RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leodran</strong> on <strong>31-03-2016, 01:48:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LuqyZnQwIXc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nCP1h33eHnM/s265-c-k-no/photo.jpg)</div><br><em>Hello and welcome to Beacon. My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world.</em><br><br>-Glynda Goodwitch<br><br>A new year begins as groups of hopeful future Hunters and Huntresses arrive at the prestigious Beacon Academy.&nbsp; The airships soar majestically over the city of Vale in the midday sun, ferrying their passengers towards their new home.&nbsp; Many trained at the various schools in Vale, studying and practicing vigorously in order to meet the strict entrance requirements.&nbsp; Others come from far and wide, having trained in the nations of Vacuo, Mistral, or Atlas.&nbsp; Why did they choose to attend an Academy in another nation?&nbsp; Each has their own reason, as unique as their names and styles.&nbsp; Finally, a rare few have entered without attending another school, their own experience, training, and ability earning their entry.<br><br>No matter where they come from, all of the students arrive in Vale to be picked up and shepherded up to Beacon.&nbsp; Now, as the airships dock and begin to open, the students are able to mingle for the first time as they step out onto the dock and look at the wide avenue leading to the Academy.<br><br><em>All first year students, please collect your belongings and proceed through the main entrance and to the Assembly Hall.&nbsp; Repeat, all first year students, please collect your belongings and proceed through the main entrance and to the Assembly Hall.</em>&nbsp; The flurry begins as students move to and fro, gathering their things and making their way towards the large structure in the distance.&nbsp; More airships are still sailing the skies towards the Academy, the assembly will not be for some time yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>31-03-2016, 05:27:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>ARRIVAL</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>None</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Amidst the throng of students a young man clad in bright, golden clothes towered over the crowd. He was at least seven feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders, with muscles that already were threatening to burst out of his school uniform. Everything about him seemed shiny, cheerful and forthright. A wide, excited smile revealed a pearly white set of teeth, and his blue eyes sparkled with so much ADVENTURE that the word required capitalization. His muscles bulged with anticipation as surveyed the school laid out before him.<br><br>It was a sight that filled him with pride.<br><br><strong>"AT LONG LAST! I, LIONEL BRONTO GOLDMANN, HAVE ARRIVED!"</strong> He declared, his voice booming over the mingling crowd around him. His voice was loud, deep and filled with an almost ham-handed emotional exuberance. It was very similar to a fantastic hero from a storybook. Specifically one of those dimestore adventure novels where a knight bravely saves a princess from a dragon or something. Everything about Lionel fit that stereotype.<br><br>Looking particularly pleased with himself, Lionel placed his hands on his hips and placed foot against a stone fountain. Already, he seemed content to strike a heroic pose for onlookers to, assuredly, marvel at. Most of the other students just looked at him funny, before going about their business. Despite their disinterest with the boisterous man's glorious golden arrival, Lionel didn't even seem to notice. Perhaps they were all cheering in his head? <br><br>He seemed like an odd one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>31-03-2016, 12:37:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>A faunas girl looked up from her scroll at the large shouty man. Well, shouty wasn't the right word. He was more... roar-y than shout-y. Her brilliant blue scarf fluttered in the breeze as she puzzled over terminology. After the crowd lost interest in the strange man, she did too, and resumed dragging her suitcase along. Her clothing and luggage shared the same Atlesian Military photo-negative color scheme (blue on black), and the same vaguely Atlesian Military inspired design language. She continued on her way, reading her scroll and generally just following the crowd.<br><br>Wait...<br><br>She looked at the bellow-y man again. That name sounded familiar. She slowed her pace and flicked through her scroll for answers. It was as unhelpful as ever. She sighed and clicked the device shut before pocketing it and resuming her pace. As the path curved away from the fountain, she stopped and looked back at the shouty man. After an apparent eternity of deliberation, she sighed and struck out towards him, jerking her bag along and pushing upstream against the flow of humanity.<br><br>She came to a stop by the fountain, facing Lionel Bronto Goldmann.<br><br>He was bigger than her.<br><br>She tilted her neck back, looking up at his chin. No doubt he was bigger than most, and most were bigger than her. So yes, he was <em>quite</em> a lot taller than her. If you actually measured the distance and then read it, it probably wouldn't sound like too much a difference on its own. In person however, he may as well have been nine feet tall. Her scarf fluttered over the Atlesian insignia on her chest as she stared up at him.<br><br>"Do I know you, Lionel Bronto Goldmann?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atkinson</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 01:40:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YmJAng8.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Sui Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12158589#msg12158589)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>ARRIVAL</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Sui was tired.&nbsp; She had been so excited about this last night, that getting to sleep had been nearly impossible, and now she was paying the price.&nbsp; The little faunus fought a losing battle against a giant yawn as she stepped off the airship, looking guilty immediately afterwards.&nbsp; Here she was, at Beacon Academy!&nbsp; This was hardly the time to be yawning! <br><br>She'd lost track of her sister shortly after the crowd of students started moving, but glancing backwards she thought she saw Baijiu's telltale ears poking up through the crowd.&nbsp; Small, and weighed down with a suitcase nearly twice her size, with her swords on top of that, Sui had little choice but to be pushed along by the debarking horde.&nbsp; She couldn't wait for the swarm of students to be able to spread out a little more.&nbsp; In this tight pack people kept brushing against her tail, which was a very uncomfortable feeling.&nbsp; Twice now she'd even felt tugs!&nbsp; The platinum-haired girl wasn't surprised that people would try to touch her tail, it happened often enough, but under the burden of her belongings, she wasn't able to do much about it.&nbsp; It was times like this when she'd been born with ears, like her sister, instead of a tail.<br><br>Soon enough, Sui got her wish, and the grounds afforded the collective mass of first-years to spread out some.&nbsp; That's when the fox-tailed faunus heard a giant bellow, eyes locking on the towering man responsible.&nbsp; She'd seen him on the airship earlier.&nbsp; He was kind of hard to miss on account of his size, but Sui didn't mind.&nbsp; He -was- easy on the eyes, after all, but this was a dangerous train of thought.&nbsp; Thinking about boys made her want to wag her tail, and that was the last thing she wanted to do right now.&nbsp; Fortunately, after the giant student's bold declaration, it made him seem kind of full of himself, and Sui quickly turned her attention to other things.<br><br>Like how her arms were sore!&nbsp; She wanted to put all this stuff down, but she also didn't want to pick it all back up again!&nbsp; She couldn't see her sister now, but hopefully Baijiu would be able to find her, and then they'd be able to go to the assembly hall together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 07:52:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beacon Academy<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><hr><br>Vale was home, but even then Beacon was different. Gone was the clustered city and factories, the sounds of commerce, a dingy room, a small workshop... No, the academy was different, luxuriant compared to his life before. Rusty had come here for a new start, to try and begin things anew and hopefully ply his skills in a more proper manner. Hunters were the people who valiantly fought the Grimm to protect those who could not do so themselves – and there was open admiration for that. It wasn’t too long ago that he was the one putting people down, dragging them through the mud and raking them for all they were worth. It was a weakness of his, a cruel thing he did to others, and something he had not forgiven himself over. But here? Maybe there could be a new start. Maybe he could do better. Clad in the school uniform (It was better than most of his clothing) And with his dark black hair framing sky blue eyes that looked briefly to the imposing school, he cleared his throat as the first years like him were called to the assembly line. While he did stand tall and did not try to hide himself, he was athletically lean rather than muscular, so in a crowd it might be easy to overlook him..<br><br><br>Especially when someone started to yell a little obnoxiously boisterously. Some people looked to the man as he started with a booming baritone, but when the first part of his name was sounded out, a cold shiver went down his spine. Maybe a different Lionel-no, it was /that/ Lionel. And as he glanced to the towering man, a brow rose. Lionel was scrawny, he was ‘A worthless shrimp who wouldn’t amount to shit’ as he once succinctly said before. And now... Wow, the boy had clearly more than filled out. He filled out and kept on going, he may as well have been a giant by now. Immediately regret flashed through his mind again. He never did apologize to Lionel. And even if he did, would he have accepted it then? Would he accept it now? Rusty wouldn’t hold it against him if he did not, he had every reason to be angry.<br><br>But that Apology wasn’t going to come just yet. The words didn’t sound right in his mind, there was no proper way to apologize for handling Lionel the way he did. He couldn’t apologize with half assed words. Some of that tallness faded from him as he kept his head low, moving along and not quite paying attention to where he was going, as long as it was anywhere but here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 16:42:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Sui mentioned briefly (touched fluffy tail), Rusty, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Just a bit longer! Hey c'mon! Waaaaaait! Does this mean I get to keep these?" Vanilja's yells came from the long since docked airship behind the herds of students. An angry looking pilot tossed the girl out on top of her luggage. "Ouf! Please mister! Y-you cannot do this. She and I...