare at Enya after his words and found himself glaring back at her. When she looked away he stuck his tongue out at her like some 5-year-old would.<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"I’ll be taking him to my class next"</span></em><br><br>"Why?"<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"...and organize a little trip to Schwarz. We’ll be taking supplies and a Beacon there so I’ll be needing the extra help."</span></em><br><br>"What? Can't do it yourself? And what do you think I do with all the food I liberate from the Kitchen?"<br><br>By now Vasili wasn't bothering to look at either of them.<br>In fact, he was no longer standing next to Enya like a good boy. No, he was looking at all the stuff in the Headmaster's Office like some important official would.<br>Besides, it was obvious what was going to happen.<br>Though, however much he knew his fate and that not speaking anymore would lessen his punishment, he still couldn't stop his mouth from moving, nor the words from coming out.<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"He already helped with ‘organizing’ some of them so I assume he’s very willing to help, aren’t you Mr. Ilari?"</span></em><br><br>"Sure. I'll be happy to hold your hand and escort you across the field. I've helped old ladies from Town to Town a bunch of times, most of them on my own free will. And if you're really nice, I may just treat you to a warm meal when we get to Schwarz...or does the Ice Queen enjoy her meals just as cold as she is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 03:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.minus.com/jby4C6H7MqPrv1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Vainamoinen<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya, Vasili<br><br>Sigh. These two... this isn't the first time, definitely won't be the last. "I'm sure Professor Trajeddigt," He managed to pronounce her name, a small accomplishment, to be sure. The secret was in clicking ones tongue at that intiial 't', and dragging out the d's ever so slightly.&nbsp; And the 'g' was <em>almost</em> silent. Quite the tongue twister, "has something that can calm you both down." He says this with a wry smile. Truth was, it was kind of hard not to laugh at their antics, some times.<br><br>"Well, yes. I do know, from speaking with the mayor, that there was a delay in putting together the next food shipment to Schwarz. I can understand his worry over the matter... though this was perhaps not the most prudent way to address it." Ahh, diplomacy. Let's see how well this works. "The good news is, that will be able to be sent out tomorrow. I am planning to assign two of the new teams to it. Miss Horowitz, I would like you to escort them, and analyze how well they are getting along as a team. If there's any conflicts now, it would behoove us to address the situation, before it has a more tragic result. Since you will be gone for a few days for this task, I'll also need your syllabus, so I can fill in." Erik knew enough that he could make a fitting substitute teacher for most of the classes; not combat or healing, but the other subjects they taught? He could do a passable job of it. Still, the actual teachers, needless to say, were far better than him.<br><br>"And Mister Ilari," He said this in a tone that was both commanding, and yet, sincerely warm and amiable. It's an interesting trick of his; the Headmaster has a silk tongue, some might say. He's a good orator. "You will escort the children as well. Your post is, after all, in Schwarz.&nbsp; Tomorrow morning, I'll summon the students to my office for the task... until then, you are at Miss Horowitz's disposal." He was looking at them both as he said this. "And I am also certain you will both conduct yourselves with professionalism." He still maintained that sort of familial warmth as he spoke; not berating them or insulting them for their performance, merely pointing out the perceived shortcoming in an indirect manner. <br><br>As for things in his office, Erik had a few bookshelves with books on world history, world politics, a particularly informative book called 'On The Geographical Mapping of Eis', and some fiction. There were two trophies, one being a silver medal given to the Salutatorian of Eis, dated back to the time when he was attending the academy as a student, and the other was a trophy from almost thirty years ago for coming in first place in a skiing competition; a feat he probably wouldn't be able to duplicate these days. <br><br>He also had two paintings on the walls, one being a rather lush depiction of Vale's Forest of Forever Fall, and the other one being a rather graphic depiction of 'The Hanging of Saron The Betrayer', a famous serial killer that plagued Eis back before even Erik himself was born. <br><br>There was also his desk, which was made of the local wood; it had a burnished orange/yellow hue to it.&nbsp; It was well-worn, with superficial nicks and scratches in it here and there, but over all, the desk was kept in good shape. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 01:08:52</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Academy grounds </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari, Erik Vainamoinen </strong><br><br>While the Headmaster spoke, Enya had her eyes on Vasili. The man couldn’t stand still for one damned minute. He seemed keen on having the last word, too, but that was a feat he had to earn rather than impose on others. <br>The reference on old ladies almost made her smile and in another situation she would have done it too. Yet now she was focused on what the headmaster had to say and if her suggestions reached his ears in the right way. <br>She nodded&nbsp; at Erik’s last statement and arranged her skirt once she was ready to go. <br><br>“I’ll give it to you via email.” she said referring to her syllabus “I’m sure the students won’t cause you any trouble while I’m away. Have you decided on the two teams which I’ll take to Schwarz? And who’s our contact person there? I heard there’s been some changes in their outpost staff last time I spoke with them.“<br><br>Enya’s cold blue eyes settled on Vasili’s frame once more as he resumed exploring the office like it belonged to him. <br><br>“Stop being rude, Mr. Ilari. You might break something valuable. Some of those things are worth twice as the money you make on one job and I do in my entire career.”&nbsp; She looked like she wasn’t paying attention to his ramblings, but she caught every word. It was in her nature to pay attention to details as it was in her nature to ignore the kind of silly challenges Vasili usually liked to throw around. But this time she couldn’t help herself. The whole situation was rather humorous. <br><br>When Vainamoinen mentioned that the mercenary would be at her disposal for the remaining of the day, she grinned. <br><br>“That would be all, Erik.” She said in a warm tone, which was a rare thing for her to do.&nbsp; She headed for the exit and beckoned the merc to come as well. <br><br>“Follow me, Mr. Ilari. We need to settle you in for the night first.” <br><br>This time she let him walk at his own pace.&nbsp; There was still enough time before her next class to take him to the staff dorm and have a room ready for his stay. They left the school building and crossed the closed bridge which linked the classes to the dorms. It looked like a tunnel made of glass except for the stone floor.&nbsp; They stopped in front of her room first. <br><br>“There’s something I need to take for my class.” Enya unbuttoned her shirt and pulled out the key attached to the chain around her neck, giving Vasili a short peak into heaven, as they say.&nbsp; She unlocked the door and left it wide open, then stepped into the room.&nbsp; The walls were painted white and she had black furniture which gave the whole place a rather cold, sterile mood. It was spotless.&nbsp; On top of her bed hanged her whip, which was placed on the wall like a hunting trophy. She took it and attached it to the belt. <br>“Right, now about your room.”&nbsp; <br><br>There was a screen on the left wall right next to the door. She called in the administration.<br><br>“Good day Ms. Beatrice, is room 202 available?”<br><br>“Hello Ms. Horowitz. “A friendly voice quickly replied. “The one next to yours? I believe it is.” <br><br>“Very well, send someone over with the key, Mr. Ilari will be taking it for the night.”&nbsp; <br><br>She ended the conversation and turned around to face her guest. <br><br>“Sit.” She said like she was addressing a dog and pointed to one of the chairs. “I’ll make some tea while we wait.” <br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: T’s classroom</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Clay Dewclaw teammates, Professor T</strong><br><br>Luna was happy to take a seat as close as possible to the teacher. She wanted to make sure that there won’t be anything missed out from the lesson, although that was impossible considering the way Professor T gave her ‘lectures’.&nbsp; Seeing as the woman gave an impressive display of acrobatic skills, the blue haired girl was inclined to stare, but corrected that fault rather quickly by moving her gaze to Caden. Their leader was already taken in for questioning as it seemed and she wondered how she’d deal with such pressure. Yet by the time professor T got close to the end of her countdown, the boy gave his best answer. <br><br>Luna liked him from the start and now she had more reasons to hold to that impression. He was rather collected and down to Earth. The eye patch and white hair only made him more interesting in Luna’s eyes which was usually drawn to one’s personality rather than looks. It was the same case with Ms T. While Luna’s fashion sense screamed at the sight of her teacher’s attire, her mind was enticed by the other’s behavior. <br>Being close enough to read the label on the jar the teacher just pulled out of her desk, Luna raised a hand and asked Miss T about the Purple Moth Powder she took into her mouth.<br><br>“Miss Trajeddigt, may I ask what medicine are you taking?” She made a poor job out of pronouncing the name even though it didn’t sound so bad out of her lips. Luna had a very pleasant voice. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 01:59:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i7.minus.com/jxBjetxhc0SaH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Professor 'T'<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Healing Arts Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Clay Dewclaw, one other NPC team<br><br>"Mmmm." She mused, considering Caden's answer, as one might taste the finer notes of a good whiskey or wine. "I'll give you a partial. It's a good guess, but, you didn't see beyond the mask." And that is sincere, not just her taking it easy on someone because it's the first day or anything. She was also not berating him or anything; honestly, it was a really good answer. It just wasn't the one she was looking for. "It's true, that if you avoid being hit, you will avoid injury. Unless you trip, or fall... it's hard to dodge the ground." She chuckled a bit, the sound not entirely unlike the hissing of a snake; a creature absolutely foreign to the inhabitants of Eis. <br><br>"I wanted to raise awareness of the limitations of the body. There are things a person can do, and things they can't. One can only stretch so far," She demonstrated, as she lifted her left arm up with her right hand, and stretched it... first forward, then backwards. She keeps stretching her arm, until there is an audible crack and popping sound. Whatever she just did, she does not seem bothered by it, but now her arm is hanging at a really weird angle. Normally, arms do not look like that, because for the most part, people don't have dislocated shoulders, "Before something bad happens. Flexibility is important. Awareness of it even more so.&nbsp; If you overextend yourself in a fight, you're injuring yourself, making it easier for the enemy. <strong>First, know thyself</strong>." She repeated.<br><br>"that, is a good question, blue." She responded to Luna, still seemingly unbothered by the fact she just dislocated her own shoulder. "Purple Moth's are a creature native to Yamu. I come from those jungle lands. The powder they give off is a sedative and analgesic. In high doses, it causes sleep; very high doses, death. But in small doses, it binds with pain receptors in your brain. It makes you not feel pain." Which is a pretty good explanation for why she was able to dislocate her shoulder without crying or screaming. Seriously, that is something that hurts. "It's also a restricted substance. Taking it before a fight is a bad idea. Pain is our body's way of making us aware of ourselves."<br><br>"Now," She said, looking over each and every student. One by one, she'd point, indicating a student, and ask. "Do you know how to re-locate a dislocated shoulder?" And after a few no's, she'd motion to all the students, with a single swoop of her right hand, and then, beckon them forward. "Time for hands on experience! One by one, you're each going to put my shoulder back into place.&nbsp; Willum, why don't we start with you?"<br><br>Oh yes. Professor T is crazy, but is totally going to guide each student through the process. And then she'll dislocate it again, so the next one could do it. Needless to say, some members of that other team are looking a bit disbelieving, and one of them seems like they might be sick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 03:25:26</strong>
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				<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>Healing Arts Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw, Professor T<br><br>Willum smiled slightly at Caden's response, and had to hide an even bigger one when Professor T revealed the answer.&nbsp; He had been right after all, though no big surprise considering how often his fathers had harped on him about it.&nbsp; Awareness meant knowing your strengths and your weaknesses.&nbsp; It was the difference between pressing a successful attack or overextending, and running at the right time or running too late.&nbsp; Luckily for Willum, he hadn't blurted out the answer, and look like an insufferable know it all.&nbsp; Instead, Caden got to look good, which was important, and everyone learned or re-learned and important lesson.<br><br>What surprised him though was during this entire speech, Professor T saw fit to dislocate her shoulder.&nbsp; He knew what had happened when he heard the sound and saw the arm hang awkwardly at her side.&nbsp; He would, considering it had happened to him often enough.&nbsp; While he had been their only son and disciple, his parents had saw fit to only hold back what was necessary.&nbsp; So it meant on more than one occasion, when he hadn't dodged quite fast enough, countered in just the right way or had made a foolish attack, he found himself in all sorts of pain and injury.&nbsp; Good times in hindsight, since he learned valuable lessons and developed a handy skill in the mean time.<br><br>When Professor T called him up, Willum nodded and jumped out of his chair, making his way towards her.&nbsp; As she was about to give some instruction, Willum held up a hand.<br>"Hold on, let me take a good look at it first.&nbsp; Trust me, okay?"<br>Carefully examining the shoulder, front and back, he ran his hand lightly over the injury.&nbsp; He paused, and to everyone who was watching closely, they could see him take a sudden breath as his eyes dilated and then tightly contracted.<br>"Got it."<br>In a sudden motion, he had his hands on her shoulder and with a quick jerk and loud, gruesome popping, the shoulder was back in place.<br>"First time I had to fix a dislocated shoulder that wasn't my own," he explained. "It's a lot easier to do it with two hands instead of one."<br><br>Willum stepped back and went back to his desk, watching with further interest as she dislocated it again for other students to try.&nbsp; That was some dedication to teaching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 08:04:05</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 - Headmasters Office/Teacher's Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya Horowitz, Erik Vainamoinen<br><hr><br>Usually Vasili would skim through everything in a fast/slow process.<br>Fast enough to where he would get to everything, but slow enough to where he wouldn't end up with nothing to do before the meeting was over.<br>That was the plan for today until he came upon the Geographical mapping of Eis book.<br>He didn't even bother to look at everything else as he opened the book to the chapter listing and began to look through every page.<br>Every map, every detail. His fingers going over them as if he were searching for something.<br>His quiet mumble audible when no one was talking as he mentally took notes.<br>Up to now, he couldn't get his hands on a single detailed map of certain places. Only hand drawings going by memory.<br>It wasn't enough, this book was Eis's Bible to him.<br>Elevation. Terrain. Visibility. Weather. Common Weather. Uncommon Weather. Distance. Travel time. Locations. Geographical Mountain Layers. Extinct Volcanoes. Plate location.<br>He took it all in.<br>Some of it was wrong, of course.<br>Book's weren't digital. Once printed, it was good until the next Natural phenomenon that would shift certain things around.<br><br>Vasili Ilari wondered how old the book was.<br>There was no mention of the Mist anywhere.<br>Nor of the Town's completely covered by it.<br><br>When addressed about the Escort, Vasili simply waved his hand in a dismissing way.<br>He heard what was said, he acknowledged it and was okay with it.<br>He just wanted to read some more.<br><br>The young Faunas ignored what Professor Horowitz said.<br>A feat that seemed impossible, until now.<br><br>When she finally left, Vasili was still looking through the book.<br>He didn't realize she was gone until he could no longer hear the clicking of her heels.<br>And only then did he realize something was wrong.<br>Looking up he took three steps out of the door before turning around and putting the Headmaster's book back in its place.<br>"See ya later, Gramps!"<br><br>Finding and catching up to Enya Horowitz was easy.<br>He was a Faunus, she was walking, and he was following her scent.<br>The Scent of Authority.<br>Some people call it: Cinnamon.<br>Somewhere along the way, just before the bridge, Vasili stopped and backtracked a bit, going into one of the side halls.<br>From it, he retrieved his Pack, his Rifle, and his two pistols, all of which he had camouflaged in various ways.<br>He now looked like a Soldier late for Formation.<br><br>When he caught up to her, she had just finished her conversation and turned to her.<br>She gave him the order, and Vasili did not do as she commanded.<br>"Tea? I'll take it if it's not as cold as your Icy Heart..."<br>He asked before looking up and down the hall.<br>Every room seemed to be taken except for the one right next to Professor Horowitz's. Though he was entranced by the book, it didn't mean he wasn't listening.<br>Vasili tried the door knob to find it locked. He took a step back. Then took a step forward, and with a loud <em>BANG!</em> the door flew open.<br>He had kicked it.<br>The door knob, latch, lock, and hinges were just fine. The frame however...<br><br>The Mercenary looked about the "nice" room and he put his pack on the bed.<br>Oversized as it was, it was like that for a reason.<br>Couldn't be unprepared and stuck in the middle of a Storm.<br>He withdrew the many exterior Magazine webbings and put them on, over his jacket, making sure each pouch had a magzine in it.<br>By the time he was done, he looked like something out of a Comic Book.<br>Holding a humongous Rifle in his right hand, barrel up. Two pistols in their holsters; one on his right hip, the other hanging across his chest at an angle, grip pointing towards the left.<br>To top it off, he had small square boxes and pouches on his belt that did not look like they could hold Magazines of any size.<br>The breathing mask he usually wore was put away in its own special place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 23:31:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Combat Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All teammates of Wild Marmet, Armina Horowitz<br><br>Tamika paid no attention to whether or not the other female on their team thought anything about her actions toward Mori Koji or their teacher, Armina Horowitz.&nbsp; It wasn’t that she was purposely ignoring that the other girl was there, her mind was just focused on Armina and whatever was going to happen next.&nbsp; Tamika didn’t know that her simply helping Mori Koji up was causing such a reaction in him and even their brief meeting of eyes didn’t give her a clue as her mind was completely on their teacher.&nbsp; She gave him a sideways glance hearing Mori Koji’s words to her to take it easy, but before the young woman could say anything he had thanked her for standing up for him.&nbsp; She understood the need to take care of oneself, though that still didn’t give the woman training them the right to bully the students.<br><br>The young woman hated that the ten seconds he had were already gone and her eyes narrowed as Mori Koji turned to their teacher asking for help on how to improve.&nbsp; Tamika felt in a way that she should say something more, though there was something holding her back almost sounding like the hunter that raised her voice.&nbsp; <em>Sometimes it is better to stand down instead of pressing your luck.</em>&nbsp; When she heard her name coming from Armina she looked up biting her lip to keep from saying anything at the woman’s dry tone or the words that was biting into her.&nbsp; She wanted to comment on her use of a nickname for Mori Koji and not his proper name, but instead found herself listening to Armina’s words that she was speaking to the whole team.&nbsp; <br><br>The fact that the woman thought Tamika was going to quit class or even drop out of school just because of her was actually quite laughable even if she didn’t feel like laughing at the moment.&nbsp; She actually had to bite her tongue at the words she remarked that Tamika could take her own shot at the dummy or leave the room so she didn’t make another remark that could anger the lady to actually kick her out.&nbsp; Her words at the end of her speech to Mori Koji and the rest of them made sense to a point, but she would never tell her that to her face.&nbsp; Her face slipped back into the calm mask that the young woman always wore even if honestly there wasn’t much difference between her face when anger or calm.&nbsp; The dark haired girl had learned a long time ago how to school her features and protect herself from the rest of the world people and creatures alike.<br><br>She could tell that their teacher was waiting for her decision, but honestly there was no decision at all for Tamika wasn’t someone who would just quit. Before she could voice her decision and thoughts on her own Welkin’s voice broke through her thoughts almost startling her.&nbsp; The young woman silently gave herself a talking to as she wasn’t the type to be caught off guard or anything.&nbsp; She wanted to roll her eyes at Welkin at his tone and words as she wasn’t use to taking orders from her age though her words showed that she didn’t show much respect to their teacher.&nbsp; To her respect should be earned and not freely given and that also included trust as well.<br><br>She watched as he struck the dummy himself before telling the rest of them to strike as well, but still Tamika held back a moment.&nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye she watched Mori Koji a moment seeing his lowered head at Armina’s words to him and hoped she could find a way to build some confidence in him.&nbsp; She recognized herself in him, both of them loners, though hers was choice and his was because he was forced to be.&nbsp; She also took a quick look at Tahira who was standing quiet and still making her wonder if she originally shouldn’t have kept her mouth shut.&nbsp; Tamika knew better though as the young woman would have never been able to keep from opening her mouth, not at something like this.&nbsp; <br><br>Tamika stepped up slightly to the dummy not too close but not extremely far, just within throwing range before turning to look at their professor.&nbsp; “I didn’t come this far to quit this class or school.&nbsp; I have my own personal reasons for being here.”&nbsp; Her brother’s face flashed before her eyes as she turned her eyes back to the dummy and they gained an intelligent light to them while Tamika studied the dummy.&nbsp; Anyone could tell that she was quickly calculating in her head before in a&nbsp; few swift flashes she had thrown several throwing knives into the dummy only a couple of them a bit off the marks shown on it.&nbsp; Without another word Tamika went and retrieved her father’s knives before taking her place once again between Mori Koji and Tahira.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 00:15:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.minus.com/jby4C6H7MqPrv1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Vainamoinen<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya, Vasili<br><br>He continued to watch the two, listening and talking; and noting Vasili's interest in the book.&nbsp; He might be a bit childish at times, but Erik could see beyond that surface, and saw in him the genius he had the potential to be.&nbsp; If it were anything but that particular book he decided to look at, Erik would have disciplined him; but it was precisely because he had chosen that one, that Erik felt confident in his continued presence; and his continued payment. <br><br>If things were different, it'd be all too easy to dismiss Vasili for his attitude and the small problems he causes. But this was not a normal situation; nothing had been 'normal' in Eis in a decade. And Erik knew that the merc would be able to get good results. In the end, that's all anything came down to: if they got positive results when push came to shove, when the time to act came, then it didn't matter overly much how they might otherwise act. And even a few minutes of glimpsing at the book, which was about 30 years old--as an aside note, the most recent one was done 13 years ago--, it'd make him even just a bit better suited to the job.<br><br>The Headmaster considered sending his secretary to give him the book later on. Yes, it did have errors in it; in fact, Vasili might have noticed notes in the margin, penned in with orange ink. Corrections, penned by its owner. He never fully got the chance to completely edit it, and some notes are punctuated with a question mark, indicating uncertainty. Still, it was a pretty damn handy thing to have.<br><br>And who knows, maybe a visit tot he Town Hall would be in order. They'd surely have the 'recent' version.<br><br>Once the two had left, he sighed a bit. When he later finds out about the door, he'll take the costs out of his pay. Meanwhile, he checked his Scroll (http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Scroll), and looked at the security cameras in the classrooms. There was 'T' apparently demonstrating first-hand how to fix... a dislocated arm? Talk about dedication to the job. But, he shifted his focus, and his view of cameras, to see how some of the other classes were doing; eventually making his way to the combat class.<br><br>He hmm'd, quietly, and considered. Armina had many rough edges, and he caught the tail end of what seemed like an argument or dispute about something, but... well, he couldn't argue with the results. As long as she didn't do anything to truly harm or endanger the students, there wasn't going to be a problem, even if the students felt that there was one. "Maybe I'll pay a visit..." He muses. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 17:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Team Wild Marmet (WMTT) </strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Staff dormitory </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari </strong></div> <br><br><br><br>Enya had to follow Vasili to the next room, aware that he was up to something, as usual. She didn’t expect him to sit, but not to leave her room either until someone from the administration brought over the key she requested. <br><br>There was a loud bang, then the sound of wood cracking and there went the door, falling to the ground. He threw his large backpack on the neatly covered bed and started equipping himself with what looked like enough war gear for at least five men. <br><br>“Must I really tie you to the bed, Mr. Ilari?” she asked sternly despite the comical situation they were both in. “And take those off, we’re going to class, not to a second Faunus War &nbsp;(http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/The_Faunus_Rights_Revolution)” she continued still looking at him with disappointment. She truly regretted having the idea to take him along. Now she had to babysit him as well. She then stepped to the right and the click-clack of her heels sounded loud in the room. Enya tapped the screen and chose the icon listed under “Combat Class.”<br><br><div align="center">~*~</div><br>When Tamika’s knives hit the vulnerable spots on the dummy, the Ursa lighted up at the eyes and starting making noises like a Vegas pinball machine. It was comical really, and it was the only thing that caused Armina to smile briefly. <br><br>“Good job, Miss Ming, and good decision I might add.” She said and turned to the screen on her side and pressed some icons on it.&nbsp; <br><br>“You get ten points for accuracy and speed. Now I believe it’s miss Atemu’s turn. Give it your best, the team leader is counting on you.” Armina addressed Tahira with a slightly more satisfied tone of voice. “After that, Graham can give it a shot. That is, if Poet Kid doesn’t mind sitting next to the dummy.” She glanced at Mori. <br>Before any of them could give a reply, her screen buzzed and lit up. <br><br>“Armina.” She said after pressing on it.<br>“Good morning, sister.” Enya’s voice was clear and loud enough for the rest to hear it. “I was wondering if I can join the show-and-tell class. I have someone I’d like to introduce to the new students.” <br>“We’re not doing show and tell.” Armina replied clearly vexed by the proposition, although she was interested to know who was the one that triggered her sister’s desire to suddenly visit her class. <br>“You are. In ten minutes.” Enya clicked off the screen and addressed the mercenary next: <br>“We have a bit of time until my next class thanks to your ‘skills’. Dress lightly and don’t take more than one weapon. I’ll meet you in front of the training grounds in 9 minutes sharp.“<br><br>Enya went out the room and back to her own to take a coat. After eight minutes and a half, she arrived in front of her sister’s class door and waited for the merc to show up.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: T’s classroom</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Clay Dewclaw teammates, Professor T</strong><br><br>Luna had to widen her eyes and force her mouth to keep shut when their teacher just dislocated her own shoulder without any evidence of feeling pain. Of course, none of them was able to see her features and determine whether she grimaced or not, but the way she spoke and moved her own arm indicated that was not the case. Soon enough, she explained why was that and the reason for doing it. <br>Luna nodded at her comment and then watched Willum giving a try at placing the teacher’s shoulder back into place. He succeeded from the first try and she couldn’t help but giggle at his comment. First time fixing a dislocated shoulder which wasn’t his own… Luna had to admit that was pretty impressive. <br>She stood up just as Professor T did the same thing once more with her arm. Wondering for how long the Purple Moth Powder would have effect, she rushed to place the teacher’s shoulder back so that the rest can do it faster as well. She had experience with open wounds and knew how to stop bleeding in general using her Semblance, but she never tried to “repair” bones before. Luna tried to remember Willum’s exact hands’ position on the teacher’s shoulder and placed her own on the same spots.<br>“I apologize if this will hurt.” <br>She placed as much strength as she thought it was needed for the move. Another crack announced the success of her attempt. With a warm smile, she bowed in front of the teacher and turned back to her desk. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 23:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e3VBMAf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caden Walker<br><strong>Team:</strong>&nbsp; Clay Dewclaw<br><strong>Location: </strong> Healing Arts Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Professor T &amp; Team Dewclaw<br><br><hr><br><strong>"I'll give you a partial. It's a good guess, but, you didn't see beyond the mask."</strong><br><br>It wasn't that big of a surprise when Caden had heard that, despite giving the question a good guess, his answer wasn't right. He was, by no means, upset that he was wrong. Caden was actually more surprised that 'T' gave him a partial. Now, he was more intrigued to see why he was wrong. He watched and listened as the professor casually lifted spoonfuls of purple moth powder up under her mask as she continued to talk about awareness and 'knowing thyself'. Nodding as she spoke, Caden could understand why his guess was good, but not completely right. <strong>“Miss Trajeddigt, may I ask what medicine are you taking?”</strong><br><br>Caden couldn't help but glance over at Luna as she spoke, cracking another smile as she attempted to pronounce the professor's name. As 'T' addressed her question, Caden couldn't help but be surprised that she could even hear Luna's voice. From what Caden could tell so far, she seemed to be rather timid, but maybe timid wasn't the word. Gentle? Shrugging to himself, Caden turned his focus back to 'T' who had just finished addressing "Blue's" question. <em>"There will be more time to get to know each other later."</em> Caden thought to himself before actually noticing that his professor had dislocated her shoulder. <br><br>The worst part was that she still continued on talking like it was something that was natural to her. Caden, a bit taken back by the spectacle, couldn't help but widen his eyes in response. Then, as soon as he could finally grasp what was happening, 'T' explained that the class would now come up and take turns trying to snap the arm back into place. Whether the 'hands-on experience' part was a joke or not, Caden wasn't laughing, already knowing that he wasn't going to do well. Willium was the first to go, practically jumping out of his seat. <em>"Perhaps he knows how to fix a dislocated shoulder..." </em>Caden thought to himself as he made his way up to the front of the classroom. <br><br><strong>SNAP!</strong><br><br>The sound was enough to make Caden stop for a moment. Watching Willium walk back to his desk, Caden gave a small thumbs up to Willium. <em>"Cool." </em>Was the only word that he could think of after seeing his teammates display of medicinal knowledge. It actually helped Caden reassure himself that the team he got was definitely a good one. It was only day one and everyone on Clay Dewclaw were already shaping up to be pretty skillful. Finally reaching the front of the class, Caden watched as Luna made her way up to try. Having a little bit more difficulty than Willium, Caden was also surprised to see that Luna managed to snap the shoulder back into place. Giving Luna an encouraging thumbs up, Caden smiled as she took her seat. Looking back at 'T', Caden calmly walked up to the 'injured' teacher.<br><br>Feeling around 'T's' shoulder, Caden didn't have to be a doctor to know that it wasn't were it was supposed to be. That was basically all he knew though. He had never before learned how to fix a dislocated shoulder, or a dislocated anything for that matter. Taking a few steps back from the professor, Caden shrugged. <strong>"Can you show me how to put it back in place?"</strong> He asked, one hand on his chin as he carefully watched 'T' pop it back into place. After the quick demonstration was over, she quickly snapped the bone back out of place and let Caden resume his hands-on learning. <strong>"Oh boy."</strong> Caden muttered under his breath, still unsure about the whole ordeal. The idea of the bone back into place was the easy part. The hardest part was being quick enough to get it back into its spot while, at the same time, being accurate enough so you don't accidentally cause more pain than you have to. Caden firmly grasped the professor's arm and, taking in a small breath, decided to go for broke (no pun intended). <br><br>Caden gave the bone a firm push, using his other hand as a guide to make sure the joint wasn't going to miss the socket and, by a stroke of luck, the bone found itself in the teachers socket once again. Letting out a sigh of relief that his 'test' was over, Caden gave the shoulder a tap to make sure everything was still were it was supposed to be. It didn't really matter though because, almost as soon as he was done checking, the professor promptly popped the shoulder right back out. That was a sound Caden wouldn't get used to. Grimacing a bit before turning to take his seat, an overwhelming sense of relief overcame him. <em>"That wasn't bad at all."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 05:16:54</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 - Faculty Living Quarters<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya Horowitz<br><hr><br>"Only if you'll perform all sorts of sexual acts to me." It was his immediate, no hesitation, reply to Enya's stern question. He had just closed up his bag and tossed it into the personal locker inside the room.<br>Ya know...the one with the code conveniently taped to the outside door of the locker?<br>"Sorry, but I don't go anywhere unprepared."<br>The Mercenary took one look at the code and disposed of it, vaguely aware his "escort" was communicating with someone. He slammed the door and punched in the code that would keep his things safe while he was away. The Merc gave a small grunt of approval after confirming that it was indeed locked.<br><br>He stayed quiet while Enya spoke to her sister. When she told him they had nine minutes he just waved his hand in dismissal. "Yeah, yeah. I heard." As Vasili walked out of "his" room he didn't bother closing the door. Why should he? The frame around the latch area was completely shattered, besides. His stuff was inside of a locker. On top of that, he had a location set-up and a Personal Identification Number activated known only to him so that no one else could just activate the launch and send his things elsewhere without his knowledge.<br><br>Well...It's happened before.<br>As long as he caught sight of the Locker as it was leaving, his things were safe. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd had to shoot the Engine Block of a personal locker while it was in mid-air.<br><br>"Thanks for the Tea."<br>He said aloud as he left the area closest to Enya's room. As always, the young Faunus hadn't heeded the Professors words. Everything he had equipped earlier was still on him. Nor did he head straight for the Training Grounds.<br>If he was staying the night then he'd like to be prepared for it.<br>He was like this.<br>He was always like this.<br>Always wanted to be prepared.<br><br>A lot of his fellow Mercenaries saw it as Paranoia. What "friends" he had, also thought of it as the same.<br>The only people who knew why he was like this were the one's who had kept him captive when he was a child.<br>The real Vasili Ilari was found dead, of course. It came as a bit of a surprise when the name started to appear here and there. It was needless to say that the real Ilari Family had come after him. Major supporters of acts against the Faunus...they're dead now of course.<br>In fact, with the help of some...acquaintances, some forgers, he inherited the Ilari Family Fortune which could have set him for life.<br>Instead he has most of his money in certain investments and is continuing on his path to see the world as a Mercenary.<br>The rest is history.<br><br>The next Ten minutes was spent in two places.<br>The first was at the highest point of the tallest structure within school grounds.<br>He used his Range Finder to mark certain points in different areas around the School perimeter. When he was done he made it to the School Perimeter with ease, and did the same there. When his watch alarm went off he copied and transferred all the data from the Range Finder into the Scope attached to his Rifle. That took thirty seconds.<br><br>Needless to say, he was late for his rendezvous with Enya Horowitz in front of the Training Grounds.<br>A whole ten minutes.<br>At this point, she really shouldn't be surprised.<br>And the manner of his arrival really shouldn't surprise her either.<br>He walked from the other end of the school to the Training Grounds, stopping off at the kitchen and making himself a sandwich, which he just finished off in front of Enya.<br>Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cold bottle of Soda, which he also...acquired...from the kitchen. He used it to polish off the Sandwich and gave a loud belch in satisfaction.<br>To finish it off, he pulled a pack of Cigarettes out from the inside of his jacket and lit one up, taking a long drag before exhaling it out through his nose.<br>"Sup?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>18-02-2014, 01:41:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> WMTT, Armina, Enya,<br><br>As Welkin watched the knives fly past him,, he was inwardly glad that Tamika was that precise with her blades, watching them dart past him and cause the dummy to light up, taking a light breath as he admired her skills. Everyone seemed to be talented or at least talented enough to be a student, and as he waited for Tahira to make her move the teacher was suddenly interrupted by her sister contacting her by screen. Silent for the conversation he was watching both teachers and trying to make sense of the discussion. Were they to watch a duel between sisters, or was this a new assignment? Regardless, it seemed that might have to hurry things along. “Apologies in advance, Ms. Horowitz, but if we’re on a schedule I would prefer to at least finish basic training with my teammates before heading out properly.” They had some time – at least enough to finish this, right?<br><br>Gripping Hope in a combative stance again, his hand ran alongside the lever that would activate the dust as he lunged forward, his stance that of aggression and offense as his blade swung out against one of the vulnerable spots. As he hit the switch however, the dust rang through the blade as his weapon reacted. It was always a bit difficult to control the sudden burst of power and speed with the blow, but as Welkin leaned into it and rolled with the blow it was a devastating strike as the weapon was aimed at the arm of the Ursa. He did not know of the powerful strike would be enough to cripple it, but it was another show and demonstration of his weapon and what it could do against such an opponent. And hopefully it would give his teammates an opening even if he failed in ‘killing’ the dummy. His blade would crash against the floor, leaving a small scarring mark on the floor as he recovered from the recoil, a light white dusty smoke emanating from around the handle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 20:56:39</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Team Wild Marmet, Vasili Ilari </strong>[/floatright]<br>&nbsp; <br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari, Team Wild Marmet</strong>[/floatleft] <br><br>What Vasili did was to annoy Enya with his insubordination and she had to constantly remind herself that this was a school, not the army. She was a teacher now, not an officer.