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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 1, 2016 18:26:19 GMT -5
Midas held his hands in the air, with his eyes closed from pure glee in seeing an old friend, and with eyes clothes he missed the sudden jumping action of the girl, though he was quickly woken from his jubilation upon hearing the sudden brush of her weapon on the back wall, and quick splat to the ground, tuchus first. Midas covered his mouth to stop himself from releasing his laughter, he could tell the girl was already embarrassed by the color in her cheeks, and didn’t wish to upset her anymore.
Moments after her little stunt, the girl looked up to Midas reverberating his name back at him. “Oh you do remember me! It’s been so long, How’ve you been? You’re looking great!” Midas reached his hand out to help the poor girl off the floor, his smile stretched wide, as his eyes gleamed at the girl.
For a moment he looked closer at her face, remember her from so many years prior, she had been quite the promising student, but unfortunately left shelter academy for some reason that he couldn’t quite remember.
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((OOC: For those on the vale ship I will post my character soon, I was just a little busy when I made this post as it were, and did not have enough time to complete mine with Tsusny))
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Post by ShockHelix on Jul 1, 2016 23:47:46 GMT -5
“A pleasure, to be certain,” Mavros said as his brother introduced the girl. He looked over her gear and weaponry, taking in the important details as Lefko offered her to speak for herself. He didn't doubt Iola was good, since the headmaster must weed out any unfit students. It would be best to expect all the students they met would be 'good', until someone proved themselves otherwise. It was good at least that she claimed Lefko hadn't offended her, even if the look on her face didn't match the statement. Just so, Mavros would take her at her word, and if she wanted to talk about it, then she would've talked about.
She returned Lefko's gesture of respect, dispelling any further fears Mavros had on her demeanor. He listened attentively as she gave her crossbow a brief explanation, though he expected that the weapon held more secrets then bolts filled with Dust. Such a projectile was par for the course where hunter and huntresses were concerned. His own weapon used a variety of dust rounds for its ammunition.
When his brother queried his absence, showing the picture of Beacon, Mavros considered his options for a moment. It would be rude to exclude Iola from the conversation, and no doubt she would learn of events soon anyway. They were all training to defend the kingdoms anyway, and whether or not they chose to work alone, with a team, or join the Atlesian military was of no consequence to their cooperation.
“Gathering information about our temporary home. The Captain was happy to talk, though I'm afraid he knew little of the trials to come. He seemed quite knowledgeable concerning recent events in Vale however. It would seem there's quite the crime spree at the moment. One one hand the White Fang have grown bolder, turning the faunus protests violent. On the other, a thug named Roman Torchwick has been causing quite a number of problems for the local police. We may wish to offer our assistance brother, if he is not caught soon and our studies do not prove too difficult.”
It was well known to Lefko that his brother had no tolerance for criminals, and the frown on his face was about as much anger as ever touched his face. Mavros chose to exclude Iola from his suggestion, not having fully gotten a read on her quite yet. It wasn't that he doubted her desire to do the right thing. What other reason could one have for training to become a huntress. But taking on extra work only for the good of others was a rare trait. Aside from which, putting those kinds of expectations on someone you'd only just met was simply rude.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 2, 2016 18:02:18 GMT -5
Crimson's scowl deepened when Midas covered his mouth. He was trying not to laugh! At least he had the decency not to, since it was completely his fault she was sitting there on the floor. And then he had the gall to imply that she might not have remembered him. He looked older, certainly, and his appearance was different for that fact, but she didn't just forget the people she had went to school with. It would take some kind of lapse in memory to forget the names of people you'd spent nearly a year with. Besides, he'd recognized her as well, and she looked far different then when they'd last seen one another. As he extended his hand, she wondered what had triggered his memory. He hadn't approached her before, and he seemed quite surprised at noticing she was there.
She took his hand, using it to pull herself up, but she offered no thanks. It was the least he could do for getting her into such an embarrassing situation. Her neck strained to turn around, see how many people were giggling at her or pointing, but she refrained, not needing anything else to worsen her mood. That didn't stop her feeling like every room in the eye was on her, and for a moment she had the impulse to just run, towards the stairs and away from them all. But that would make things even worse later, when she was actually in school with these people.
She busied herself with straightening her clothing, adjusting her belt and pushing her cloak back over her shoulder, but left her hood up. If anyone else was going to see how embarrassed she actually was, they'd have to come around to her front side to look at her face. Midas' compliment soothed her anger a bit, and she considered her answer while she adjusted her clothes further to buy herself some time.
She wanted to tell him that she'd been much better before he had yelled at her, but then that was too aggressive, and she wasn't very good at being mean to people. Even if they did deserve it. She sighed gently instead, putting a gentle tone to her words. Well, maybe not that gentle.
“I've been alright. Good enough to make it into Beacon, anyway,” Crimson said, trying to give him a smile. To say she had been terrible, barely managing to pass at Signal and nearly having a breakdown when Shade Academy had denied her would be far more then she was willing to admit at this time. Bad enough she'd tripped over herself after just being startled. That would only tell him that Shade might have been right in turning her away. A possibility she didn't want to think about herself, let alone have anyone else considering it.