&nbsp; &nbsp;s-she won't be able to live without me. You have to understand. I've never felt such a special spark with anyone bef-" The door locked down with a mechanical&nbsp; 'Cshh'&nbsp; and left Vanilja alone on the pier. <br><br>"Haaah...&nbsp; was it never meant to be?" she sighed to no one in particular, lowering her eyes. In a moment they rose back up sparkling bright with mischief and smugness. "Khihihi... spark, pffft~" Vanilja giggled at her own smarts. Spark indeed. Who knew that touching the red dust combustion vent down in the engine room would cause turbulence in the reaction and make one of the cooling pots crackle. Airships were kind of new to her, but she was pretty certain that had it not been for that one blunder nobody would have noticed her tinkering down there. The thought of the hours that could have been spent down there replaced her smile with an expression of melancholic longing, just as wind ruffled her hair.<br><br>Vanilja let it go and turned to look up at the tall cathedral-esque main building of Beacon academy. "Beautiful..." The wheels of her luggage began squeaking as she started towards the tower. On the way she noticed a fluffy looking white tuft peeking from a crowd and gave it a squeeze, giggling as the soft thing disappeared into the crowd. Suddenly, her scroll rang. Vanilja lifted it against her ear and heard the opening barrage from the shrillest sounding dust salesgirl ever booming through with intensity that muffled all other sounds, almost knocking her unconscious by sheer volume. <br><br>"Gah!" Vanilja closed her eyes and threw the scroll away without looking. The thin thing flew under Rusty's shoe just in time to get crunched into bits. Recoiling from the surprise Vanilja followed the phone and stepped right into Rusty, knocking her forehead against his nose. "Uwah!" She wasn't hurt, but the collision sent Vanilja scrambling backwards. She took a step back and still momentum toppled her to balance one outstretched leg against most of her torso. Luckily there was an enormous flail hanging from her hip, keeping the center of balance...&nbsp; centered. &nbsp;"UuuuuuUUUUuu...&nbsp; &nbsp;and hop! Not even close!" Smiling over successfully dodging a fall, Vanilja rested her gauntlets on her hips and looked at Rusty. <br><br>A new friend. Time to be cool. She flipped her head backwards to make the flamboyant sunglasses fall on her eyes. "You need help there?" Vanilja offered, reaching out to Rusty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 03:29:39</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beacon Academy<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja,<br><hr><br>Were Rusty paying attention to his direction, he may have noticed the scroll flying to the perfect point to be crushed and scattered under his heel. He didn’t even try to do it – he just walked forward, and as he heard the sound of something breaking he looked down for just a moment. And before he could properly register everything going on, there was a flash of pain as something impacted against his forehead, and the momentum causing hum to stumble backwards onto his rear. “Ah!” The momentum didn’t cause a hard fall, but between the bump to his forehead and not paying attention, he still took the brunt of it on his lower back. A hand moved for his nose, checking to see if it was bleeding – it was enough to jolt him at least. When his closed eyed drew open to see who he had bumped into, he saw her against the light and paused for a moment. It was sort of his fault and he wouldn’t blame that, but she seemed... Well, alright. Also, she was cute.<br><br>Super cute. Wow. There was a brief moment of silence before his hand extended to hers, leaving his nose, and he pretty sure it wasn’t bleeding at least. “Y-yeah. Sorry, I think I damaged your scroll...” His tone was friendly, but it was almost a little guarded. Both from being upset at possibly breaking her scroll, and also because this was a really bad way to meet someone who was already being friendly to him. It didn’t help that before her sunglasses rested on her nose, he was able to see her face fully – and yes, she was cute. Taking her hand and rising, he gave a smile. “I-i can help with a replacement.” he wasn’t totally broke and it was only proper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 11:01:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>GREETILINGS</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The massive man's eyes opened as his newest No. 1 Fan called upon him... Sort of. To be frank, Lionel was more surprised than anything. No one usually took note of dramatic posing. Lionel didn't expect them to, not really. It was more for posterity's sake. A kind of filler to ensure that even when idle, Lionel was at least doing his damnedest to be remembered. Either he was doing something right this time, or Vales was a particularly easy crowd to please. <br><br>The towering hunter turned to Noire. His entire face lit up in delight when she asked her question. A wide grin dawned on his features in satisfaction. She? Remember him? No, he couldn't be so lucky. Being remembered meant a great deal for Lionel. It was the entire point of the act! Lionel had to be certain.<br><br>Lionel Bronto Goldmann rubbed his chin in thought, bending his immense frame forward to get a look at the girl. <strong>"Hmm. A question for the ages, fellow huntress!"</strong> he exclaimed, deciding to milk this attention for all it was worth. His eyes flickered over the girl's apparel, noting the Atlesian insignia. <strong>"Ah!"</strong> he exclaimed, raising a finger in realization. <strong>"Perhaps you know me from the Atlesian exams. Where I valiantly defeated an Ursa with my bear hands!"</strong> Lionel flexed his hands slightly for dramatic effect. He wasn't grand-standing on that last bit, even the examiners were impressed. Lionel boasted, but he didn't lie. <strong>"Or even then, you may have heard of the illustrious family from which I hail. Why, my family's bloodline has played a noteworthy role in advancing Atlesian society for GENERATIONS!"</strong> Lionel's entire body flexed on that last note. <br><br><strong>"Am I, perhaps, ringing any bells?"</strong> He'd ask.<br><br>Behind the pair, a pair of baggage men began unloading a long, rectangular piece of rolling luggage from an airship. They were having a large amount of difficulty with it. Just lifting the suitcase at an angle was nearly too much for them. It was impossible, of course, but the airship itself seemed like it was tilting slightly in the direction of the offending object.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 17:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Eh?" Vanilja looked down at the shards below Rusty's shoe. Her lips momentarily pursed into a tiny frown. "Eh... " Vanilja shrugged her shoulders after the handshake. "No biggie. I only ever got calls from Dad and dustsalesmen and besides I besides I'm not sure it was properly bought anyway." Now that she looked at the guy he was being kinda gloomy. Vanilja tilted her head and put the glasses back up and reached up to pat Rusty's hair. "Cheer up." Her lips opened in a happy smile. <br><br>Vanilja wasn't really sure what to do here or what she had been up to before the interruption. Vanilja rubbed her forehead. "Hmmmmmnnngggg? What was I...&nbsp; &nbsp;Ah! I need to explore the academy," she realized. Vanilja turned around to see the magnificent building rising into the heights. She began taking wandering steps towards it that soon steadied into a brisk pace. "There' supposed to be a real speedy lift and homing storage cabinet missiles. I heard they got some fancy Atlas targeting systems. You can make land right next to target to deliver arms or use them for evacuation. I really wonder why they haven't made some kinda general personal flight devices from those yet, I mean can't you just put those propulsion chambers into shoes or something? Heck, once I get my cabinet I'm gonna take it apart and..." ...and Vanilja babbled on without looking back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 05:49:25</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Baijiu Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12184455#msg12184455)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>ARRIVAL</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Sui</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The pale-haired faunus made her way off the airships as they arrived, looking over her new school. Of course, she couldn't particularly see much given the how crowded it was. Unlike her sister, she didn't even bother trying to stifle the yawn that slipped passed her lips. Beacon was cool and all, as impressive as she'd hoped, but frankly, she wasn't entirely sure what she was even doing here. It just seemed like the best course available to her, and even she questioned that flimsy motivation at times. Stepping forward she lazily slipped through the crowd as best she could, carrying what belongings she brought in a small bag slung over her shoulder. She just had to trust that the crowd was moving in the general direction of the assembly hall.<br><br>Her attention was momentarily drawn to a downright massive figure loudly announcing his presence. it was a touch odd, but then she'd always heard that Beacon had a way of attracting the most colorful characters the world had to offer. It seemed the boisterous fellow found himself drawn into a conversation soon enough and she shifted her attention back towards her destination. She scanned the area as she did. She wondered if Sui had gone ahead of her or if she was still lagging behind. With a quiet sigh she reasoned it was probably the latter. The poor girl packed far too much luggage, in her opinion, especially considering that she didn't pack nearly the raw muscle that Baijiu did.<br><br>She turned around and scanned the area again, finding her sister before too long and shuffling through the crowd in that direction. It wasn't long before she made her way there, approaching her sister and glancing at the luggage she was struggling to carry along. "Called it," she said as she neared her, "You either need to start packing less stuff or lifting more weights." She pulled the bag she was carrying off her shoulder and offered it to her sister, saying, "I'll trade you. You carry my stuff, I'll carry yours, and we might just make it there before the semester ends."