<br><br>"Best we both look tidy" she replied to his halfassed hello and arranged the collar of his jacket. This was the closest they ever got to eachother, physically speaking. It was enough for Vasili to smell her perfume.<br>When they entered Armina's class, Welkin had already disabled one of the dummy's arms.<br><br>"Good, now it's incapacitated." they heard Armina's voice and for the first time her class started, she sounded excited.<br><br>"Poet kid, this is your chance, don't screw it up. Welkin, good job at taking action immediately, you have the makings of a leader."<br><br>Armina was rather reluctant when it came to giving praises even if they were well deserved. Her sister's presence must have had a good influence on her, for when Enya stepped into the training room, quickly followed by the mercenary, Armina didn’t make any comment against their presence.<br><br><br>“Good morning, everyone!”&nbsp; Enya said taking a place next to her sister. “For those of you who missed my introduction at the opening ceremony, my name is Enya Horowitz and I am teaching Aura Control. I am also looking forward to see all of you in my class, however today I am here with a different kind of task. This is Mister Ilari Vasili, one of Eis‘ most … efficient mercenaries. He will be in charge of tomorrow’s expedition, details will follow as soon as Headmaster Vainamoinen establishes the course.&nbsp; Until then, I want all of you to watch carefully a short demonstration on weapon usage, that is, if you don’t mind, dear sister.” <br><br>“Mind?” Armina’s eyes glistened for a moment. “How about we take advantage of Vasili’s presence and organize a combat simulation? The whole team versus one experienced mercenary and a teacher – namely myself. That shouldn’t take too much effort, should it?” The last question was addressed to Vasili of course.&nbsp; <br><br>“Armina, we’re not here to play.” Enya reminded in her usual tone of voice. <br><br>“You can be the referee. “ She pushed another icon on the panel and a mobile rack with protection gear moved into the scene, at the back of the room. “Team Wild Marmet, equip yourselves and take your places at the right of the room. We’ll be right across.”<br><br>The combat classroom included an assortment of various inflatable bunkers&nbsp; which could absorb the impact . It was also equipped with various rigid building materials, such as plywood and framing timber, shipping pallets, even concrete and plastic drainage pipes. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 07:28:04</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya- &amp; Armina Horowitz, Team Wild Marmet<br><hr><br>He had given a big white smile with the cigarette between his teeth as Enya approached him.<br>His outside expression gave out a carefree aura, but inside, he was bracing himself for a one-hit punishment from Enya.<br>Probably a smack upside his head...he guessed.<br>But when she stopped in front of him and fixed his collar...well, it surprised him.<br>Never has she been that close to him unless it was for punishments sake. Nor did she ever speak to him <em>without</em> the authoritative tone. The Mercenary somewhat blushed being this close to her, and he subconciously pulled his cigarette away from his mouth and nose, before taking a deep whiff of Enya's perfume coupled with whatever scent was coming from her body.<br><br>And then it was over.<br>She was opening the door to her sister's classroom, and the cigarette was right back in his mouth.<br>He followed Enya in, but not all the way. The Mercenary may be a dick at times, he may be annoying all the time, but that didn't mean he didn't have manners.<br>To reinforce this, he stayed near the door and every drag he took, he exhaled outside of the classroom.<br><br>As he watched the "Team" work against the Dummy, his smoking of said cigarette quickened. And when he was done with it, he had to shove his hands in his pockets, bite his tongue, and not say anything.<br>This was, after all, not his class.<br>It wasn't his Team.<br>He didn't know these Kids.<br>And even though he seemed to look like an observer, his inside voice was...talking.<br>A lot.<br><br>Plus they were newbies...<br>Vasili remembered when he was just starting out.<br>He was sure the other two Adults in the room had a tough time starting out as well.<br><br>When he was introduced, Vasili didn't move away from the door, as he left it open and was leaning against the frame.<br>He gave a small two fingered wave in greeting, thinking to correct the "Mister" stuff later.<br>And then the two continued to talk.<br>Talk, talk, talk....<br>When Armina questioned him he just gave a long, loud yawn, wishing he had just gone back to "his" room or many of his hiding spots to sleep in.<br><br>Vasili looked over at the many obstacles around the room.<br>With narrowed, sleepy eyes, not even knowing what was going on, he walked over to the assorted inflatable bunkers, poking and prodding.<br>Then, he did whatever he could to knock one of the "bunkers" over to where he could use it like a bed or a pillow of sorts.<br>After a while, one could hear a soft snoring coming from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 19:31:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i7.minus.com/jxBjetxhc0SaH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Professor 'T'<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Healing Arts Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Clay Dewclaw, one other NPC team<br><br>When Willum performed well, she smiled, and reached out to give him a pat on the shoulder. "Good, good. You've talked this path before." Though it may seem somewhat eccentric, this was most definitely a compliment. "Everyone, you see? Steady hands, steady mind. That's a skill any good healer needs to cultivate, first and foremost."<br><br>When it was Luna's turn, and she too succeeded, the teacher would also give her a pat on the shoulder. "You're nervous, aren't you? But, you can't let nerves get in the way." This was not chastisement, merely an observation the teacher made, and a suggestion for the blue haired girl, on how she could get better.<br><br>When Caden asked for help, she more than willingly obliged, while also disclosing. "It's actually easier on me, too, as I'm double-jointed.&nbsp; Normally, it'd be harder. Hopefully, you won't need to do this for anyone, any time soon." Also, he gets a pat on the shoulder, too! This is apparently a thing.&nbsp; Also, Caden may feel as if she was studying his eye patch critically; it's ahrd tot ell with the way her eyes are obscured, but she was. The other thing obscured, her expression, was one of sadness. Though none had the means to know it, she knew all too well the difficulties that came with the loss of an eye.<br><br>And one by one, as each student takes their turn, there is more shoulder patting, and commentary. Always helpful, though some times she wasn't quite as delicate as she could have been in her critiquing. Still, there's the sense that nothing she says or does is out of malice; it really wasn't. Some times, she just placed a greater emphasis, when it was needed.<br><br>***<br><br>After that ordeal, she spent a few moments studying her arm intently, moving it this way and that, and making sure everything was good. It would ache like hell later on, but she didn't mind. There was still work to do, though. "Once again, I want everyone to come up, one by one. I have some things to give you all." She'd say as she bent over backwards on her desk, reaching for something underneath; the bones that covered her chest only barely concealed the modest breasts she possessed, and also showed that there was a white cloth material underneath the bones.<br><br>She pulls up, two at a time, books and small hard plastic kits that were white with a red cross on them. Then, she'd start calling names, and handing these out; one book, and one kit, per student. The kits were basic first aid kits,&nbsp; which contained sterile gauze, sealed alcohol pads, small splints, a small amount of several different types of bandages, creams and ointments for burns and cuts, as well as eight hour hand warmers that only needed to be opened and exposed to air to activate; a practical thing to have in Eis. It's all pretty basic stuff,&nbsp; one could buy such a&nbsp; kit over-the-counter in any pharmacy, but hey, who knows, it might come in handy... maybe for more than treating injuries, if one was creative. <br><br>The book was 'The Beginning Healer's Handbook", which was pretty much what it sounded like. It was a basic primer&nbsp; on human and faunus anatomy, and how to assess various wounds, and proper treatment methods for them. "For this first week, you are all to read the first chapter, on muscles, ligaments, and tendons.&nbsp; There will be a test in seven days. If anyone fails the test, they will be the practice person for the next week. If you miss class on test day, and you aren't in my infirmary, that will be considered a fail." Wait, what, seriously? Would she do that? Maaaaaybe. But, she also expected nobody to fail! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 01:05:02</strong>
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				<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>Healing Arts Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw, Professor T<br><br>It was probably incredibly childish of him, but there was a certain uplifting feeling in being praised for such a simple thing.&nbsp; It was like being twelve again, and looking at the surprise and pride in his fathers' eyes when he popped his own shoulder back into place all on his own.&nbsp; That his own team mates seemed to think it was cool that he managed it in one go put a little spring to his spirit, and he gave them both a grin and a salute as they both managed to get it right their first time.&nbsp; The success of his team mates made him feel confident of their group, and he felt that they all had a good shot at being a great time together.&nbsp; Idly, he wondered what some of the other teams were up to, and how they were faring.<br><br>Once the whole hands-on lesson time was over, Willum energetically left his chair to pick up whatever it was Professor T was handing out.&nbsp; Taking it and going back to his seat, he examined the first aid kit and nodded to himself as he opened it up to take a look inside.&nbsp; It was pretty rudimentary, and commonly available, but the stuff inside was pretty handy, and on more than one occasion, Willum had to crack one open and take care of another injury.&nbsp; Training with his fathers was not meant for the weak of heart or frail of will, and he had accumulated a fair share of cuts and scrapes because of it.&nbsp; The book looked like it would make for an interesting read, and just as a thing, Willum flipped through it to count how many naked pictures there were.<br><br>And it was a good thing that he felt motivated to go through it, because Professor T's announcement had him snap his eyes away from the pages and stare at the teacher for a moment.&nbsp; Practice person?&nbsp; Given that the teacher just dislocated shoulder more five times, he didn't want to find out what she had planned for next week.&nbsp; Probably nothing lethal, but apparently she was also a believer in pain being a teacher.&nbsp; Looking at his team mates, he gave them a faint smile and a shrug.<br>"I guess this means we should start having some study-buddy time when classes are over.&nbsp; Pain numbing medicine or not, I'm not double-jointed and I don't think I can go through something like that more than once in a day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 15:33:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Combat class/Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT) and Armina Horowitz <br><br>Mori Koji was paying attention to the moves of all the other members. Both Tamika Ming and Welkin Graham were really good and their performances only came to increase his dismal situation. Tamika Ming was particularly gracious in her attacks and if trouble appeared, Mori Koji would like to be next to her. Welkin Graham was equally good and Professor Armina Horowitz only instilled the natural proud the teamleader had. The more the dummy beeped, the more humiliated Mori Koji felt. When Mori Koji thought it was over, he began to look at the ground and think about the next class: shortly after, Professor Armina Horowitz called his name. His heart skipped a beat and his throat dried, as her emotionless, ice-cutting voice invited him to try again. Hadn't she seen Mori Koji was not good? Did she want to further humiliate him? She had not taught him anything since the class started: all she said was that the poet kid - goodness, how much he hated that nickname - should learn by himself! What sort of Professor was she? Had she never heard that students, specially those in need of help, needed to be helped.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195116.msg9616688#msg9616688">Quote from: Jane Storm on 19-02-2014, 20:56:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Poet kid, this is your chance, don't screw it up. Welkin, good job at taking action immediately, you have the makings of a leader."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With no options left but to act, Mori Koji took a deep breath and stepped forward. He wanted to look at Tamika Ming's face, as if her angelical semblance could calm him down. Instead of peace, his eyes momentarily met Armina' sarcastic gaze. Feeling uneasy, he swiftly broke eye contact and unsheathed his old sword, determined to honor his beloved Gureisi Keri' valuable gift. As a low sound gave him the green light, Mori Koji began his charge. Decided not to look like a fool twice, the teenager attacked the Ursa dummy with everything he had. Rather than using strength, which he lacked, he was swift and smart. Some weeks ago, he had read about the weak points in an Ursa and he thought it would be wise to try them. First, he rushed to the dummy and used his sword to slice its ear, which was not protected by what seemed to be an exoskeleton. Right after, his blade slid on its furry skin, making the trail between the bones to inflict most damage, just as the paper had instructed. All the time, the beeping sound did not stop ringing. As Mori Koji had just two seconds left and as the dummy was not moving at all, he squatted, laid on his back and moved under the dummy. Using the last second left, he hit the softest spot in the dummy, allowing his blade to penetrate deep into what could be its heart.<br><br>Yes, Mori Koji had made it. A smile was starting to form in his face when began to crawl from under the Ursa dummy. His thoughts were on Tamika and how see would be seeing at him: he had heard an endless sequence of beeping sounds and colours. It would be delightful to see the surprise in Armina's face - maybe she would come out with a more appropriate nickname. This time, Mori Koji did not play a fool... <br><br>But.... <br><br>Once a fool, always a fool: no one was paying attention to him. Even worse, apparently no one had paid attention to him from the very beginning. All the eyes turned to Armina' sister, the voluptuous Enya Horowitz, who had just entered the classroom, accompanied by a stranger, who was introduced as Mr. Ilari Vasili, an efficient hunter. Mori Koji stood up, sheathed his sword and returned to his place, passing next to Professor Armina Horowitz, without daring to look at anyone' face. He was not destined to be a winner, he was doomed to be devoured by those beasts. Mori Koji had to abandon that place as soon as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 15:42:43</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><strong>Ruby Geniva</strong><br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Team Ghast[/left]<br><br>Warm fish stew and hot tea: Absolutely perfect for the cold of this place. She knew it was cold but not THIS cold...<br><br>Ruby ate comfortably knowing she had done well over these past couple of days. The exams were nothing difficult really and she always kept up a chipper spirit so akin to her very soul. The written portion did not seem so hard at first, she might have even gotten nervous but she did not, keeping up her smile as she worked through all the answers methodically in her mind. The Cold Gear and Survival skills did need work, it was perhaps her weakest field of knowledge. Being from the Vale, she was not used to having such harsh and cold climate conditions being used to the warmth of being near a port city and the sunshine. It would definitely be something she would need help learning. As she went through that, she did feel a slight pang of nervousness. She knew how to make a basic shelter from the winds by digging a medium sized fox hole and then covered one side with snow to block out the biting winds and how to make a small fire from twigs and pine gathered. As for the Ice Wells and the Firestones, she was absolutely clueless. From her readings on the subject, Firestones helped to provide water to the people as most fresh water tended to freeze quite rapidly in the sub zero climates. She looked down at it and then the receptacle and put it in, only to have it fall out and hit the ground. Ruby's face couldn't get any redder from the embarrassment of not knowing anything about the Stones. The rest, she knew from her studies of local Fauna, Flora and the geography of the area.<br><br>The Combat was probably the easiest thing she could had to do for her exam. She allowed herself two clips of red dust ammunition for it from her limited stocks and went in, feeling the shifting and clicking of Desert Rose in her hands. She made a mock punch to each hand to cock the shotguns and went in. The Beowolves didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of rapid punches and flurry of kicks. Of her training in Signal, hand to hand combat was an absolute necessity as shotguns are close range weapons. She opened with a four round burst of fire from her guns, sending four balls of pure red Dust at the Beowolves and then charged in for the rest.<br><br>The Duel with the Teacher, she unloaded her Dust ammunition and replaced the rounds with Training rubber bullets as to not give the teacher fatal injury and went in. obviously she got her ass handed to her on a silver platter but that didn't stop her from going in and giving it her all. As she dueled the combat instructor, she glowed a soft pink as she seemed to float a few inches off the ground. Her Semblance, Gravity Warp, let her float off the ground. She moved her arms back and fired, propelling her like the shells she fired toward her target and actually managed to land a good solid punch to the sternum of her target before being told to stop. Ruby felt a surge of pride from that as she opened the chambers and ejected the training rounds and gave her teacher a bow of respect.<br><br>The Physical examination did seem strange to her, but not because of the stretching and the balance: It was mostly by the teacher herself. Not in a bad way but the garb was different to her. She knew about her people from various sources and found her entire culture absolutely fascinating and Ruby did want to put on as much as she possibly could. More points, the better she would fare in this new and strange place. In Vale, Ruby took a few courses in basic yoga and learned combat relaxation techniques and definitely putting them to good use. While doing them with ease, she also let her Aura glow to help her muscles relax further, letting her dip into a state of hyper awareness and limberness. She felt this would prove herself to the new culture. Best foot forward and all that jazz.<br><br>As we cut now to the feast, Ruby sat off to the side quietly, eating from the stew and with her left Rose on the table, open and gutted as she was cleaning out the barrel and the firing pins. She had to make sure everything wouldn't jam up from the cold. She looked out occasionally at all the faces of the students. A few would stand out but no one really captured her attention. She was still so new to all of this and felt extremely shy. She decided to meet new people after the teams were made, not wanting to make premature friends until she learned their names. She pulled her leather jacket closer to her body, trying to shake off the cold with the help of the tea and the stew and bread, which was made very well. She had taken the liberty of trying some of the cuisine back home but it did not hold up. The Vale, while it was a rich port, sometimes could not produce accurate dishes of the regions.<br><br>So it begins, with Ruby cleaning her beloved weapons with a motherly touch, watching and waiting while experiencing the new world around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 16:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.minus.com/jm9uDpzOezHNQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Erik grimsby</strong><br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location: Cafeteria</strong><br><strong>Tags: Members of Team Ghast</strong><br><br>For Erik, most of the tasks were not that hard. Shamefully, world history was where he really struggled, as he generally didn't give too much of a damn about what was going on in the rest of the world.&nbsp; Still, he did well enough over-all to get a pass, so it couldn't have been too important, as far as he was concerned.<br><br>The fight with the Beowolves was a breeze. He maintained his distance, and brutalized them from afar. He fell into the habit of temporarily stunning and turning aside the other Wolves with blows to the head, wounding and disorienting them, while he would single out a lone 'wolf, and cave its head in with a sickening crunch. One by one, he picked them off; at one point, slamming his spiked shield straight into the chest of one, then ripping it free, and letting the poor thing bleed to death.<br><br>The fight with Armina was exceedingly more difficult. She wasn't a fisher-woman or a lumberjack, or a forager. Those were the types of people he was used to training, used to sparring against. She was a professional warrior; and as such, she knew how to deny him his strategy. Iniatially, he had started off fighting defensively; and the first few moments were pretty much them slowly circling around, maintaining distance, watching, waiting.<br><br>But as time dragged on, she didn't push for the first attack. He was hoping she would, as he would have been able to turn her force against her; that was part of his style. But after some time of denying him that, he finally decided to go on the offensive, which was probably the biggest mistake he made during the fight with the combat instructor.<br><br>Try as he might, even with multiple deflections with his shield, he couldn't get her where he wanted her. In the end, she ended up fouling up the chain of Chernobog when he extended it for a long range attack, and actually managed to disarm him. Then it was all downhill from there; his shield could hurt like hell, and was in its own way a weapon; but it was trumped by the experienced swordswoman. <br><br>Just like all the others, he had to yield. And for the beating he took, he got rewarded with lunch. Admittedly, a very good lunch, but it in no way seemed to compare to the fish stew his mother used to make for the family. Eventually, sleep was to be had in a shared room, and he found himself studying the other potentials. Sizing them up. You could tell a lot about a person, and how they fought, by where the muscles on their body were, how they carried themselves... a few other ways&nbsp; could reveal a lot.<br><br>For his own part, Grimsby was on the stocky side of things. Not fat, there's barely any fat on him, he's just big. Broad shoulders, barrel chested, sizable muscles. He was physically a robust individual, as one might expect from someone whose traditional role in a fight was 'tanking hits'.&nbsp; <br><br>He also proudly wore a cloak that marked him as a (former) member of The Laughing Skulls. They might no longer technically exist, but he took great pride in it, and also chose to wear it because of the underlying oath it represented.&nbsp; Anybody wearing militia colors and symbols, like he was, were typically afforded a degree of respect; because of the responsibility that was entailed when one made the conscious choice of wearing the livery.<br><br>Members of militias were expected to, when given the tough choice, sacrifice themselves for the protection of those who could not defend themselves. Throwing ones life away was, of course, discouraged; a fool's death brings no honor, just shame.&nbsp; He wore it, too, to remind him of that oath... and how, never again, would he dare to allow anyone to die under his watch. <br><br>***<br><br>Morning eventually came, and he was up with the sun. He woke in a state of almost complete awareness; no grogginess, no soreness, even if he had slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. He stretched out, got his armor and cloak on. He brushed his hair back, not that it was long enough to really need a brushing, and he waited. When everyone else was up and about, he'd quietly walk with the others down to the cafeteria.<br><br>Breakfast was amazing. He ends up eating his fill of eggs and bacon, and has some toast, too, with local red berry preserves. He has tea, but does not sweeten it, finding the slightly bitter, slightly sappy taste comforting, if only due to its familiarity. <br><br>He found himself looking around at the others, and doing what he had done the night before. It was like an automatic response for him. He was so used to assessing others, when it came to his part in the militia, that it was hard for him to stop doing it. <br><br>Particularly, he seemed to be eyeing up Ruby's weapon. He thought that the more gun-like weapons some of the students had were pretty nice; but on the other hand, Chernobog was his family's ancestral weapon. The idea of using anything else as a primary weapon was practically anathema to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 20:30:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari, Team Wild Marmet</strong><br><br>Apparently none of the Horowitz sisters was actually paying attention to Vasili at the time. Armina was too busy preparing the combat simulation, while Enya was trying to talk her out of it. And then the snoring happened. <br><br>Enya didn’t say a thing. She just took her braided leather whip and approached the sleeping mercenary without trying to particulary walk silently. Click-clack, everybody in the training room heard the distinguishable sound of her heels, which echoed between the four walls. <br><br>There was a silent “woosh” before the whip’s tail hit Vasili’s rear, the impact no doubt being softened by his winter gear. Even so, the leather was sturdy enough to cut through the fabric and leave a wicked red line on his skin which was the main cause for Enya’s subtle and quick smile. She leaned to grab him by the ear, the same one she did before in the kitchen, and pulled him up on his feet. <br><br>“This is NOT how to start a combat simulation.” she said to the students matter-of-factly, while her eyes were still locked on Vasili. “And this is why is better to become a full-pledged Hunter rather than a lazy mercenary.” She gave Vasili’s tiger ear one more twist before letting it go. <br><br>“I’m sorry, sister. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have brought him here in the first place.” <br>Enya’s features remained as sculptural as always, but her sister could tell that she was boiling with rage inside. She knew what awaited the mercenary later that day. <br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Team Wild Marmet </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Even though it looked like Armina paid no attention to Mori’s successful hits on the Ursa dummy, the combat teacher was attentive to every detail. There was certainly a great difference between his first attempt and now. Armina remembered the potential she saw in him on his combat entrance exam and it pissed her off to see such lack of initiative. Of course, the mere fact that she had to give Mori a second chance did not raise him as a student in her eyes. If she were a good teacher, Armina would have probably praised the kid for his achievement in front of anyone. But she was always a better fighter than anything else and didn’t want him slacking off&nbsp; or taking it easy just because of one encouragement. <br><br>“Under the circumstances…. class dismissed” she said sending the gear rack back into place with one push of a button.&nbsp; “Head to the dormitories and take your rooms into possession. Prepare your bodies for the next combat class with plenty of exercises and a good rest. My grandmother moves better than all of you.” <br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: T’s classroom</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang, Professor T</strong><br><br>Luna was just as happy with the comment she got from Miss T as the rest of the students. Taking the medicine kit and “The Beginning Healer's Handbook" the teacher gave each and everyone of them, she moved back to her seat and hurried to open the manual, just to see how many pages the first chapter had.&nbsp; It was fairly descriptive and with various explanatory pictures for which she was quite grateful.&nbsp; The med-kit had nothing new for her, although Luna preferred to rely on her Semblance for most of the injuries she or her friends had to deal with before, she was cautious enough to understand that basic first-aid knowledge saved lives. <br>She had to admit that Willum’s suggestion was good. Having to snap her own shoulder out of place or any of her classmates doing that sounded dreadful enough even if Luna had no fear of failing the written test. She would do her best on helping the others pass it as well. <br><br>“Indeed. If anyone wishes to pair up with me I’ll be more than glad to…” her voice faded slightly at the end, once she realized she drew attention to herself once more. Luna hoped that someone else would continue the conversation or switch the subject altogether. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 00:29:40</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> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Ghast Members<br><br><br>He'd trained for this. All of his life he'd trained for this so he was as prepared as possible for the tests when and how they came. The written portion made him restless as he felt much more confident out in the field, putting his skills to real world use, but he wrote down his answers carefully and thought them all through. He didn't think much on that portion when it was finished, and instead went right into the next. Everything they asked for, he'd done growing up. If not in training with is father, or his uncle, or his grandfather, than in training on his own, or when they ran from the wolves at Dirge. It was boring, but necessary to know if you wanted to survive here. It wasn't a nice climate here in Eis, but it made you strong if you didn't let it conquer you. Also, as he'd grown up here, even if he hadn't been fully prepared, it was impossible to not know the basics like names of plants and things of that nature. <br><br>The entire time leading up to the combat trials, his muscles had been tense, like a trap ready to be sprung. But once they unleashed the beowolves, he got to unleash what he'd been holding back. Beowolves strength lied in their numbers. He knew this personally as they'd overrun Dirge in a day, but a few were no challenge. He didn't even bother with his weapons for the first few, simply using fists and feet to put them down. But then he drew the blades of "Silent Strike". <br><br>One after another they fell with body parts missing as his form vanished, then reappeared. When he was finished, one final wolf weakly raised it's head from the floor, and then yelled one final time as it's head was separated from it's shoulders. He knew that these were only a taste, and the real challenge was ahead. And that made him giddy inside. A battle with Armina, and one of the toughest he'd ever had. She was like a monster unleashed, and she was so good he remained on the defensive end for a majority of the fight, simply avoiding, blocking, and redirecting what blows he could. He wasn't strong enough to outright beat her; that was clear to him before they even started. <br><br>The one good thing was that her continued assault meant she let her guard down ever so slightly because it seemed like all Rai would do was defend, and he got a few good hits in himself before the fight was over. One of the best fights <em>ever</em> in his opinion. Pushing himself against a vastly superior opponent and not being absolutely decimated...there was something in that that made him smile on the inside. He'd look forward to every fight with her from now on. Next was the physical exam, and T was a strange woman, but he complied with her requests. Stripping when she asked except when she pointed to his face.<br><br>&nbsp;"The mask stays." He did the stretches and felt good as his muscles loosened after a hard fight, and when she asked about his eyes, he told her what he told everyone else. He didn't know aside from knowing they were tied to the scar on his face. When he left, he joined the others in the cafeteria and welcomed the smell of the food. He'd become very good at eating with his mask on and only took bites when no one was looking his way. He'd considered eating up in the rafters, but there was no doubt someone would look up then, maybe even try and join him. <br><br>He didn't say anything to anyone, even Erik and the few others he recognized from Dirge. No one had been accepted yet, so what was the use in talking when they might go home the next day? When the day was over, they were all put together and left to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor. This was much more comfortable than sleeping with nothing out in the woods, so he easily found his eyes getting heavy. When the bell rang, his eyes shot open and he sat up, ready for another day. Breakfast was delicious, and this time he did take his seat up in the rafters. He was too hungry to wait for people to not notice him. When he was finished, he fell silently to the floor, then joined the others for the announcements. He found a seat and crossed his legs, holding his thumbs to his forefingers. Meditation would help clear his mind before things got started. When Erik caught his eye, he nodded at him, then turned his head back. They'd have a chance to talk later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 04:30:16</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya- &amp; Armina Horowitz, Team Wild Marmet<br><hr><br>Vasili was well into his first dream where he and Enya were demonstrating each others prowess in Combat.<br>Sexual Combat.<br>The crack of the whip did not wake him up, but the sudden explosion of pain on one of his buttcheeks shot him out of his dreams so hard that he actually bounced off of the inflatable bunker and landed on his rear.<br>Then came Enya who was leaning in with her fingers sticking out.<br>"What're you-? What is this?" He mimicked the way her hand and fingers looked as if trying to figure it out. Too late.<br>She, once again, latched onto his ear and pulled, forcing him to follow her every commanding tug and movement. "Owowowowowowowowow!!!" He kept shouting as if it would ease the pain or get her to let go.<br>While her eyes were on him, his wasn't on her.<br>He was looking at her hand, and, when he stopped whining, he began to blow at Enya's hand and fingers...like it helps.<br>When she gave his ear a twist, the pain shot through his body so fast, he went into a "shocked" stiff posture, and then was promptly dropped to the floor...on his rear.<br>Again.<br><br>This time, though, instead of just sitting there, he stood back up and felt for the source of the pain when he discovered his pants were cut where the whip had landed.<br>"What!? Are you fucking me?"<br>He exclaimed in disbelief.<br><br>"Do you KNOW how long it took me to find the material for this!?" Vasili yelled as Enya was talking to her sister.<br><br>And then he took them off.<br>He took his pants off in the middle of class, and he always went commando.<br>Right there, in the middle of class, he stood butt (literally) naked from the waist down, with his Junk swinging to and fro the more he moved and spoke.<br>He held his Belt and pouches in one hand and showed the entirety of the pants to them.<br>"This is made from the fur of two animals. A white Beowolf, and a white Ursa." He stated, and paused letting it sink in. "When have you seen a white Beowolf or a white Ursa?" The Mercenary paused again then suddenly shouted, "NEVER!" While angrily gripping his pants and shaking it. Cutting off anyone who tried to answer his question. "NEVER! And I found only Five of each after scouring <em>every</em> fucking Continent and every Island in this world!"<br><br>And then he was done.<br>He plopped down on his naked butt, ignoring the stinging pain.<br>Ball sack and cock resting on the cool ground.<br>Tail-...Tail?<br>Since when did he have a Black and Yellow Striped Tail?<br>Well...he keeps it hidden in his pant leg so no one could really see how much of a Faunus he was.<br>His ears he couldn't do anything about.<br>What was he supposed to do? Where a Yellow bow?<br>Stupid...<br><br>He put his belt down next to him and fished a small sowing kit from one of the many pouches on his belt as he grumbled and began to fix the cut in his pants.<br><br>The Interesting thing about having his waist-down showing was the amount of scars there.<br>Not just knife scars. Scratches, tears, bullet holes, Bite Scars, gashes.<br>It was like a recording of his past life.<br>And if anyone asked, he'd gladly tell them that none of it was from his days as a Mercenary.<br><br>...<br>But!<br>Another Time!<br>There is a half-naked man sitting inside of a Combat Classroom, sowing his Pants, in the middle of class.<br>What will happen now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vill</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 06:32:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/2524b887-831b-45e6-96cb-330333f0b91c_zps60276107.jpg) (http://s1288.photobucket.com/user/Pumpkinreed/media/2524b887-831b-45e6-96cb-330333f0b91c_zps60276107.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sidney West (http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/Cool_Scientist_105589_900x700theAnimeGallerycom_zps59b496d4.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Lab<br><hr><br><br><br>“I’m sorry sir, but the Airship responsible for transferring your flight was grounded enroute due to technical issues.” The woman behind the desk had been apologetic, if not robotic in the recital of her rehearsed line. This had been hitch number two in what was literally The Chemist’s voyage across the world. The company he had recently resigned from had arranged for his passage from the small island he had been stationed on to the mainland by way of one of their cargo ships. Coincidentally, nobody had bothered to mention that that same ship had another port call two-hundred miles away: in the opposite direction. <br><br>He had ended up abandoning the vessel as soon as they docked in order to book his own flight to Eis. There were two connections between him and his new job. His new <em>lab</em>. The thought caused a wayward grin to pull at the right corner of mouth. However, his grin quickly melted into a subtle frown at the sound of the receptionist’s voice. “But, it shouldn’t be much of a delay Mr. ...”<br><br>“West,” he finished the line for her. The woman’s plastic smile blossomed across her face as her long lashes batted in an attempt to placate him. “Well, you know what they say: it’s always a <em>miracle</em> when such a long journey doesn’t take you over a few speed bumps!” <br><br><strong>Day Zero</strong><br><br>Sidney West didn’t believe in miracles. Perhaps that was why he had taken the fact that he was going to be late in reporting to his new job as calmly as he did. Things like that happened, and there was nothing, and no one, to blame but probability or the faulty engineering of incompetent, cheap labor. Dwelling on either would prove to be equally futile. <br><br>The pitch of night had laid itself across the sky by the time Dr. West finally set foot on Eis’ soil. Two of the school stewards had seen to arranging his suitcases on a push cart before disappearing back inside of the massive building. Before long, The Chemist found himself standing face-to-face with the his new employer. <br><br>“Headmaster Vainamoinen, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I trust that you received my messages?” Dr. West was almost surprised by the other man’s sense of understanding. Electronic messages had a way of failing to convey the proper tone of their author. But, when someone envisions the harsh landscape of Eis, and then projects that image upon an individual responsible for overseeing a combat school with the reputation of Avalanche: one cannot help but produce the antithesis to the Headmaster. <br><br>However, Dr. West was by far too intelligent to mistake the other man’s hospitality for weakness. He politely declined the offer for a brief tour around the school. “I hope you won’t mind if I’m shown to my room. I feel like I haven’t slept in days.”<br><br><strong>Day One</strong><br><br>Dr. West had woken up before the bell tower could pry him from his sleep. There was a feel of electricity in the air. Maybe it was some invisible, synergistic force that flowed between Avalanche’s quarters. It was obvious that this was a big day for a lot of the Academy's inhabitants. Ironically, it would amount to being nothing more than the scientist’s own eagerness to see his base of operations. “Synergistic force...” he mumbled, sarcastically at himself.<br><br>The Headmaster’s diligence in acquainting his new professor with the campus had found the two men walking side-by-side down the academy's long halls. Dr. West nodded politely along as the other man pointed out the various rooms and their purposes. An odd student here or there offered smiles to Vainamoinen as they passed, but for the most part the halls were empty. They continued on in this fashion, until finally, they arrived at the classrooms on the 2nd floor. <br><br>The soft click of the door closing behind the Headmaster signaled his departure. Now it was only Sidney: Sidney and his kingdom. Wide counters, laid in ten rows of two, formed a walkway that led to the front of the classroom where a single counter and a large desk of finely crafted wood lay in wait. Each counter was equipped with the essentials: a burner, a deep sink, a series of matching beakers and vials, a microscope, tongs, rubber gloves, plastic goggles, measuring cylinders, and a pestle and mortar. The walls were lined with wide cupboards with locked glass doors so that their contents were visible. Multicolored vials of dust and some of the more dangerous equipment lined their shelves. The back wall played host to a number of pegs with hanging white lab coats.<br><br>Dr. West moved to place his aluminum briefcase down on the desk at the front of the classroom. He removed his solid black sport’s coat to reveal a white, long-sleeved, button up shirt, and a navy blue vest with a matching tie. He set to rolling up his sleeves as his eyes scanned the room for a clock. Class wouldn’t begin for over an hour. <br><br>His silver case was clicked open to produce a piece of headgear composed of leather straps and a pair of brass colored goggles. He set to adjusting it so that it sat snug on his head before flipping the goggles down across his eyes. A soft series of clicks and whirrs emanated from the tiny mechanisms inside that established the auto-focus by default. <br><br>“Alot can be done in an hour.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 15:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(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> Combat Arena, Cafeteria<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Ghast, All<br><hr><br><strong>Day Zero</strong><br><br>♬ <em>I burn!</em> ♬<br><br>The entrance exam for Avalanche Academy.&nbsp; She was finally here.<br><br>♬ <em>Beware the light is fading<br>Beware as the dark returns<br>Your world’s in the way of harm<br>Even brilliant lights will cease to burn</em> ♬<br><br>After three years at Signal and graduating with high marks.&nbsp; She had arrived.<br><br>♬ <em>Hotter than the sun in the middle of July</em> ♬<br><br>The mix blared from the orange and purple headphones Gwen was wearing and it was likely the students standing nearby could hear the words as clearly as she could.&nbsp; The day had been okay, but was quickly getting better.&nbsp; It was never a good start when a day began with a written exam.&nbsp; Even though Gwen had known the majority of the answers, controlling her test anxiety had been taxing.&nbsp; She had focused on her breathing and used every trick she knew to calm herself.&nbsp; It hadn’t helped that the Headmaster had been the proctor, even if he was a nice old man.&nbsp; There was nothing she could do about that now, and the music, she was currently listening to, chased away the memories and tension caused by the first test.<br><br>♬ <em>There’s a day when all hearts will be broken<br>When a shadow will cast out the light<br>There’s a day when all courage collapses<br>And our friends turn and leave us behind</em> ♬<br><br>The verbal practical had been much easier.&nbsp; In Gwen’s opinion all tests should be verbal.&nbsp; She’d grown up using and knowing the material on this practicum.&nbsp; She knew those things as well as she knew her name, or her weapon!<br><br>♬ <em>Come at me<br>And you'll see</em> ♬<br><br>The last thirty minutes had been better.&nbsp; A lot better.&nbsp; Fighting was fun.&nbsp; It made her feel alive, and she distantly wondered if it was something similar to what her brother or father had felt when they had engaged the Grim.<br><br>♬ <em>You're starting up a fight that you just can't finish<br>Sending out your armies but you still can't win<br>Listen up silly boy cuz I'm going to tell you why</em> ♬<br><br>Beowulfs, she hadn’t taken them lightly.&nbsp; They were, admittedly, the weakest of the Grim, but they were still soulless creatures of darkness and animosity.&nbsp; When her turn had come, Gwen had launched herself at the closest one and spun Ascalon, her custom harpoon, so quickly some may not have seen the weapon connect with the creature.&nbsp; Gwen had known it was a killing blow as soon as the blade of Ascalon connected and then turned her attention to her next opponent.&nbsp; The weapon’s arc continued its motion, conserving energy, momentum, and time.&nbsp; The butt of the shaft crashed into the muzzle of the next Beowulf, only an instant before Gwen pulled the trigger and emptied the barrels of the shotgun, which comprised the bottom third of the harpoon and turned the Wulf’s face into red mist and bone fragments.&nbsp; She had leapt over the lunge of the third Beowulf, pulled the lever of the shotgun, re-chambering the barrels, and landed a few feet behind the attacking opponent.&nbsp; A quick and decisive strike to the creature’s unprotected back, severing its spine, put it down for good.&nbsp; She stepped on the Beowulf’s back, pressed the button along Ascalon’s shaft, which released the barbs along the blade, and pulled it from the fallen monster in one fluid motion.&nbsp; Her fight, while fun, had lasted a mere handful of seconds.<br><br>♬ <em>The sun won’t rise<br>As the sky rains blood<br>And the end draws near<br>I may fall<br>But not like this, it won’t be by your hands</em> ♬<br><br>Gwen was pumping herself up.&nbsp; Even though she was listening to her headphones, she wasn’t completely drowning out the world.&nbsp; She was watching, and studying, the professor’s movements and, to a lesser degree, her fellow students’.&nbsp; A few had impressed her.&nbsp; Several made her wonder why they were here.&nbsp; Professor Armina Horowitz, however, was anything but a disappointment.&nbsp; She was everything Gwen expected a formally trained Huntress to be.&nbsp; Armina Horowitz embodied everything Gwen wanted to be; cool, collected, and awesome.&nbsp; Just watching the combat tests of the others was enough to make Gwen forget about the written test earlier.<br><br>♬ <em>Bring it all – it’s not enough to take me down</em> ♬<br><br>Gwen visibly winced as Armina delivered a flying axe kick to a kid who’d just entered the arena.&nbsp; The fight had lasted less than a second.&nbsp; The fastest yet!<br><br>♬ <em>There’s a moment that changes a life when<br>We do something that no one else can</em> ♬<br><br>A boy with a chakram launcher tapped Gwen on the shoulder and mouthed something to her.<br><br>♬ <em>I may fall<br>But not this place; not today<br>It’ll not be by your hand<br>It’ll be your blood that’s red like roses<br>When I make my final stand</em> ♬<br><br>She clicked off her music and removed her headphones and gave him a questioning look.<br><br>“You’re up,” he said.<br><br><strong>“Oh, thanks!”</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Gwen had a bounce in her step as she entered the arena, and held her weapon, high on the shaft, her hand close to the blade.&nbsp; The smile on her face spread from ear to ear.&nbsp; Across the arena had been Professor Armina wielding her Escrima staff.&nbsp; <br><br>This was going to be awesome.<br><br>When the signal to begin was given, Gwen flashed across the field in a puff of orange daffodils.&nbsp; She moved faster than the average eye could track, making it look like she teleported.&nbsp; The clang of metal on metal echoed throughout the arena as Armina’s staff deftly blocked the swing of Gwen’s harpoon.&nbsp; The ring of shaft upon shaft sounded half a dozen more times as the combatants traded turns parrying blows.&nbsp; Then, Gwen disappeared into another puff of orange flowers an instant before Armina’s staff swept through them. <br><br>Gwen appeared behind the combat instructor and swung Ascalon’s shaft downward at Armina’s head.&nbsp; The professor was just as quick, having tucked into a roll and used the momentum of her swing to carry her safely out of harm.&nbsp; Before coming out of her roll, Armina was attacking again.&nbsp; The bo staff flashed out and swept toward Gwen’s feet.&nbsp; It was only by a hair that Gwen was able to dodge with a back-spring out of danger.&nbsp; <br><br>In midair, Gwen counterattacked.&nbsp; Her hands slid the length of the harpoon’s shaft which thrust forward with great speed, seemingly doubling the weapon’s previous range.&nbsp; Armina, once more, parried the attack and immediately countered.&nbsp; The bo staff spun in an attempt to knock Gwen’s weapon from her hand, and, for a moment, it did exactly that.&nbsp; Gwen was quick though, or perhaps she had predicted Armina’s attack.&nbsp; Regardless, Ascalon was caught in Gwen’s opposite hand, and, as she controlled the momentum of the weapon, she ducked low and allowed it to spin over her head, sweeping wide and keeping Armina at a distance.<br><br>It may have been highly unbelievable that Gwen’s smile could grow any larger, but it did.&nbsp; As the harpoon spun above Gwen’s head, the shotgun, at the base of the shaft, thundered and sent the muzzle flash and shells toward the combat instructor.&nbsp; At the same time, at the opposite end of the harpoon’s long shaft, the blade was launched, attached to a long golden chain.&nbsp; Even before the blade was able to approach the chain’s limit, it was being pulled toward Armina, by the momentum of the shaft, still held in Gwen’s hand and propelled faster from the recoil of the gun.<br><br>As if waiting for it, Armina easily blocked the chained attack with her staff.&nbsp; Blade and chain wrapped around the professor’s weapon, and Gwen pulled.&nbsp; As Gwen pulled, Armina simply separated her staff into two Escema sticks.&nbsp; The sudden loss of resistance sent the chain and blade back toward Gwen, even as Armina charged forward, capitalizing on the sudden shift in the fight.&nbsp; Gwen responded to the charging teacher by pressing a button upon the shaft of Ascalon and then pulling her weapon apart into its gunchaku form.&nbsp; The loud pulley, located inside Ascalon, filled the arena and drowned out the all too familiar clang of weapon upon weapon, as the extended chain began to recoil back into Ascalon.&nbsp; It was obvious, to even the most novice student, that Gwen had overextended herself with her gambit and was now pressed by a stronger, faster, and more experienced combatant.&nbsp; Six shotgun blasts filled the arena in quick succession, as the gunchaku was cocked and re-chambered, while it spun blindingly fast in an attempt to ward Armina off.&nbsp; <br><br>In the end, Armina would have none of it.&nbsp; She was a true predator and she smelled blood in the water.&nbsp; Clouds of orange daffodils quickly filled the arena, keeping Gwen one step ahead of her pursuer, yet did little but keep Armina from landing a deciding blow.&nbsp; When the blow finally did land and dropped Gwen’s Aura below the safe limit to compete, laughter could be heard.&nbsp; Gwen, the orange haired girl wearing laughing skull emblems, had begun laughing while desperately trying to catch her breath.&nbsp; There was no doubt that the blow she had received had been vicious, and despite her aura absorbing a great deal of it, it had certainly hurt.&nbsp; However, pain and death were inevitabilities in Eis, and the native had learned to laugh at pain a long time ago.&nbsp; Besides, the fight had been the most fun Gwen had experienced in a very long time.<br><br>Before leaving the arena, she respectfully bowed to the instructor.&nbsp; She hoped that her laughter hadn’t offended Armina, but at the time she hadn’t been able to contain it.&nbsp; The fight had likely given both combatants a much better understanding of each other.&nbsp; It surely had for Gwen.<br><br>The rest of the day had been a long slow drag.&nbsp; Gwen had been satisfied with her duel, but had wanted to fight again.&nbsp; She had gone to Professor T, like everyone else, and underwent the same bizarre physical.&nbsp; Gwen’s entire body had ached, not from the duel, but with the need to hold her weapon in the presence of the very peculiar nurse.&nbsp; Gwen had rushed to get out of the examination room as soon as she had been told she could go.<br><br>That evening there had been no shortage of fellow students who now looked at her as if she had gone crazy.&nbsp; She had smiled, complimented them on their fight, if they deserved it, and told them she loved their weapon, because there wasn’t a weapon ever crafted that Gwen did not love.&nbsp; She had sought out students who had impressed her and done her best to be friendly with them.&nbsp; The best part of the entire night had come when the more confident boys walked around the large common room without their shirts.<br><br><strong>Day One</strong><br><br>Gwen woke upon the first chime of the bell and rolled out of her sleeping bag.&nbsp; She was accustomed to sleeping on the floor and after the workout the day before, had slept like a baby.&nbsp; She continued to be sociable to the same people she’d been friendly with the night before.&nbsp; She seemed to be one of the few who actually spoke during breakfast.&nbsp; Gwen wanted to surround herself with the best candidates.&nbsp; It was the only way she’d ever become the best Huntress Eis has ever seen.&nbsp; That was her dream and Avalanche Academy was simply the next step.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 16:14:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.minus.com/jby4C6H7MqPrv1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik Vainamoinen<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Ghast<br><br>Teams Wild Marmet and Clay Dewclaw were the first two teams to be formed, but they weren't the only ones to be joining Avalanche Academy this year. Soon, another group of four hopefuls would hear their names called. <strong>"Erik Grimsby, Ruby Geniva, Gwen Albion, and Raisho Hajimoto. Please, rise up." </strong> He would wait for the students to follow suit; to get up and stand beside him, to face the crowd of the other, eagerly watching students. <br><br>"You've all done well, survivors of Dirge, to come this far, to stand your ground, and to take the fight to our enemies. I hereby title you team Ghast, to be led by Erik Grimsby." There was a brief moment, a pause, as some of the students cheered, or ooh'd and ahh'd, because hey, they were the first team not to have a silly name.&nbsp; <br><br>There would be a few brief moments, where the headmaster talked to the leader, just as he had done with the others; reminding him of his duty, of what it means to be a leader. The former militia captain probably didn't need the talking to, but Vainamoinen did it anyways, if only for the sake of consistency.&nbsp; He would tell them their first class was with the history professor, and that they could take their seats and leave when the naming ceremony was complete.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 18:56:31</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><strong>Ruby Geniva</strong><br><strong>Location</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tags</strong> Team Ghast<br><br>Ruby smiled brightly at the naming and calling of her new team. Instantly, her eyes went to the rest of the team. Dirge...something she wasn't so familiar on but would endeavor to ask about in the coming days. Don't want to open any locked doors so soon after the team was formed. Her dark eyes went to her gauntlets and quickly put them back together before gathering her two briefcases and backpack and made sure they were each both locked and the combinations randomized.<br><br>Once this was done, she began to learn and study her team mates:<br><br>Erik, their leader had given her a friendly look in the past which seemed he was personable and at least openly friendly. His weapon struck her as odd as well as his choice in armor and weapons. Based on his heavy plate, he took the role of defender, a more defensive person and focused more on frontal combat designed to let team mates flank the positions of the enemy and go for the rear. Wise choice she thought to herself. Prudent measures dictated to take him out would be to go from the rear, or from the sides when his flail is extended past it's range and had to be retracted. She wouldn't openly attack him, but it didn't hurt to analyze his strengths and weaknesses.<br><br>Gwen was very chatty and upbeat which suggested she was a socialite: something that would become very useful if they ever needed diplomacy. Judging by her weapon, she knew she was clearly a melee fighter like herself which might not be so bad. Hell she might even be able to help her with her fighting style if she allowed her to practice with her. Despite this, tactically, it would be most prudent to remain away from that harpoon of hers and pepper her with Dust shells enough to lower her guard for a final blow. <br><br>The other one, whose name she did not get was a real wild card, being completely emotionless and distant. This meant that he suffered some serious psychological trauma making him unstable. This would merit further study on her part as she did not know the best course of action to take with him.<br><br>All in all, they seemed like capable fighters and indeed interesting people to meet. Perhaps she could begin with the Leader, Gwen would be easy and the mysterious man for later. Ruby would approach <strong>Erik</strong> with a nervous, shy step and gave him a polite curtsy, not easy with the cases in either hand "So your our team leader huh? I like your flail. A bit low tech but whatever works for you. I am Ruby Geniva, of The Vale and probably the only one from the Vale here in Avalanche." She said while dropping her right hand briefcase and held out a hand "I also noticed you eyeing my gauntlets before...I can show you them better up close if you would like. Also, mind helping me introduce myself to the others? I am really shy...even coming here took a tad bit of effort and having someone like you would help put my mind at ease" She said, blushing a little<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 22:02:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Combat class/Armina's class to the dormitory of Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Armina Horowitz, Enya Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Mori Koji did not know what had upset him most in that class: his pathetic first attempt, the bullying from Professor Armina Horowitz or the lack of compliments for his performance. Indeed, he did not need to look at the counter to know he had been the best one to hit the Ursa dummy and even so, no one was paying attention.On the contrary, everyone's attention was focused on that silly Vasili Ilari. Hopefully, the blonde Ilari would take his place as victim of bullying by the staff of that school. It was obvious why few students applied for that school: rather than training, it was meant to diminish its students.<br><br>Mori Koji did not wait for Vasili Ilari's little show to be over. He swiftly and quietly walked away from the Combat class towards the WMTT dormitory. It seemed that someone had already brought his stuff into the room, which consisted of two bunks and a large cabinet with four doors. The walls were painted in white, but they needed to be repainted - in reality, one could hardly see&nbsp; the white colour in the walls, since the years and the poor maintenance made the walls look beige. A long fluorescent lamp, flickering from time to time, was in the ceiling, making it rather uncomfortable to read. There was also an old heating with no controls or buttons, which would make the room's temperature either too hot or too cold: it would hardly be comfortable. The heating was under a large wooded window, which did not seem to have been opened for ages - the green&nbsp; worn curtains whose hems needed sewing had also seen better days. When Mori Koji saw the room, he found it a palace compared to where he had slept. He wondered how his rich team mates would deal with a room that could be described as a rag.<br><br>His backpack was laying on the upper bed in the right side and he supposed it was his place - the young man was not used to arguing about anything and accepted it as his bed. He climbed the place without taking off his shoes and sat on the bed, with his feet hanging out of it. He looked ahead with his head lowered to avoid hit the ceiling. Soon the other members of the Wild Marmet (WMTT) could be entering and he was not in the mood for chit chat, specially after what happened in the class.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and, still alone in the room, he wondered whether that was the place he wanted to spend the next years. Would it be worth?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 00:45:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Combat Class/ Dorm of Team Wild Marmet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All teammates of Wild Marmet, Armina and Enya Horowitz, and Vasili Ilari<br><br>Tamika had only been slightly surprised when her knives caused the reaction of a pinball machine on the dummy, but it was nice to see their combat teacher smile.&nbsp; At the compliment on both her job and the decision she made the young woman only gave a nod in return to Armina.&nbsp; She was surprised to hear Armina give her ten points for her speed and accuracy with her throwing knives and she stayed silent as Armina explained the line up for the rest of the team.&nbsp; She could hear then Armina talking to one of the other teachers on a screen but she ignored it as she figured it was none of her business what they were saying to each other.&nbsp; She did see Welkin attack the dummy in one of it’s vulnerable areas before backing away to let the remaining members try the dummy.&nbsp; <br><br>The dark haired girl suppressed the wanting to roll her eyes at their teacher once again calling Mori that nickname of hers again though she was surprised that Armina sounded excited.&nbsp; She guessed that it was because of Welkin’s strike that had happened only moments before she had spoken to Mori.&nbsp; Tamika didn’t know about Welkin making a good leader, only time could really tell that but any other thoughts about it was cut off seeing one of their other teachers and someone else come through the door of the classroom.&nbsp; Tamika”s went wide as the teachers conversation went back and forth between a demo on weapons usage and Armina’s idea of having a combat simulation.&nbsp; For some reason she was getting a bad feeling and just hoped that their team wouldn’t be forced to go up against Armina and this mercenary named Vasili Ilari. <br><br>It seemed that their combat teacher’s mind wouldn’t be changed by her sister and she had pressed a button that caused protective gear on a rack to move into the room.&nbsp; She didn’t really look in Vasili’s direction until she heard snoring and looked to see he had fallen asleep while the sisters had been talking.&nbsp; She didn’t want to be him when the sisters got a hold of him.&nbsp; All this time she hadn’t been thinking about Mori otherwise she may have gotten just how he was feeling seeing how both her and Welkin had handled the dummy.&nbsp; The surprise presence of Enya and Vasili had thrown her off though and she had no idea what Mori was doing as they had entered the room.&nbsp; <br><br>The whole thing finally dawned on her the moment the dummy stopped ringing like the Las Vegas pinball machine like it had earlier with her and she realized just what she had missed.&nbsp; Now, as she was waiting to see what would happen between the mercenary and the two female teachers Tamika was embarrassed.&nbsp; She felt bad that after sticking up for Mori that she would miss him going at the dummy again and she flushed upset at herself for becoming distracted.&nbsp; Tamika was brought out of her mental scolding seeing Enya walking over to Vasili with a whip in her hand before she dealt out punishment to the mercernary.&nbsp; She wanted to say that she was surprised at how their Aura teacher handled Vasili but had to bring her attention back to Armina as she called out to them that class was dismissed.&nbsp; <br><br>Tamika wasn’t sure if she should be happy or sad that class had ended because despite everything she had learned several things already from just that one class.&nbsp; She didn’t wait to see whether the other members of her team had exited the room but slowly made her way toward the dorm that she had found out that would be their dorm while they stayed here.&nbsp; Coming into the dorm she noted that Mori had already climbed into one of the beds in the dorm as she looked around.&nbsp; It certainly wasn’t the pretty of places and things definitely looked like it could use repair compared to her Great Aunt’s house and it made her snicker.&nbsp; “Great Aunt Pheobe would have a fit seeing this place.&nbsp; I love it…”&nbsp; Anything that would anger the older lady was definitely a plus to Tamika.&nbsp; <br><br>She loved the old woman, don’t get her but the woman insisted that Tamika should get married and have lots of children instead of becoming a hunter.&nbsp; Plus, it looked a lot like the way her father and brother described the dorms and so made her feel closer to the two people that was never far from her mind.&nbsp; Her brother had been fresh out of the academy that fateful day and had died beside their father and mother.&nbsp; There was more to the story but Tamika didn’t want to think of that right now.&nbsp; Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she found her own duffel bag of things.&nbsp; She sighed as she unzipped it seeing a letter in her Great Aunt’s handwriting on top and the young hunter didn’t have to open it to know what it said.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, she turned to look over in Mori’s direction and her usual calm and collected mask fell as Tamika smiled a bit.&nbsp; “I should have introduced myself earlier.&nbsp; Please, forgive me.&nbsp; I am Tamika Ming.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 01:21:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dormitory of Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Tamika Ming<br><br>Mori Koji was so lost in his thoughts that he did not see the pretty Tamika Ming entering his dormitory. Gazing the fluorescent lamp for so long left his eyes a bit blurred and momentarily, he did not recognize the girl there was Tamika Ming. He closed his eyelids repeatedly until his eyes were lubricated again and he could see the elegant Oriental girl, standing in front of her. He began suddenly to sweat cold. She looked taller than in the Combat class and her winner stance made it clear that there was an abyss between her and his.<br><br>But that was not the reason why Mori Koji was nervous. That was the first time he was alone with a girl since Gureisi Keri had died.<br><br>"Hi Tamika Ming! I am Mori Koji", the teenager replied hesitantly. Such was his embarrassment that he could not face her - his gaze tried to look at other directions, but it seemed that she was everywhere - in reality, the room was too small for him to look at anywhere else. On top of that, her soft traces made it hard for Mori Koji not to want to look at the girl. <br><br>"I think everyone should have introduced oneself earlier", he continued, but shortly after he regretted having said that. Mori Koji did not want to look like a boy complaining about everything. Anyway, it was done and there was nothing else to do to correct it. <em>Verba volant</em>, he thought to himself. <br><br>"Better later than never", he muttered, trying to amend his social mistake and afraid someone else could listen to his complaint.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 02:07:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Dorm of Team Wild Marmet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Teammates of Wild Marmet, Mori Koji<br><br>Tamika could see from where she was standing that Mori was nervous and she wasn’t sure if that was because he was shy around others or if she had given him reason for him to be nervous when she challenged their teacher.&nbsp; She would never say anything though, Tamika was raised better than that and she would never ask about him being nervous around her.&nbsp; The young woman was actually afraid to know the answer if the truth would be told but knowing the true she would probably empathize with him for she knew what it was like to loose a loved one. <br><br>She could hear the hesitation in his voice as he responded to her and Tamika bit back her fears of her being the reason that he was being nervous.&nbsp; “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mori.”&nbsp; She wanted to sound polite but hoped she didn’t sound fake.&nbsp; The fact that she usually enjoyed her company coming back to bite her in the ass, making her feel socially awkward.&nbsp; The young oriental female could tell that he was trying not to look at her but the small room was making it almost impossible.&nbsp; Tamika wasn’t sure how she felt about that but maybe she had upset him when she had defended him against their combat teacher.<br><br>His next words made her let out a chuckle.&nbsp; “True enough.”&nbsp; She responded.&nbsp; “I was little too nervous from the new surroundings to be more polite like I was taught.&nbsp; It is no excuse though.&nbsp; I should have introduced myself earlier to you.”&nbsp; <br><br>She found the more she talked, the more comfortable she was getting and Tamika hoped it would be easy enough to keep talking to him.&nbsp; “Also true that it is better late than never at least in a situation like this.”&nbsp; She smiled a little more brightly hoping to put Mori at ease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 02:23:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dormitory of Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Tamika Ming<br><br>Tamika' smile was like a sun illuminating Mori Koji's face. For the first time since his arrival at Avalanche Academy, someone smiled at her. Wait! It was not someone: it was a pretty girl, Tamika Ming. Inexplicably, even though she looked so confident and victorious two qualities Mori Koji despised, her bright smile melted his resistance away and he managed to return her a shy, yellow smile. More than with his lips, he smiled with his eyes.<br><br>"I think I should thank you for defending me from Professor Armina in the class", Mori Koji said looking at her and then back to the door. "Better later than never", he muttered again and took a deep breath, as if to regain the courage to look at the girl. Never had anyone but Gureisi Keri helped him or sided with him in a dispute. Tamika Ming did it without hesitating, which was quite remarkable. <br><br>"Professor Armina Horowitz...she is not a nice person", Mori Koji snorted in disdain and stopped a bit to think about the scantily dressed Professor. His legs were swinging up and back as he tried to look in vain at anything else instead of Tamika. "She must suffer from some kind of psychological repression", he spoke inwardly and smiled at Tamika. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 02:50:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Dorm of Team Wild Marmet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Teammates of Wild Marmet, Mori Koji<br><br>To him maybe she looked confident and such but the young Ming Heir felt nothing even close to that as she never thought she could live up to her family’s ways.&nbsp; She didn’t know that her smile could melt his resistance but if she knew that it might have helped her to relax more while talking to him.&nbsp; The smile he gave her in return was more of a shy one but she could see it reflected in his eyes which made her happy.<br><br>“There is no need to thank me for that.” Tamika responded to his thanks in defending him against Armina.&nbsp; She saw him looking at her and then door and was confused by his actions and next words but decided to say nothing on it.&nbsp; “While she may have had her reasons for the exercise which I am still not sure was the best for the first day…&nbsp; Bullying students is uncalled for…”&nbsp; She muttered something about Ming Family Honor and how her mother would have been horrified.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled again this time more softly as he looked at her, not knowing that she was only the second person ever to help him or even side with him on something.&nbsp; He may have thought it remarkable, but honestly it was how she was raised.&nbsp; You didn’t turn your back on someone and you treated them fairly, it was just the tip of the iceberg of the Ming Family Honor Code.&nbsp; She didn’t follow the code just because it was ingrained in her to do so but because she wanted to and understood why the rules were in place.&nbsp; “Well…&nbsp; I can’t say that she is nice and I can’t say she is totally mean.”&nbsp; She smiled a little at his snort.&nbsp; “Everyone has reasons for acting the way they do, whether the way they are acting is right or wrong.”<br><br>Tamika was glad when he smiled at her before responding to the rest of his words.&nbsp; “She might suffer from that, but she reminds of a man that lived in my village when I was little.&nbsp; He had an attitude similar to the Professor’s and my father bucked heads with him all the time.&nbsp; I just hope that isn’t signs of me and her bucking heads all the time.&nbsp; I will be kicked out…”&nbsp; She actually at her words.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 03:11:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dormitory of Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Tamika Ming<br><br>Mori Koji listened to the soft voice coming out of Tamika's lips, trying to pay attention to what she was telling rather than to the move of her reddish lips. Were it not enough her crystal blue eyes, her tight leather outfit, highlighting the generous curves of her round, pert breasts, was contributing to distract him. She was really pretty to his eyes and the more she spoke, the faster his heart beated. Even so, Mori Koji managed to focus on what she was saying. Indeed, it was a quite interesting story about repressed people like Professor Armina Horowitz. Maybe she needed a hobby ...or to be taught about how to teach. <br><br>"True, Tamika", Mori Koji replied. "It is hard to believe that Professor Armina Horowitz is a professor here. She lacks didacticism", he pronounced the complicated word slowly in an attempt to impress Tamika with his vocabulary. <br><br>"When I was coming here, I met an elegant man in the harbour", Mori Koji spoke, forgetting all his shyness as he was in the mood of speaking ill about Professor Armina. "I don't even remember how we started talking about the Avalanche Academy, but in the end, I recall that the man told me there were two sisters teaching here. One of them really knew what she was doing and the other had no idea", Mori Koji spoke in a low voice, placing his hand on his mouth, as if he tried to contain his laughter. "It seems that Armina is the one who knows nothing!", he spoke and winked at Tamika. "Otherwise she would have taught us rather than asking us to learn by ourselves!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 09:09:10</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> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Ghast, All<br><hr>Gwen had watched as people were dismissed from the school.&nbsp; She wasn’t surprised by those who’d been named and she didn’t feel bad for them.&nbsp; Avalanche Academy was a school that taught Huntsmen and Huntresses.&nbsp; It didn’t have time or resources to teach basics, and the people who had no business at the school were only putting themselves and any prospective team members at risk with their inability.<br><br>She quickly forgot about those who’d been excused and focused on the people who were still there.&nbsp; Her excitement was building.&nbsp; She’d made the cut.&nbsp; Now, she only needed to wait to see who she was going to be paired with.<br><br>She clapped excitedly for the first few teams who were named and laughed lightly at the team names: Team Dewclaw and Team Marmet.&nbsp; What was a Marmet or a Dewclaw?&nbsp; It must have been based on tradition or, some other inside joke.&nbsp; Regardless, Gwen made a mental note of each person who was placed on those teams, and immediately wondered why those teams had been put together or even why they’d been called first.&nbsp; She felt sorry for the team’s respective leaders.&nbsp; They didn’t have an easy job.<br><br>The ceremony continued, and she absently wished that she still had her headphones.&nbsp; Once the initial excitement had worn off it had quickly become rather boring.&nbsp; She found herself chewing on her lip each time a team was announced without her name being called.&nbsp; With each new team she crossed off the weapon types from her mental “awesome fighters and weapons” list.&nbsp; There had been several that she would’ve liked to work with.<br><br>When Erik Grimsby’s name was called, her ever-present smile dimmed.&nbsp; He had worked with her brother and had been a member of the militia when Dirge had been overrun.&nbsp; She’d known Erik for several years before that, but she’d forgotten those memories.&nbsp; She only remembered the day Dirge fell and the role Erik played in it.<br><br>It seemed like an impossibility but her smile grew even fainter when she heard her name called shortly after.&nbsp; As she rose, she made herself smile, until her cheeks felt uncomfortable and approached where Professor Vainamoinen stood.<br><br>"You've all done well, survivors of Dirge”&nbsp; <br><br>So, that was why this group had been put together.&nbsp; She didn’t recognize the other girl, but when she looked at Rai, she suddenly remembered an eight year old boy with snow white hair and hazel eyes.&nbsp; Very little of that boy remained when she looked at the man who stood beside her.&nbsp; A scar and red eyes only seemed to be the very tip of the differences she was noticing.&nbsp; The orange haired girl couldn’t help but wonder if there were more scars hidden beneath the mask.<br><br>She avoided looking at Erik.&nbsp; He wore the traditional garb of Dirge’s militia, complete with the skull emblem.&nbsp; The emblem he wore was similar, yet different, to Gwen’s.&nbsp; The images of skulls which appeared on his cape and armor looked grim and menacing.&nbsp; The skulls on her sweater and skirt had their mouths opened wide in a laugh.&nbsp; It was true that she had designed her emblem in remembrance of her hometown, and those she'd lost, but she wasn’t trying to claim the honor or responsibility associated with the militia.&nbsp; She hadn’t earned that, nor would she ever.&nbsp; In her heart, Gwen had placed her own meaning upon the emblem she wore, and it meant more than respect and responsibility.<br><br>Erik’s appointment as leader of Team Ghast effectively wiped the smile from Gwen’s face and caused her fair skin to grow paler.&nbsp; Anger, she seldom felt, boiled up within her.&nbsp; She wanted to voice her objection, but with all of the people in the cafeteria watching, decided not to.&nbsp; It wasn’t that she thought she’d be a better leader.&nbsp; It was the simple thought that, of all people, Erik didn’t deserve it.<br><br>Before she left the stage and walked back to her spot, pale blue eyes gave their “leader” an icy cold look as better-forgotten memories flooded her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Once seated, she wrestled with her anger until she got the upper hand and placed a warm smile on her face, once more.&nbsp; After the ceremony ended, and they were all dismissed, Gwen grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder and began to make her way to the History class.&nbsp; She noted that Ruby was talking with Erik, which suited her just fine, and decided to see if she could get Rai to say something.<br><br>With a mischievous smile, Gwen bumped her hip into the masked student’s.&nbsp; <strong>”Long time no see,”</strong> she said as friendly as possible.&nbsp; <strong>”Don’t tell me you don’t remember me,”</strong> she said teasingly.&nbsp; It didn’t occur to her that he might actually not.&nbsp; Dirge hadn’t been that big and there had only been so many children of approximately the same age.<br><br>Pale eyes continued to bore into Erik’s back, even as Gwen smiled and attempted to coax Rai into talking to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 11:51:53</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> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Ghast<br><br>He inwardly felt somewhat sorry for those who didn't make the final cut, but also he felt glad for them for leaving. This school was for the elite, and that meant if you couldn't make it here, you wouldn't be able to make it in the real world against Grimm and opponents who didn't care if you lived or died; or more appropriately just wanted you dead. He'd rather someone have hurt feelings than be dead. His name hadn't been called with the ones who went home though, and while he was sure he'd passed, everyone would always have a tiny sliver of doubt; a piece of dread in the back of your mind that would make you nervous. No one was 100% sure of anything, especially when it came to something as important as this. <br><br>The Headmaster congratulated those who remained, then went on to call names for teams and give each team a name. Clay Dewclaw and Wild Marmet...interesting to say the least. Eight names called, and none of them his, and none of them he knew save Tamika. Some people might have been put off at not being picked just yet, but their were still plenty of people to be paired with. Being picked first wasn't necessarily the best, and instead what mattered was being paired with people you could build off of and work well with. <br><br>After the first two teams were formed, Vainamoinen called Erik, then Ruby, then Gwen...and finally himself; together they were Team Ghast.. He stood and walked up with the others, feeling pride swell inside him to not only be picked, but to fight together with friends from Dirge. It had taken 10 years, but they would avenge the friends and family they lost together. It was a start at least. After he gave them some encouraging words and talked to Erik, Raisho bowed slightly at the waist and pushed a fist against his palm in a sign of respect. <br><br>Team Ghast had history first, and while it wasn't the most exciting class, he knew you had to take the good with the bad. Heading back to his seat, he didn't smile on the outside, but he sure did on the inside. On the stage though, he couldn't help but notice the orange haired girl next to him. The way she seemed to react to Erik might make teamwork hard, but maybe he was just over-analyzing things? <br><br>After everyone had been assigned a team, it was time for history class, so he packed his things and left with his new team to learn from the past so they wouldn't be doomed to repeat it. On the way, Ruby found a conversation partner in Erik, and he just continued on his way. Until Gwen bumped her hip into him that is. He looked over at her when she did and saw a smile back on her face. She started talking to him, and he regarded her for a few moments wondering on whether to talk back. <br><br>But not only would it be rude to just ignore her, she was a teammate and they'd been friends before...or still were. A decade was a long time, were they still friends? " Ten years," he said as he spoke up, his voice surprisingly soft and quiet. Of course I remember you, Gwen. How could I forget the bright, bubbly girl with the orange hair who used to tease me about training all the time and would always try to get me to play with her instead of do just that?" Walking for a bit more, he allowed a rare and slight smile to crease his mask. "It's good to see you again."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vill</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 11:58:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/Cool_Scientist_105589_900x700theAnimeGallerycom_zps59b496d4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sidney West<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Lab; Hallway outside of the Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Two hours had passed before Dr. West had bothered to look back at the clock hanging from the wall. He made a double take as he realized that he should have been nearly half way done with his first lesson. His goggles were pushed up as his mouth pulled down into a frown. A flick of the wrist popped open his scroll once it had been retrieved from his briefcase. Apparently, he had missed a notification from the Headmaster stating that his first batch of students wouldn’t arrive until 9:30.