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 09:48:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beacon Academy<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja, Lionel (indirectly)<br><hr><br>No big? He could live with that. Some of the worry was wiped away from his face as he more visibly relaxed, and when she told him to cheer up and patted his head, he didn’t even feel the urge to roll his eyes. “Sorry, been thinking on some stuff was all.” Some stuff meaning Lionel’s loud and boisterous claims. He couldn’t even congratulate the man without feeling like an asshole. Why was it so hard to be good? Or, why was it so easy to be bad, earlier? However, since Vanilja began to babble on, she seemed to at least be talking to him – he hoped, and some of it was about weapons stuff, which he was content to discuss. “I was gonna do some exploration too! Mind if I join? Never seen one of these missiles before. Then again, I came here with most stuff on my back.” Metaphorically at least. Still, he spoke a little more openly and with a smile on his face. “But as for general flight, part of it might be the weight limit? Afterall, some people might just not have a light enough total weight to be lifted by them. Or, I mean, humans do tend to be a little more fragile than materials. Could go bad if there’s an issue. I’m taking it you’re a bit of a gearhead, right?” It certainly sounded like it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atkinson</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 14:18:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YmJAng8.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Sui Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12158589#msg12158589)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Grounds</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Baijiu, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"Oh thank the Maidens," Sui exclaimed, sounding relieved!&nbsp; Less than a heartbeat later, the fox-tailed Faunus' collection of luggage was a heap on the Academy's elaborate brick walkway, "I was beginning to think you'd left me stranded, and I was going to be forced to set up camp for the night!"<br><br>"Bear in mind, it's not that you choose to pack light," Sui continued, reaching out to take up her sister's over-the-shoulder, "it's just that you leave me to pack for the both of us.&nbsp; I bet you don't even have a toothbrush in this thing!"<br><br>With her new, significantly lighter burden, the smaller girl whirled about, almost lighter than air, "those guys over there has the right idea though.&nbsp; Wheels.&nbsp; Why doesn't our luggage have wheels?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 16:58:47</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Baijiu Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12184455#msg12184455)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Grounds</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Sui</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Baijiu let her sister take the bag, before reaching moving over to her luggage. She couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh as she heard the commentary. Reaching down, she took a breath before taking on the burden of her sister's luggage. It was heavy, that was for sure. Still, Baijiu was physically fit to say the least, and quickly proved to fair noticeably better at hauling the luggage along. "Wheels are for people who aren't dirt poor," she responded, once she'd started to move forward.<br><br>She then glanced back at Sui and added, "And I'll have you know that I almost certainly... probably... might have packed a tooth brush."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 22:36:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Heh. Defeating an Ursa with 'bear hands'. Noire's face contorted as she suppressed a smirk as Lionel flexed. "No, I can't say I recall that." Her eyebrows furrowed as he flexed while speaking of his family.<br><br><em>That</em> sounded familiar.<br><br>"Hmm..."<br><br>Oh, right, them. Some aristocratic bunch. Paid for lots of tech and art. Didn't know where the money came from; she'd assumed they were just the types who'd just always had lots of the stuff. Associated with plenty of drama and intrigue and other gossipy nonsense she never cared about. Also shouting.<br><br>Should've picked up on it sooner, to be honest.<br><br>"Oh! The family with the roaring lion semblance, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 06:55:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>INSTANT REGRET</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><em>'The Lion's Roar, actually.'</em> Lionel nearly said, though abstained for fear of sounding fault finding. Yes, yes of course his family would be memorable for their auditory semblance; the semblance that he didn't, in fact, have. He couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy in that respect. Lionel beamed all the same, pushing his darker side away. <strong>"Yes, you are correct, madame! That is indeed the trademark hereditary semblance of the Goldmann family."</strong> <br><br>Behind the pair, a soft <em>whump!</em> reverbrated through the ground as the black trunk fell off the encumbered airship. Lionel leaned over to grip it, hefting the luggage as if it were just a normal bag, and triumphantly set it down in front of him. The front of the black case bore the Goldmann family emblem on it- a golden lion with bull-horns. <strong>"But where are my manners!?"</strong> he asked rhetorically. He extended a pan-sized palm towards Noire; it was an attempt at an earnest handshake, though his hand stood to encompass the faunus's. <strong>"It is good to see a fellow Atlesian countryman attending this prestigious university! What might your name be?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 10:53:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire looked down at Lionel's massive hand and shook it. Well, part of it. More like his thumb and that part of the palm that is basically just more thumb. She was impressed with the degree of finesse he exhibited; for someone as large and muscular as he was, she expected to be vigorously jerked around, but the handshake was rather normal in intensity.<br><br>"I'm Noire. I, uh, go by the stage name of 'Nyarly' sometimes though." Her tail curled around her leg as she rubbed the back of her head. "You probably haven't heard of me though; I don't do a lot of self-promotion." After stammering awkwardly for a bit, she looked over at the slowly wobbling airship, and then at the cargo evidently responsible for the disturbance. "What on Remnant is <em>in</em> that thing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 19:56:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Vanilja wasn't trying to be mean, but the moment she heard something mumble a few steps behind her she raised her voice to talk over Rusty, just to finish another point about the cupboard missiles and then as if to answer his question she continued to explain more. What Vanilja couldn't remember she made up with speculation. "...no, no I don't think the weight is an issue at all. Those boosters carry weapons many times the weight of small huntresses. I think Atlas is just hogging all the cool technology. They're shrewd like that, but I don't mind. They do have the coolest stuff too!." Which would explain why a Vacuo kid wandered around in Atlas inspired clothes. <br><br>All of a sudden something Rusty had said made Vanilja turn around and look up at the boy. Her eyes narrowed and for a moment it was as if they were to judge him somehow, but then her mouth followed and widened into a grin. "Tshhh...&nbsp; people fragile? Nonsense! Humans are strong! At least those of us with a good aura are. I am. Faunus are too, but..." Vanilja's eyes darted to the side to catch a glimpse of some fluffy looking tuft behind a deer Faunus boy. "...they are not as hard." &nbsp;Her fingers twitched with the lingering sensation of the strange silvery tuft she had grasped earlier. They could still feel it.<br><br>The pause had thrown Vanilja off of her rant and stopped her to finally stand calmly in akimbo stance and take in more of her surroundings than only the dust powered things. She looked at Rusty again; gave him an appraisal. "Hmmmg." He looked pretty normal, no matter how she leaned in and watched from different angles Vanilja just couldn't make out any other assessment that this was a boy, and- "Hey! Cool weapon." <br><br>Vanilja knelt to level her eyes with the Travailler. "Advantage of blades I guess. You can keep their folded form pretty compact. Big rounds though. I like it. They're my personal choice too. The recoil just... brrhHHR~" Vanilja hugged herself and trembled as if some jolt ran through her. "That recoil feels so satisfying. Also I think they're much better for boosting. Look here." Vanilja took her Mortal Flail out, let the handle assemble in her grip, the flail head whirr out with some cable and gave it a quick spin before letting them combine into a hand-held mortar launcher. "This baby. Vanilja hugged the gun and snuggled her face against it. "AAAhh... isn't he pretty? Years of tuning and experimentation and finally, FINALLY, I can sleep at night knowing it is done. You know the feeling when your weapon and semblance are just so perfect for each other that you wonder why you haven't married yet? Hey, hey! You know it, right? It's the best there is! Say do you think yours is done yet? Maybe you'd want to let me tinker with it a bit and see what we can improve..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 08:52:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br><strong>Location</strong>: Beacon Academy<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja,<br><hr><br><br><br>“Well, I think Atlas probably is hoarding it a little as well. But there are still things that can be a limiting factor. Still, maybe there is some way to use it as well, I don’t know. The machines and weapon i’ve worked on aren’t that complex.” Actually – the one weapon he redesigned was an older model, so for him it was just a bit of sprucing up! But when her eyes narrowed at him, he paused for a moment, smiling when she spoke about people being strong. “Humans are strong. But take a crash from a few hundred feet or something. Most aren’t walking away. Plus, to dismiss faunus as a little weaker seems folly. I’ve known plenty of tough Faunus.” Rusty was no pushover himself, but he didn’t want to really brag that much about himself, that just seemed so... tacky.&nbsp; He wasn’t the type to boast and brag. “Did I say something wrong, though?” She was cute but it was hard to get a read on her, not that he wasn’t trying! But still.<br><br>“Oh? Thanks.” As he took the gunlance from his back, it snapped from being folded in half to its full, regal height. “She’s called The Travailler. I didn’t completely make her myself though. My grandma was a hunter, and the first version of this gunlance was her weapon. I took it to the drawing board and changed a few things. A different blade for better reach and striking power. It only accepted fire dust so I modified it, it now accepts fire dust and acidic dust. It’s a grenade launcher, so I can’t really aim well...” he smiled. “Much like your flail, it doesn’t look that accurate. Am I right? I mean at range. But, explosives are just a lot easier to control a crowd with.” And she spoke about semblance, which he didn’t comment much on. “Done? Hrm...&nbsp; I don’t now. I’m quite happy with how it’s turned out. I didn’t start making it just because I wanted to be a hunter. I started making it because... Well, I wanted to prove something to myself. And i’m continuing to prove that. Still, if you wanted to take a look at it...” He paused, lips pursed as it folded back in half. “I’ll think on it. I’ll think on it a little harder if you give me your name, how ‘bout that?” Rusty asked with a smile. “For what it’s worth, I’m Rusty.” He was calmer now, and gave a smile. “So it’s nice to meet you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atkinson</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 16:20:57</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Sui Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12158589#msg12158589)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Grounds</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Baijiu, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"No worries.&nbsp; I gotcha covered," Baijiu's twin knowingly, confidently said with a grin, "but the next time we have to move, I'm totally stealing some suitcase wheels.&nbsp; Rich people can totally afford replacements; everyone's a winner!"<br><br>Sui was reasonably certain her parents wouldn't approve of such reasoning, but they weren't here.&nbsp; In spite of recent extremists, rather terrorists, things had markedly improved for the Faunus' lot since the days of her parents.&nbsp; Throughout her youth, they'd impressed upon her the importance of never giving anyone any cause to treat her, or her sister, badly.&nbsp; Sui had smiled and nodded like a good little girl, saying, "of course!"&nbsp; But reality was vastly different.&nbsp; She didn't have to give anyone any cause, they just simply chose.&nbsp; Unhappy thoughts that the silvery-haired Faunus was eager to put behind her, easily hidden by swishing her tail to and fro.&nbsp; A smile and a wagging tail definitely meant she was cheerful and happy, right?<br><br>"...not that I'm keen on moving again anytime soon, mind," the fox-tailed Faunus adds, continuing, "hopefully we get shacked up with some nice quiet guys, and everything'll work out nice n'fine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 20:36:45</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Baijiu Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12184455#msg12184455)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Grounds</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Sui</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Baijiu headed along with her sister further in, chuckling at her idea. She knew their parents wouldn't appreciate Sui's reasoning, but as she carried along the heavy luggage, she had to agree. Even with her strength, wheels would be nice. She'd gotten in her fair share of trouble as a kid. Her skill with her fists first became apparent during scraps with other kids, usually after they'd said something bigoted towards her or her sister. She seemed to have mellowed out since then, and started getting in less fights, particularly once she decided on becoming a huntress. All the same, it wasn't so much that she had any real change of heart; she'd simply found more productive distractions.<br><br>She glanced towards Sui as she spoke, giving her a teasing grin as she replied, "Of course you'd already be thinking about boys, sis." She looked ahead to make sure she didn't trip over anything as they walked along. Baijiu herself had never exactly had what one would consider a love life. She had, at the age when most started to notice such things, shown an interest in the opposite sex... though more so towards the same sex. Regardless,her interest in boys and girls both seemed to have dried up. Whatever caused that change in her was something the faunus had proven keen to avoid talking about. That seemed to be the type of person Baiju was. Either nothing seemed to bother her, or she did an impressive job of acting like it was so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 08:35:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>VALIANT EXPLANATION</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>It was easy to mistake Lionel as the sort who didn't know his own strength- the reality was far from that. Lionel was <em>keenly</em> aware of his strength, and honestly the thought of it kept him up at night. Just how horrible it would look if he were to shake a Faunus's hand too tightly? He'd could be labeled a brute, maybe even a racist? Yes, the girl probably had an Aura, but that was no reason to not be careful.<br><br>Lionel patted the trunk. <strong>"Oh, this old beauty? This would be my trusty weapon! A bit on the heavy side, yes, but she is graceful in her own way."</strong> Lionel pulled an extendable handle out of the top of the case, causing the metal and rubber wheels of the suitcase to groan with effort. <strong>"I do believe the ceremony shall be beginning soon. Shall we depart?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 09:41:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire tilted her head as she examined the suitcase more closely. 'A bit on the heavy side' was an understatement. The weapon was definitely heavy, probably big as well. And most likely expensive as all hell, given the Goldmann name. A giant sword or axe that turned into a dust-infused rocket launcher, perhaps. No doubt covered with gold. Wealthy families didn't exactly have a reputation for subtlety or restraint, and one thing money could never buy was taste.<br><br>Plus, she doubted anyone named 'Goldmann' could resist the punny-ness of having a gold weapon. Especially one as... shouty... as Lionel.<br><br>She couldn't blame him, of course. She probably wouldn't be able to resist either.<br><br>Noire turned to face the school again. The mass of students had thinned out, with most of them having already made their way past them. "We probably should, if we want to attend it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leodran</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 19:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/C0reBsO.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>DM</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Call</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>All Player Characters</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>As the last of the transports finished disgorging the new students and their cargo the sound of a bell rung out across the campus.&nbsp; The first year students continued their trek towards the main hall as a few of the teacher's arrived to hurry along those that had stopped for conversation or had wandered off the path.<br><br>Up on the stage Glynda Goodwitch stood with her hands folded behind her, watching the students file into the large room.&nbsp; It was impossible for the students to read her expression for the most part, except for the stern frown when she noticed a teacher having to step in at the back of the room to prevent one young man (http://i.imgur.com/NlE3tke.jpg) from causing trouble.&nbsp; The teacher turned another, much larger, student back to the crowd and stayed by the young man.&nbsp; He had a friendly smile on his face and didn't look intimidating, but there was something slightly off about that smile and a look in his eyes that soon created a small bubble of empty space around him and the instructor.<br><br>Other than a few raised voices during that little scuffle the students were doing a fair job of coming into the room in an orderly fashion.&nbsp; Already small groups were forming and rumours were starting to fly around.&nbsp; The most talked about subject was, of course, the selection of teams.&nbsp; Some of the students who had older relatives that had attended Beacon in the past told confident stories about how the teams were formed, and each of those stories was different from the last.&nbsp; Old friends made promises to be on the same team together, but all of the stories had one thing in common, it wasn't easy to choose a specific person as a partner or team mate.<br><br>As the remaining students filed in to join the excited chatter, groups began to form up and break apart as new meetings took place.&nbsp; The best rumours seemed to be coming from the group around an exuberant girl (http://i.imgur.com/3CWmxb6.jpg) who was cheerfully asking for all of the stories, seemingly without regard to their veracity.&nbsp; A slightly unkempt but studious looking young man (http://i.imgur.com/362v64Q.jpg) stood nearby, writing things down in a small notebook as each tall tale was told.<br><br>Around the edges, some of the less social students kept out of the groups, perhaps speaking quietly to one or two people.&nbsp; A stern looking young woman (http://i.imgur.com/ywWO7Ak.jpg?1) with a sword at her hip leaned against one of the wall pillars, speaking quietly for a moment with another girl (http://i.imgur.com/vvmMb00.png).&nbsp; Further off to the side a blonde boy (http://i.imgur.com/UT3FajV.jpg) stood with his arms folded, his head bobbing slightly to the beat of some song from his headphones.&nbsp; His eyes were on the stage, apparently waiting for the assembly to begin.<br><br>The room was filling with new and unique faces.&nbsp; Some had obvious weapons while others seemed unarmed, but they all moved with a nervous confidence of people who had earned their place here, but knew things wouldn't be the same as what they were used to.&nbsp; The different outfits and colours that filled the room made it seem like a mishmash of every possible personality, but they were all here for the same thing, to become Hunters and Huntresses.&nbsp; And in just a few minutes, Professor Ozpin would arrive to begin the address, and the room was filled with nervous energy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 23:02:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire entered the hall, flanking Lionel. She scanned the crowd as she walked, looking for an open space. There was an open space near a cute girl (http://i.imgur.com/ywWO7Ak.jpg?1) by one of the pillars. She wandered over, curious if Lionel would join her, and waited for the speech to begin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atkinson</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 10:26:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YmJAng8.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Sui Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12158589#msg12158589)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Grounds</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Baijiu, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"Hopefully we can get away with piling our stuff just inside the door just for now," Sui animatedly says to Baijiu as they enter the auditorium, "and hopefully wherever we get shacked up isn't too far away."<br><br>The fox-tailed Faunus seemed reluctant to tread much further into the hall after witnessing the minor altercation brought on by the boy with the claws, halting at the edge of the circle that had formed around him and his teacher-minder.&nbsp; It was an old habit, keeping near the exit just in case things got, well, crazy.&nbsp; The faculty apparently had the crazy things well in hand, but for Sui, old habits died hard.