<br><br>Green-eyes slid around the empty classroom before landing back on his own workstation. A small flame licked the underside of a Laboratory flask while a bubbly liquid with an orange tint swirled inside its belly. He entered the temperature and his resulting observations over the gradual shift in its consistency into his scroll, then reached over to shut the burner off. A moment was spent tidying his supplies before he became suddenly aware of the room’s eerie silence. <br><br>That silence would soon be filled by the distracting idle chatter of young adults. Individuals who would ─ more than likely not ─&nbsp; choose to write an entire dissertation on the art of attracting the opposite sex, rather than spend one millisecond discussing isotopes or radioactive decay. <br><br>His frown deepened considerably as he realized he hadn’t given much thought as to how he was going to go about introducing himself, much less what his first lecture would be on. He sat down behind his desk and pulled open the large cabinet that the Headmaster had said would contain the Academy approved textbooks. A bright-blue, hardcover book stared back at him. On its face was a large, yellow image of the periodic table of elements with every element’s marker left blank, except for uranium. The title read:<br><br><em>Chemistry and U!</em><br><br>Dr. West’s hand rose without permission to clutch his face in his palm. “For the love of-,” he said, in a muffled voice. Nine copies were hoisted out of the drawer before being dropped on his desk with a loud thud. He flipped open one of the books and began to turn through its pages. A small twist of his mouth echoed the puff of air that shot out of his nostrils as he snapped the book shut. That eerie silence began to fill the room again as he sat in contemplation.<br><br>And then, the proverbial lightbulb shone bright above his head.<br><br>The Chemist pushed himself up out of his chair before moving over to the glass cupboards. His eyes darted between each of their valuable contents until finally stopping on a large chunk of metallic looking rock with silver colored veins etched across its surface. The lock was quickly removed using the keys the Headmaster had given him before he reached in to pull his savior from its perch. Enthusiasm now flitted across his features as he moved to place the material on his workstation. A chisel and hammer were produced from his drawer and he set to carving out nine pieces before weighing them all for continuity.<br><br>By the time Dr. West had finished prepping for his next class, four of the student workstations each had a beaker of Fire, Ice and Electric Dust, two text books and a chunk of his precious rock. He stood at the front of the class with his arms folded across his chest and wide smile on on his face. “If this doesn’t get them: nothing will.” A loud growl voiced itself from his stomach in response. <br><br>He had forgotten to eat. A quick inspection of the clock said he had about thirty minutes to rectify that problem. The last thing he needed to do was emotionally scar some student on his first day because he was in a foul mood.<br><br><em>Is that the sort of professor you’re going to be?</em><br><br>His head tilted at the sound of his own inner monologue. Curiosity filled his narrowed gaze as he searched the ceiling. “I don’t know,” he admitted.<br><br>Dr. West traversed the hall to the kitchen with his attention on his scroll. The passageways still seemed relatively empty until he rounded a corner and bumped into a young man. “Oh, I’m sorry - uh, sir,” the student offered in a hasty apology, before vanishing into an adjacent door. Sidney hadn't had the time to respond, but the sight before him quickly scattered that thought to the wind.<br><br>He had failed to note that classes had just been let out. It was an interesting experience to see so many young people milling about. While some were not much younger than himself, others seemed as if a lifetime spanned their gap. Although, that gap could realistically be no greater than ten years. He suddenly remembered being that age. Did he look old to them? It was difficult to remember how old his own professors had been. But, they <em>seemed</em> old. At least he didn’t <em>feel</em> old.<br><br>Dr. West continued on as his eyes occasionally popped up from his scroll to ensure that he didn’t collide with anyone else. On more than one occasion he had to keep himself from gawking at the embodiment of so many blatant stereotypes: one group of young women in particular forced the image of his twin sister into his head. They had that sense of confidence that came with competence and popularity. It was difficult not to treat the entire scene as potentially one, giant controlled experiment.<br><br>His feet soon found themselves carrying him into the dining hall. However, he stopped once he realized that they were no longer serving food. He suddenly recalled the Headmaster mentioning that lunch was not served until eleven. So, he would just have to wait.<br><br><em>Or, would he?</em><br><br>His left eyebrow rose as he turned a sly glance over his shoulder towards the kitchen. <br><br>A few moments later saw him emerging from the kitchen with a green apple in hand. The cook staff had been very polite ─ and nearly demanding ─ in their instance that he take more.&nbsp; It was almost disappointing that he hadn’t gotten the chance to exercise a little unappointed liberty: he had never directly broken a campus rule in his life.&nbsp; <br><br>His left hand brought the apple to his mouth and he took a healthy-sized bite as his right hand rose to run itself through his hair. The feel of his fingertips brushing against soft, worn leather caused his eyes to shoot up: he had forgotten to take his goggles off his head. His green irises cast themselves down the hall in each direction as he took another bite. He was a professor. A chemistry professor. He was afforded the luxury of a <em>little</em> eccentricity. Right?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 15:41:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.minus.com/jm9uDpzOezHNQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Erik grimsby</strong><br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location: Cafeteria</strong><br><strong>Tags: Members of Team Ghast</strong><br><br>He nodded his head, and promised the Headmaster he would live up to the expectations placed on him.&nbsp; He wouldn't settle for anything less than near-perfection from himself in this task. <br><br>He looked over the other members of the team, and at once recognized the two other survivors. The guy with the mask was from a Hunter family; so was Gwen. So was he. He recognized the two others, much in the same way the other two had recognized each other. Also, because of their hair; white and orange were uncommon hair colors. Ruby seemed to be the wild card of this group.&nbsp; That wasn't a bad thing; if anything, it might be a good tension diffuser.<br><br>Unlike Gwen, who had had the blessing--or, perhaps, curse-- of having put the events of that day behind her, Erik remembered it, every day. He had been following orders, then; but that was just an excuse, not a reason. He should have done more. But, one can't change the past; all he felt that he could do, was to make sure that nobody died on his watch. <br><br>"It's had some modifications made to it, but it's strong and sturdy. Chernobog's been in my family for hundreds of years, besides." He'd speak to Ruby. He had a sort of stiff bearing, at least initially; but then he seemed to relax after a few moments, and be more casual. "So, you're from Vale, huh? We don't get too many transfers.&nbsp; What's it like there?" <br><br>He did make a note about her admitted shyness, so he figured when they had some free time, he could get them all together.&nbsp; Maybe do a trust building exercise, which he found actually did work most of the time... at least with the militia, it did.&nbsp; He didn't verbally acknowledge her request, but he nodded his head to it. <br><br>Like the others, when the students are dismissed to go to their first class, he would rise up and move along.&nbsp; He looked at the other two a few times; he wanted to say something, especially to Gwen, but they were in the middle of a conversation of their own. He wasn'tr going to be discourteous. It could wait for a more opportune time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 16:58:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz and Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class </strong><br><strong>Tagging: Vasili Ilari, Welkin Graham</strong> <br><br>The Horowitz Sisters both had different reactions to the one thing none of them ever expected from the mercenary, even though they had known his messed up ways for some years now. At the time, Enya had her back against Vasili, facing Armina and the students. Armina simply nodded at her sister’s apology and then dismissed the class, standing in the same position as before, having Enya and the mercenary on one side and her students on the other, while not facing anyone in particular. <br><br>There was loud cursing and then Vasili’s comment practically blowing up in their ears just when some of the students were leaving the classroom. Enya turned to see why all the drama and froze in place, cold blue eyes fixed at his groin, while she kept her poker face throughout his entire lamentation.&nbsp; Armina on the other hand, gazed only at Vasili’s ears after she caught sight for a moment of his naked lower body. While her complexion was fairly darker than her sister’s, both her cheeks caught a taint of pink…surely a shocking reaction for one such as her. <br><br>None even tried to answer on the subject of white grimm sightings and none of them moved for a while, not even when Vasili ended his speech only to sit on the cold floor and start sowing his precious pants. Without any comments on the matter, Armina casually placed one hand on Welkin’s shoulder and chose to address him instead:<br><br>“Better get to your room, you only got 30 minutes until next class.”&nbsp; She was still flustered and the way she looked ahead with an empty gaze only made her seem confused. Could it be possible that this was the first time she saw a man naked? <br><br>In any case, right after both Armina and Welkin left the training room, Enya remained alone with the blonde merc. He was still pantsless and still sowing up the cut when she placed her whip back on her belt while keeping her gaze fixed on him. She towered over him, standing tall and straight on her high heels.<br><br>“Listen…” she said as friendly as possible. “I don’t expect you to follow the rules, but showing off your…crown jewels in front of teenagers isn’t something even the Headmaster will tolerate. It’s a good thing none of the students seemed to have noticed, otherwise tomorrow’s trip would have had to take place without your presence. As lively as it is, we can do without it. Or at least that is what I thought. “ <br><br>She had her eyes on the top of his head all this time while he was focused on patching up the cut. <br><br>“If I had to choose over two evils, one being leaving the students will less protection and the other having you on the trip, I would gladly take the latter. But under these circumstances I don’t think I can. It’ll all be resolved if you <strong>promise</strong> to behave.” <br><br>At that point she was talking like a mother to her child, with little less harshness than usual and more kindness. Of course, her idea of kindness was still a long way from the classical concept, but it made the difference between her previous mood and the present much more striking. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 18:48:05</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>&nbsp;Team Ghast<br>&nbsp;Location: Cafeteria<br>&nbsp;Tags: Erik, Team Ghast<br><br>Ruby breathed in a sigh of relief at having a bit of back up for meeting the other members of her team "Good...Id appreciate having someone help me get acclimated to this new change. Seeing as how your all from this Dirge place, you might already know them" She said with an upbeat smile, her nervousness melting away a little. She would look up and tap her chin as she began to think about Vale and sighed "Vale is beautiful, a rich bustling port city, the sound of the sea, the smell of the spray and the food is amazing there. Not to say Eis's cuisine is inedible but I think a few spices that I have packed might add a touch of flavor to the dishes. I LOVE to cook, its my second hobby aside from building and maintaining weapons. I used to be a fairly good weapons smith" She said and giggled "But id need to either have my tools shipped here or have them ordered, which shouldn't be too difficult allowing for weather changes" She said with a nod while turning her head to look at the other two<br><br>"Dirge wasn't pretty...was it?" She said outloud, seeing the boy with the mask over his face "I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry. It isn't my place to ask since we only just met eachother. Maybe we can talk about it later I suppose" She said and rose with the others and looked back at him "I am gonna head to the room and stash these cases. Don't want the wrong types to get at them you know? Ill see you in call Erik" She said with a formal curtsy and headed out of the cafeteria for the rooms.<br><br>Inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the awkward meeting was done and over with and now for their new room. She found the door and opened it. With a light hum, she went to the bed nearest the window and set her cases down gently and entered in the combination to the locks. With four pops, the two in her hands opened to show about sixty or so Dust crystals all safe and secure, the padding around them fitting them snugly "Good...at least you guys made it through the trip without exploding" She said and shut the cases and re locked them, stowing them away under her bed. She reached into her backpack and began to unpack her clothes, tools and the final case and opened it to check to make sure those Dust crystals were safe.<br><br>Once her gear was opened, she hummed a little louder and headed for the kitchen and opened the cupboard and began to fill them with various spices and teas that she had brought from home. She limited herself though to one cupboard as she didn't want to hog the entire kitchen up then let out a sigh "Well then...I'm all set, my Dust is secure and I am ready to start. Though I think Ill wait to see if anyone else from my team wanders in" She said as she dashed to her bed and laid down on it, taking a manual from her pack and began to read, waiting for her first class to come close to beginning or if anyone else decided to come in to meet her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 19:13:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Armina's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> WMTT, Armina,<br><br>Having seen the changing demeanor of the combat teacher, Welkin quickly looked to her and seemed puzzled for a moment. Not one to dwell on such a predicament though he quickly gave her a nod and a faint smile. “Thank you, Armina. I can’t promise I won’t disappoint, but I will do my absolute best.” And that would be that. Whether or not he lived up to being a leader, he was going to act the part and let his allies determine whether or not he was the part. But at the prospect of challenging a teacher and a...mercenary, he quickly began to form plans in his head. Split the teams off into two – Mori and Tamika dealing with one, Tahira backing him up against the other. As he moved for some spare dust to reload hope, he flicked it into shotgun form, the weapon flowing seamlessly from blade to gun as he held it in his grip. “Is this wise?” he would briefly ask – believing that such a such a thing was well... unwise. Mercenaries at best brought to mind ‘unscrupulous, advantageous, leeching money grubbing parasites’ to mind, and why did the school even keep one around? Would it not be better to have a dedicated warrior instead of one who cared about pay and where he would get his next meal?<br><br>But when Enya caught on to the man slacking off, it seemed she shared some agreement with Welkin even if he stated nothing. While the act was almost enough to make him laugh he stifled it in the back of his throat, lips pursed for a moment as he averted his gaze. Armina quickly dismissed them, with Tamika and Mori quickly disappearing. He quickly said nothing about the rest of what happened, leaving with Armina somehow, and even more oddly feeling a lack of intimidation from her. “I’m heading there now. I’ll get my team into some sort of shape, come tomorrow we’ll properly see if Wild Marmet sinks or swims. But I don’t intend to let my team fail.” He bowed his head to her, and didn’t back off as he felt her hand on his shoulder. He did head off though, blade still folded into gun mold as he placed it on his back, holstering it. Walking to the dorm he opened the door and smiled at the others, waving as he approached. “Hey, I uh – hope i’m not interrupting but I just wanted to say that was a great job on our first class. It wasn’t what i’d call normal between Enya and whats his name...” Welkin wasn’t even impressed enough by the slobbish merc to even remember his name if it had been said. “And it was our first time as a ‘team’ but Tamika, you did great on the dummy as did you Mori. While we only have about half an hour, I just wanted to introduce myself since I think we’ll all need to know eachother.”<br><br>Welkin took a short breath, fingers curling as he flexed his hands slightly to relax. “Welkin Graham. I’m from Schwarz, family of chefs and bakers. So, tonight around dinner I was hoping to cook forour team. No better way to bond than sharing a meal, right?” At least, Welkin hoped the others saw it that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 22:30:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Dorm of Team Wild Marmet, Mori Koji, and Welkin Graham <br><br>Tamika didn’t notice that no matter how hard that Mori was trying to pay attention to what she was saying he was being slightly distracted by herself.&nbsp; To know that would probably make her blush and feel a little embarrassed by it even maybe a little secretly pleased as she never thought of herself as attractive for the most part.&nbsp; She didn’t know that he was finding what she was telling interesting, Tamika knew certainly her Great Aunt had tried to suppress any storytelling about Dirge in the young woman.&nbsp; Her calm and collected mask kept the blush from creepy up on to her cheeks when he agreed with her words.&nbsp; “Yeah, it is hard to believe that she is a teacher here, but there has to be a reason that she is here though.” She commented softly.<br><br>The young woman didn’t quite understand the word that Mori used but she certainly gathered his meaning from how he was using it and it did impress her because she always thought her vocabulary was very good.&nbsp; She tilted her head as she listened to the story that Mori was telling her while taking in his clothes and thin frame making her wonder if he had anyone that really cared enough about him to help him and make him realize that someone cared about him.&nbsp; She was glad to see that her speaking to him had opened him up a bit and just maybe they could work through social awkwardness together.&nbsp; Maybe if he opened up enough to her that maybe she could help him in the other areas as well, show him a bit of care that no one else seemed to want to show him.&nbsp; “Well, it does seem he knew the sisters well enough.” She chuckled softly.<br><br>When he placed his hand over his mouth like he was trying to contain his laughter she bit her lip still listening to him.&nbsp; She actually found herself trying to hide her blush this time when he winked at her.&nbsp; When she went to respond to Mori the door opened and she almost jumped before her calm, collected mask settled into place seeing Welkin. At him smiling at them Tamika sent a tentative smile in return, not a full blown one like she had given Mori though she honestly wasn’t sure why she seemed more on guard with Welkin than Mori.&nbsp; “Thank you and I agree the class certainly wasn’t normal even before the other two showed up.”&nbsp; A frown crossed her face.&nbsp; “Then again may be just the way I was raised.”&nbsp; To her their other teacher and mercenary wasn’t necessarily the problem.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thank you.&nbsp; You did good on the dummy as well.”&nbsp; Tamika tried to compliment in return hoping that it didn’t seem flat as it sounded in her ears.&nbsp; She wasn’t use to giving out compliments and it sounded foreign to herself, so she bit her lip.&nbsp; “It is a pleasure to meet you Welkin.” She replied politely.&nbsp; “If you want to cook for us that is up to you.&nbsp; I don’t’ know if our dorms have kitchens.”&nbsp; <br><br>“I am Tamika Ming. A survivor of Dirge and the last of my family.” She replied softly like in a way she wished she hadn’t mentioned the last part.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 23:42:58</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> On the way to history class, arriving at the room.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Ghast, All<br><hr><br><strong>"Ten years..."</strong>&nbsp; Gwen agreed before laughing lightly.&nbsp; <strong>"That's not how I recall it,"</strong> Gwen commented pleasantly.<br><br>Rai had always been committed to training, even back then.&nbsp; She never realized that when she'd ask him to train with her he thought she was asking him to play.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; It was all so long ago, another lifetime.&nbsp; Rai would soon find out that her concept of training was far from children playing.<br><br><strong>"You didn't relocate to Eis.&nbsp; Where'd you end up?"</strong> Gwen asked curiously.<br><br>A smile was given to Ruby when the girl turned to look at Gwen and Rai.<br><br>"Dirge wasn't pretty...was it?"<br><br>Gwen kept her smile fixed even as she tried to figure out what the girl had meant.&nbsp; Was she actually talking about their home or was she talking about what had happened to their home.&nbsp; Gwen decided to believe it was the latter and that Ruby wasn't trying to be insensitive or trying to start problems.&nbsp; It was likely their teammate had no idea what she was saying.<br><br><strong>"It was pretty enough,"</strong> Gwen replied.<br><br>Involuntarily, her eyes moved to the back of Erik's head.&nbsp; She wanted to see how their appointed leader was going to handle things, if he actually handled anything.&nbsp; He'd had ten years to change, as well.&nbsp; It was possible that he could surprise her, but she wasn't counting on it.<br><br>Deciding to not make anything of the interruption, Gwen smiled at her masked teammate.&nbsp; <strong>"It's good to see you too.&nbsp; I always thought that you'd make it here.&nbsp; Should be fun to be on the same team."</strong>&nbsp; She hoped.&nbsp; <br><br>Gwen didn't go to their rooms before the first period class.&nbsp; It didn't seem like there was enough time and she wasn't willing to risk being tardy.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how things worked at Avalanche, but tardiness was taken seriously at Spiral.&nbsp; Despite not wanting to get on the History professor's bad side, the class was boring.&nbsp; They'd been tested upon their knowledge of world history, and had obviously done well enough to gain entrance to the school; so what was the point of making them sit through a boring subject?&nbsp; She'd taken a seat behind Erik, mostly due to not wanting to sit by him, but, at the same time, feeling obligated to sit near her team.&nbsp; She didn't fall asleep during class, though was tempted.&nbsp; Instead, she ended up drawing on the pad she'd planned to take notes upon.<br><br>When the class was dismissed, she gathered her things and made her way to the team's room.&nbsp; It was much larger than she'd expected.&nbsp; She was actually surprised at all the space and that they had their own kitchenette.&nbsp; Seeing that Ruby had already claimed a bed, Gwen claimed the bed on the same side of the room, effectively separating the room by gender.&nbsp; She unpacked her single bag, stowed her equipment inside a locker, and placed her clothing in the nightstand near her bed.&nbsp; She then collected her uniform and disappeared into the bathroom to change, taking only a few minutes.&nbsp; <br><br>She disliked wearing a uniform, she hated sacrificing her individuality, but accepted that it was one of the costs to attending Avalanche Academy.&nbsp; The only item she continued to wear from earlier, that remotely distinguished her, was her ivory headband.&nbsp; She didn't believe that the mandated blouse, sweater vest, or skirt did anything to highlight her attributes and thought the white stockings she wore simply kept her legs warm.&nbsp; <br><br>She momentarily wondered if an outsider would be comfortable in the temperatures Eis natives lived.&nbsp; Supposedly, temperatures were much warmer in other parts of the world, with some areas reaching temperatures which routinely doubled Eis' warmest days.&nbsp; While Gwen would like to, one day, visit other lands, she thought that somewhere so warm had to be miserably uncomfortable.<br><br>It was likely that her teammates, the ones who had decided to come to the room, had found their way by the time Gwen had changed and exited the bathroom, even if she hadn't taken very long.<br><br>While not completely ignoring Erik, she'd made eye contact and nodded with a smile that said "I'm not happy but I'll make the best of the situation", she didn't visibly go out of her way to talk to him or smooth things over.&nbsp; Instead she turned her attention to the one person she didn't know.<br><br><strong>"Hi, Ruby.&nbsp; I'm Gwen.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you.&nbsp; You're not from Eis, are you?"</strong>&nbsp; There was no accusation in her voice, just a simple statement of fact.&nbsp; Gwen doubted anyone from Eis would've said what Ruby had said about Dirge.&nbsp; <strong>"I like your gauntlets, and you fought really well yesterday.&nbsp; It looked like you were trying to do some repairs on one of them last night.&nbsp; I've got tools you can use if you're missing something you need."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 03:17:25</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 Dormitory<br>Tags: Team Ghast, Gwen<br><br>Ruby's dark eyes lifted from her book and gave the girl a smile, shutting her book and nodded her head at her questions "No Im not from Eis, I'm from Vale. I thought this place would be an interesting change in scenery and a change to lern some extremely useful skills. I hope I didn't offend you with my question in the cafeteria. I have never heard about Dirge and the headmaster said you three were survivors of Dirge. I assume it isnt there anymore" She said with a frown "You don't have to answer if you don't want to...just an outsider's curiosity I suppose"<br><br>At the mention of tools, Ruby eagerly nodded "Yeah definitely! I am missing most of my good tools: I put them into storage back in Vale along with my bike. When I heard how cold this place gets, I thought having a motorcycle was a bad idea. Maybe if the weather gets nicer, Ill have it sent out here. I am already missing my baby" She giggled a little "Thanks for the compliment about my fighting style. I was a good fighter back in Signal, made many noses bleed and boys with black eyes. Ah the joys of school no? And I do so enjoy my Desert Storm, a storm of fire I always say"<br><br>"I like your choice of weapon. Not many people would think to use a harpoon as a main melee weapon. I was thinking of making a naginata once but I wanted a larger blade on it and realized it conflicted with my fighting style. I was always more up close and personal. Does it have an alternate firing more?" She asked
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 06:45:49</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enya- &amp; Armina Horowitz, Team Wild Marmet<br><hr><br>The young merc seemed to ignore Enya when she was trying to sound all friendly and unevil.<br>When he seemed to be as satisfied as he could be with his stitchings he stood up and avoided eye contact with her.<br>But he definitely heard what she said. "Like it or not. I'm going back to Schwarz tomorrow." He said to her as he began to head outside. His voice sounded hoarse, and he sniffled as he continued to avoid eye contact with anyone. "Hell...if you really don't want me to be around I'll head back tonight."<br><br>Vasili shuffled out the door behind the last of Armina's students.<br>His Pants, sowing kit, and belt still in hand.<br>He paused once he was outside, feeling the chilly wind on his nether regions and legs. A thought came to mind and he poked his head through the door looking at the two siblings for the first time.<br>His eyes were red and he was still sniffling.<br>As if he had been crying.<br>But he wasn't.<br>Totally dust in the eyes.<br>"Besides...your little mission to Schwarz won't make it there <em>when</em> they run into the Mist. It likes to fill the area between the two places when there are travelers in between. So far, it's only during the night, but the travelers are usually groups of, at the most, five. Who knows what'll happen when we travel out with more than that. Without a good point man you'll just wander into the heart of the Mist as it's moving in."<br><br>And with that he walked away.<br>Probably to cause havoc somewhere else.<br>That somewhere else being the immediate hall considering he still hadn't put his pants back on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 15:32:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dormitory of Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Tamika Ming, Welkin Graham<br><br>Mori Koji's magic moment faded away when Graham Welkin entered the dormitory. Just like a cloud in front of a sun, the team leader came in and introduced himself. Mori Koji could not do anything - that was expected and in reality, Welkin Graham should have done it earlier. Anyway, Mori was forced to admit the team leader was making an effort to look nice and kind. Possibly, the problem laid on Mori Koji himself, even though he was not ready to admit it. After staring Graham Welkin briefly, his eyes turned to Tamika's head, who was by then facing the team leader. At first, he reacted with as much indifference as possible. However, this changed as Tamika Ming behaved as it was expected from her: with kindness! His lonely heart beated faster as Tamika smiled at the team leader. Given his limited experience with girls, Mori Koji gasped for air. Why was she smiling at Graham? was his first thought. It was quite natural that rich, smartly dressed, good looking guys like Graham Welkin had an influence over the girls. Mori Koji had already seen it before with other guys and the same plot was unfolding before his own eyes.<br><br>As Tamika Ming finished her words, a silence followed longer than the usual in that kind of introductory conversations. All of them could listen to their own breathing as the pause was nearly becoming too embarrassing. The fluorescent light went dark for a moment, just to come back in the next instant. A sign? The silence was Mori's fault and he had to break the circle, since they were going to live together for the next years. As Mori Koji decided to speak, he turned his head to Graham and without looking into his eyes, he spoke so calmly that he seemed to be in charge of himself. <br><br>"Nice to meet you, Graham. After three days <em>enjoying </em>the meals at Avalanche Academy, I warmly welcome your offer", he ironically emphasized word enjoying as his legs continued to swing. "By the way, I am Mori Koji, even though the bloody Armina prefers calling me poet kid as you may recall", he said snorting with disdain. When Mori Koji was going back to his naturally silent mood, he came out with a witty question for the team leader.<br><br>"Are you planning to do anything in relation to her? She does not seem to be good at teaching. Maybe complaining for the Headmaster?", Mori Koji suggested with a coy smile in the corner of his lips as he winked at Tamika - at the same time, in a friendly gesture, he lowered his torso, stretching his closed right fist to greet Graham Welkin. The lonely boy could look like a fool, but he was far from being one: living in the streets had taught him a lot. This catch 22 would help him (and Tamika) - the pretty girl had also being bullied, but at least Professor Armina Horowitz gave her some points for the exercise - to test the team leader's loyalty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 17:13:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.minus.com/jm9uDpzOezHNQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Erik grimsby</strong><br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location: Ghast Dorm</strong><br><strong>Tags: Members of Team Ghast</strong><br><br>He found history class boring, but not for the same reason as other students. He found it boring, because they were covering the basics; which, of course, made sense. Things he already knew. He pays attention nonetheless, though. <br><br>Eventually, class was let out, and he was glad for it. He checked his Scroll real quick--all the students would have received a message on it saying which room they had-- and he'd head up that way.&nbsp; He took his time, though; partly because he was still wearing his armor, and it did keep him from taking as long of a stride as he was capable of. He also wanted to check out the layout of the place; he could consult the Scroll for a basic map of the school, but there was a difference between reading a map, and actually seeing things.<br><br>The net result is that he only gets there just at the tail end of Ruby and Gwen's conversation.&nbsp; He checks out the lockers, and claims one of the ones that hasn't been locked yet; which meant it was empty. The things were pretty goodly sized, but as he removed the various aspects of his armor, the bulkiness of the leather plates required him be a little creative in making it all fit. <br><br>Underneath the armor, he wore a thin wool&nbsp; long-sleeved shirt, and pants. He didn't need to wear <em>too</em> much beneath the armor, because the interior of it was lined with wolf fur. Not only would that soften the impact of blunt force, but it did a lot to keep him warm, too. He takes his time in unlacing the hobnailed boots, and manages to get them in the locker as well; this shows he's wearing thick, thermal socks. <br><br>"It's good to see you both getting along." He said this more to Ruby, but only because she had previously said she might have difficulty with the others.&nbsp; As he was speaking, he was getting his own school uniform, and carrying it off, along with a pair of shoes, towards the bathroom. Now it was his turn to get changed up. A few minutes later, he came out, adjusting the shirt a bit as he did so. <br><br>He went over to the unoccupied bunk, and placed Chernobog and his shield up on the bed. He'd just keep them there for the time being; no way he was going to be able to sandwich them into the equipment locker. "Ruby. Earlier, you mentioned being curious about Dirge. Would you like to know about what happened?" Erik wasn't there to hear them discuss it briefly. He figured the girl from Vale deserved to know; it would be discourteous to leave her out of the loop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 18:51:09</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> En Route to History - Ghast Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Ghast; Everyone<br><br><strong>"Are you sure that's not how it went? I didn't think there was anyone else who liked training like I did. But then again, I didn't know much about girls back then...still don't."</strong> He paused as their conversation continued. He hadn't talked to anyone for this long aside from his family for years. It was strange, but not in a bad way. It still felt awkward to him though. She asked where he went, and it made sense then why he hadn't seen her until today. The families leaving Dirge had all split up, filtering into other towns and cities which they felt suited them best. <br><br>She'd gone to the capital. <strong>"We went to Schwarz. My father's got friends there and was offered a senior Hunting position. It was good money and he got to be around people who helped him keep his mind off of what happened."</strong> He turned to look at Ruby almost in unison with Gwen when she asked about Dirge. Ignorance usually didn't bear ill will. She didn't know about Dirge, so she was trying to learn. Gwen seemed to answer for him though, so he simply nodded his head in agreement. <br><br>It had been beautiful in it's own way, and probably still was if not for the beowolves swarming it. He maintained his calm composure and nodded again as Gwen told him it was just as good to see him as he felt about seeing her and how she thought they'd have fun on the same team. <strong>"Fun...yes, it could be at that. I look forward to seeing you in action."</strong> Class was boring as expected, but he dutifully jotted down notes just in case he didn't remember, which was unlikely. <br><br>When it was done, he got his things and left with the others to go to their dorm room. He was used to sharing a room, as he shared one with his little brother and sister at one point, but never with people he wasn't related to. It would be a new experience though, and he wasn't against it. He took a detour on the way for a quick bathroom break, and was the last one in the room. So he took the last locker, and the bed over Erik's. He'd read the school rules and while uniforms were provided, they weren't mandatory. <br><br>Good, he liked what he usually wore. Looking at Ruby as he walked in, he stopped and nodded his head to her. <strong>"I'm Raisho."<strong></strong></strong> After introducing himself, he went into the bathroom and removed his heavy over clothes. He folded them neatly and then put his normal outfit back on. A black mesh shirt, a black sleeveless jinbaori that tucked into his pants, and his black tabi. He came back out and put his clothes in his locker, then hopped up to his bed and sat cross legged on the mattress. It seemed Erik was about to tell Ruby the story of the downfall of Dirge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 19:39:51</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 room<br>Tags: Team Ghast<br><br>Ruby nodded to their leader as he asked the question. Though she was still a tad shy, the approaching members put her mind a bit more at ease. Looking to Raisho, she bowed her head in a respectful way "Im Ruby...nice to meet you Raisho" She said then refocused her attention on Erik "I would like to know about Dirge if it is not too much trouble. I do not wish to pry where I am not welcome" Ruby said and looked towards the clock, they had about twenty minutes or so she thought and sat cross legged on the bed, waiting for her leader to begin his tale
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 22:18:19</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's room.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Ghast<br><hr><br><strong>"It's still there,"</strong> Gwen had said, <strong>"I think.&nbsp; It was just abandoned, but after ten years..."</strong> her voice drifted for a moment, <strong>"it may not be."</strong><br><br>It was obvious that she hadn't given her first reaction much thought.&nbsp; She smiled at her own conclusion, which she then turned toward Ruby, and added a shrug.<br><br><strong>"I don't think it'll ever get warm enough for your motorcycle, unfortunately.&nbsp; The roads here are more packed snow than anything.&nbsp; Could possibly add some snow tires and add a pair of skis along each tire.&nbsp; Would still have to worry about the fluid freezing in the lines, but I guess there's a possibility."</strong> Gwen spoke aloud with optimism.<br><br>When Ruby talked about giving black eyes and bloody noses Gwen simply smiled.&nbsp; That must have been before they'd been taught to activate and use their Auras.&nbsp; Aura activation had been one of the first things taught at Spiral; so while injuries did occur, they didn't occur very often.<br><br><strong>""Thanks, I designed her myself.&nbsp; The harpoon is actually a pretty traditional weapon in colder climates.&nbsp; A lot of weapons had their origins as farming equipment or other tools,"</strong> Gwen trailed off not wanting to be a know-it-all.&nbsp; <strong>Yeah, there is a bit of range involved compared to the gauntlet shotgun.&nbsp; Just the lever action shotgun,"</strong> Gwen admitted.&nbsp; <strong>"I toyed around with some other designs, but they threw off the balance of the weapon."</strong><br><br>Gwen had sat upon her bed and opened her Scroll.&nbsp; She frowned when she read that the uniforms were not mandatory, and decided after the day was done she'd toss hers in the very bottom of her nightstand, somewhere where it likely would never see the light of day again.<br><br>She found it somewhat amusing and intriguing to watch Erik struggle to get his armor into a locker.&nbsp; She didn't volunteer to help, and he eventually figured it out.&nbsp; She never did quite understand the need for armor.<br><br>She waved at Rai when he entered and noted his appearance when he returned from the bathroom with a quiet smile.<br><br>Gwen stayed quiet for a long moment after Erik offered to tell Ruby what had happened.&nbsp; She wondered how much Erik would actually tell their teammate.&nbsp; Gwen had only been nine, and while she'd heard different accounts they had all differed slightly.&nbsp; As much as she loathed to recall it, Erik had been a member of the militia, at the time, and would likely have a better recollection than many, including herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 23:28:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.minus.com/jm9uDpzOezHNQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Erik grimsby</strong><br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location: Ghast Dorm</strong><br><strong>Tags: Members of Team Ghast</strong><br><br>"You could probably use a fire crystal to keep the fuel warm enough to not freeze. Just a matter of balancing the temperature so it doesn't combust. I bet the science teacher would know more, though." &nbsp;He offered, in regards to the motorcycle.<br><br>He sighed a bit as he slowly paced himself over towards the windows of the room. For sure, they were rarely opened; but during the day time, it allowed varying levels of light, and even a bit of solar heat.&nbsp; After that slight sigh, he'd start speaking, recalling what he knew. "It was summer. Actually a pretty warm day, as far as Eis goes. I remember, I was oiling and cleaning Chernobog, when I heard the first screams. Someone said it was Beowolves, just a small band of them. That's not too uncommon here; it's why every town in Eis has a militia. So, near as I can figure, the active guard of the day would handle things. We'd get some injuries every now and again, but nothing too bad ever happened."<br><br>There was a moment where he paused, to breathe, and think. "But, then, someone kept calling for help. They were at the other side of the village. Then other cries, elsewhere. My father didn't even come inside our house; he just yelled for me to get on some gear, and get outside." <br><br>"It was the weirdest thing I ever saw. They used to attack in packs of three, or four... but here, they were in the dozens. My father saw more coming from the south, too. He said it was too dangerous, that we'd be spread too thin if we tried to protect the entire village...but we couldn't just let them slip through the cracks of our lines, either. He told me to gather a few others, start moving people to Eis. It was closest, after all, and the Irregulars are pretty good in a scrap. So, me, a dozen other members went out, trying to keep all the non-combatants safe. Anybody in the militia, and not assigned this task, were busy fighting."<br><br>"But, we didn't get too far before some of the Beowolves broke off and attacked us.&nbsp; People scattered, the whole thing fell apart." Here, he became quiet, and sullen. He slowly turned to look at Gwen, and though he had previously held a fairly stoic demeanor, one might catch a glimpse of how haunted he was by what had happened. Some people, they could just blot it out... but Erik never did. It stayed with him, every day. "Your brother, Arthur, told me... he said 'Erik, get the children, I'll handle this.' He tried to rally the others, and I did my best to try and keep people together. Most of us got to Eis, even a few other Skulls that were part of the escort, and I went to the militia commander there, and told him about the situation." <br><br>&nbsp;"He organized search parties for the surrounding wilderness. And I went along with some two dozen militia members back to Dirge. When we got there, it was over. We found a few still wounded, and treated them as best we could, before they got escorted to Eis. Then... we went through, and made an accounting. We couldn't even identify some of the bodies. Nearly a hundred dead Beowolves, who knows how many escaped into the wilderness. Too many tracks to make sense of it all. We burned the Grimm corpses, and buried the dead in the tower, with their weapons, when we could even find them."<br><br>"You don't know about the towers, do you Ruby? I'll show you one some time. We can't bury our dead like the rest of the world, so we build towers to place them." &nbsp;He paced his way over to the locker he had picked out, and opened it up. He reached into his gear; felt along his cloak for something. When he finds what he's looking for, he puts the cloak back in and shuts it. He is quite clearly carrying a beaten up looking metal flask, that is probably even older than he is. He opens it up, and takes a pull of its contents.&nbsp; Because hey, alcohol makes everything better, right? <br><br>Well, at least it did for Erik. He never got drunk. Too much discipline for that. Didn't mean he wouldn't have just enough of a buzz to take the edge off his own misery, though. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 01:21:12</strong>