<br><br>"We'll be good from here, right?" she glanced questioningly over at her sister, "I mean, it's not like it's going to be a more immersive experience up closer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 19:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>SUITABLE INTIMIDATION</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Lionel went quiet as he stepped into the entrance hall. There was a lot of talent here, he could tell. For all his posturing at becoming the best hunter to ever live, there was a lot to overcome. Much of his competition was sitting in this very room. It was an intimidating thought, knowing that he'd have to outdo every person in this room. <br><br>And then there was Teams to think about- would he be able to nab a leader spot as he was now? What if he only became leader because the rest of his team was sub-par? Would he be stuck with a team like that for his whole career here? These thoughts and more assaulted his brain. He barely showed an ounce of his stress outwardly, but it was beginning to gnaw at his insides.<br><br>Lionel let out a deep breath, psyching himself back into his Goldmann persona, before proudly walking into the room, his head held high. He felt that it would be prudent to stand near the front of the auditorium (So all could witness him), though his height might have made it hard for others to see over him. That was a bad first impression. Instead he followed Noire, leaning his immense luggage against the pillar she found.<br><br><strong>"How do you think they're going to do team matching this year?"</strong> Lionel asked Noire in a quieter tone. <strong>"I hear Professor Ozpin never uses the same method twice."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 21:52:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Call</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Vanilja didn't look too bothered at all by Rusty's carefulness or how their conversation flowed a bit out of sync with both being on a different page. By the time Rusty replied to her nigh nonstop barrage of nonsense her attention Vanilja wasn't even on same book anymore. "Wrong, huh? No, no, not really. Not at all. I believe it is allowed to pull out guns in Beacon. I mean I've already got mine out. If it is wrong then we'll just be arrested together. Won't that be grand - a proper adventure?" Vanilja grinned. <br><br>Explanation of the gunlance's history actually managed to captivate her attention and shut her up for a moment. Vanilja's eyes seemed to be drinking the sight of the weapon, trailing its shape as she listened, nodding furiously. "Hum, hum! Yes, I see." It was really somewhat crude with the fighting style Rusty explained to use perhaps conflicting a bit with the base weapon itself. Vanilja thought lances to be accurate, sleek long weapons. This was a whole new take on the old classic. Some of her thoughts poured out into incoherent mutterings.<br><br>"Bhuh! What? Mortal Flail is as accurate as they get," Vanilja raised her voice to correct Rusty. She had a serious face, held the weapon in one hand and curled her gauntlet into a fist as she explained, "Look, here. There's a grid here that I can use to aim. Very accurate even at longer ranges and then, BHCOOOOM! It flies out like so, and BOOM! explosion. It's no sniper rifle I'll give you that, but the thing with semblance." Her smile and voice grew notably more excited. "I can control the trajectory of things I accelerate. So if I coat the projectile I can correct the aim mid flight. Since the explosions themselves are rather easy to hit with this is actually suuuper accurate! But, that's right... name...<br><br>"Ahem~" she pushed a thumb against the middle of her chest and announced with all the flamboyance that could be squeezed out of a small girl, "Vanilja Crepes, but you may call me Vanilja or Van, just keep shouting and I'll listen eventually. I know I tend to kinda maybe sometimes get a bit excited over cool stuff." Vanilja reached out to grab Rusty's hand from him and gave it a shake. "Nice to meet you Rusty. If you ever think about tinkering with that beauty don't hesitate to come knocking on my room."<br><br>During their conversation the two had segued sneakily into the entrance hall and found themselves surrounded by a thick crowd. Vanilja actually lowered her voice to a husky whisper in order to honor the intense atmosphere of anticipation. "Ho-ho-hooo...&nbsp; can you feel it? This is it. This is it! HHHhhiii! I'm gonna beee aa huntress, a huntres, a proper real huntress~"
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 22:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br><strong>Location</strong>: Assembly hall<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja,<br><hr><br>They were talking on two different subjects at the same time, Vanilja being a little faster to change the subject than Rusty, which did cause him some... flustering. Every time he tried to talk about something she said she was on a completely new note. It wasn’t until he was talking properly about his Gunlance that she seemed to get on the same page with him, but even that was transient by nature. “Well, the thing about the weapon is I could have made a completely new one in a different style but it’s my families heirloom. I didn’t want to ignore that! It’s a little old and there are certain modern features I am missing out on, but I can compensate for the lack of them. It was my grandmas and now it’s mine, so I want to make her proud!” Even if she wasn’t around anymore, he wanted to show very much that her pride and her weapon would not go languished. The foundation was still good, I just wanted to change a few things to improve what I could.”<br><br>She was quite the show off in a sense, but he admired that. He by now was a little more reserved, but he could admire someone who was that open about everything they liked, who they were. Since he’d changed, he knew he could be a bit more of a … wallflower. “It’s fine, it’s fine! Vanilja? That’s a wonderful name!” he shook her hand without hesitation, enjoying it. “If I need a helping hand i’ll definitely come to you. I think you probably know more about this than me.” Especially if she made a weapon like that by herself!<br><br>Once they were a the entrance hall, he kept close to her, almost shadowing her. “Hrm... We’re both gonna be hunters. Just keep your calm. I know i’m excited, but let’s just hope we get good teams. Maybe we’ll both be teammates?” unlikely – there were dozens, maybe a hundred some odd students? The chances of being together were slim... And they just met, didn’t they? And besides, if anyone besides Lionel knew about what he was like, why would they really like him? Hell, he just hoped he didn't have Lionel on his team - that would be... that would be bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 00:12:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open, Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire rested her bag in front of Lionel's and shrugged. "No idea. How've they done it before?" She flicked open her scroll and consulted it. Ah; that's who Ozpin was. Odd that he would regularly change how he grouped teams. Odder was the he grouped them at all; in Atlas, that was the responsibility of logistics. Hunters were valuable, complex assets. It took almost a year of experimentation, statistical analysis and shuffling before they were satisfied that team organization was optimal. It seemed odd that one person would even attempt to take on the task, let alone someone as busy as a professor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 13:56:44</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Baijiu Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12184455#msg12184455)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Sui</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Baijiu glanced at her sister as they came to a halt inside the assembly hall. When asked if that was good enough, she nodded and replied, "Yeah, I think this'll be fine." She followed up with a quiet laugh as she looked back at the luggage she was carrying, adding, "Pretty sure my arms will fall off if I don't rest them, anyway."<br><br>She scanned the hall. She hoped to take note of any individuals who happened stand out, people she might want to remember for later... but this was Beacon. Nearly everyone looked like the main character in some kind of cartoon. She quickly gave up on that fruitless endeavor and instead turned her focus towards the front, where she assumed they'd be receiving some introductory speech from.<br><br>As she waited, she spoke again, with her sister, "There's certainly no lack of colorful characters here, is there? Guess that means we won't get too bored, at any rate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atkinson</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 07:57:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YmJAng8.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Sui Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12158589#msg12158589)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Grounds</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Baijiu, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Soon they'd be paired up with some of these colorful characters, as Baijiu had called them, and the cautious-by-nature Sui wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that.&nbsp; Then she'd considered something she amazingly hadn't before this moment, "you know, I just sort of assumed it was a given, but now I wonder if <em>we're</em> even going to be on the same team."<br><br>In spite of their differences, they'd grown up together.&nbsp; The trials of being a Faunus in a world dominated by humans, where the battles of the Faunus Rights Revolution were still fresh memories in the minds of many, was something they had shared.&nbsp; Baijiu was the only person in the whole of Remnant that Sui knew she could trust unconditionally, and now the prospect that they might be split up was enough to keep the fox-tailed girl keenly sober in a hall packed with students that were brimming with excitement and anticipation.<br><br>But the younger (if only by minutes!) Qīnghuā didn't want to detract from the moment or drag her sister down with her by ending on more somber thoughts.&nbsp; She elected to close on a more upbeat note, putting a more comical spin on her very real concern, "of course, if we do get stuck together I'll just have to work harder to make up for your own lack of color!&nbsp; You and your blacks and whites!&nbsp; Why couldn't you have gone with, I dunno, a more flashy, something like a fiery red getup or somesuch?"<br><br>Sui grinned at her sister, happily wagging her tail a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 08:06:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>TENTATIVE SPECULATION</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The large man rubbed his chin in thought. <strong>"My cousin, way back when, told I and everyone he could find that his test involved chess and a great amount of grimm that he slayed... all by himself, apparently. Overall, it was a mix of fighting, tactics and pure, unadulterated chance."