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				<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>Healing Arts Classroom, then to Dorm rooms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw<br><br>Hearing Luna's response made Willum chuckle a little, "Actually, I was thinking more like we as a team work together to pass the quiz.&nbsp; I guess I should have said 'study buddies' instead of using the singular.&nbsp; But hey, if there's a certain someone you want to be partnered with, I won't be offended.&nbsp; I'll just find someone else to study with."<br>There was another laugh, a little teasing, but Willum was grinning and making it clear he was just joking around.&nbsp; After all, it had been less than a week since they had all gotten here.&nbsp; It was hardly likely that Luna was already making moon eyes at some.<br>"Hey Caden, seems like we've got thirty minutes until the next class.&nbsp; How about we escort the girls to their dorm rooms?&nbsp; No sense in hanging around in the hallway when we can relax in our own rooms.&nbsp; I also kind of want to see where I'll be sleeping for the next few years.&nbsp; Come on, let's go."<br><br>As they moved towards the dorms, Willum continued to chat with his team.<br>"So I think we did pretty good for our first class together.&nbsp; We all managed to fix the shoulder, and none of us looked all that green about doing it.&nbsp; That looks like success to me.&nbsp; And what do we have after this, science?&nbsp; I wonder who we'll get for that given how this school is run.&nbsp; Maybe we'll get like a mad scientist type, all electrified hair and rubber gloves and goggles.&nbsp; Would be par for the course for this school."<br>Though it seemed he was just chatting away, Willum occasionally looked at his team members, using the chatter to hide the fact that he was carefully observing them.&nbsp; Watching how they walked, how they were reacting to his words.&nbsp; As a fighter, body language was important, and words unsaid could be revealed in other ways.&nbsp; He wasn't being malicious about it, but it was a good way to get a read on a person and get to know them quickly.<br><br>When they reached the dorm rooms, Willum waved at one of the dorms.<br>"There you go, now let's see where I'll be staying."<br>As he took out his information package for the school and skimmed through it, his eyes widened and then snapped up to the door.<br>"Wait, what?"<br>Holding up the piece of paper detailing his rooming assignment, he compared the two numbers.&nbsp; They were the exact same.&nbsp; Willum opened the door and launched himself inside, and then stood paralyzed at what he saw.&nbsp; Four beds.&nbsp; One of them held his stuff.&nbsp; The rest did not.&nbsp; Two of them did not look like they belonged to guys.<br>"What the shit?"<br><br>Cold terror swept through him as he ran towards the bathroom and checked inside.&nbsp; For a moment, he just stood there, and then slumped against the door frame.<br>"Well, I'm out of my element."<br>Willum turned around and looked at his team mates.<br>"We're dorm buddies!" he announced loudly in faux cheer.&nbsp; "No one told me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 09:48:16</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> Ghast Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Ghast<br><br>He'd waved Gwen when he entered, and had a feeling this was the second of many happy interactions between the two. They were friends after all. He bowed back to Ruby, bending slightly at the waist and putting his fist against his flat palm like he always did right before spars, fights with people he respected as opponents, and people he respected in general. They may have just met, and he knew nothing aside from her name, what weapons used and that she was from Vale...but they were teammates, and while deep, true respect usually needed to be earned, he had enough for her for that one reason to be polite and courteous. <br><br><strong>"And you, Ruby",</strong> he said back. From his spot on the top bunk above Erik's, he listened to them talk about Ruby's motorcycle and he couldn't help but add a brief two cents. <strong>"You also have to calibrate the crystal so the stress from being inside a rumbling machine with so many moving parts won't cause it to fracture or crack. If it does it <em>will</em> explode."</strong> <em>And you <strong>will</strong> die</em>, he said in his mind, and made sure to keep to himself. He already had a feeling people thought he was a grim individual, and that wouldn't help. He closed his eyes as Erik finally went into the story of the fall of Dirge. <br><br>He listened intently to his account; one of originally hundreds, but cut down to mere dozens when all the heads were counted. He listened in silence just like everyone else, but he had a very vivid memory, and his mind flashed back to the village when the Beowolves attacked. Screams, howls, roars...fires blazing and blood soaking <em>everything</em>. The screams and sobs of his sister drowned out everything, even the staggering pain from the beowolf that nearly left him blinded. The one that left him with the cursed red eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;Erik was finished with his story, but he still saw the past. His uncle and grandfather being cut down as they were swarmed, and Raisho could do nothing but drag his brother behind him while his mother cradled his sister to her chest, and his father protected them from any of those beasts that got too close. The memory was so vivid that when his eyes suddenly snapped open, they were both glowing bright. So bright that they bathed the room in their light. <br><br>He grunted once before putting a hand over his right eye, the eye with the scar. Blood had started to stream from it and it hurt just like the day he'd gotten it. He calmed himself down and the intensity of the glow subsided back to normal. Then he took his hand away and looked down at the bloody mess. He didn't say anything as he silently fell to the floor and walked past the others to the kitchenette. He found a towel and placed it under his eyes to dab away the excess and held it there just in case before sitting down in one of the chairs. He still hadn't said anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 10:37:43</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> WMTT dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> WMTT, Mori, Tamika<br><br>Feeling almost as if he was interrupting some sort of moment, he tried not to let the cool tone of Tamika get him down. While most of his team seemed to be... more reserved or on the colder side, Welkin was very much a man who appreciated warmth and being open with people. “You both did great! I mean, I know we’re all new students and this is our first day, but as long as we do our best we’re going to get far. I also know i’m also the team leader... But I don’t want to abuse that power, plus I mean we just met so I don’t think you guys see me as a leader just yet. Maybe you won’t! But I hope to prove myself a capable one. For now though?” Welkin smiled, nodding to them both. “Let’s get along and get ready to kick some ass.” Maybe not the most inspiring or noteworthy speech, but he also wanted to come off as casual about this all. “And it’s nice to meet you both, Tamika and Mori. Who cares about what Armina wants to call you? You’re Mori and one day she’ll call you by your real name.” Probably! Hopefully. Maybe? He went with the ‘probably’ tone, sounding confident and enthusiastic. <br><br>“As for complaining? If you believe we should, we will. Truth is, I think she knows what she’s doing. We’re not here to get the kiddy gloves or be coddled. Headmaster might talk to her a bit about it, but i’m sure she’s seen you know... A fair number of students die. Her students. Maybe this is her way of culling the weak so she doesn’t have to see any more die.” Pausing, he gave a quick yawn as he covered his mouth. “Or maybe she’s just a massive asshole who gets off on abusing students. Either way, if you wish to bring this to the Headmaster i’ll be there to give my own two cents and support your case since I wanna support you. This’ll go for whenever you feel demeaned by Armina or any other teacher. Student too.” He did think Armina was an asshole, but he at least had some idea as to why, though it was really was just something of jumping to conclusions for him.<br><br>But for now, he was also thinking of what to cook. ‘hmmm...’ Something hearty and filling, easy to make... Because he really wanted to focus less on the dinner and more on the dessert. Mind you, he wanted the dinner to be delicious, but he thought a nice, enjoyable dinner and something sweet after would be a good way for the group to bond! Plus he really missed cooking for an audience, and already he was thinking. A bit of almond-bread flour, something else, something simple. Oh! Yes, he had it now. That would be trivial to make for dinner and dessert, though he’d have to start as soon as classes were over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 13:31:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> WMTT dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Tamika Ming, Welkin Graham<br><br>Graham Welkin was making an effort to look kind and nice. Mori Koji was forced to recognize that, specially when he praised them for their performance - of course, Mori Koji had been a failure and were Mori Koji is one of his worse days, he would felt some irony in his words. <br><br>However, there was a great difference between looking nice and being nice. One could achieve a nice appearance by words, while being nice required far more than words: actions were needed. The team leader's words came as no surprise to Mori Koji: Graham Welkin was evasive, neither siding with his proposal, nor with Professor Armina. In other words, in his perspective, the team leader was not with Mori Koji and Tamika Ming. Maybe he was right trying to avoid further unnecessary conflict. Maybe he was just being diplomatic, trying to protect his team mates. Maybe he was protecting Professor Armina - he was rich and as a future hunter, there were relationships that went far beyond the understand of orphans like Mori Koji and Tamika Ming.<br><br>"I see", Mori Koji said as Welkin Graham explained his position about complaining to the Headmaster.&nbsp; <br><br>This event made Mori Koji remember a beggar he had met shortly after being denied a vacancy at Beacon Academy - "All the hunters and huntresses were made of the same fabric: arrogance and lack of respect for those they claim to protect". The beggar could be a resentful person: after all, he last lost his arm to a Beowulf and no hunter or huntress had appeared to save him. Even so, what Mori Koji has seen so far only endorsed that opinion.<br><br>And Mori Koji promised to himself he would be different.<br><br>On the other hand, Mori Koji's appreciation for Tamika Ming only increased. Not only was she beautiful, but also did she share a similar part: she was the only survivor. Her words touched his heart, making him think there could be life after Gureisi Keri's murder by the Faunus.<br><br>"By the way, where is the other girl?", Mori Koji asked. "What is her name? She also did well in the exercise. What is her name?", Mori Koji asked looking at Tamika Ming for the first time in her eyes. What a pair of blue eyes! It was accidental and it lasted a fraction of second, which was enough to increase his astonishment for her beauty. Looking at Graham Welkin with a renewed confidence, he mocked.<br><br>"I am afraid that Professor Armina Horowitz may have picked on her too, when none of us was paying attention. Now she may be in the restroom crying", Mori Koji's voice changed from sarcasm to a more serious tone, as he realized that could be true. "Graham, don't we think we must have our first mission? To find our missing team member?", he asked looking at the wall clock. "We still have some 10 minutes left."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 14:01:13</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: Team Ghast<br><br>Ruby's eyes went wide as she heard the accounts from Erik about the atrocity of Dirge, some parts made her cover her mouth a little. She had heard of some dangerous and deadly situations but nothing like this happened in Vale. All she knew of the world came from her books and nothing came this close to horrific. She shook her head about the answer to the towers and looked into Erik's eyes "Erik...I am so sorry you all had to endure such a horrible tragedy, No one should ever have to go through that kind of pain" She said, looking down at her hands for a moment or two.<br><br>She took two deep breaths and sighed loudly "Still...you did come out with something better then horrible memories. You three have a very special bond, a deep level of connection and trust. You came out of it with friends to look forward to and the fact you aren't raving lunatics means your stronger then anyone else in this school. I just hope I can keep up with you guys and that I wont be a lame leg" She said with a bit of a sad face, turning her head to the clock "We should get going to Professor West's class now" She said
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 20:47:49</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's room.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Ghast<br><hr><br>Gwen had listened to Erik's account of Dirge's fall to the very end.&nbsp; Then she put on her headphones and drowned out the rest of the conversation and smiled.<br><br>She didn't close her eyes.&nbsp; She didn't need to.&nbsp; Even with the music doing its best to cause permanent hearing loss, Gwen could hear the women crying, the newborns wailing, and the men shouting.&nbsp; There had been confusion and panic.&nbsp; Her last memory of her father had been at breakfast that day.&nbsp; To this day, she didn't know what had happened to him.&nbsp; Some of the Huntsmen who had survived claimed he had been fighting on the front lines while other claimed he had covered the retreat of the civilians.&nbsp; Gwen had come to accept the fact that she would likely never know.<br><br>Her brother, Arthur, on the other hand had returned to their home.&nbsp; He'd helped them gather the important things and then escorted them to where people were gathering.&nbsp; He had calmed their mother and their sister, Jennifer, and had told Gwen to be brave.&nbsp; He'd given them each a rifle, and then he, Erik, and several other young militiamen began escorting the evacuees away from Dirge.<br><br>Gwen couldn't remember how long they had traveled, but it had seemed like a long time.&nbsp; Gwen remembered seeing the shadows of the Wulfs, lopping after them along the treeline.&nbsp; Arhtur had to her not to worry, that he and the others would handle them.&nbsp; Gwen had readied her rifle anyway.&nbsp; She'd lined up a shot and was about ready to fire when someone had stopped her, taken her rifle, and knocked her into the snow.&nbsp; Erik had been the one to help her up.&nbsp; She'd never understood why he wasn't fighting with the other militiamen, especially when he was Arthur's partner, or why he'd allowed someone to prevent her from helping.<br><br>It would've been just like Arthur to tell Erik to take care of the children.<br><br>For the first time in the last few days, Gwen gave their leader a friendly smile.&nbsp; Ten years of resentment and blame wasn't easy to forgive, but she had become an expert at forgetting.&nbsp; She simply had to snicker and shake her head when Grimsby took a drink without offering any to the rest of them.<br><br>Gwen remained on her bed, listening to her music, until the others began to get ready for class.&nbsp; She watched, and when it looked like they were ready to leave, she turned off her music and followed them out of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 22:06:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name: Enya Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Academy’s Hallways, Aura Control Class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: NPC TEAM (due to some changes, all teams will be taking Science class for now) </strong> <br><br>She let the mercenary go without any comments, knowing very well that she managed to get her message through to him. Enya was by no means imposing on someone’s free will even if she liked to be in charge. Most of the time she actually was in control, but this was not the case, not in the last hours. What Vasili said was true, however. She did need him to escort the students and herself to Schwarz. The Mist was a constant, real threat and it didn’t take account of gender, age or position. Neither did the Grimm. In fact, they needed as much help as it was offered and the merc’s skills were an asset in every situation. <br><br>Enya walked passed him on the hallway without addressing him another word and returned to the Academy’s main building, knowing that the break between periods would soon be over. She had her own class to take care of and while the last hours proved to be an annoying distraction, they were a bit fun nonetheless. Nothing was common or ordinary in Avalanche and even so, Enya always found a way to bring temperance and discipline to a place in which variety of character ruled. It was harder to keep teenagers in place than soldiers, that much was true, but Vasili was the exception to that rule. <br><br>Once she arrived on the second floor, the blackhaired teacher entered her own classroom. As expected, every piece of furniture has been dusted, swept, cleaned and polished. The room itself was big enough to host three teams at the same time. It had 12 desks displayed in four rows, so that the members of each team could sit next to one another should they wish it. For certain exercises, this kind of arrangement was necessary. On each desk there was a scroll, the latest model, used to gauge the user’s Aura and depict it as a life bar. Other functions like mail and IM were disabled: Enya didn’t want anything of the sort distracting the students during her class and she didn’t allow them to make use of their own scrolls either. <br><br>The 12 desks were right at the back of the classroom. Between her own desk and those 12, there was a wide space most oftenly used for demonstrations. The walls were all covered in charts depicting different Aura colors and their most known attributes as well as various other information on the human body, soul, Aura and on the connections between them. The only wall which made an exception was the one behind her which had a large screen displayed, the class’ “blackboard”. <br><br>As for the general appearance, Enya’s classroom seemed cosy enough despite the sterile white of the walls furniture. The only colors she allowed were black for the screen, the postament on which her own desk was placed and a cabinet. No plants, no books and everything else that could be used as teaching material was locked in the cabinet. It was rather interesting how, despite the whiteness of it all, there was not a spot anywhere. Not on the walls, not on the floor and there wasn’t even a scratch on either of the desks or chairs. It told a lot about how students behaved in her class. And speaking of students, it was almost time for the new team to arrive. <br><br><br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: the Dorm</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Willum Wildfang </strong><br><br><br>She had been too slow in giving Willum a reply when it came to his comment about partnering up for study sessions. Of course she didn’t want to become study buddies with anyone in particular. Did she? One quick glance at Caden and two rushed heartbeats later only deepened her doubts. <br><br>As Willum and Caden walked before her and Charlie, Luna was paying attention at their conversation. Well, it was more of a monologue really, with Willum being the only one talking. He was a chatty one, but that made her feel comfortable especially when it came to unavoidable moments of silence. Somehow he filled those gaps naturally. <br><br>At the time she wasn’t thinking of the possible eccentricity of their Science teacher, but how much will it take her to go through the first and possibly second chapter of the book miss T gave them. They came to a halt and it was then that she realized they arrived in front of their rooms…no…one room. <br><br>A short squeek was her only reaction when Willum declared the obvious. No one told her either and Luna expected it was the same with the rest of her team. There wasn’t really anything to do about it though. <br>While they finally stepped inside the room, one by one, she was also curious to know how it looked like inside. Four beds (bunk beds), four lockers, two nightstands. Another door leading to a kitchenette. She already saw her bags on top of one of the beds, the first one on the right. <br><br>“It’s not too bad…” she said and the alarm on her scroll went off. “Oh, we only have 20 minutes left until next class. ” Luna unzipped her larger bag and took out a box of chocolates, opening it in front of her teammates and offering each of them to take some bonbons. <br><br>“They’re home made. Not by me…” she was quick to explain, but intentionally missing out the fact that it was her family’s chef the one who made them. <br><br>“Welcome to Avalanche?” she said and smiled. This was her way of saying “I am happy to meet you all.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vill</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 01:33:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/Cool_Scientist_105589_900x700theAnimeGallerycom_zps59b496d4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sidney West<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Lab<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Teams Clay Dewclaw, Wild Marmet, Ghast<br><hr><br>The soft thud of the apple’s core bouncing off of the inside of a trash bin was punctuated by the digital alarm that rang from Dr. West’s scroll. He slid it open to reveal a flashing icon that indicated the arrival of a new message: it appeared that his first class was to play host to three teams instead of two. A double tap on the screen produced a revised roster that he quickly set to dedicating to memory. He would need to make a few alterations to the classroom preparations already in place.<br><br>The hall that led to his lab held considerably less traffic than before. Students were seen disappearing into class rooms, their unintelligible dialogues silenced one-by-one as the doors shut behind them. According to his scroll, there were still about ten minutes until that period officially began. It was a pleasant surprise to see so many punctual young adults. He could only hope his own class would be as studious ─ even if it only manifested in simple gestures like time management. The thought had conjured images of his own classmates and their resulting punishments when they failed to arrive on time.<br><br><em>Detention? Is that even a thing here? What about extra assignments? How is learning a proper form of punishment? I guess it eventually worked well on Brand Finkle. That guy couldn’t arrive on time even if he spent the night in the classroom.</em><br><br>Dr. West pushed himself through the lab’s front door only to be greeted by an empty room. He consulted his scroll again as if to reaffirm the fact that all three teams were composed of first year students. <em>People get lost,</em> he concluded. It <em>was</em> the first day. There was no sense in being overly dramatic until he had a feel for the students and their personalities. Besides, they still had time.<br><br>One more work station was set up with the three vials of different dusts, three textbooks and a sample of the day’s test material. He looked at the dry erase board that hung from the wall behind his desk. The equations, measurements and notes from his earlier experiment littered its face in what could only be described as organized chaos. An eraser was fetched from his desk before he wiped its face clean. He stood for a moment with his right arm folded across his chest, while his left arm sat vertically on his right fist, so that his chin rested between his left thumb and forefinger.<br><br>A few moments ticked by as he maintained his pose: an artist considering how to fill the empty space of a canvas. His brow furrowed as he rolled his eyes at himself. This wasn’t art, it was his name. Dr. West. Professor West. Sidney West, PhD. Mr. West.<br><br><em>Don’t call me Mr. West, that’s my father’s name.</em><br><br><em>Really? I’d wager they’ve</em> never <em>heard that line before.</em><br><br>He scowled at the sound of his own voice arguing with itself. Finally, a few swipes of the marker produced the name Dr. Sidney West. He studied it again before popping open his scroll. A program he had used in the field for generating work assignments and watch standing schedules was opened. He knew that each of these students belonged to a dedicated team, and he understood the purpose of grouping them together for the duration of their attendance. However, this insistence on familiarity would be exactly the concept his lesson was designed to diminish. Even if the majority of them had only just met.<br><br>Sidney entered the desired parameters into his program and it quickly set to arranging the students into three groups of two, and one group of three. Satisfied with the results, he took a seat behind his desk and continued to brows through the scroll’s stored data. There was nothing left to do now, but wait.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 02:03:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.minus.com/jm9uDpzOezHNQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Erik grimsby</strong><br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ghast Dorm <br><strong>Tags: Members of Team Ghast</strong><br><br>Of the survivors, it seemed Eric was the one who could handle it the best; or possibly not, given that he has another sip of whatever liquor he has in that flask. Vodka, if anybody was curious enough to investigate. <br><br>The flask winds up on his bed, next to his gear; the shield and flail/mace. He doesn't bother taking his gear to class with him now, as he figured he had no need for it, and it'd just get in the way. "Don't worry, Ruby. You'll get your sea legs, as the mariners say." In other words, if she couldn't keep up with the ostensibly hardier men and women of Eis, she'd probably toughen up pretty quickly. The land of ice and snow had a tendency to kill the weak, and make the strong stronger. And he wouldn't let her die; a long time ago, he swore an oath. An oath he had broken once, but he never intended to break again.<br><br>He saw the strange glow, and looked at Raisho as he got down from his spot. Erik frowned for a moment, and watched him as he went off to the kitchenette. The team leader trailed after him, and went to gently place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. What's wrong? Do you want me to go get the nurse?" &nbsp;Sure enough, the time to the next class was ticking down, but... hey, it's the first day, if they wound up late, they'd probably get some leniency. Besides, taking care of ones teammate was more important than punctuality. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 03:36:17</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> Ghast Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Ghast<br><br>The others got ready for the next class, and so did he. Not much to get ready for really, but he tended to keep his weapons on him out of force of habit, and on top of that they were easy to manage. They were attached so he barely even noticed them, and they just looked like normal arm and shin guards if you didn't look carefully. After his little episode, he got it under control and turned slightly when he felt Erik's hand on his shoulder. He had told no one about this except his family, but he supposed for the next few years Ghast <em>was</em> his family. <br><br>They deserved to know, and not telling them wouldn't make the team dynamic flow any smoother he figured. <strong>"It's...complicated."</strong> Removing the towel, he looked at Erik, then the others. <strong>"My sister got surrounded by the wolves when they attacked. I fought one off. It gave me this scar...and these eyes. No one's been able to fully explain why they glow like this. But sometimes my right eye bleeds just like the day I was cut. It never lasts long though."</strong> Blinking a few times just to make sure, he nodded to them. <strong>"Maybe one day I'll found out why it is, but I doubt it's today. We don't want to be late for class."</strong> He offered a small smile under his mask and headed out with the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 04:00:02</strong>
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				<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>Dorm rooms, then to Chemistry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Team Dewclaw, Dr. West<br><br>Well, Luna was certainly taking this in stride much better than he was.&nbsp; Willum stopped leaning against the bathroom door frame and picked himself up, shaking himself as if he was a dog and his surprise was just so much water.&nbsp; When Luna brought out the chocolates, his eyes lit up and he helped himself to one of the bonbons.&nbsp; Popping it into his mouth, his eyebrows went up in some surprise and there was a slightly obscured 'mmm' sound of contentment.&nbsp; Chocolates and candy had been rare treats when he was a kid, reserved for special occasions only or when his one father managed to sneak some to him.<br>"These are pretty good," Willum said around the candy.&nbsp; "Compliments to the chef.&nbsp; Your mom or dad make them?&nbsp; Or maybe a sibling?"<br>It didn't occur to him at all that Luna came from a wealthy family, and that they would have had the service of a personal chef.&nbsp; He just naturally assumed that they had someone in the family that was good in the kitchen.<br><br>Any further line of questioning was interrupted by the alarm of his scroll going off, and it took a little more time for him to find it and turn it off.<br>"Fifteen minute mark.&nbsp; Looks like we should start heading off to chem class."<br>Going to his pile of bags, he took out his weapons, grey metals gauntlets, and put them on.&nbsp; As he head out to the door, Willum shrugged at his team.<br>"Left them because I thought I'd have enough time after breakfast to snag them.&nbsp; And I figure if we're going to chem class, if it ends up being as exciting as healing arts, I better have something that gives me more options in case things go crazily wrong.&nbsp; Besides, isn't it a motto somewhere to always be prepared?"<br>It certainly was a motto his faunus father had often espoused, coming from a military background.&nbsp; Since he was a professional, Willum had taken his father's advice to heart more often than not.<br><br>Waiting for his team mates to get whatever they needed for the next class, he held the door open for them so that he was the last one to leave and closed the door behind him.&nbsp; The chemistry class wasn't too hard to navigate to and with a little quickness to their steps, they were a few minutes early.&nbsp; Looking at the closed door, Willlum stepped forward, and with somewhat of a dramatic flourish, opened the door into... everything he expected out of a chemistry lab.&nbsp; There were workstations where they would normally be, materials had already been arranged on them.&nbsp; There was the blackboard with the words "Dr. Sidney West" on it, and apparently sitting at the teacher's desk was the aforementioned Dr. Sidney West, who looked what Willum expected a science teacher would look like, sans lab coat but with a fashionable vest and of course a pair of goggles.<br><br>"Hello Doctor, nice to meet you," Willum said as he stepped inside.<br>He jerked a thumb at himself and then at his team mates, "I'm Willum, and that's the rest of team claw."<br>"Any particular way we're supposed to take a seat?" he asked as he motioned to the work stations, noting how some of the material had been arranged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 04:35:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">GM POST</span></strong></span></div><br>After the events in the combat class, something did not sit right with Tahira. She had doubts about the teacher, and about whether this would all really be worth it. For a time, she remained with her team mates, as silent as ever. She would bring up the rear when they went to their next class; but at some point along the way, they 'lost' her. She slipped down a different corridor, and made her way to the Headmaster's office... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 07:42:53</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's room --&gt; Chemistry room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Ghast, All<br><hr><br>Gwen's nose was buried inside her Scroll as she left the team's dorm room.&nbsp; Between turning off her headphones and gathering her stuff for their next class, Gwen had only heard a small amount of what Erik and Rai had been talking about.&nbsp; Something had started bleeding that only Rai's family knew about and he didn't know why it did it but hoped to figure it out one day.&nbsp; Gwen didn't want to think poorly of her teammate and childhood friend but the fact he was telling Erik made it seem like it was a boy thing.&nbsp; Truth was, she didn't know Rai, hadn't seen him in ten years, and didn't know what his habits were.&nbsp; It was possible he had some venereal disease.&nbsp; Coed rooms were going to be interesting.&nbsp; Gwen pushed past the boys, as she shot Rai a suspecting look and made for the door.&nbsp; <br><br>She could've sworn that they were supposed to have Aura training now, but her schedule, instead, read Chemistry.&nbsp; With a shrug she pulled up the academy's map and quickly memorized the way to the class.&nbsp; Not exactly waiting for anyone else, nor purposefully outpacing them, Gwen found her way to the lab room and opened the door just in time to hear Willum ask if there was assigned seating.<br><br>As it seemed likely that there was about to be a traffic jam at the doorway while they waited for their professor's reply, Gwen squeezed past Team Dewclaw, giving the members a smile and a quiet "hi", and then returned her attention to their instructor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vill</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 09:10:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/Cool_Scientist_105589_900x700theAnimeGallerycom_zps59b496d4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sidney West<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Lab<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Teams Clay Dewclaw, Wild Marmet, Ghast<br><hr><br>The sound of the door swinging open pulled Dr. West’s attention away from his scroll. His green-eyes clicked silently against each new face as they entered. Their images correlated to the profiles he had received, marking them undoubtedly as team Clay Dewclaw. He made a mental note to research the relevance of that name in as far as Eis’ historical records were concerned.<br><br>“Welcome,” he said, in neutral tones. His gaze snapped back to the first young man to speak. His articulation and informal ─ yet decidedly inclusive ─ use of titles denoted a confident personality ruled by casual undertones. An interesting set of traits to manifest in a student who had not been appointed the position of team leader. This observation spiked a greater sense of curiosity in both Willum <em>and</em> Caden, rather than the Academy’s policy on assigning responsibilities.<br><br>“Yes,” he responded, as he pushed himself up from his seat. “The stations are all numbered from left to right ─ my left ─ and they ascend from the front of the class towards the back. Mr. Wildfang,” he looked back down at his scroll as he pulled up the randomly generated seating chart. However, he paused at the arrival of a fifth student. “Good morning, Ms. Albion.” Polite and conscientious, or shy and insecure? Her quiet greeting failed to mask her deliberation in pushing past the others to keep the doorway clear, while the way she looked at him expectantly caused The Chemist to favor the former conclusion over the latter. Again, an interesting individual to leave relieved of the duties of leadership.<br><br>He hesitated, as if expecting more students to enter, but continued when they did not. “Mr. Wildfang and... well, that’s convenient, Ms. Albion: you two will be working at station one.” His left hand gestured towards the work station closest to the front of the class. “Ms. Mauve, you will be working with a Mr. Graham, when Team Marmet arrives, at station number two. Ms. Faylinn and Mr. Walker: you will be working together at station three.” <br><br>Dr. West studied the chart for a moment as his free hand rose to adjust his vest. “I’m sure the others will be along shortly. Please, feel free to get a lab coat from the back of the class and look over the course literature while we wait. And,” his eyes lifted from the holographic display in a way that clearly included everyone. “<em>Try</em> to refrain from tampering with the materials I’ve provided, until directed to do so.” His words trailed in a way that caused the early beginnings of a smile to touch the right corner of his mouth. “I trust you all are as enthusiastic about getting started as I am,” his voice came close to toeing the line between earnest sentiment and sarcasm. However, concluding the existence of either one over the other still left his directions devoid of condescension. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 13:41:15</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: Dorm<br>Tags: Team Ghast, Sidney West<br><br>Ruby took in all of the story and then smiled gently while looking at the clock "I am gonna head there now, Ill catch you guys there" She said with a hum and quickly headed out the door. She sprinted down the hallways as fast as she could, eager for her second class since chemistry was one of her little hobbies. Oh how exciting!<br><br>She approached the classroom door and stopped, giving a polite and formal bow "Good afternoon Professor West. Im Ruby of Team Ghast, where would you like me to sit? Closer to the front would be preferred if at all possible" She said with a nod. Ruby liked to be able to be near the teacher to hear his information better "Also where can I find the lab coats?" She asked him politely