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 08:52:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open, Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire nodded. Leaving something so important up to chance sounded very... Vale. It certainly didn't sound very Atlesian. She paused for a moment before speaking.<br><br>"Why is it always chess? I've never cared for it as a game, but apparently everyone else does. Granted, I am terrible at it, but still..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 23:03:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>AWARD WINNING ENTHUSIASM (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IRdw_Qgwqc)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Lionel chuckled. "Never had the patience for it myself. Professor Ozpin looks the sort to play it all the time, though." He scratched the back of his head for a moment. He wasn't comfortable with talking quietly, though the demonstration was just about to start. "I think that's part of why Beacon does so well. He's a strategist. Lionel stared quietly at the stage while he spoke. Back in Atlas, they organize teams based on numbers and complementary skillsets, making for orderly assignments and strong teams. You won't get that at Beacon. Lionel frowned, folding his arms. "Though, my Uncle Rob said those same optimized teams paint you into a niche, since your teammates are always covering for your weaknesses. The mish-mash teams here make us painfully aware of our blind spots, and force us to grow as hunters to fill the gap." Uncle Rob, of course, had phrased that idea to Lionel in much more vulgar terms, but the meaning of the words rang true for Lionel. Besides, he wanted to avoid Atlas Academy if he could. His family sent more hunters there than here, and he wasn't sure he was ready for such an encounter.<br><br>Ah, but he was getting depressing again, wasn't he?<br><br>Lionel's thoughtful frown faded, and he looked down at Noire. "That's mostly the reason why I came to Beacon instead. I'm not here to be on a good team of hunters," Lionel fired Noire a winning smile, showcasing his stupidly perfect, pearly-white teeth. "I'm here to become the greatest hunter who has ever lived!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 09:16:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open, Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire rested on her suitcase's handle and looked up at Lionel. "Greatest ever? That's pretty ambitious." He did have the body (and the teeth) for it though. "Tricky to achieve it though; the greatest solo hunter probably won't be a member of the greatest team of hunters. And of course there's best at what; you use different moves when you're fighting half a dozen grimm than when you only have to be worried about one."<br><br>Noire paused. Lionel had touched on the subject enough that they both probably know what she was talking about. Also, most people didn't find her talking about organizational optimization that interesting. If she didn't stop, she'd probably end up ranting about how farmers selected for the wrong traits in chickens.<br><br>That was not exactly choice number one when it came to initial conversations.<br><br>Hmm.<br><br>Her tail flicked distractedly, waving back and forth, although still keeping close to her body in the crowded environment.<br><br>"I suppose that's why I'm here, really; just as there's no one true path to being the best hunter, there's no one true path to creating them. Obviously Atlas thinks they're doing it right, but its better to have more than one point of view, just to be sure."<br><br>"Err, I'm not, like, an official Atlesian representative or spy or anything; I just thought it would be better for me if I experienced more than just the Atlesian way of thinking. Hence, Vale."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>03-05-2016, 00:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>FOREVER <del>ALONE</del> GOLDEN</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire was wrong on one thing. If optimization were a drink, Lionel would be a drunkard. She couldn't have picked a better topic. Lionel lived and breathed training, honing himself further was always a matter of interest. When Lionel said he wanted to be the greatest hunter ever, he wasn't just saying it to look cool. He was serious about it. "That is an excellent policy! For me, it's about the effort involved. If I don't push my limits every chance I get, I'll never have the chance to become great. Why, I spend four hours every day with endurance and strength training as is! And when I'm not exercising, I'm either studying, managing my diet, or practicing!" In his thoughts, Lionel added: <em>'Which is yet another reason why I have no friends! Haha.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leodran</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 02:02:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/C0reBsO.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>DM</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Call</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>All Player Characters</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Up on the stage, Glynda cleared her throat.&nbsp; The simple sound somehow rose over the din of general conversation, rolling over the assembled students and instinctively encouraging them to silence.&nbsp; Professor Ozpin made his way towards the microphone, leaning on his elegant cane as he did so.&nbsp; He seemed fit and used to the motion, leaving the students to wonder what sort of story was behind the cane.&nbsp; He settled his hands on the cane in front of him as he stood before the microphone, waiting until he had the students full attention before he began to speak.<br><br>"Welcome students to Beacon Academy.&nbsp; You have all worked hard, trained, even fought to earn your place here today.&nbsp; Congratulations are in order, but I remind you all that this is only the beginning.&nbsp; Look around you now at your fellow students, each of them has faced trials and overcome them to be here, you are all worthy of each other's respect regardless of where you came from.&nbsp; You are here to be trained as Hunters and Huntresses, in the hopes of serving the people of Remnant.&nbsp; The road ahead of you will not be easy, and the trials you will face will be unlike any that lie behind you.&nbsp; I pray your strength and resolve remain firm.&nbsp; Learn from your teachers, and learn from each other.&nbsp; Only together will you overcome your weaknesses and become true Hunters and Huntresses.&nbsp; Welcome to Beacon." &nbsp;The room was silent as the professor stepped away and Glynda came forward, speaking into the quiet left by the Headmaster.<br><br>"You will gather in the Ballroom tonight.&nbsp; Tomorrow your initiation begins.&nbsp; Be ready.&nbsp; You're dismissed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leodran</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 04:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IAQrJ8b.jpg?2)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/FVYOJ49.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPCs- Auburn &amp; Carmine</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire &amp; Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Well, I guess he's not one for long speeches."&nbsp; The white clad young woman near Noire and Lionel spoke with a prim, but slightly ironic voice as she looked around.&nbsp; Since Lionel and Noir were standing nearby she directed a polite smile at them.&nbsp; Lionel was certainly hard to ignore, and the other girl looked intriguing as well.&nbsp; "I guess it's true though, most of us were probably in the top classes before, now suddenly we're all here together.&nbsp; My name is Auburn, it's a pleasure to meet you both."&nbsp; Her hand rested on the hilt of a rapier like sword at her side, and her speech and posture had an aristocratic bearing to them.&nbsp; She didn't seem all that warm, but not cold an arrogant enough to turn people against her.<br><br>"True or now, it wasn't the most rousing speech I've even heard."&nbsp; The dark clothed girl who had been speaking to Auburn before the speech stepped around in order to join the conversation.&nbsp; She hadn't been facing them directly before, and now she really noticed Lionel, giving the large man a look up and down.&nbsp; "My, aren't you the tall one?"&nbsp; She smiled and held her hand out first to Noire, her stance much more casual than the formal Auburn.&nbsp; "The name's Carmine, nice to meet you."<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UsFQJ2B.jpg?1)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ZYR93iJ.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPCs- Auric &amp; Tenebar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Near Sui &amp; Baijiu</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Tenebar suppressed a shiver as he looked around the assembly room.&nbsp; He'd nearly had some fun earlier before one of the teacher's had interrupted.&nbsp; It was odd, he had good instincts and he wasn't used to be surrounded by other people who could fight like this.&nbsp; Or, unfortunately, but teachers who could probably take him out if they wanted to.&nbsp; That's why he was here though, to get stronger.&nbsp; He lived to fight, to kill, and Hunters could kill Grimm all day long and be hailed as heroes.&nbsp; He'd rather be a hero than a villain, it was just a better long term strategy.&nbsp; It wasn't easy though, he hadn't had a fix in a while, and his instincts were razor sharp in this place.&nbsp; It was exhilarating, but it was hard not to start chasing down some people like that little fox girl near the entrance.&nbsp; He felt like a predator every time he looked over at her.&nbsp; The other girl nearby, (sister maybe?) looked like more of a fighter.&nbsp; He kept himself under control, taking a shivering breath.&nbsp; He'd never broken the law before, he wasn't going to let his control break now.<br><br>Meanwhile, a much less threatening young man took a deep breath after the speech.&nbsp; He was feeling a little out of his depth, the confidence he had before melting away a bit surrounded by all of these other students.&nbsp; Still, he liked the sounds of some of them.&nbsp; He'd turned his music off before the speech, enjoying the quite.&nbsp; Now he left it off for a bit as people started talking around him.&nbsp; The two female voices from the back of the crowd had drawn his attention just before the speech, and he looked back now, smiling slightly at the two sisters.&nbsp; He turned his headphones back up a bit to drown out some of the crowd, but he could still hear them easily, especially since he was looking at them.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5yiYKJZ.jpg?1)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cblGJW3.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPCs- Bleach &amp; Tide</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty &amp; Vanilja</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>"Perfect, the Ballroom.&nbsp; That'll be a great chance to get to know everyone!"&nbsp; The energetic voice was the first to start back up in the area by Rusty and Vanilja, and within moments an exuberant young woman smiled at them with a gleam in her eyes.&nbsp; "Tide, get over here, I haven't talked to these people yet."&nbsp; The crowd around her shifted as she moved, almost as if she was the centre of gravity for the whole section.&nbsp; She wasn't restless or jittery, but there was an energy about her that rivalled even Vanilja's as she stepped towards them.&nbsp; "I'll find out how much they know.&nbsp; We have to figure out this whole team thing and who's going to go where."<br><br>A young man walked behind her, a look of long suffering amusement on his face.&nbsp; He seemed counterpoint to the woman, a calming presence on everyone around him.&nbsp; "I know research is good, but you really think you can control not only your own team but also engineer the other teams based on your desires?&nbsp; Talk about delusions of grandeur."&nbsp; Never the less he had a notebook open, with copious amounts of small and almost impossibly neat writing filling up most of the pages."