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 15:59:39</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Science Lab</strong><br><strong>Tagging: All and none in particular </strong><br><br><br>She walked into the lab right after Willum and offered the professor a warm smile. In her mind there was a certain chant going on. <em>Say “good day, professor West”, say “good day, professor West.” </em><br><br>While greeting the healing arts teacher before didn't prove to be such a challenge, doing the same now was twice as hard. The difference between then and now stood in the teacher's gender. Miss T was a miss and well, Sidney West looked a bit too young to be a mister but he was definitely a man. The bluehaired girl had trouble talking to people in general and initiating conversations with the opposite gender in particular. To her relief, Willum saved the day once more and she slid into the classroom right after him. <br><br>Charlie and Caden followed quickly and then a member of team Ghast, Gwen. <br><br>The news of being assigned to work with a certain "Mr. Graham" which she didn't know was enough to cause Luna hyperventilation if she were younger. After years of practice and self control, the result was that being paired up with a stranger just made her very uncomfortable. No one knew the amount of inner effort it took Luna to act so natural in front of her team mates on this first day. And just when she convinced herself that everything will be alright as long as she'd stick to them and learn more about each one – after all, they’ll be together for at least a year -&nbsp; professor West randomly picked someone from another team to group her with. Perhaps it wasn't random at all but why didn't he chose Willum or Charlie or...she couldn't downright think about Caden because that seemed to bring about hyperventilation too. In any case, a sulking Luna took her place at the second station when Ruby joined in. To her dismay, Caden was paired up with Charlie. <br><br>Looking at Gwen and Ruby, both members of Team Ghast,&nbsp; Luna couldn’t help but think that she was the weakest girl on the campus. Everyone else just exuded confidence and strength, while she had none of those. Well, she didn’t have enough for a future Huntress. Just to take her mind off of any more grim thoughts, Luna focused on the items displayed. <br><em>Chemistry and U!</em> <br>Well, textbooks were usually fun for her. They didn’t ask for conversation and they made her feel confident because studying was one of her best skills. If anything, the title amused her because Luna got the pun. She remembered that professor West said something about coats. Walking to the back of the class, she took one that seemed her size and returned fully equipped to her station. Perhaps they’d give them goggles too. Maybe not the fancy kind the professor had on his head, although she would’ve liked a pair just to keep it in her room. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 21:26:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> WMTT dorms&gt;Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> WMTT, Mori, Ruby, Luna, West,<br><br>Welkin would of course dispute the claims that he was rich or even going to be successful – he was a new hunter and well, his family made a living but that was it. Of course, he was otherwise delaing with a ton of things right now, and dealing with the ‘stress’ of being a new leader was making him act a bit awkward. Of course he was trying to impress his teammates just a bit, but on the other hand much of how he acted was well, how he acted normally. Any ‘impression’ was just him trying to act how a team leader should in his mind, supportive and trying to listen to his teammates fairly. “As for Tahira, if she’s not with us by the next class i’ll try to deal with that issue personally. She may have gone off to do something else for the break.” As he assumed the dorm may not be everyones first destination after class. When she did show up, she was quiet. “Ah! Okay, well it’s time for second class. Let’s head there and do our best, eh?” he asked, giving everyone a confident and quick smile before heading out. This time however, he didn’t quite notice Tahira leaving until they arrived at class, perhaps she had gone somewhere else? Her not being at class would be troubling but once there they’d have no time to deal with it. The hallway to Dr. West’s class was quieter than the others, which either meant classes were filling quickly or that few people really wanted to be here. Hoping for the former, Welkin wanted to believe that not all teachers would have Armina’s personality.<br><br>Once inside the class, he finally saw many of the other teams and students. He recognized Dewclaw, but the other students? ...Maybe he missed their ceremony or perhaps they were just late. They also had a bit more of a grim countenance to their faces, or at least ruby did, her eyes were rather cold when he glanced at her and entered the room.<br><br>Oh good! West didn’t greet wthem with a hostile tone of voice, and they were immediately paired up. Looking for Ms. Mauve, he saw the blue haired girl and... ‘Oh’, and paused for a bit. Wow she was pretty, but... He wasn’t here to gawk, he was here for science. Approaching her and their station he soon sat down in the seat, flashing a quick smile. “Hey there. Uh, I know he called me Mr. Graham, but you can just call me Welkin.” ‘Mister’ sounded so official he hated it. His tone was a bit different, while still polite and cheery, he did want to leave a good impression on a girl he found himself attracted to, but... He didn’t want to overdo it and look stupid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 04:20:01</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 - Various Halls &amp; Classrooms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>It didn't take long for the Mercenary to put his pants back on.<br>In fact, he didn't make it to the warm confines of the crowded hall and "danced" about outside as he tried to keep his legs moving and warm until he got his pants and belt back on.<br>Of course, doing this out in the open meant that those who just so happened to look towards the Combat class got a full view of a half-naked Faunas.<br>Despite "crying" about the cut and grumbling about the stitches, it seemed that his job was, if nothing else, perfect.<br>One could barely see difference.<br>And no one did as he shuffled himself into the busy halls and began to walk back to his "room".<br><br>With that done with Vasili made his way to...to...<br>The Mercenary slowed his steps and looked about as he suddenly realized the bustling sounds of students and such had silenced, and the halls themselves looked the same as each other but unfamiliar to him.<br>He was lost.<br>And because the Facility was non-guest friendly, there were no signs to point him in the direction he had come from.<br><br>A trained killer.<br>A self-taught Marksman, Scout, &amp; Survivalist.<br>Able to survive in the most harshest of conditions...and he gets lost in a School.<br>And, being the man that he is, his conventional thought on the matter is not to wander around and find his way back, or knock on doors and ask someone for help.<br>NOPE.<br>Vasili has to open a window, and crawl out of it, scale the wall down to the bottom, where he will circle around and find the School's front entrance.<br>Because life is just too easy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 14:27:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> WMTT dorms&gt;Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Tamika Ming, Welkin Graham<br><br>Mori Koji listened attentively as Welkin Graham spoke, but he continued to wing his legs and look at the fluorescent lamp, as if it had an hypnotic effect on him. As a leader, Mori Koji would have worried a little bit more about the missing team mate. However, that was Mori Koji, the one unfitted to be the leader. Fighting the Grimm and the Mist required boldness, one should not look behind for the fallen friends. Wasn't this the spirit conveyed by Professor Armina? Welkin Graham was the one to lead and that was the way Mori Koji expected him to behave - at least, to the eyes of Professor Armina Horowitz, he was a good leader. Once more, his past was speaking louder: why was Mori Koji so reluctant to give Graham Welkin some credit? <br><br>"Sure, let's go there", Mori Koji spoke as he went down, stepping next to Tamika Ming. For a second, Mori Koji nearly lost balance, causing him to grab Tamika's right arm firmly. It was instinctive: differently from earlier, when she had touched him to help him to stand up, this time he was the one touching, actually she was first girl he has touched in years. His hand felt her soft skin and he felt goosebumps down his spine. Unaware she could have realized anything strange, Mori Koji felt embarrassed and went quiet. "I am sorry, Tamika....I did not mean to...touch..", Mori Koji did not finish his words. His gaze met hers and he went voiceless for a brief second. Then, without saying anything else, he looked at the back of Mori Koji, who was leaving the dorms, and followed him.<br><br>As the WMTT walked to the Chemistry class, he felt that Tamika Ming was next to him: even so, he hesitated to look at her or to talk to her. When they entered the class, Mori Koji prayed mentally, begging for whoever were teaching chemistry to ignore him - honestly, he did not think it would work, since Murphy's Law has always applied to Mori Koji: <em>Anything that can go wrong — will go wrong</em>. Not that he disliked chemistry. He was just too shy to speak again and to be at the centre of everyone's attention once more, specially those from another team. While he was entertained with these thoughts, he did not pay attention&nbsp; to his way and like a self-fullfiling prophecy, he stumbled over his own foot and he end up on fours.<br><br>What a bad place to stumble over! <br><br>"I am sorry, Professor...", Mori Koji repeated as he walked quietly and swiftly to next to Graham Welkin, feeling more humiliated than ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 01:41:11</strong>
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				<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>Dorm rooms, then to Chemistry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><br>Hearing Dr. West's instructions, Willum nodded as he moved inside the room to let other people get through.&nbsp; He turned to greet his partner for today's class, when something about Luna called attention to her.&nbsp; He couldn't pin it exactly down, since they were just a series of little things that he was only aware of on some abstract level, but he got the impression from her that she was uncomfortable.&nbsp; Was it because she was partnered with someone outside of her team?&nbsp; She had been pretty quiet and not very talkative.&nbsp; Willum thought about it and it did seem like she was the shy type.&nbsp; He was about to ask the professor if there could be a change of partners but by then, Welkin had already moved to take his place with Luna.&nbsp; Judging from his expression and the way he spoke, he seemed the friendly type.&nbsp; And if anything, they were just occupying station two.&nbsp; Willum could jump in if necessary.<br><br>A thump interrupted his thoughts, and his eyes snapped to the source, muscles tensing to be on alert... for no reason what so ever.&nbsp; Looking down at the floor, he saw Mori on the ground, having somehow tripped.&nbsp; Willum looked around, trying to see if there had been a slippery patch or if there was a bump on the ground, but he couldn't spot anything at all.&nbsp; And it didn't look like anyone stuck their foot out to trip him.<br>"Well, that's a first," Willum said, a bit puzzled by the turn of events.<br><br>"Hey, uh... Albion... l can go to the back and snag our lab coats," Willum told his lab partner, tilting his head to the side a little.&nbsp; "Let's see... you're a size... I think I got it."<br>Heading to the back, Willum grabbed a lab coat for himself and what he thought would fit Gwen.&nbsp; Usually, he had sharp eyes, but the measurements for girls tended to be different than those for boys.&nbsp; When he walked back to the first station, he tossed Gwen the coat he had picked for her.<br>"Try it on.&nbsp; Let's see if I guessed right."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 20:00:38</strong>
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				]<br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Science Lab</strong><br><strong>Tagging: All and Welkin Graham, Mori Koji</strong><br><br>Fortunately for her, the lab coat she grabbed was wide enough to fit on her despite the flaring sleeves of her dress. Luna was always elegant and chose dresses and skirts over pants and shirts whenever there was a chance for it. While her purple dress might have been a bit too fancy for attending the Academy, this was in fact, Luna’s first day and her favorite dress helped her feel more confident about herself. <br><br>Soon enough, Welkin walked in and introduced himself as friendly as possible, to Luna’s relief. Every boy she had seen until now just ‘happened’ to be good looking, but Welkin had an air about him which made him quite different from the rest. It wasn’t friendliness, until now everyone seemed to want to get along with everybody, but something much more different. Perhaps he just reminded Luna of her father’s younger friends, those which without a doubt have been raised as gentlemen. <br><br>“My name is Luna Mauve” she replied with a quick curtsey “and I am delighted to make your acquaintance.” Good manners always seemed to settle her usual worries and fears, but this time it must have been Welkin’s encouraging smile which triggered hers. Looking back at the items displayed on their desks, she found it necessary to continue speaking, even if the subject itself proved trivial. <br><br>“What do you suppose we’ll make out of Fire, Water and Electric Dust? I’ve never seen this kind of rock before, either.” <br><br>By then more members of Wild Marmet came into the classroom, including Mori Koji who was in for a very bad start. Luna recognized the familiar signs of innate shyness in him and understood exactly how he must have felt. The funny thing is that her own cheeks turned red as if she was the one stumbling in front of the class. Sometimes sympathy goes as far as that. <br><br>“Are you alright?” she asked leaning forth to get a better look at him passed Welkin. The teacher didn’t assign Mori a work station yet, but she supposed it would be the one behind her, number four. “It’s good that it happened in front of the class and not around any dust containers. Do be careful, they are volatile.” It took her a lot of courage to say it, but Luna was glad that this time she managed to start the conversation on her own. “I am Luna, by the way.” That last sentence was spoken in a lower tone than usual. <br><br><br><br><br><strong>GM’S POST</strong><br><br>Day Zero at the Academy went pretty much the same for all students who enlisted to attend that year. For all, except for one Faunus who did arrive on time, but for which the testing period had been prolonged for two days instead of one. <br><br>No one gave <strong>Karn Shademore</strong> a clear reason for why that was happening, but it clearly had to do with the fact that he was offered a full scholarship by one of the neighboring Kingdoms at a school of his choosing. Since he chose Avalanche Academy, the royal representatives which had also been in court on the day of his trial (when he had been wrongly accused of banditry) did their best to present the young warrior in a good light. He had experience with the Grimm and as far as combat skills were concerned, no one could accuse Karn of lacking any. Of course, Armina Horowitz wasn't so sure about that, everyone had room for improvement. <br><br>On their arrival, a meeting was held between the Academy's main teaching staff and the representatives on which Karn's place within the Academy was to be determined and if he had any to begin with. While his size and the need to adapt to the modern world could have been negative points and a reason for him not to get accepted, in the end they worked in his favor. Avalanche was not only an Academy which taught young men and women to become the best Hunters Eis has ever seen, but a place of moral integrity in which everyone rooted against discrimination. <br><br>The first day went good for both the lizard Faunus and the teachers. He did well on a few tests and barely succeeded on others, especially on the written ones,&nbsp; but there wasn’t anything Enya had to comment on his survival skills so everything turned fairly balanced. Despite not being from Eis, Karn proved to be more than used to the cold and harsh mountain environment. He could even teach them a thing or two about surviving in the wild. However, the practical exam went a bit different than the ones before him. Beowolves didn't prove much of a challenge for someone who used to slay Grimm for a couple of years, but it take him some time before finishing the task. There was also the problem of his “trial”. While all accusations of banditry have been withdrawn by the court, the question of letting someone with such a past attend the school did arise. Good thing that Headmaster Vainamoinen was a better judge of character than most. <br><br>Nevertheless, Armina Horowitz had the chance to carefully determine his fighting style based on what she saw, but some things about it just didn't sit right with her. That was also why she chose not to spar with Karn on Day Zero either and instead required that his testing be completed on the next day. Armina understood quite well that in order to fully gauge at his abilities, she needed more than a couple of minutes, which was the maximum allowed for the duel test on every student. Rather than wanting to check the extent of Karn’s fighting skills, Armina needed to find out if he was able to restrain himself. His fighting style seemed based on defensive stances coupled with ruthless, sudden attacks and while that was alright in terms of fighting the Grimm, basic teamwork and being able to NOT hurt one’s team mates was just as important. <br><br>Therefore, the First Day for Karn didn’t start with the usual classes. Right after breakfast, he had a bit of free time for himself, before Armina’s class with Wild Marmet was over. Starting with the second period, he was summoned to the training grounds where finally his last test was to be given: dueling with Armina Horowitz. The second reason for why he received special circumstances had to do with the way the representatives "sold" his qualities. If what they said was true, Armina prefered to test Karn without having to hurry. There was more than just determining his combat skills in the process. <br><br>She moved everything from the gym that could break or otherwise get in their way before his arrival. All that remained was her own weapon on a rack behind her and his, called Gungnir. She also asked him to come equipped with his armor, more because of a personal curiosity than for the good of her future classes. Armina had yet to fight against someone wearing such an unusual piece.&nbsp; <br>As expected, Karn arrived on time. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 21:10:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz <br><br>Karn arrived loose and warmed up despite the cold and his armor, having gone through a warm up routine in the open space between the Training Grounds and the Castle proper. He hopped this match would be more of a challenge then the Beowolves, scrawny little examples that they'd been by his standards, those he could have defeated butt naked and woken from a sound sleep... or as sound as he ever slept. At least the flagstone floor had been hard enough to sleep on last night, he'd heard the bedroom had rugs and wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep on anything so soft anymore. On the other hand he'd woken every time anyone in room had coughed or rolled over... maybe he learn to control that internal alarm now that he had safe places to sleep.<br><br>Opening the door he entered with little grace but much power, a boulder striding forth rather then a dancing willow. He'd been somewhat surprised at the Combat Teacher's request that he wear his armor, not that she wanted to see it in action, but that she'd thought he might <em>not</em> have worn it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spent more then an hour out of his Father's armor, couldn't remember not feeling the slight drain of his aura that it imposed nor the sense of strength and durability it gave him. He'd feel vulnerable without it, in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that he owned no other clothing.<br><br>Looking around he was surprised by the sheer size of the training facility, he supposed he should be used to such large enclosed structures by now, but it had only been a few months. At least the castle was mostly made of small rooms and narrow hallways that gave him the feeling of something built into a cave or tunnel, but this huge room with it's obvious windows just felt odd to someone who'd regarded a five room cabin as the height of extravagance only three years ago. Being able to reach out of his man-made cave and touch the falling rain these last two and a half years had not prepared him for the world of skyscrapers and conference halls.<br><br>Locating the Mistress of Arms, or 'Combat Teacher' as these people called her, Karn made his way over and thumped his right fist to his chest, over his heart, in salute before falling into a 'at rest' stance. "Warrior Karn reporting as ordered Mistress of Arms Horowitz. Your commands?" Without making it obvious he eyed the woman in front of him. She seemed to be in shape, but there was no telling how skilled she was or how powerful with her Aura other then 'good enough to teach here'. This would be interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 23:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mori, Luna<br><br>Welkin’s coat fit hm nicely, loose enough to move around in, but snug enough to do what a lab coat needed to do. It wasn’t the most flattering thing he’s ever worn but there wasn’t really much place in a laboratory for fashion. Smoothing out the coat with an arm brushing against it he took a pause and then smiled at her name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Luna.” He then replied, bowing slightly after. She curtsied, it would feel a bit off if he did not at least return her gesture and show some grace in his introduction. He was being a bit more mannered around her, and he wasn’t quite sure. Maybe it was the way she looked and presented herself, that sort of... grace? It was an aura of nobility around her. Of course, her last name was not missed by him either – Mauve meant something on this island, and perhaps he was even slightly intimidated. But for now, he did his best to treat her as any girl, rather than ‘the’ girl, so to speak. “Hrm...” Looking at the Dust, he seemed a bit perplexed himself. “I don’t know. I have to admit my experience with dust is a bit limited outside of the force Dust.” He looked the vials over, feeling the want to touch or even pick one up though resisting it as a hand moved to rest on the table. “But I think it’ll be a pretty interesting class to-” he paused as he heard the commotion, looking back. His attention was well... Kind of focused on both Luna and the table he was sitting at, missing his teammate coming in and having a bit of an accident.<br><br>“Oh, Damn.” he muttered under his breath, rising to his feet as he stepped out of the chair. “Mori, you okay?” He took a few steps closer, though gave his fellow teammate his personal space of course. There was of course the part of Welkin that wanted to help his teammate, but another part of him recognized that the man might want a bit of independence and also to not have further attention drawn to his fall and embarrass him. “If you need help, just let me know... Or let Tamika know?” Mori seemed to act a bit more openly around the girl from what little he saw, maybe he’d be more open to getting help from her. Or perhaps he was just over thinking it. Regardless, he just wanted his teammates to be in good condition for the class, and to not feel burdened by him. It was his desire to help them when possible, after all. Team leaders were suppose to watch out for their team!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 22:29:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Tamika Ming, Welkin Graham. Luna Mauve, Sidney West.<br><br>Mori Koji felt Graham Welkin’s eyes on his back as well as his prompt reaction to his fall. However, rather than babysitting Mori Koji as if he needed more help to stand up, WMTT team leader gave him space to breath. By the time he had stood up, he was looking at his team leader, clearly frustrated, even though he felt some sympathy for Graham Welkin for the first time since they had met. Was he really a reliable dude? He had been doing a lot of effort and Mori Koji could not avoid recognizing that any longer. His eyes met Graham Welkin’s briefly and a feeble smile showed his gratitude, at the same time he tried not to grimace. “I am fine, just forget this incident”, Mori Koji said, more angered with himself than with anyone or anything else. <br><br>Right behind Graham Welkin, there was a short, blue-haired girl leaning forth to have a look at Mori Koji. Curiosity was quite normal, specially that morbid kind, the one Mori Koji knew most of the class must be thinking about him. After all, not only were kids cruel, but also were the teenagers quite evil when it comes to picking on their classmates. Nevertheless, her shining eyes gave him a quite different perspective. It was not the same way as Tamika Ming, but her words hit his soul - would it be her Aura or Semblance? - and gave Mori Koji the impression that she was being quite sincere. <br><br>Amid the low laughing Mori Koji could listen (was he actually listening?), her self-introduction calmed him down. The feeble smile offered to Graham Welkin was also offered to Luna Mauve and this time, Mori Koji seemed to be more friendly than before. “Greetings, Luna Mauve, I am Mori Koji...indeed, it could have been worse”, he agreed trying to look at her and not to feel ashamed. His shyness prevented him from speaking more.<br><br>Only then, Mori Koji realized that next to Graham Welkin there was no empty place. He did not know the places should be assigned to each student by Professor Sidney West – he had not seen that since he left the primary school – and Mori Koji took the place behind Luna Mauve.&nbsp; Looking at the empty place next to him, the shy student made a great effort and waved at Tamika Ming in the hope she would seat in that place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 22:44:28</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 - Exterior Wall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> CLOSED<br><hr><br>Sometime during Vasili's descent he had reattached his mask back over the lower part of his face.<br>That mask was as much a breathing mask, as it was a "keep warm" mask, and a "you can't immediately identify me" mask. Because of the way it looked, many people who had seen him after an assassination and lived could not accurately describe what the mask actually looked like.<br>There were many Wanted Posters in Vale and other places where the Mask was largely out of shape, or had "extra" attachments to them.<br>The closest picture he had seen to it was one that he drew up himself...then immediately burned.<br><br>Climbing down had taken a lot longer than he had hoped, and every five minutes he mentally kicked himself for not bringing his Pack along.<br>His Pack, that conveniently held rope within.<br>Along the way, he had passed several windows.<br>Some had classes, some didn't.<br>The one's that didn't have classes, he tried to open the window to before moving on.<br>The one's that did...well...making faces behind the teachers back, or distracting the teachers themselves was a fun way to pass the time.<br>Somewhere after the last class he disturbed, it hit him.<br>Why not ask them for help to find out where he was?<br>Then he could determine how far the floor was!<br><br>Vasili's realization made him stop climbing for a bit, not knowing that he was standing on a window sill of a full random classroom. Everything from his waist down visible.<br>Of course, that didn't matter since he was wearing his pants.<br>But the realization made him happier than it would with most and he began to scream profanities, and victory taunts, as if he had won against some equally strong rival.<br>"YEAH! Fuck <em>you</em> School! You thought you could pull a fast one on me with your twisty, confusing halls? I took your challenge and fucked it in the Ass!"<br><br>Of course, the random class could hear him.<br>How could they not?<br>And then came the Hip Thrusts.<br>The Mercenary found enough balance on the Window sill where he could let go of the wall and use his arms to further strengthen his Thrusts.<br>"You like that!? Yeah! Fuckin' take that shit! In. Your. Ass!" He thrusted with each sentence, then with each word.<br>"How about a change of pace? Uh! You like it when my dick does that!?" Vasili gyrated his hips then gave a few smaller thrusts.<br>"I'll. Fuck. You. In. The. Ass!" He gave a powerful thrust with each word. And then faked an orgasm. "That's right! I just fucked your ass, school!"<br>Actually...he fucked a window.<br>Each Hip Thrust made his crotch lightly tap the window.<br>If no one noticed the first time, they sure did now.<br><br>And then gravity kicked in.<br>He leaned back with his upper body during his fake orgasm, and watched as the window full of gawking students came into view, along with his feet, which were still on the Window Sill.<br>"Huh?"<br>The Mercenary had no time to contemplate what was happening when the falling sensation came and he had nothing else to do but- "Oh FFFFFUUUUU-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"<br>He was done for.<br>His life flashed before his eyes, along with a good number of sex memories, and the multiple dreams of Enya and some other Women he was planning to get with, but would never be able to-<br>His life flashing moment, and scream were cut off when he hit, broke, and then fell through a wooden roof.<br>Lying in a painful heap covered in roof material he coughed, and groaned in pain.<br>What happened?<br>He landed in something.<br>Someone said Life after Death wasn't painful, and he felt pain, which means he wasn't dead.<br>The Mercenary rolled his head to the left and saw Karn and Armina standing there.<br>Which means he was back at the Combat Classroom...right?<br>Whatever.<br>Vasili pointed up where he had come from, then with that same gesture, flipped it, and gave the finger.<br>"Fuck you, Schoo-GACK!"<br>His Rifle, which had separated from his shoulder during the fall, promptly landed on him, remaining undamaged.<br>However, it landed on his chest first. The solid butt stock of his rifle, "seesaw'd" right into his balls.<br><br>The Mercenary opened his mouth to speak, but instead a cough came out, and he slowly curled up into the fetal position, his hands gently cradling his groin.<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Avalanche Academy - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 23:16:16</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> Chemistry room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone in the Chemistry class<br><hr><br>After hearing instructions from Professor West, Gwen began to move toward where the lab coats hung.&nbsp; A loud thump behind her made her react quickly, ever battle ready, and she spun to assess the situation and figure what had happened.&nbsp; When she saw a boy on the ground, her eyes narrowed and she quickly looked for the culprit who'd pushed or tripped him ready to give a verbal admonishing.&nbsp; Her look quickly turned puzzled when she didn't see a likely perpetrator and her gaze returned to Mori Koji.&nbsp; This was an Academy that taught Huntsmen and Huntresses, he surely hadn't fallen on his own, she thought.<br><br>Seeing that the kid was uninjured, she decided not to bring any more attention to the mishap.&nbsp; Besides, his teammates were already checking on him.<br><br>Willum caught her attention when he said her last name and Gwen couldn't help but smile, <strong>"It's Gwen."</strong><br><br>Willum had been done really well against both the Beowulfs and Professor Armina the day before and he was the owner of the gunmetal grey gun gauntlets, which he was wearing even now.&nbsp; Gwen couldn't help but feel excited that she was paired up with him.&nbsp; She'd seen him move through three, and maybe a fourth, fighting style when he'd faced Professor Armina and Gwen couldn't help but wonder if he would be willing to train with her.<br><br>Her cheeks and ears felt warm when Willum said he'd get her a lab coat and then began to measure her up.&nbsp; <strong>"Uh... okay"</strong> She said before she glanced around the room and wondered if anyone else had heard that.<br><br>As Willum went to get their coats, Gwen silently walked to the station the professor had pointed out, while her mind raced with possibilities.&nbsp; What if he picks something way too small?&nbsp; What if he gets something too big?&nbsp; What does it mean if he gets it just right?<br><br>A few moments later Willum had returned and tossed her a white coat, which she caught effortlessly.&nbsp; She complied to his insistence of putting on the coat.&nbsp; She slipped her arms into the sleeves and shrugged the coat onto her shoulders.&nbsp; The sleeves were only slightly too long, nothing she couldn't fix by rolling them up a few inches.&nbsp; She quickly realized that she couldn't button the coat all the way up and adjusted the fabric so it wasn't so obvious.&nbsp; She hoped it was okay to wear it as it was.<br><br>She shot Willum an appreciative smile, <strong>"Thanks."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 03:03:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>No sooner had Karn reported then the roof fell in, and someone with it. Karn watched as they tried to insult the school building itself only to be silenced, and apparently defeated, by their own weapon. He looked back to the Weapons Master. "You appear to have caught an idiot. Would you like me to throw it back for you?" He pointed back up at the hole in the ceiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 18:36:04</strong>
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				<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>Dorm rooms, then to Chemistry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><br>"Anytime," Willum replied cheerfully.&nbsp; "Though I don't get how they can make a coat where the sleeves are too long but the front is a bit too tight.&nbsp; I don't think they make lab coasts for different genders."<br>Willum shrugged, "Anyways, hi Gwen, you can call me Willum.&nbsp; I don't really think of myself as a 'Mr.' just yet, and Wildfang is a bit over the top for someone like me.&nbsp; That's the kind of name for someone who walks around in leather or denim jackets with their sleeves torn off and a crazy hair style.&nbsp; I just have bed head."<br><br>Being able to pair a name to her distinctive hair colour stirred a memory from yesterday, and Willum snapped his fingers in recollections.<br>"Hey, I remember you from the combat trials yesterday.&nbsp; You had the transforming weapon, the harpoon that turned into a three-section staff with a built-in firearm.&nbsp; It was pretty impressive."<br>He remembered being impressed by the vast array of weapons employed by the applicants.&nbsp; Some of them had been particularly complicated, and Willum had learned a lot in regards to being prepared for potential surprises.&nbsp; He had experience with defending against a variety of weapons, but what he had seen had shown him that there was still much more to learn.&nbsp; Which to him, was an excellent thing.&nbsp; Gwen's weapon had been particularly interesting, and while as an accomplished martial artist he could tease out how he would use it, Gwen had used hers in ways he wouldn't have thought possible at the time.<br><br>"I thought you did pretty good yesterday, and I guess I was right since you're here.&nbsp; You were really moving it when dueling against Professor Armina, and it looked me like you had a lot of experience using your weapon.&nbsp; I have some weapon training, but yours is pretty complex and," Willum lifted up his hands and wiggled his fingers, "I like sticking with these myself.&nbsp; So is your semblance speed?&nbsp; I could just barely track you near the last bit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 18:58:39</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Karn Shademore, Vasili Ilari </strong><br><br>Within the few minutes of break she had between arranging the gym and Karn’s appearance, Armina had enough time to think back on the class she had with Wild Marmet. She was still wearing her waterproof black suit, covering her body from neck to ankle with a large metal zipper up front. The suit itself was warm and equipped with a hood. <br><br>Taking the four students into consideration, one by one, she made a few mental notes which would later on be confronted with the written ones she did after the entrance test. <em>Welkin Graham, leader. Prone to self-sacrifice, need to test the second form of his blade. Improve swing speed, check hand to hand combat skills, test ability to make fast decisions. Poet Kid…what’s his real name again? Able to use heavy weaponry, psychological blocks, slow pace, better start with equilibrium first. Motion test, also have miss T run a detailed check up on his inner ears.Tamika Ming – change weapon, test semblance duration. Which was the last one? Atemu something…very good potential, too reserved for her own good. Expect her to drop out.</em><br><br>The loud thuds of Karn Shademore’s steps announced her arrival. Armina still had to get used to&nbsp; his manner of saluting and addressing the others, including herself. “Mistress of Arms” had a nice ring to it now that she thought about it. Karn’s voice was followed by another shouting profanities against the school, then by a crack and somehow Vasili’s body falling in from the ceiling to their right. <br><br>The ground floor of the building had a closed terrace, adjoining the gym which - unlike the rest of the combat class - was made of wood. It was also the only structure linking the training grounds to the rest of the Academy. This was Armina’s “relaxing space”, decorated and build according to Eastern Asian design, which was used both as a tea room and a place for meditation. Well, not that oftenly used, but it was the only place besides her own bedroom which had Armina’s personal touch in terms of interior design. It still held the traditional tatami mats, a pine wood center pilar and the alcove pilar, but the scroll painting was of European design depicting her own Escrima sticks.&nbsp; The sliding doors opened automatically when the system sensed pressure on the inner floor. <br><br><em>The pantless guy</em> was her first thought before Karn voiced her other opinion about the merc. <br><br>“Bugs are better off squashed than thrown back into the dirt.” She replied and stepped back, allowing Karn to get rid of the nuisance. “I’d rather you do it, I just cleaned up the place.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 19:48:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Karn nodded and rumbled over toward the downed Merc, muttering under his breath apparently without noticing. <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">"I like bugs... this guy's clearly a fish out of water, must belong to one of those 'circus' things I've heard about... Don't see the appeal myself but <em>somebody</em> must like them...no accounting for taste I suppose..."</span><br><br>This unintentional soliloquy carried him over to the downed and curled body where he bent down, intending to seize the offending specimen by his collar and belt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 21:04:25</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Science Lab</strong><br><strong>Tagging: All </strong><br><br>She was glad that Mori was ok, both physically and otherwise. He looked like he had more on his mind than just the class, but Luna believed it was rude to pry into another’s emotional state unless asked. Of course, she was also the kind of girl who avoided judging others by first impressions. <br><br>Looking at how Welkin chose to help his teammate by giving him some space instead of blatantly rushing towards him like a valiant knight made Luna smile just a bit. She feared that a wider one might be taken the wrong way by her current classmates. <br><br>“You’re both from Wild Marmet, right?” she asked her lab partner. “I’m from Clay Dewclaw along with Willum.” She pointed towards her team mate which was then heading to take lab coats for both him and Gwen. <br>“I don’t know the name of the other teams, though.” She said more to herself wondering if it wouldn’t be best to just outright ask Gwen or Ruby for their names ’. <br>"What did you have before this class? We were with miss Tajeddigt at Healing Arts, she's even more interesting than she was at the entrance exam."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hotaru37</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 04:12:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://freedesktopwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/wallpaper-anime-girls-japan-181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamika Ming<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Dorm of Team Wild Marmet &gt;Chemistry Class, Mori Koji, Welkin Graham, Willum Wildfang, Luna Mauve, Sidney West, and Gwen Albion <br><br>Of course Tamika would have no idea what Mori was thinking as she had turned and had spoken politely to Welkin and such.&nbsp; It was just the way she had been raised by her parents and her Great Aunt was actually quite stickler on the whole thing as well though the old woman probably had her own reasons for this.&nbsp; The silence that followed between them for a moment was kind of weird but she pushed it away as she turned her head toward Mori when he started to speak.&nbsp; She could tell that maybe Mori wasn’t exactly happy as he introduced himself but wasn’t quite sure why and decided that it was a good idea to just remain silent for the time being.&nbsp; When he spoke to Welkin about their combat teacher and then winked at her Tamika had to hide her smile seeing and getting the idea of what Mori was trying to do.&nbsp; <br><br>She could tell that Mori was trying to judge where Welkin would stand if it came to them versus Armina and test his loyalty to their little newly formed group.&nbsp; The fact that Welkin seemed to really want to press upon them that they had done good in the class she found it hard to let down the walls she had built to protect herself along with her chilly personality.&nbsp; The young woman was actually glad that Welkin was willing to prove himself as team leader as the young man continued talking and actually smirked when he talked about kicking ass.&nbsp; There was actually a few points going in her head toward him now despite the beginning they all seemed to have had though a frown crossed her face as the boys continued speaking about Armina.&nbsp; She didn’t want to break into the conversation between them unsure where she really stood with the combat teacher as while she wasn’t necessarily fond of her and didn’t like how she did things in a way she could see Welkin’s point as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Tamika didn’t know what Welkin knew about the woman and would probably be glad later as she listened to the boys talk that she decided to remain silent.&nbsp; The young woman was pleased though that if it came down to it that Welkin would back them if they decided to complain.&nbsp; Though maybe if she would have known Mori’s thoughts she might have opened her mouth and said something to him as least in private as she knew from something her father use to tell her about a leader having to be the one to keep a balance between the team members and outside people.&nbsp; It wasn’t the easiest thing and sometimes things had to be overlooked to keep things from blowing up in the teams faces.&nbsp; She didn’t know what Mori was thinking though and so Tamika couldn’t explain what she knew to her new teammate and friend.<br><br>Also she had no idea that Mori had a similar past to her in a way, otherwise the last Ming family member might have opened up more to the boy she had been previously talking to.&nbsp; At Mori asking about the other female of their group, her eyes immediately searched the room and frowned until she met Mori’s eyes again and found herself blushing.&nbsp; She found that she couldn’t answer Mori’s question could only listen when he spoke to Welkin about trying to find their lost teammate.&nbsp; She truly wondered if the other female had been picked on by their combat teacher but the young dark haired female couldn’t be sure.&nbsp; Tamika wasn’t sure what would be the best course of action when it came to Tahira, whether it would be better to look for her or go to class, but she did bite her lip when Welkin said they should just head to class because it didn’t feel right to just leave the girl not knowing where she was.&nbsp; <br><br>Tamika watched as Welkin started to go out the door expecting the two of them just to follow him to their next class.&nbsp; She saw movement from beside her and didn’t Mori loose his balance until it was too late, but when he grabbed her arm to steady herself she didn’t say a word.&nbsp; There was a look of relief in her eyes though that he was alright and she shook her head when he tried to apologize to her.&nbsp; She hadn’t noticed anything strange her mind more worried about him than anything else.&nbsp; “It is fine, Mori.