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 19:15:53</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Baijiu Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12184455#msg12184455)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Sui, NPCs</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Baijiu let out a faint chuckle, before shaking her head and saying, "I mean, black and white are colors, right? Sort of... Besides, remember that red dress? Never again." The elder, if slightly, sister let out a yawn, lazily covering her mouth with the back of her hand, which did very little to muffle the sound. She glanced sidelong back to her sister once more, about to open her mouth when she heard the sound off one of the staff clearing their throat. <br><br>She turned her attention towards the stage, at least having manners enough not to speak through the headmaster's speech. She payed attention well enough as he spoke, but the man himself caught her attention more so than his words. Ozpin was, frankly, something of a legend, at least in some circles. He was not at all what she expected. He seemed... Well, he wasn't sure what he seemed like, just not what she expected of the headmaster of the most prestigious combat academy on Remnant. She could only wonder what the rest of the staff would be like. <br><br>As the speech ended and he stepped away, she listened to the following announcement and then turned back towards her sister to finish her thought from earlier. She was distracted, however, by someone smiling back at them. Huh. Letting a small smirk play on her features, she turned once more to her sister, this time deciding to tease her by saying, "Hey sis, I think that guy up there has a crush on you. Seems like you're already getting admirers." She gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders before saying, "Try not to break too many hearts while we're here, alright?"<br><br>Fortunately for civility and bystanders, Baijiu didn't notice Tenebar or the looks he was giving her sister. Still, as she shrugged, she would have inadvertently shown off the bracers that were her weapons' dormant forms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atkinson</strong> on <strong>07-05-2016, 08:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YmJAng8.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Sui Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12158589#msg12158589)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Grounds</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Baijiu, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Oh yeah, the red dress.&nbsp; Sui had almost forgotten about that.<br><br>When Professor Ozpin started his speech Sui was deathly still and silent, just like everyone else in the auditorium, but as he continued to speak she found herself unable to resist the urge to wag her tail.&nbsp; This was <em>exciting</em>, and just to be here was <em>amazing</em>.&nbsp; Her bushy tail's thrilled little quivers had slowly graduated into full-fledged swishing by the time Glynda had retaken the stage.&nbsp; It had been intentional.&nbsp; This was great!&nbsp; Sui was happy, and wagging your tail is what you wanted to do when you were happy!&nbsp; It felt good.&nbsp; But as the attention of the students shifted back to themselves, she decided it was best to reign it in a little.&nbsp; Wagging tended to attract attention, and when they were younger her sister sometimes poked fun at her because of it.&nbsp; By the time Baijiu picked up where she left off, Sui was more or less safely idle again.<br><br>"Oh no," she shook her head, her tone sounded adamant but she was betrayed by the grin she was sporting, "I bet it's you.&nbsp; All tall and already kinda huntress-like.&nbsp; I'll do my best to warn them before they do something stupid."<br><br>Baijiu had probably been talking about the boy with the headphones, but she wasn't certain.&nbsp; The gaze directed at her that she definitely had noticed, however, belonged to the red-headed boy who was spoiling for a fight earlier.&nbsp; There was something about his eyes, the way he was looking in her direction, that was kind of off-putting.&nbsp; She elected not to dwell on it, however.&nbsp; There was too much positivity in the air here to have it spoiled by letting her thoughts run away on vague and uncomfortable notions.<br><br>"And that was totally a great dress," Sui asserted, returning to an earlier point of contention, "it just wasn't made for fighting in!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 01:36:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open, Lionel, Auburn, Carmine</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Noire waved casually at Auburn and shook Carmine's hand. "Noire. Likewise." She rested on her luggage, leaning back on the handle. "And yeah, that speech was, uh, short. And to the point."<br><br>Her tail flicked nervous/impatient-ly back and forth.<br><br>"So, we're from Atlas." Noire gestured to herself and Lionel. "What about you two? Vale?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 08:48:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Call</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Bleach, Tide, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>But Vanilja couldn't just calm herself, not anymore! "But, but how can you not-" Her eyes darted to Ozpin as he made an entrance. There was a long gasp of awe and Vanilja immediately put a hand to cover the mouths of herself and Rusty. Despite this she whispered right into hers, "He is here!"<br><br>She let her hands lower back to herself as Ozpin spoke. Vanilja followed his every suggestion. Her gaze slowly swept the room to take a good long look at her fellow students. They were all probably pretty amazing people. They all did look pretty awesome. She couldn't quite decide in time where to go before a pair had ambushed them. <br><br>They had her full attention. "You're already spoken with everyone else? Geez how early did they let you in here? Anyway, if you've come to research engineering you've come to the right place!" Vanilja exclaimed, completely misunderstanding or mishearing Bleach. She lowered her voice and 'whispered', "We were just talking about something interesting actually. Maybe your notes can confirm. It's still bugging me quite a lot since Rusty here kept insisting that it wouldn't be possible...&nbsp; &nbsp;Anyway, do you figure the equipment boxes here can carry people? He says it'd be too dangerous, but I feel like anyone with a healthy aura should be fine." A toothy grin grew on her face. "Wouldn't it be cool to use them as race carts?! Oh boy, closet racing! I can already see it! You and me, rivals who've spent the last year fine tuning their closets sitting there on the start line with helmets, goggles and everything, grumpily talking about the days of long past when race-closets were wood and racers were iron." <br><br>Somehow Vanilja had snuck herself right next to Bleach and already sneaked an arm around her shoulder as she continued to explain her vision. "I think I'll paint my closet blue, what about you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 01:22:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>SUCCESS</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Lionel smiled, finding himself surrounded by even more <del>adoring fangirls</del> girls willing to speak with him. Lionel didn't know what he was doing right today, but whatever the hell it was, it was working. <strong>"Indeed!"</strong> Lionel exclaimed, his voice returning to it's usual volume. <strong>"The professor barely even made an entrance. A man like he should at least be able to make a showy appearance!"</strong> <br><br>Lionel, despite himself, took a small moment to look over the two girls. He knew it was particularly unheroic of him to be so fault-finding, though he couldn't help himself. Some habits died hard. The red-haired one looked straight out of an Atlas school. Very orderly; very neat. Her weapon looked incredibly light; She'd have trouble fighting Grimm with that alone. Lionel pinned her for a heavy dust user with the funds to own many types, much like the Schnee family. The black-haired one, on the other hand, seemed to be sizing <em>him</em> up. Judging by her skin, she seemed more likely to be from Vacuo than Vale, but he kept that thought to himself. Lionel didn't want to come off as racist.<br><br>He aimed a winning smile at them. <strong>"Ha ha! I am quite tall; a common byproduct of the Goldmann blood running through my veins!</strong>&nbsp; He exclaimed with his usual exuberance. <strong>Lionel Bronto Goldmann, Hero in the Making, at your service!"</strong> <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 09:32:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br><strong>Location</strong>: Assembly hall<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja,<br><hr><br>How could he not what? Be excited? He was rather stoked but as a few other students came by, Leon turned to them and gave them a small nod of his head and a smile. "Yo. Didn't see you two before. Finding the school to your liking?” Rusty kept a rather happy and jovial tune before giving a small chuckle at Vanilja again. “It wouldn’t work! At least not without maybe some safety padding and a way for the user to get out in case of a failure. That thing would be a death trap if you couldn’t get out!” To him that was just a fact, but maybe one really worth looking into if she was that into it. He could be wrong, and he’d admit being wrong if it ever worked... Which he hoped to not test in specific.<br><br>“Rusty. Nice to meet the two of you. Sounds like tomorrow is gonna be the real challenge.” Pondering for a few moments, he hummed out. “I’m pretty excited for it, it’ll be a lot of fun. I’ve been looking forward to a good fight in truth. It’ll help us work out what we’re good at and well... What we aren’t. And i’d love to see if I actually tuned this old relic into something nice.” he tapped his gunlance, smiling proudly. “I guess you two are more into the engineering stuff? Vanilja over there Is definitely better at it than I am.” Indeed, his weapon did look a little on the cruder side, but it was still in good condition rather than some scrap bucket half assembled. “Writing down notes on your class mates?” He asked, looking to the notes the boy was keeping.