&nbsp; You alright?”&nbsp; Her voice was soft as she asked him.&nbsp; She walked beside Mori into the classroom behind Welkin watching for a moment as he spoke to another girl who she recognized from DewClaw.<br><br>She stopped seeing some faces she hadn’t seen in a long time and the female found herself biting her lip again unsure what she should do.&nbsp; Faces from her past in Dirge and she felt her heart beating faster inside her chest so much that she didn’t notice that Mori had tripped until she realized that he had hit the ground on all fours.&nbsp; Before she could say anything to him he stood back up and made his way to Welkin and she felt trapped standing there close to the door.&nbsp; She watched as a boy from team DewClaw got lab coats for him and a girl she remembered from Dirge but still she was stuck unsure whether to join Welkin or Mori.&nbsp; She watched Welkin and Luna talking to each other and Mori like they were making sure he was alright and she smiled slightly seeing that he was talking to them himself and hoped he would be able to open up more.&nbsp; <br><br>Tamika came back to herself as she saw Mori waving to her and slowly made her way toward him until she was beside him and slipped quietly into the seat that was beside him.&nbsp; She didn’t know she actually looked quite pale but coming face to face with others from Dirge surprised her though she knew that she shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was.&nbsp; In a way she wanted to go back to the dorm as she watched the other students moving around and she closed her eyes.&nbsp; She could hear Luna talking to Welkin and Mori but for now choose once again to stay silent, this time trying to force the screams she was hearing from her past out of her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 11:09:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mori, Luna<br><br><br>Welkin was concerned for any teammate who looked to be in a bit of trouble, but he wasn’t going to flip out and go into nanny mode. Mori tripped, Welkin felt a bit bad, and wanted to see if there was a way to help. As his eyes met Mori’s, he just hoped the man was fine, and that he’d be continuing the class normally. All of Welkin’s sincerity had been genuine so far, even if he may not have been going about it the ‘right’ way he was a bit impulsive at times and just did the first thing that came to mind...Though matters of leadership were thrusting him to think at least a little bit on how to act. Leader’s did not always get far just by going with the first thing that came to mind and now he had to worry about other people too! “You’re good? Okay. Sounds like we’re getting paired up by the teacher so hopefully this’ll be a good chance to learn more about the other teams.” he was bringing up a different subject to ‘forget’ the trip, and maybe to push Mori a bit to socialize more, since he’d like his teammates to be able to rely on others for friendship or comrades too. A team who had no connections’d be a bad team! Of course, if he wanted to try and work specifically with Tamika, that’d be fine for him too. <br><br>Moving to sit back down, he’d wait for Luna to come back too. Giving her an enthused nod as she asked, he continued. “Yeah – Mori and Tamika...” he nodded to Tamika as she entered. “Are part of it too. “They’re good people! I’m pretty excited to work with them. And I think the other team I heard about is uh... Team G-H-S-T? Ghost? Or I dunno. Just heard a teensy bit about them. But we did combat with Armina Horowtiz, she’s a bit of a harda-” He sucked in a bit of air, mentally biting his tongue as he quickly tried to go with courtesy, eloquence, and manners as he started to clear his throat and look away for a second, eyes slightly guilty. She was way too cute to curse around. “Armina is a bit difficult to work with really. Very strict, very... cold.” Yeah, cold was better sounding than calling her a hardass or asshole would be. A lot better. His tone was again respectful, his words more mindful of who he was talking to. “Who did you have?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 15:22:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.minus.com/jm9uDpzOezHNQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erik grimsby<br><strong>Team:</strong> Ghast<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ghast Dorm -&gt; Science class <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Members of Team Ghast, Dr. West<br><br>"Hopefully." Was all he really had to say to Rai. it wasn't too long after that Gwen started for the next class; and it only took a quick look at the clock to get Erik moving as well. Through the halls, past other students... and because, while he is not slow, he is not moving with the same alacrity as his team mates, he ended up being one of the last to arrive. <br><br>He makes sure to get to class before the bells ring. As he enters, he casts a glance around, taking note of where everyone and everything was in only a few moments. Seeing several of his fellow students in lab coats, and where they were, he instantly moved towards them. He found one about his size, and got it on and over his school uniform; worn for obvious reasons, as armor was simply not meant for the classroom.<br><br>Dr. West may note the way in which Erik walks, the way he enters; there's something about him. More than just confident, there was a sort of air of authority around him. It wasn't anything in particular that he did; it was more ethereal.&nbsp; It was something he picked up from being a militia captain, undoubtedly. <br><br>Anywho, he also grabbed a coat that looked like it would fit Ruby, and he approached her from behind, and slightly to her side, sticking the coat out to her. "I think this one should fit you." <br><br>His attention would quickly hone in on the teacher, however. Out of habit, Erik studied him with a once over. Most of the other students, though he didn't know them, he had seen them in the trials and had already had enough time to do his little physical analysis thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 21:08:21</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> Ghast Dorm &gt; Chemistry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><br>He nodded lightly to Erik, and nothing more was said. He got everything he needed and headed to class with the others, but took a quick stop to rest. It didn't hurt at this point, but it made him feel a bit weary. He'd recover though and came in not long after Erik. He looked around the class and wondered just how chemistry would be going, but he'd find out. <br><br>He followed behind his Captain and got a lab coat for himself. It looked strange on him over his clothes, but it was necessary for the class so he made sure it fit right then found a seat near Team Ghast. Nothing against the others, but they were supposed to stick together, and that's what he'd be doing.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 00:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Seizing the recumbent form, as well as his rifle, Karn made his way back to the entrance of the training building. Taking a firm, two handed, grip Karn proceeded to throw him out in a fashion that would be recognizable to bouncers everywhere. He then sent the rifle after it's owner so that it would once again land nozzle first, before falling down to smack him with the butt.<br><br>Returning to Armina he thumped his chest in salute again. "It's been disposed Weaponsmistress, your next command?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vill</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 00:44:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/Cool_Scientist_105589_900x700theAnimeGallerycom_zps59b496d4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sidney West<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Lab<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Teams Clay Dewclaw, Wild Marmet, Ghast<br><hr><br>The translucent images on Dr. West’s scroll had fully commanded his attention as the rest of the students began to trickle in. He silently chewed his bottom lip as messages and updates from the scientific organizations he followed were marked as important, or discarded as useless. One message in particular came to occupy his screen longer than the rest, causing a small, but exasperated grunt of disapproval to voice itself from the back of his throat. His mouth began to swing open as if he were to initiate a dialogue with the device, before the sound of Mori colliding with the floor ripped the thought from his mind.<br><br>His head snapped up, but remained still as his eyes swiveled in their sockets to take a silent inventory of the room. Mori’s apology went unanswered until he was satisfied that nothing catastrophic would result from the first potential incident to occur in his lab. “Please try exercise caution, Mr.─” he stopped to reference his scroll. “─Koji. We’d hardly want you to damage the equipment before you’ve had a chance to utilize any of it. I suppose the same could be said for damaging yourself, as well.” A small smile wrapped his words in an eccentric blend of encouragement and sternness before quickly fading.<br><br>The sound of the bell’s toll signaled that it was time to begin the first chemistry lecture of the year. “Alright,” he said, in a clear and deliberate tone. “Before anyone accuses me rigging your assigned lab partners: the order has been randomly generated, as will be the case for every exercise for the remainder of the term.” Dr. West raised his scroll as he spoke and gave it a small shake. “My reasoning for this will be made clear in today’s first lesson. Now then, let’s see: Mr. Wildfang and Ms. Albion at station one, Mr. Graham and Ms. Mauve at station two, and Mr. Walker and Ms. Faylinn at station three: which we already have.” He moved out from behind his desk and made his way towards the back of the class as he continued, “Mr. Hojimoto and Ms. Geniva,” He frowned at that pairing. “Not quite as random as I’d like,” he looked at Ruby over his shoulder as he stopped to close the door. “And, not as close to the front as you’d prefer. But, probability has spoken: you two will be at station four.” <br><br>The Chemist made his way back to his desk, “I’ve been informed that we will be short one student for today’s lesson. Mr. Grimsby, you will be on a team with Ms. Ming and Mr. Koji at station five.” He looked up from his scroll before taking a moment to study Mori and Eric in turn. It was fortunate that the slightly older student with an air of competence was paired with the young man who had managed to trip on what appeared to be his own two feet. He became suddenly aware of a small knot of tension behind each of his ears as it faded away.<br><br>Dr. West gave the students enough time to get situated behind their respective workstations. “As I’m sure you all have managed to figure out,” he gestured to the dry erase board behind him as he spoke. “My name is Dr. Sindey West. You may refer to me as Dr. West, or Professor West. And since you seem to be a particularly astute group of young men and women, I am sure you have all noticed that I will only be referring to each of you by your last names. This is a place of professional conduct, and as such I will address each of you as I would one of my own colleagues.” His scroll was snapped shut and placed on his desk before he moved to stand behind his own workstation. “With that being said, this is <em>not</em> the latest episode of Loveline ─ or whatever popular reality show is on the air these days ─ I’ve entered a parameter of equal gender dispersion for the sake of consistency.”<br><br>“The reason I’ve decided to randomly generate the lab’s group assignments is to be mimicked in the experiment that we about to undergo. You must be willing to be flexible and adapt to your surroundings and your allies in any challenge that you must address. The purpose of this lesson is to give you young ‘Hunters and Huntresses in training’ the necessary tools to keep you alive.” He paused a moment to let that line of reasoning sink in. <br><br>“‘<em>But, Dr. West, isn’t that what combat class is for?</em>’” He asked in a slightly modulated tone. “That’s an excellent question!” He replied to himself. “Combat class teaches you how to move ─ how to strike, dodge, parry, riposte ─ and how to keep your body limber while maintaining stalwart vitality. However,” his hand rose to gently tap his right temple with his index finger. “While your combat instructor will teach you how to read your opponent, it is your mind that will ultimately <em>dissect</em> and <em>utilize</em> its findings: survival against the Grimm requires more than a competent body.” <br><br>“If you fail to observe and adapt to your opponent: you will die.<br><br>If you fail to innovate while employing ingenuity: you will die.<br><br>In combat, the mind of your enemy is a cache of data that you can not directly access.<br><br>In scientific inquiry, your enemy is the unknown.<br><br>Lacking a proficiency in analysis, deduction, flexibility, or creativity will only result in one outcome: a slow ─ and undignified ─ physical and intellectual death.”<br><br>Dr. West reached up to pull his goggles down across his eyes before reaching for his small chunk of metallic looking rock with silver fissures etched across its surface. “Each station is equipped with a vial of Fire, Ice and Electric Dust, as well as plastic safety goggles and industrial strength gloves. The sample of rock provided will be referred to as compound X, for now. This compound experiences a unique reaction when exposed to Fire or Ice dust. However, neither of those two Dusts constitutes a catalyst on their own: they must be mixed with Electric Dust to initiate a reaction.”<br><br>He took the vial of Fire Dust in his left hand and the Electric Dust in his right. “Compound X functions as a naturally occurring capacitor. It is similar to one of the common electronics components found in everyday computing devices in that it is capable of storing and discharging energy at a controlled rate.” Each vial was slightly tilted forward and given a small series of taps until a bit of Dust from each poured onto the rock. A few hisses and pops clawed at the silence before the rock began to glow a bright white. “It is important to avoid applying too much Fire Dust: excessive amounts will cause the chemical reaction to fully consume the compounds necessary properties, rendering it useless. The compound easily achieves temperatures capable of inflicting serious injury in this state ─ <em>please</em> refrain from touching it.”<br><br>Dr. West traded the vial of Fire Dust for a transparent plastic cube without a bottom. The cube was placed over the compound, causing its glow to fade until it was extinguished. He then removed the cube and picked up the vial of Ice Dust. “Like a capacitor ─ or a deep cycle battery, if that makes it easier to understand ─ our compound will need to be ‘recharged.’” He repeated the process with the Ice and Electric Dust, causing it to resonate with a metallic hum as its color sank into an unparalleled shade of black. Its physical properties, besides its shape and size, eventually became indiscernible. “It appears to be black because what we are witnessing is the absence of light: the compound absorbs it, instead of reflecting it. If you use too much Ice Dust, the compound will absorb too much light, and like a capacitor, it will lose its ability to retain energy.” He watched the object in silence until its color was slowly restored.<br><br>The Chemist flipped his goggles up and placed his materials back atop his workstation. “Too much Electric Dust will cause the effects of the other two Dusts to neutralize one another. In the right proportions, these three Dusts will work in tandem to achieve a perfectly balanced state of energy discharge and absorption. Your challenge is discover those proportions for yourself. The purpose of this exercise is to force you to act, observe, and react to the effects of a foreign object. The rock is your opponent: sustainability is the condition for your victory. Your strongest weapon is your mind, and like your body it must be flexible, and it must be able to recover and learn from its mistakes.”<br><br>“You’ll have the remainder of the period to experiment with your sample of the compound. I will stop the class early to assess the results and determine whose team was the most successful in achieving their goal. I’ll even give you a hint: the correct ratio is <em>not</em> an equal application of all three Dusts.” He folded his arms across his chest and gave the room a knowing smile. “Alright, lets get to work. And please, <em>try</em> to refrain from blowing yourselves up: I believe that is the last thing any of us needs on our first day.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 20:47:03</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>Vasili was only slightly aware of Karn's presence.<br>Even less of the fact that he was being carried out like a large, overfilled, trash bag.<br>What woke him up from his painful state was the snow being shoved into his face, and filling up his nostrils.<br>He sat up almost immediately and rested on his rear, spread eagle, as he wiped at his nose with his arms, trying to get the snow out, his eyes beginning to water.<br><br>It only took him a few seconds of what seemed like much longer to him, and when he finally opened his eyes to see where he was.<br>He got a face full of Butt stock.<br><br>Though, it didn't knock him out.<br>The Mercenary pushed his Rifle down, grabbed a handful of Snow, and pressed it to his bruised nose.<br>"Ow."<br>And then, slightly aware of the aching sensation in his groin, he shoveled as much snow as possible there without letting it get in his pants.<br><br>Opening one eye, the Faunus looked through the crack between the door and the frame and spied Karn.<br>He leaned a little to the side, and spotted Armina.<br>He leaned to the other side and saw the mess he had made on his landing.<br>Enya was nowhere to be seen.<br>Of course, the person who threw him out was the Fat Boy in the room with Armina.<br><br>Vasili stared at Karn for a moment, sizing him up.<br>As he was doing so, he shoved a bunch of snow down his pants, and immediately regretted it.<br>Pulling all of the snow out, he packed it into a snowball, hairs and all.<br>Grabbing his Rifle, and holding the snowball in the other hand, he slowly crawled to the side that Karn's back was facing.<br>Strapping his Rifle onto his shoulder he got up, opened the door, then promptly fastball'd the Snowball at Karn's head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 21:26:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>The snowball smacked into the back of Karn's hood and disintegrated while the hood itself, charged with Arua as it was, didn't even change in shape. Even so Karn felt an impact and reached back to remove the remaining snow. Seeing the blond hairs mixed with it he turned toward the person he'd just thrown out with slitted blood red eyes.<br><br>"Are you a child to be playing such games, a coward to attack unannounced from behind, or both a child and a coward? For certainly you are an oaf and a fool of no small stature." It appeared that the lizard Faunus was less then impressed with the Merc.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 22:17:01</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>Vasili stared at Karn and listened to his words.<br>Rather, the way he spoke them.<br>"How old <em>are</em> you?" He asked, fully expecting Karn to answer that he was a middle-aged Warrior from the 16th Century.<br>However, the Mercenary didn't wait for an answer, but instead, answered a part of his question.<br>"And for your information, I'm a Sniper. A Marksman. An Assassin. Give me a Target and a challenge to hit it a thousand yards away through an uneven, one inch PVC Pipe, and I'll add a Mile to that distance, AND put a concrete wall between me and the Target, and still get it done."<br><br>Ha!<br>Be impressed by THAT!<br>Oh wait...<br>He just called it "Cowardly".<br>Then...<br>"Basically, saying. I'm the guy that can take you out while you're busying yourself with endless amounts of cannon fodder. At the same time, I can be the guy that watches your back from a Bird's Nest. Or taking out Targets that would otherwise be hard for your fat ass to get to."<br><br>NOW let's see what he says.<br>Vasili Ilari actually thought he could "win" this conversation with just that.<br>He crossed his arms and waited for a reply from Karn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 00:18:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Karn regarded the Sniper and his bragging with disdain. "I've 20 years to my name." He replied stiffly. "And as for you're... proclamation. All that tells me is that you fight from safety while the 'cannon fodder' slay those it is your duty, upon your honor as a warrior, to protect." He sneered. "How 'mighty', how 'valiant'... how <em>pathetic</em>." He turned his back on the Merc dismissively. "Why don't you find some newly hatched chicks to challenge to a dual, <em>this</em> is a place for <em>warriors</em> to train."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 02:50:32</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>Location Chemistry Room<br>Team: Ghast<br>Tags: Team Ghast. Raisho, Professor West<br><br>Ruby looked at the various Dusts in awe, stunned by the sheer amount of the precious compound in this very room. Ruby loved working with Dust, seeing as how she used it more then her Aura. Ruby jumped a little and blushed when Erik came up behind her with a labcoat from the blue "Thank you Erik...that was very thoughtful of you" She said and quickly took off her red leather jacket and put on the lab coat and quickly took her station when It was assigned to her and gave a smile to Raisho.<br><br>When the task was given, she took a small vial of Red Dust and gazed into it for a moment "Hmm...combining Dust, that sounds intriguing! Let me see here" She said, taking a sample of fire, ice and lightning dust and looked to Raisho "I am thinking one part fire, two parts Ice and One part Lighting. I am used to just straight Dust uses...but it sounds like it would be a bit more balanced. Id love your input" Ruby said with a bright and cheery smile
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 05:13:04</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> Chemistry room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Willum, Professor West, Open<br><hr><br>Gwen's ears burned when Willum drew attention to her lab coat fitting oddly.&nbsp; How the hell was she supposed to know why some dumbass had decided to make a unisex coat when men and women's body shapes were so distinctly dissimilar?&nbsp; It wasn't like it was all that obvious, unless someone shouted to the entire class about it.<br><br>Despite the embarrassment she was feeling, Gwen simply shrugged and let the moment pass.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, I'm not in the habit of calling people my own age, "mister","</strong> she informed her partner.&nbsp; When he mentioned his bed head, she replied <strong>"it looks kind of cute in a <em>wild</em> way,"</strong> and added a wink.<br><br>Her seemingly permanent smile grew when Willum claimed he remembered her from the day before.&nbsp; She momentarily wondered if he had only paid attention to her because of her weapon or if he'd been paying attention for another reason.&nbsp; Maybe, if he was willing to train with her, they could go through some grappling moves, she thought.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks, I call her Ascalon.&nbsp; I designed her myself,"</strong> she shared.<br><br>She couldn't contain her smile, it stretched from ear to ear, as she heard Willum continue on about her duel with Professor Armina.&nbsp; <strong>"I learned a lot from the Professor.&nbsp; I thought I was fast, but she was keeping up with me without a Semblance, yesterday.&nbsp; I couldn't believe it.&nbsp; I can't wait until her class.&nbsp; Have you had combat class, today, yet?"</strong> &nbsp;She asked with earnest interest.<br><br>Her attention was then quickly shifted to Willum's weapons.&nbsp; <strong>"I love gunmetal gray.&nbsp; It's one of my favorite colors.&nbsp; And you know how to use yours very effectively.&nbsp; You demolished those Beowulf, but then when you fought Professor Armina you used a completely different style and combat strategy.&nbsp; How many styles do you know?&nbsp; Would you mind teaching me, sometime?"</strong>&nbsp; Gwen asked with a smile as she turned her full attention toward Willum, looking up just slightly, and gazing into his calm blue eyes as she adored his messy "bed hair".<br><br>Before she could really lay it on they were interrupted by Doctor Sydney West.&nbsp; <em>What pompous ass makes people call them doctor?</em>&nbsp; Gwen thought and made a mental note to only ever call him Professor West.&nbsp; The orange haired teen was only distantly paying attention to Professor West.&nbsp; After all, she and Willum were already at the right station with the right partners, and nobody else's assignments or pairings were of any interest to Gwen.&nbsp; The teacher wasn't telling her anything she needed to know, at that moment.&nbsp; In fact, she didn't even know why Chemistry class was a requirement for Huntresses and Huntsmen.<br><br>Her gaze quickly shifted from her lab partner to the Professor when she heard him mention something about Loveline.&nbsp; Had that been directed at her?&nbsp; She quickly glanced around, to see if anyone else hadn't been paying attention.&nbsp; She hated being in the front, she had no idea what was happening behind her.&nbsp; After her quick study she returned her focus to Professor West and the Dust that had been organized on the lab station in front of her.<br><br>She may not have been paying attention initially, but when Professor West began claiming that they were in a combat situation, the lecture snared her complete interest.<br><br>So, they were supposed to attack this like a battle?&nbsp; Well, that typically meant feints and caution when you were fighting an unknown adversary.&nbsp; They needed to gather as much information as quickly as possible with using the least amount of effort.&nbsp; That, at least, would be what she would do in a fight.&nbsp; So what did that mean when it came to applying the Dust?<br><br>Gwen examined the amount of fire, ice, and electric Dust that they'd been given to see if there could be any sort of clue from how much of each Dust they'd been allotted.&nbsp; Upon seeing that they were all fairly equal, Gwen turned her attention to her lab partner.<br><br><strong>"Any ideas? If too much means something bad happens, either the block goes bye-bye or it looses it's property than we don't want to add too much.&nbsp; Think we should go low and go slow?"</strong> &nbsp; She pursed her lips and then gave a sidelong glance at their Professor.&nbsp; <strong>"His hint could just be a bluff.&nbsp; If this is our enemy and he's the one who put this in front of us, that would make him our enemy as well.&nbsp; Which means, we can't really believe his hint, right?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 06:01:20</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>The Mercenary waved a hand in dismissal at his words.<br>It's not like they knew.<br>None of them have seen him in action so their speculation was just that.<br>"Yeah yeah. You're just afraid I'll put holes in your armor." He said as he walked over to a weapons rack, clearly not interested in leaving them alone.<br>Vasili picked up one of the Training Swords swinging it around as if he were playing with a Toy Plane more than a Sword.<br>"All bark and no bite. If someone had done that snowball shit to me, I would've beaten them to a pulp, not stand there and 'look @ me im 20 something, lyin bout my age is fun. ur so childish n pathetic n im gonna cry if u do dat 2 me again'."<br>That last part Vasili put on one of the Sparring helmets and danced around with his arms up, hands flapping with each bounce.<br>He raised the pitch of his voice as high as he could, and purposely allowed his voice to crack during his...imitation of Karn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 07:43:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>At the Merc's words Karn froze into a dangerous stillness that only got more pronounced when he began trembling with barely suppressed rage. He turned slowly to the Combat teacher and saluted again. "Misstress at Arms, I beg leave to challenge a worm to a Dual of Honor. As such honor compels me to add that I do not intend it to survive the battle." As he spoke a black and crimson haze began to form around him, as his aura began to visibly fluctuate, and his eyes began to glow noticeably, even in the well lit room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 08:20:23</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>As Vasili finished his imitation and began to put away the sword and helmet, he heard Karn's words.<br>He turned towards them and gave an innocent shrug while shaking his head.<br>"And again. You can't be 20-something. Eighteen is when you become a man. As a man you shouldn't have to ask for permission to do anything. We're not in the Military, and we're not children."<br>He then angled his heads upward so that it seemed as if he looked down on Karn. One hand on his hip, the other balled up except the thumb that was pointing to his chest. "Want to prove something to me through violence? Then just do it. Putting me on equal grounds with you just means you've already lost."<br>The Merc gave a scoff before continuing, his arms now crossed over his chest. "It's not like striking first would do you any good either. Starting off face to face just means there'll be less of you left after the fight. Starting off far away, only means you'll die tired."<br><br>If this asshole's Ego suddenly flew into his nose, he'd be the, blonde haired, grown up, non-wooden version of Pinocchio.<br>Cursed long ass nose, and turning into an Ass.<br>Oh wait...he already is an Ass.<br><br>The Mercenary paid no attention to the haze surrounding Karn.<br>In fact...<br>"Quit losing your cool and doing that." Vasili said, pinching his nose with one hand, and fanning at Karn with the other. "It looks like your Farts reek so bad the air around you gets darker than from anyone else. Keep it up and you'll never score any girls." The Mercenary then immediately dropped his closed fist into his open palm, like a Judges Gavel onto a Sound Block, as he just made a sudden realization. "Or are you into guys?"<br><br>He suddenly gave a loud "HA!" before he walked out and retrieved his Rifle, slinging it onto his shoulder, then pulling the strap over his head to keep it secured to his body, walking back to listen to Karn's answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 23:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Karn didn't look away from Armina. "I put myself under the command of Chieftain Vainamoinen to come here, and he appointed the Instructors over me. I wouldn't expect the likes of you to understand, but I am bound by honor to strike only at their allowance... and my honor is all I have left. I'll not throw it away now, even if it means suffering the existence of <em>your</em> kind!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-03-2014, 03:56:18</strong>
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				<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>Dorm rooms, then to Chemistry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><br>Willum had to laugh when she poked a little fun at his hair.&nbsp; He had never gotten the hang of styling it, the hair being about as stubborn as he could be at times, and eventually he had given up on keeping it perfectly neat.&nbsp; Just getting it to the point where it wasn't sticking up everywhere was good enough, and the curly tips could just take care of themselves.<br>"Well, every guy has to have a little bit of a wild side to him," he joked back at her.<br><br>"Nah, I had healing arts first thing in the morning.&nbsp; But I know what you're talking about, Professor Armina certainly has the skills to be a combat teacher at this academy.&nbsp; She might not have the raw speed that you do with your semblance, but she's got the reflexes, instincts and combat experience to keep up.&nbsp; I went for a defensive strategy because I knew she outclassed me, but the only people to have battered through my defenses like that were my masters."<br>Thinking back to the fight again, Willum probably should have gone out on her, using his semblance, weapons and all of his techniques all in one go.&nbsp; It was clear after the fight that their difference in skill was such that there was no way he was in any danger of hitting her with some of the more destructive moves he knew.&nbsp; The idea that he could unleash everything he knew made him smile, and he almost missed Gwen's next question.<br><br>Willum blinked in some surprise.&nbsp; Teach?&nbsp; He had never considered the possibility that he would be teaching someone.&nbsp; He was always the student, never the master, and her question caught him momentarily off guard.<br>"Teach?&nbsp; Uh... well..." Willum furrowed his brow in thought, trying to come up with a satisfactory answer.&nbsp; Thinking about the answer, it was clear to him how he should respond.<br>"Honestly, I don't think I'm good enough to teach, not yet," he answered, scratching at his cheek in thought.&nbsp; "I know five styles, and I know I haven't reached the point where I could call myself a master in any of them.&nbsp; It's going to be years before that happens.&nbsp; My technique still needs some refinement, and I'm not good enough yet to demonstrate some of the more difficult and dangerous techniques 100% safely."<br>Yea, that seemed right.&nbsp; Every time he had sparred with his fathers, he had always gone the full 100%, using every technique he knew and going for the kill because that was the only way he knew how to catch up to them as fast as he could.&nbsp; This meant though that he had a harder time scaling back than most people did, and had to put more thought into what moves he would use rather than let instinct take over.&nbsp; But... it would be a shame to not share some knowledge with someone who was interested.&nbsp; And he owed it to his fathers to encourage other people into learning their styles.&nbsp; There were some things he knew he could do without having to worry about hurting someone, especially someone who already knew how to fight.<br>"I could show you the basics though, like some of the base forms, how to do some throws and strikes.&nbsp; The stuff I'm confident I can do safely I know you could avoid getting hurt from.&nbsp; So nothing fancy but you'll get the idea, maybe they'll be things you can adapt in your fighting?"<br><br>He was going to speak more when Dr. West started his lecture, explaining the reasoning behind the class.&nbsp; Willum was okay in chemistry, good enough to pass without excelling in it, and even if he didn't already have an idea as to why the sciences would be important, he wouldn't have questioned the purpose of it anyway.&nbsp; The head master seemed like a solid, sensible old man, and if two of his fathers trusted the man, Willum was willing to go along with the curriculum without much question.&nbsp; The experiment itself was pretty interesting, and he wondered just what in the world was this compound X in the first place.<br><br>"You're idea sounds good to me.&nbsp; One of my masters was fond of telling me that if you didn't know something, you started with the basics and worked your way up steadily until you did.&nbsp; And you're right, he could be bluffing.&nbsp; They say science is about testing everything you hear, so maybe we should test first to see if what he's saying is right."<br>He held up the vials of fire and thunder dust.<br>"Start with these two I guess?&nbsp; And then after that, we test to see if the same works for the ice dust.&nbsp; Maybe we should keep the amount of electric dust each time we do this the same, and just scale the fire and ice dust up and down? That way we don't worry about getting too much electric dust, and we can figure out a good ratio that way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>06-03-2014, 22:40:07</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Science Lab</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Welkin Graham </strong><br><br>Luna listened carefully to Welkin when he mentioned his team mates: Tamika and Mori. The fourth one was missing, but she had no doubt that the person would show up eventually. <br>Hearing him talk about the combat teacher brought Luna some scary memories about her duel with Armina from the day before. The girl wondered how she managed to survive in the first place, remembering only how she dodged and dodged and ran and dodged again while each one of her hits missed the teacher until finally her weapon produced enough sound waves to deter Armina. <br><br>Luna opened her mouth to tell Welkin about her class with miss T when professor West started his lesson. Never had she heard anyone talking about science like that and she fully agreed. Having to think in order to defeat the enemy appealed to Luna more than becoming strong. She was all for brain training rather than focusing on the brawny side of things. <br><br>She eyed the components again carefully while putting on her gloves and goggles.<br><br>"If Electric dust can neutralize the other two and we need to achieve the perfect balance between energy absorption and discharge, maybe it also counts the order of pouring the Dust, not just the quantity. We can try Electric dust first, one half. Equal amounts of Fire and Ice at the same time."<br>She eyed Welkin from behind her own goggles and gave him a shy smile.<br><br>“What do you think?”<br><br><br><br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Karn Shademore, Vasili Ilari </strong><br><br>She watched the not so subtle exchange of pleasantries between Karn and Vasili in silence. Without understanding why was the merc so keen on acting like a clown each time he was on school grounds, Armina finally gave Karn the ok to get rid of him.<br><br>"You don't really need my permission to beat him up. Just take into account that while he's not a student or part of the staff, we're still on school grounds and murder is everywhere in Eis punishable by law. Besides, the headmaster might not like corpses inside the Academy." <br><br>That last bit was full of sarcasm. Armina had no idea if Karn was familiar with the concept, nor if he completely understood the school regulations (and yes, killing another living being except for Grimm willingly or by accident resulted in immediate expulsion) but she was told to explain certain things to the Faunus in detail. Basic knowledge which he might have lacked due to living on the outside of the modern world. <br><br>In a sense, the combat teacher couldn't pass on the chance to examine Vasili's skills from up close either. He didn't seem completely incompetent and there had to be something worthwhile in him combat-wise, otherwise he'd chose a different profession or wouldn’t be alive to talk about it. <br><br>"Make him sleep for a bit. More than 24 hours if possible."&nbsp; She assumed this was precise enough for Karn. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 00:21:42</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> Chemistry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby; Everyone<br><br>He was assigned to station number four with Ruby. Of his teammates, she was the only one he didn't really know and hadn't talked to much. He supposed fate and probability made good bedfellows, since he was going to have to talk to her to pass this test. Nothing was wrong with her, it was just talking directly to people he didn't know wasn't the easiest thing for him after Dirge. Sitting there, he listened to their teacher compare science to combat and while he was maybe overselling it a bit, he made valid points; that he couldn't deny. <br><br>Of course this wouldn't be as exciting as combat, but everything could be exciting given the chance. He put on the goggles and gloves when Dr. West pointed them out. Then he started on their assignment. They had to combine Fire, Ice, and Electric Dust onto the "Compound X" stone in the right doses to make it achieve it's full potential as a capacitor. Interesting, and more difficult than he'd anticipated, especially since an equal amount of all three wasn't the right combination according to West. Ruby smiled at him and he nodded his head back at her. He would smile when they got this assignment correct. <strong>"Dust use and application isn't my forte, but that sounds reasonable at least to start off with. And if it does turn out wrong, too much ice would only mean the effect is neutralized, and we can start over."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 03:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Karn saluted again. "Thank you Mistress! I shall endeavor not to clutter up the Chieftain's academy."<br><br>Turning to the Merc the fingers of his left hand seemed to contort into sever unnatural positions, too fast for the eye to clearly follow, releasing the clasps of his right gauntlet. Once it was off he threw the piece of armor at the Sniper's feet. "I challenge you to a Dual of Honor! In the, unlikely, possibility you are not too honorless or cowardly and choose to accept it would be your right, as the challenged party, to choose the location. As the challenger I choose the time and would fight you as soon as you can find a Second, immediately if you choose to forgo a Second." If Vasili gave even the slightest suggestion that he would fight immediately, Karn would spring ahead as soon as the words left his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 04:41:14</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>"My kind is a very nice kind." The Mercenary responded immediately before yawning as he waited for Armina Horowitz to give Karn permission.<br>Still keeping his arms crossed, he didn't seem phased by the Warrior releasing his Gauntlet with one hand.<br>What he did seem phased by was the throwing at his feet part.<br>He looked down at it. "The hell am I supposed to do with <em>this</em>?" The Tiger Faunus asked motioning to the Gauntlet with one hand before kicking it off to the side.<br>"Don't need a Second. And I choose right here, right no-"<br><br>Vasili Ilari was many things.<br>Off-guard was something he tried not to be, but that's exactly how Karn's first strike was able to land.<br>Before he even finished the last word of his acceptance, Karn's blow to his chest sent him flying into a wall, which crumpled immediately from the force, leaving the Mercenary under a pile of wood, stone, and whatever else made up the wall.<br>At first, it looked as if the match was over already.<br>Vasili not stirring for a good two or three minutes.<br>Most of his body was not visible and his arm looked to be twisted in a weird way.<br>Looked.<br>The Tiger Faunus grunted and groaned as if in pure pain, but in reality, he was trying to protect his Rifle.<br>You know, the one still slinged to his back.<br>Slowly, but surely, Vasili emerged from the rubble.<br>His arm, looked twisted, but in reality it was his body that was twisted to the side.<br>His arm was holding up a chunk of rock that could have landed and destroyed his rifle. His other arm was pushing himself and everything on top of him up in a one-handed push up.<br>Gritting his teeth as he slowly exhaled while pushing, he gave the rock above him a powerful shove that pushed it off to the side and away from his Rifle. After that, it was just a matter of getting up and moving away from where he could've been resting.<br><br>Once out, he rotated both his shoulders, one at a time, and began to stretch a bit.<br>"Man. I thought you big guys were supposed to have some power." He said aloud, hiding the pain behind his words and a smile.<br>Before Karn did anything else, the Tiger Faunus raised his hands up forming a "T", signaling a Time Out.<br>He moved off to the side and put his Rifle and his Pistols on the Weapons rack below Gungnir, before returning to his original spot in front of his opponent.<br>"Alright, seriously. <em>Reeeally</em> hit me now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 04:50:34</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> Chemistry room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Willum, Professor West, Open<br><hr><br><strong>"Sure, sounds good,"</strong> Gwen said as she pulled out a piece of paper and pencil to record their findings.<br><br>She pulled on the pair of goggles and gloves the instructor had provided for them and then got set to measure the fire and electric Dust.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe on our next free period you'd have time to show me some of those basics you were talking about?&nbsp; Maybe some holds?"</strong> the orange-haired girl asked sweetly.<br><br>She measured out 0.5 milligrams of electric Dust into a test tube, wrote it down on the piece of paper and then handed it to Willum followed by 0.5 milligrams of the fire Dust.<br><br><strong>"Why are we not using adding the Ice Dust with it?"</strong><br><br>She stepped to the side, so that Willum could have most of the lab station when he decided to mix the two different kinds of Dust, and just in case it exploded.<br><br><strong>"How are you getting along with your team, so far?&nbsp; And do you have any idea what a Dewclaw is?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, not exactly trying to distract her partner but also not all that concerned about their experiment.&nbsp; They had plenty of time to figure it out, and already this seemed like the type of experiment someone could spent hours doing and not figure out.<br><br>While she waited for Willum to add the mixture to the mystery material, Gwen began measuring out half a milligram of Ice and Electric Dust for their next test.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 08:23:39</strong>
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				<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>Dorm rooms, then to Chemistry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><br>Putting on the pair of goggles and gloves, Willum nodded in thanks to Gwen as he took the test tubes.<br>"Thank you," he said as he placed the dust on the compound and watched the results. "Well, I wanted to measure the individual change in energy discharge and absorption.&nbsp; How much it changes when the fire and ice dust is scaled up and down independently of each other.&nbsp; Then if we measure out the change, we might be able to find some ratios that have matching ups and downs, and then see what happens if it's combined.&nbsp; Plus, I don't want to accidentally put too much fire or ice dust.&nbsp; If it looks like we might be going too high, we'll know how much not to put when we combine all three."<br>The mixture didn't seem to be as responsive as the one the professor had been using.&nbsp; One-to-one didn't look like the right measurement after all, though it could just be the smaller amounts of dust they used.<br><br>Her question about holds was an interesting one, and he briefly looked up from the experiment to think about it.&nbsp; There were some holds he could demonstrate.&nbsp; They were mostly for subduing people relatively gently, and wouldn't end up in anything severely hurt unless Gwen started to thrash insanely and he wasn't paying attention when it happened.<br>"Sure, I could show you some holds in a variety of different positions.&nbsp; I don't think I could show you the set-up for these scenarios, because fights are kind of unpredictable, but I could show you what I would do if I was coming from behind, had you down on the ground or if I was on the ground."<br>That would work.&nbsp; He could take it slow and easy, and neither of them had to worry about getting hurt in the process.<br><br>"Though I don't know how soon that will be.&nbsp; I think today is probably going to be spent with my team mates and getting to know them better."<br>He jerked a thumb in the direction of his team.<br>"So far I like them.&nbsp; We seem to be able to get along, and they all seem pretty skilled.&nbsp; Luna's a bit quiet, but not everyone is the talkative type.&nbsp; I'm pretty happy all around.&nbsp; Though I have no clue what a Dewclaw is.&nbsp; What about you, what about your team?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 10:02:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Karn picked up his gauntlet and put it back on while the Merc was fooling around in the wall. He'd been in enough fights to tell when something was down for the count and, just from the feel of the impact, he'd been able to tell this wouldn't be solved in one hit. "It's called 'throwing down the gauntlet for a <em>reason</em>. You were <em>supposed</em> to hit me with it. Tossing it into the chest is generally the done thing, though slapping the challenger in the face adds insult. It's considered bad form to dodge so it's also considered bad form to attempt any serious damage with the blow." Despite the words themselves, now that the fight had started Karn's voice and expression were icy and grim, like a man on his last battlefield and resigned to his fate.<br><br>When the other Faunus finally stood, Karn started forward. He stopped when his opponent made a strength gesture, but out of confusion rather then understanding. "What does this mean?" He repeated the gesture. "Some form of salute or insult?"<br><br>Then he forgot all about it when his tormentor invited him to 'really hit him'. Moving forward in a rush, Karn checked his momentum just short of his target and launched a series of quick jabs, as much to judge his opponent's intent as to hit him. If it looked like Vasili intended to actually take the hits he'd launch a particularly hard jab... and empower it with his semblance just before impact. This would make the punch roughly equivalent to being hit by a metal sculpture of a fist... one mounted to the front of an oncoming train.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 10:46:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Luna<br><br><br>She was a rather attentive listener, and the fact she was just well... listening to him made it nice! But once the teacher began to speak, he listened to West with rapt attention, and when the assignment was laid out infront of them he looked at the dust and then back to Luna while he put on the gloves and goggles, making sure the latter were a proper, snug fit. “Hmm...”&nbsp; He tried to think of it perfectly in his head – usually when he cooked he’d have the base and then complimentary spices, so his mind went to that. “Electric is kind of the base of the compound, and hrm.... Okay, this is kind of challenging. I’m kind of thinking here. He did say that an all equal amount was not gonna work, so that means that either the fire or ice dust has to have a stronger effect than the others. I wonder if we can split two samples of electric dust, and then try to add smaller parts of fire and ice to each? That way we can uh – kind of work out how strong the discharge and absorption is? That way, we can see the basics of the combinations and combine from there?” Hopefully, that made sense to her as it did in his mind. “Because if we add too much of one over the other, then we won’t really see the effect we want at the start and get a good basis for what looks stronger. But that’s just uh, what i’m thinking might be good. “If you prefer your idea, i’m all for it.” She wasn’t part of his team, and he wasn’t quite the kind of person to boss around others, though he did think he had a good grasp of how to start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 21:00:13</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>Vasili seemed to "not see" his movements until he dodged his next attack by simply jumping back and avoiding the flurry of hits.<br>"Phew! That was close. You're quite the spry one, aren't you Fat Boy?"<br>And then he would dodge his next attack.<br><br>Though the Merc was not always all talk, he wasn't attacking right now because he had no idea how to do it.<br>Here was an opponent, head to toe in fucking armor, stronger than an Ursa Major, and as fast as an Alpha Beowolf.<br>The Speed &amp; Strength were nothing. He's seen faster and stronger in the fighting pits as a child. It was the Armor that made him hesitate.<br>If this were a fight to the death, Vasili would have disabled his opponents movements, even if only temporary, put as much distance between them as possible, and that would've been it.<br>His Rifle could go through almost anything.<br>A lucky-, or a skilled, shot on the armor of a Death Stalker could punch right through it, proving that his Rifle is deadly at any and all ranges.<br>There was a rumor from a small village somewhere in the world, where he took down a Nevermore in one shot, and upon examination of the body, the round he put into it had gone into its mouth as intended, bounced around in its insides as not intended, then exited through the ass end of the Bird.<br><br>But that was with his weapon.<br>Without it, he might as well have used a Stick.<br>Back to the problem at hand. Weak spots.<br>As far as he could see, there were none. Vasili actually gave him an approving thought on that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 22:06:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>As the Merc dodged around Karn started maneuvering, sending the jabs slightly to the left of center or moving forward at a slight angle. He was used to opponents who were faster and lighter on their feet then him and he'd learned how to deal with them... don't give them room to dodge.<br><br>He began moving forward faster, increasing the pace, until soon enough he as up to a lumbering run that shook the building as he chased after the faster Merc. Then he sprung his trap. Lining them up he suddenly lunged forward with his arms spread to the side and triggered his semblance. In a moment a lunge that should have fallen short and left his opponent open was a wall of metal shooting forward in defiance of both physics and gravity that left little room to dodge, the fact that there as a wall to one side and the lunge was aimed slightly to the other side only exasperated this condition. Almost despite himself Karn was interested to see what his opponent would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-03-2014, 18:43:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mori Koji<br><strong>Team:</strong> Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamika Ming, Erik Grimsby, Sidney West (?), Open.<br><br>Mori Koji exulted when Tamika Ming came to his side. Avalanche Academy was not that bad, it seemed that he was in his lucky day. This explained why Mori Koji gave little attention to the reprimand made by Professor West. Not that he had not paid attention to Professor West: he nodded at his words, acknowledging them and showing the necessary respect. However, he did not say anything: in reality, he did not need to. Mori Koji knew Professor West was right - quite differently of Professor Armina Horowitz -, but put in proportion, his Semblance had always protected him and those around from incidents with Dust. No further care was actually required.<br><br>Were Mori Koji like Welkin Graham, he would have embraced and cheered the pretty Tamika and said something witty or charming. He was too shy and hesitant to do that. He murmured some words and Mori Koji thought that Tamika Ming had closed her eyes because of his apparent laconic unkindness. Whatever was going through Tamika’s mind, it did not seem to be good. “What is wrong?”, Mori Koji muttered as he leaned close to her left ear at the same time he tried to pay attention to whichever Professor West could be saying.<br><br>While Mori Koji was still staring at Tamika Ming, he heard his name being mentioned again. Luckily, he had been assigned the same station five as Tamika Ming. On the other hand, his attention turned immediately to Erik Grimsby, an older leader from GHAST Team, sweating confidence and power, not far from where both were: he had already heard about his skills and everyone seemed to admire him. To the eyes of Mori Koji, everyone seemed to be so perfectly flawless in Avalanche Academy, making him feel uneasy. For a brief moment, he examined Erik Grimsby, who was helping a red-haired girl to get her coat dressed, and swiftly moved away his head to Tamika Ming. ‘Not again, not another Welkin’, he thought to himself. Probably, Tamika Ming and Erik Grimsby had already met before in Dirge and he would make Mori Koji feel even more outcast.<br><br>In order to deal with the imminent “threat”, represented by Erik Grimsby, Mori Koji took a pen and a small notebook and began to write everything Professor West said. Rather than summarizing or jotting down the key words, Mori Koji wrote everything Professor West said, word by word, as if he were an stenographer. While he was trying to insulate into his own world, Mori Koji continued to pay attention to everything around station five. By the time Professor West’ speech was over, that strategy could not longer continue though. In the other station, he could listen to Welkin Graham talking to the blue-haired girl and the orange-haired girl take the lead in the experiments and make questions.<br><br>Mori Koji took a deep breath before raising his head and looking around. He saw Welkin Graham and the orange-haired girl, wondering what he should do in relation to Tamika Ming and Erik Grimsby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 02:27:06</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>During his close dodges, or deflections, he taunted Karn.<br>One of them was most notably, "Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"<br>As Karn continued his attacks the Mercenary wasn't so blind as to see what he was trying to do.<br>But no matter how much he tried to mix up his movements, he found Karn's attacks moving faster, and his movements falling into play.<br>Once in a while he would fight back.<br>A kick to Karn's Ribs, then to his head, jumping away from his next attack.<br>A couple Jabs.<br>Elbows to his joints.<br>The head-to-toe armor was having none of that. Every blow he connected with Karn, hurt Vasili more than it did his opponent.<br><em>Fucking armor...</em><br>Soon he stopped taunting, purely focused on trying to get the upper hand.<br>The fact that he was a Rifleman meant he had no sword or anything pointy to penetrate said armor without shooting the guy.<br>Nor did he have anything blunt to crush Karn's armor with.<br>Simply put, this Duel truly was decided from the start.<br>Karn's win.<br>But that didn't mean he wasn't going to do his damnedest to make the bastard work for it.<br><br>When the trap was sprung Vasili was near a wall, but what was behind him was almost entirely wood.<br>He was standing in front of the Terrace.<br>Armina's "Relaxing Space".<br>With nowhere else to go, Vasili ran in and put the pine wood center pillar between him and Fat Boy.<br>Only then did he pause to note how nice the place looked and that he probably shouldn't be in there.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 03:11:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Karn payed no heed to the Merc's taunts now that the fight had begone, some of the units of solders and cops had tried similar tactics, and Karn had learned to ignore them. He was however impressed that the other had figured out what he was trying to do so quickly, and if Vasili couldn't prevent it from working at all, not without taking the momentum in the fight, there was a reason Karn didn't even try to get him in a corner. On the other hand the relative ineptness of the strikes confused Karn, and began to fill him with contempt... at least until after his strike connected.<br><br>He blew through the pillar like it wasn't even there and sent Vasili flying in a cloud of splinters. He wasn't able to tell how well he'd connected though because he was now holding up the roof... literally. Hands braced against the underside of the split pillar Karn began looking around for something he could fill the hole with instead, unfortunately clay pots and rushes don't make for a good structural support. In his search Karn noticed two things he hadn't payed much attention too earlier. All his opponents weapons were guns, and this room was clearly quite different then the rest of the gym.<br><br>He turned his head to speak to the Mistress of Arms. "Mistress, would you please toss me my spear? It can hold the roof until I can effect a more permanent repair." Looking the other way toward his erstwhile opponent. "A pause if you will, lest we bring down the building atop us. And when we resume... you will not hold back so. This will not be the first time I've been shot, it's less effective against me then most, and there is no honor in fighting an opponent to their greatest weakness and your own greatest strength."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 16:28:47</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: Chemistry Class<br>Tags: Raisho<br><br>"Hmm...you might be right with cancelling eachother out but hey its worth a shot right?" Ruby said as she mixed the appropriate combination onto the Compound X stone while quickly putting on her goggles "So Raisho how come you wear that mask to hide your face? I mean...is secrecy something you treasure? Not to be nosey or anything but I find it a little odd that you would wear something like this" She said making a gesture to his armor choice. Being from Vale, she was used to different city attire or fancy things<br><br>With that said, she would offer him a chance to make his answer before raising her hand up and hailed Professor West "Umm Professor West, what kind of a reaction should we witness if we have gotten the proper combination of " Dust? Should the stone glow? Or something else?" She asked
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 18:24:17</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Chemistry Class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Welkin Graham </strong><br><br>Luna watched Welkin’s lips moving as he spoke, not really daring to look straight into his eyes. She’d nod and take her time to think about what he suggested. <br>“I think I’ll try your idea. Let’s split the Electric dust first..that is if…uhm…you don’t mind holding this for me.” <br><br>She handed him an empty vial and started measuring the Electric dust,then splitting it into two equal amounts. Her hands were steady, but he could tell by the look on her features how tensed she felt to be this close to him. Especially now when Luna had to pour one half of it into the empty vial. <br><br>She was holding her breath and only realized it when she finished, after taking a deep breath. <br><br>“Now the compound…” she whispered more to herself and slightly moved the rock closer to both of them. “I’ll use Fire Dust first, just like the Professor did or should I go with my idea….” At this point she started doubting herself. Luna wanted to pour Fire and Ice at the same time to see what’s going to happen. <br><br>“Want to try it together? I’ll use Fire and you do the same with Ice…on three.” The vial in her hand was slightly tilted above the compound. Luna was waiting for Welkin to take the Ice Dust and combine it with her Fire straight on the compound. <br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/MerwinEllusae_zpsfdc88019.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Karn Shademore, Vasili Ilari </strong><br><br>Up until then, Armina watched their fight from the sidelines without feeling the need to comment, nor intervene. But when the two took the duel straight on her sacred space, she didn’t hesitate to show her anger. <br>Karn simply splintered the central pillar without a second thought. Turning towards her to ask for his spear, he saw Armina’s features barely hiding the volcano about to erupt from within. Agile and fast, she threw Gungnir aiming to spear him, instead of actually giving it to him. If the ceiling crumbled on both of them she couldn’t care less. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 18:46:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> West's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luna,<br><br>“Okay, we’ll split it and try this out. May be risky, but we’re not going to find out until we work it out ourselves. Let’s just do our best to not blow off fingers.” Since he used formed dust for Hope, he already knew how dangerous mishandling Dust could be – but then again, Luna seemed to have a responsible look about her, so he trusted her rather well with something so ‘dangerous’. “I don’t mind holding it at all.” As he took the vial, slightly rough fingers grazed over hers for a brief moment as his hand soon held the vial in a steady position, not tipping it or letting the dust spill as she poured it into the vial. But the way she tensed, the fact that she seemed to lock up ever so slightly. Biting his lip, he then tried to give her a smile.” Hey, you’re doing great. We’re doing great. Don’t worry, okay? Even if we fail we’ll still learn something new.” this was a class, and he doubted there would be a heavy penalty for what amounted to a thought exercise experiment.<br><br>Her voice was also so quiet that he didn’t quite catch her talking about the compound until a second later when he processed the words. In all truth he was getting a bit tense himself, fingers subtly wrapping more firmly around the vial he held as she reached for the fire dust. “Count of three? Sounds good. Shall I count?” Once his hand was on the ice dust vial, he took a deep breath, and tried to relax. This time he was the tense looking one before offering another smile. “Okay. One... Two...Three.” As he counted to the magic number, he began to steadily and gently pour the dust with her, trying his best to assuage her fears... Or, at the very least let her know that despite his own sense of bravado slacking, he’d do this with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saric</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 20:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karn Shademore<br><strong>Team:</strong> TBA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Training Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br><br>Karn simply sighed when he saw his own spear coming for him point first. He'd wanted to keep the full extent of his semblance a secret as long as possible, make them think it only worked when he was moving at a certain speed. But agility wasn't his strong suit so catching the spear was out of the question, even without a roof to hold up, and the blade, carved from the stinger of a Death Stalker, would go right through his armor and his side like they weren't even there.<br><br>He pulsed his semblance right before impact. Then got an arm free in time to catch the spear on the rebound. Shifting his arms so that the pillar was resting on his forearms, he retracted the haft before carefully removing the blade. Then he wedged the shortened haft between the sections of the pillar and removed his support slowly. As the full weight of that section of the roof came down on the spear haft it bowed... slightly. Putting the razor sharp blade into the specially crafted sheath at his side Karn stepped back to consider the problem before turning to address Armina. "Mistress, would you prefer a segment of wood, stone or baked clay to replace the missing section? I'm afraid it will be obviously different no matter what is used but I fear the wood or stone would be most jarring. The clay would be easiest to acquire, I saw a promising deposit on the river bank on my way up, and can be baked in place with a little Fire Dust. Regardless of the medium I can smooth it to the remainder of the pillar and can carve it to taste. I know some patterns that aid meditation that could make it look like a deliberate addition rather then a repair. Your preference?" He cocked his head inquiringly, apparently oblivious to the anger in her features. Then again almost everyone he'd talked to in the last three years had been wearing head gear or shouting to him from across a field, or both, odd as it would seem he could read voices far better then facial expressions these days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>11-03-2014, 21:16:15</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>Like Karn, Vasili was oblivious to Armina's anger, although it should've been easier for him to pick out.<br>Currently his mind was only set on the fact that Karn had gone through a wooden pillar to get to him, and that he had almost gone through the wall, crushing any kind of ceramic pots, traditional tea cups, or destroying the shelves that held them in place.<br>When he dropped from the wall, he fell chest first into a low coffee table, and promptly broke it in two, the European Scroll Painting of Armina's "Sticks" fell from its place on the wall, and draped over him. Slowly getting up he grunted and groaned, grumbling in a low voice about how this sucked.<br>The Mercenary sat back and looked up at his opponent.<br>If this had been a fight to the death Vasili would have taken this time to grab his Rifle and shoot Karn full of holes while he held the roof up.<br><br>Something started to sting his eyes.<br>He rose up a hand to wipe the sweat away, only to pull his hand back and discover that he was bleeding from a head wound somewhere in his hair.<br>It was running down the front of his face.<br>The Merc, thought nothing of it, in fact, he used the Scroll that had been draped over him to clean his face of sweat and blood, then proceed to let the parchment soak up the blood from his wound without a seconds thought.<br><br>When Karn told him to pause, Vasili nodded his head in agreement, still holding the scroll to his wound, moving it about so that a fresh piece of parchment can soak up more blood.<br>It didn't take long to stop bleeding though.<br>"Fine. But the same goes for you. You better use everything in your power to put me down. As you can see it's hard to do it as is." He replied while he crumpled up the Scroll and threw it into a corner.<br><br>Then he turned to Armina and gave a wave as if trying to get her attention. "Hey Armi! Can you throw me my Rifle and Handguns!?"<br>He asked this of her after he saw that Karn's request was accepted.<br>Good.<br>He didn't feel like walking at the moment.<br><br>Vasili turned his attention to Karn, just as he stepped away from the Pillar, and the shaft of his spear, which was conveniantly holding up the Roof.<br>The Tiger Faunus wondered how long that would last.<br>"Idiot! We'll just get her a new one from the forest after I win this duel!" He replied immediately to Karn's offer. "We broke it after all. And this is Pine. You can tell by the smell since you decided to disintegrate it." Then he looked to Armina, then back at Karn, explaining how the smell came about. "Whoever put in this Pillar wasn't a Master Carpenter. Otherwise, they would have dried up the wood before installing it. Obviously, they didn't wait. When Fat Boy here, destroyed the Wood itself, it threw up a whole bunch of moisture and this nice Pine smell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 18:25:24</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name: Armina Horowitz </strong><br><strong>Location: Combat class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Karn Shademore, Vasili Ilari </strong><br><br>It took her a minute to get Vasili’s rifle and another two just to walk over there. Karn was placing his spear on top of the pillar’s remains when she stepped passed him. Armina gave the impression she’d hand the rifle to its owner, but landed a vicious hit with the rifle’s stock right on the back of Vasili’s head instead. Without warning, right out of the blue.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“You’re quite observant, but I’ll use your head instead!” she replied at the suggestion regarding whether to choose wood or clay for the missing pillar section. <br><br>“Get out of my classroom. NOW!”&nbsp; She barked, still holding the rifle in her hand. It seemed that she didn’t want to give it back to him either way. <br><br><strong>Name: Luna Mauve</strong><br><strong>Team: Clay Dewclaw </strong><br><strong>Location: Chemistry Class</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Welkin Graham </strong><br><br>If only he knew why she was so tense. It wasn’t because of how dangerous the experiment might turn out to be, but because he touched her hand, even if briefly and without intending to. However, Welkin’s words of encouragement proved successful. Luna relaxed, took a deep breath and at his count, poured the tiny amount of Fire Dust straight on top of the compound.&nbsp; Welkin did the same with his amount of Ice Dust and perhaps to their surprise, nothing happened. Too much Electric Dust meant that the other two would just neutralize eachother, but they haven’t used the third dust yet. Was it the same with just mixing Fire and Ice over the stone? <br>“Let’s try adding the Electric one.” Luna suggested, still looking at the rock with a bit of disappointment in her eyes. In the next second, the compound started glowing and heating up, then suddenly turned black and heated up again, glowing brighter…then dimmed down… <br>She took one vial of Electric Dust and just stood with it in hand, hesitating to use it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta 8O8</strong> on <strong>15-03-2014, 23:44:58</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 - Combat Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Karn, Armina<br><hr><br>Vasili held out his hands with a smile so big his eyes were closed.<br>He sensed Armina walking towards them.<br>Sensed her move past Karn.<br>Felt the blow to the back of his head.<br><br>Instead of going flying, as one would in a cartoon or anime, he folded forward in his sitting position.<br>It was like one of those Training balloons that bounce back, because that's exactly what he did.<br>Sitting back up he held the back of his head with a pained expression on his face. Barely aware of the fact that Armina had just told him to leave.<br>"Ow ow owowowowowowowow...What was that for?"<br>The Merc asked as he checked his hand for blood, finding none.<br><br>He slowly got to his feet, wincing, and groaning, and grumbling as he did.<br>Apparently he had taken a heavier beating from Karn than he previously thought.<br>Slowly standing upright, he lightly limped to Armina and snatched his Rifle out of her hands whether she liked it or not.<br>And he did it with his left hand.<br><br>Though he was ambidextrous with most things, his right hand was still dominant and stronger.<br>To snatch a rifle with a non-dominant hand, and hold it with ease as if it were three times lighter must have taken a long time to do.<br><br>"You could've asked nicely. It was your approval to have the duel, so it's partly your fault you know." Vasili said matter-of-factly. As he slung his Rifle to his Shoulders and walked over to his Pistols, collecting those as well.<br>He then headed for the door, walking backwards.<br>The Mercenary pointed to Karn with one of his pistols, holding it to the side like some West Coast "Gangsta".<br>"We'll restart later. You'll lose then too, I guarantee it!" The Tiger-Faunus, did some fancy flipping with his Handguns before flipping and securing them into his holsters, in one smooth motion. After that, he turned around and raised his right hand and arm in the air, waving goodbye to both of them before slipping out and back towards the main building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 19:16:39</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> Chemistry Class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby<br><br>"Anything is worth trying once, if there is a possibility of success." He came off like an old wise man sometimes, but that was just who he was apparently. He didn't even really notice anymore. While waiting for the reaction of the Compound X to the Dust components Ruby added, he wondered how he could word an explanation about the mask. Saying nothing would be rude, but he didn't quite know how to say why.<br><br>&nbsp;"Shinobi ...Ninja. They wear masks to hide their identity during missions. If no one knew what their face looked like, it would be much easier to blend back in with a crowd or back into cover. And the study of Ninjitsu has encompassed most of my life, so I've embraced that facet as well as the others. As for my clothes," he said when he saw her gesturing to more than just the mask. <br><br>"Shinobi wear clothes fitting of the situation. Since I doubt I'll be trying to infiltrate any enemy bases so soon, I wear all black. Blends in easily, doesn't stand out in a crowd. And it makes it harder to see me in the dark." Some people said a half truth was still a whole lie. But he'd just met Ruby, and he wore the mask for reasons that were...complicated to say the least. He couldn't just tell her, especially not so soon. But hopefully his answer would keep her satisfied for the time being. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 19:27:00</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: Halls heading towards the Headmaster's Office<br>Time: Evening before The Mission date<br>Tags: Headmaster Vari (I dont remember the full name XD)<br><br>Ruby wandered through the halls quietly, avoiding much eye contact with the other members of the school. The choices she had to make were huge. Team Unity versus Scientific Advancement. Each had its number of importance views and its drawbacks and each weighed heavily on her mind.<br><br>The first: Mission A held the extraordinary value of Dust advancement. The reveal of a new Unknown Dust held so many wondrous possibilities. If properly used, the possibilities would be endless and astounding. Maybe new technologies could come from it. New medicines, weapons, products...limitless potential. However it held its flaws. Maybe it was corrupted by the Mists, maybe it was a dud and unusable. Maybe it was all one large trap set by the Grimm to get everyone killed. Who knew...the only way was to go out there and find out.<br><br>The Second: A mission to Schwartz, where her Team went to after the disaster of Dirge. Rai had family there and with one man down from their Team already, their combat effectiveness went down a quarter. If she left, they would be at half strength and they would resent her choice to advance the Dust studies by decades. They viewed it as selfish, at least Gwen did. Rai at least understood her reasons as to why she needed to learn all she could around Dust. Dust is where most of her combat effectiveness came from. Sure she had her normal slugs but they wouldn't do much against something like an Ursa or a Nevermore. Dust is what got the job done and done right. She would stop by a window and looked outside at the snowy wasteland that laid below. This place was hell on earth...all the more reason to go for the Dust. But could she be so heartless that she would ignore her Team and Friends? Could she be that heartless? It went against her very principles and ideals as a human being. "Ugh...why couldn't this be easy?" She said while resuming her walk.<br><br>Along the way, she bumped into the wall and looked in front of her: The Headmaster's Doorway. She tapped her chin and thought 'Maybe the Headmaster could offer me some help with my mind' With that, Ruby calmly breathed in and out and knocked on the door. If he answered, Ruby would offer a low bow of respect "Hello Headmaster, I am sorry to disturb you but I am in need of help regarding the missions. It seems I am stuck at an impass and I cannot get around it. May I seek your council on this matter most dire?" Sure she sounded a little melodramatic but she was in that kind of a mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2014, 05:42:43</strong>
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				Name: Erik Vainamoinen<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby Geniva<br><br>He changed the mood with his presence and subtle smile alone. Still wearing his dinstinctive robes, Headmaster Vainamoinen welcomed Ruby inside his office and asked her to take a seat. <br>“But leave it here after you’re done..” he joked with some sort of bemused tone of voice. <br><br>“I was just having tea myself, would you care for a cup?” he asked and poured her one without waiting for her reply, it was her choice whether she’d drink it or not. <br>“We say “care for” but I don’t see how one would tend to a cup, isn’t it funny?”<br><br>It seemed that old man Vainamoinen was in a cheery mood today even if the wrinkles on his face did not express it. Only after he took a seat himself, right in front of her, got a sniff of the tea’s aroma and a long, indulging sip, careful not to burn his mouth, did the headmaster ask Ruby what she needed help with. <br><br>“Now, what impass would that be?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>17-03-2014, 05:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/6049/6049,1323953989,14/-90848306.jpg)</div><br>Name: Ruby<br>Team: Ghast<br>Location: Headmaster's Office<br>Time: Evening before the Mission<br>Tags: Headmaster<br><br>Ruby would accept the tea and took a long sip from it, closing her eyes a little as she did. She seemed to grow more somber as she nursed her tea while collecting her thoughts to present to the Headmaster. Such a hard choice it was and it was one that would shape the next four years of her life, possibly longer then that. She had to make the right one or it would spell her doom<br><br>"Its about the two missions on the board sir. I am stuck as to how I want to proceed. On one hand, I have a love of Dust and learning all I can about it. Dust is my main offensive ability. To be honest sir, I have a strong semblance but such a weak aura, it hardly puts me in any position to use it so often. Without the Dust, I would be much much weaker then I would be now. To hear there is a new Dust, is breathtaking and it would be the greatest opportunity to learn and study it.<br><br>She stopped and let out a heavy sigh, a single tear rolling down her cheek "But then there is my team. They want to go to Schwartz and they view it as much more important. I do agree that they have the right to go there, after all I believe some of them have family they desperately wish to see and that it would help in the short term. I'm stuck between the two and I don't know how to make this choice. Gwen already thinks I am a selfish jerk and a loser because of my passions. Rai understands but I know he doesn't want to see his Team divided like what happened to Dirge. They don't understand my combat effectiveness is based almost entirely on Dust. Headmaster, what should I do? I really need help" <br><br>She said, draining the rest of her tea and wiped her eyes with her jacket sleeve. Ruby was seriously torn between the two and seemed to be almost ripping herself apart inside. Ruby felt angry, hurt and betrayed.. However she also felt guilty, ashamed and useless because of her dependency on Dust. It was a choice that would dictate how she would proceed throughout the course of the next four years
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 17:01:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Erik Vainamoinen<br><strong>Team:</strong> Avalanche Faculty<br><strong>Location:</strong> Headmaster's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ruby Geniva<br><br>The Headmaster listened quietly to what Ruby had to say. Quietly, yet not soundlessly. From time to time she’d hear a soft slurp coming from his direction as he enjoyed his cup of tea.<br>Offering her a napkin, Vainamoinen took the word:<br><br>“Miss Geniva, it seems to me that you have to make a choice between your passion and your team mates’ wishes. In an ideal world, everyone would be understanding of everyone else’s wishes, but we don’t live in such a world. In all my years at Avalanche I rarely saw teams being divided on the account of one member choosing a different mission than one’s team mates, but starting this road together is essential. The question you need to ask yourself is whether you’ll be more helpful to your team by taking the first mission or by taking the second. In the future I am sure you’ll come to face such kind of decisions very often. ‘Should I stay with my fallen companion or should I go search for help?’ ‘Will it save us if I do this or will it kill us all?’ ‘Should I bake a cake for my friend’s birthday or buy him a present?’ Countless times my students have dealt with similar choices, all important, all urgent, all needing a quick decision. The best thing you can do is realize what’s the main motivation behind your choice. So I am asking you: in case you decide on a mission, what is the main thing you wish to accomplish by taking it? “<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 07:08:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Welkin Graham<br><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br><strong>Location:</strong> West's class<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luna,<br><br><br>Touching her hand was something of an accident, but he had no idea that was the reason sh she seemed so tense and almost apprehensive. Had he offended her or maybe said something upsetting? But as she then seemingly relaxed with a deeper breath he gave a smile at her and gave something of a nod about using the electric dust. “Yeah, let’s start.” She was a tad disappointed but he was just wanting to continue and see what element they were missing. “Did you want to pour it, or should I?” his tone was supportive, and while she may have been a tad hesitant he was more than happy to take the bullet for her proverbially.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fighting The Mist [Avalanche Academy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alavana</strong> on <strong>25-03-2014, 13:59:38</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: Headmaster's Office<br>Tags: Headmaster<br><br>"I only want to help my team in the greatest capacity that I can. Dust is how I fight, I have the weakest aura of my team and I know that. I dont have so many fancy powers or magics, and the one I do have cannot go past thirty seconds or I am out cold on the ground. But at the same time, I know what is right. Schwartz is the right choice. I guess sacrifice in life is necessary"<br><br>Ruby let out a very heavy sigh, feeling tears welling in her eyes. She didnt have these tears because of sadness for not going on the Dust mission, but mostly out of guilt and betrayal of her team. With her napkin, she dabbed her eyes while looking at the Headmaster with a lowered head "Headmaster, may I ask something of you? It would mean a great deal to me if I could have a preliminary copy of the Dust tests and a few samples of it for study? I know I am not a scientist or an engineer but Id like a chance to study it. If it can be used as an effective weapon against the Grimm, I want to help my friends"
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