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leodran</strong> on <strong>19-05-2016, 23:02:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IAQrJ8b.jpg?2)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/FVYOJ49.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPCs- Auburn &amp; Carmine</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire &amp; Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The two young women exchanged greetings with Noire and Lionel, with Auburn turning towards Noire to answer her question.&nbsp; "I myself am from here in Vale.&nbsp; I was actually a little surprised that Beacon gets so many transfer and exchange students from other nations, but I suppose it makes sense."&nbsp; She turned back towards Lionel's considerable presence calmly to answer his question as well.&nbsp; "I've heard from a few people that Professor Ozpin doesn't really do long speeches or big crowds, but he has a very different presence alone or in smaller groups."&nbsp; She shrugged her shoulder slightly.&nbsp; "We'll see if it's true, but the story is pretty consistent."<br><br>Carmine meanwhile finished sizing Lionel up with a smile and waited for Auburn to wind down before jumping into the conversation.&nbsp; "I'm from Vacuo, which was a tough guess I know.&nbsp; I've got some relatives here in Vale though, and I decided to change things up and apply here instead of Shade.&nbsp; I'd like to see more of the world, and a bit less of sand."&nbsp; She looked over at Noire as well, looking her up and down.&nbsp; "So, Atlas huh?&nbsp; I guess you two are like my total opposites as far as raising and culture.&nbsp; I can't believe your government and military are integrated."&nbsp; She shivered theatrically.<br><br>By then the horde of humanity near them had begun to move towards the Ballroom, flowing past the small group which sheltered in Lionel's wake.&nbsp; Auburn and Carmine both turned towards the exit though, with Auburn continuing the conversation with the loaded question of the day.&nbsp; "So what have you two heard about teams?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leodran</strong> on <strong>19-05-2016, 23:17:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UsFQJ2B.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPC- Auric</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Near Sui &amp; Baijiu</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Auric's curiosity piqued a little bit.&nbsp; <em>They seem nice, and I kinda want to know the story behind the red dress now.</em>&nbsp; The noise level around him had started to pick up again, which caused him to shake his head and adjust his headphones a bit.&nbsp; He wasn't in any rush to leave, and the two sister's were standing near the back and outside of the gaggle of students.&nbsp; He started making his way towards them, hoping to at least introduce himself if he couldn't get the story about the red dress out of them.&nbsp; Unfortunately for him, he hadn't planned on being a walking obstacle moving parallel to the flow of students towards the ballroom.&nbsp; By the time he got about half way to the girls he was being carried away by the crowd of generally larger students.&nbsp; Not willing to fight and elbow his way along, the young man turned with the crowd, although he kept his ears open as always.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ZYR93iJ.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPCs- Tenebar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Tenebar smiled to himself when he saw the girl notice his gaze.&nbsp; He paused for a moment after than little zing of pleasure, considering for a moment.&nbsp; She'd sensed his gaze on this day in this crowd, and seemed more mildly unsettled rather than nervous or worried.&nbsp; He mentally kicked himself for forgetting for a moment that everyone here had passed the same rigorous exams he had struggled with.&nbsp; He had to assume that the majority of the students here were able to hold their own, if not beat him, in an honest fight.&nbsp; He didn't tend to fight honestly, granted, but despite their looks these weren't scared little girls.&nbsp; The sister beside her definitely seemed like she could handle herself in a fight.&nbsp; A new kind of excitement filled him as he quietly slipped away from the teacher and into the moving crowd.&nbsp; This was certainly going to be a fun time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leodran</strong> on <strong>19-05-2016, 23:29:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5yiYKJZ.jpg?1)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cblGJW3.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPCs- Bleach &amp; Tide</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty &amp; Vanilja</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Bleach's eyes widened as quickly as her grin as she listened to Vanilja.&nbsp; Her mouth opened and closed a couple times, and a slightly amused/horrified Tide quietly spoke behind her.&nbsp; "Oh no, here we go."&nbsp; Bleached reached out and grabbed Vanilja's shoulders before exclaiming. "That's brilliant!&nbsp; Why didn't I think of that?&nbsp; I mean, they'd have to be short races since I don't think those things hold a lot of fuel, but it should be possible.&nbsp; They have a guidance system on their somewhere, we can take one apart and find someone to hack in and make some kind of control.&nbsp; Mine would be white, pure white like the sun."&nbsp; She looked around and then shook her head.&nbsp; "Wait, focus Bleach."&nbsp; She let go of Vanilja but pointed imperiously at the other young woman.&nbsp; "To be continued, we'll talk later."<br><br>While they were talking Tide offered his hand to Rusty.&nbsp; "Name's Tide, pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; Writing down a few notes about classmates, but mostly trying to collate all of the rumours about team selection, see if we can come up with some kind of strategy.&nbsp; It sounds like the teams aren't easy to predetermine, but aren't entirely out of our control either.&nbsp; Miss Control Freak over here wants to engineer her own team, so here we are.&nbsp; How about you two, heard anything interesting?"&nbsp; As people began to move towards the Ballroom they flowed around the small group without any seeming effort, like water sliding around a smooth rock they left the four speaking in a little bubble.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>25-05-2016, 03:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open, Lionel, Auburn, Carmine</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><em>"So, Atlas huh?&nbsp; I guess you two are like my total opposites as far as raising and culture.&nbsp; I can't believe your government and military are integrated."</em><br><br>"I can't believe no one else's are."<br><br>Noire stepped in front of Lionel, protecting herself from the flowing crowd in his wake.<br><br><em>"So what have you two heard about teams?"</em><br><br>She shrugged. "Not much. Apparently they like to change up how they assign them each year, so any rumors are likely useless." She moved forwards, careful to keep herself and her luggage within the giant's protective wake. "I had heard that the assignments are permanent though. Seems like a terrible idea to me, but I guess Ozpin as total faith in whatever the selection process is."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atkinson</strong> on <strong>26-05-2016, 04:35:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YmJAng8.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Sui Qīnghuā</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12158589#msg12158589)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong></td><td>Beacon Academy, Assembly Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Baijiu, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>The fighter had vanished into the crowd, but she wasn't particularly bothered by this.&nbsp; Although Sui had a good understanding of how things just seemed to sort of flow (which was why she's situated her sister and herself outside of it), the thing that currently caught her attention most was how headphones-boy had stood out, trying to fight against it briefly at first, before realizing it was in his best interest to just go with it for now.&nbsp; It was the sort of awareness she could respect, and she had to admit it was going to be a shame when he had his heart crushed by Baijiu.<br><br>"Let's let that thin out a little before we head in," Sui observes, "it's not like we're missing out by not being there first."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FarFetched</strong> on <strong>27-05-2016, 02:57:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>PERPLEXING CONUNDRUM</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire, GM, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Lionel hefted his luggage onto its rollers again, and began following the trio of girls to the auditorium. The large man seemed suddenly preoccupied by the clock on his scroll. <strong>"Hmm..."</strong> He mumbled. <strong>"Do I have enough time to get a quick jog in before the ballroom event? ...Mmm, no, better not risk it. On the other hand I'll do better on this with a warmup first..."</strong> his voice trailed off, as he wracked his brain for the optimal workout-to-life-changing-test ratio.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>30-05-2016, 19:46:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Call</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Bleach, Tide, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Vanilja was pretty hyped that someone was on board with her idea. All of a sudden it seemed even better than it had before. "Huh, talk later? Hey there's no hurry. I for one am going to go with a real race car look. Maybe orange and teal, that'll look pretty, and I'll call mine Tracer, or, or Mach. T. Yes! That's the best. I don't know why you would wanna try pick teams though. That sounds kind of dumb really. It'll be more exciting with random teammates, you'll get to know them eventually and I'm pretty sure everyone here at Beacon must be great people." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: RWBY Tabletop (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 10:40:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br><strong>Location</strong>: Assembly hall<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja, Bleach, Tide,<br><hr><br>"Plus I don't really think they allow the teams to pick themselves, do they? I mean even good friends might find themselves in different teams. I'm ready to accept anyone into the team I end up with though. It just requires a bit of time to get use to 'em. But any good team should be able to get past that initial block, right?"
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