Giving Midas a once over, she realized he didn't look bad himself. He was still scrawny, though not quite as much so as he had been at Shelter. His hair color looked to have turned a shade darker, a deep brown kept on a mess in his head that actually suited him rather well. She wasn't certain why he had the goggles, but that was a trend among some of the higher class these days. She'd seen more then one of her uncle's associates with a pair. The rest of his attire was what she expected, the immaculate suit not far different then what he had worn at Shelter. It seemed entirely impractical to her, but then again her own armor did little to help her, now that her aura had strengthened.
Rather then stare at him like some brain addled fool, she returned his compliment, unsure of what small talk to make with an old acquaintance. A part of her felt bad for never keeping in touch with the students from Shelter, but then any of them that moved on were likely to go to Shade anyway. Which left the question, why had he chosen Beacon?
“You don't look half bad yourself,” she offered, keeping her compliment for being too uplifting. Boys always seemed to have too much pride and an overly large ego. No need to inflate them any further, especially on someone who had just been making up tall tales. “I overheard your story, sounds like you've become quite the hunter.” Crimson's mouth moved of her own accord, but maybe a little payback was in order. He had embarrassed her after all. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, giving him a small, knowing smile. “Hunting down cursed Grimm. When did you grow so courageous? I'm sure the teachers will be very impressed when you tell them.” Perhaps that was too far, she didn't want to scare him off, but the small dose of revenge did taste rather sweet.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 2, 2016 19:52:13 GMT -5
Midas calmed his laughter, and looked around, as Crimson composed herself. It appeared as though much of the eyes around the room were locked on the girl who had just fallen flat on her butt, ‘I’m sure they won't even remember what happened to her later’ Midas remarked in his own head, as a nervous grin parted his face.
He used his weight to help the girl up, and watched as she straighten out her clothing, tilting his head in a 45 degree angle at the curiously frantic behavior, he had forgotten was somewhat common of Crimson, it seemed she was taking a moment to respond to him, and he took the second to look around once again, noting that most of the students had already moved their attention away from the two of them, returning to talking about their travels, and the beautiful view of Beacon they had.
After the awkward pause passed, Midas smiled at the girls remark on making it too beacon, he laughed to himself, and quickly replied “Oh come on! I knew you’d make into a school like this, after all you were the first person to run the Shade academy tier 3 obstacle course in under 12 minutes, not even headmaster Ironwood could ignore that!” Midas smiled again, happy to compliment her after the ordeal she had just been through, though it was quite the impressive task to accomplish, the obstacle course required grace, brilliance, and agility to get through, and while midas was fairly agile himself, he relied too heavily on his wings for speed, and was unable to fit through most of the obstacles with his wings at full span… at least back when he went shelter he had that problem.
‘You don't look half bad yourself’ Crimson spoke, though Midas could tell it was likely just in reaction to his own compliment, and likely less of a genuine compliment.
”Oh, you” he said under his breath flicking his wrist as he spoke. The girl continued over the top of his voice, commenting on his ability to bring down a creature of grimm ‘sounds like you've become quite the hunter.’ He laughed to himself again, remembering that the only grimm he ever actually took on was just a small boar, “Well I don’t know about all that noise.” He shrugged to himself, in fact his combat wasn’t that great, and largely relied on his opponents to tire themselves out to actually defeat them, a strategy that may seem unfair, but after all it did work, didn’t it?
Quickly the girl mentioned something that made Midas squirm where he was standing, ‘Hunting down cursed Grimm. When did you grow so courageous? I'm sure the teachers will be very impressed when you tell them.’ Midas forced himself to laugh at the comment about his courageousness, truth was he really was a bit of a coward back at shade, that was until he discovered his semblance… he looked down at his left hand, and then back over at his right, the bandages were sticking out from his glove, he discretely put his hand over the glove, and looked back up to Crimson “Well ya know, word travels fast, I’m sure they already know about it, so there’s probably no reason to even bring it up again, ah-haha” He started forcing a very clearly fake laugh again.
Quickly to change the conversation he looked down at her weapon, and commented “Hey that’s pretty cool! I see you’re not using that old buckler, and sword anymore, what’s it do?”
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I Don’t suppose you remember the last time you felt pain, do you? Most people don’t, whether it was just a little cut on the finger, or a bruise under their left rib, but I’m almost positive you remember the last time you felt real pain, I don’t mean like a paper cut either, I mean when you really… really felt devastation, and fear crawl over your body, the last time you starved, or you nearly bled out, the last time you saw your family; that’s the thing about real pain it’s almost impossible to forget. The other thing is that most people in this world really don’t deserve it, but I know some people, some… things that really do.
Pain… They will not understand it, they will not hear it, they will not covet it, they will not control it, they will not see it, but when I find them they will know it.
Tsusny stood, as she had been for the entirety of the ride to beacon, she felt little need to talk with other people on the trip, rather she just stood there in her own thought, her own reflection on why she stayed there. She also thought about everyone else aboard the ship, they all each had their own reasons for coming to Beacon, most of which wanted to be hero’s, and saviors, and if Tsusny was being honest to herself, she struggled to recall just why she was here, of course she wanted to be strong, after all if she wasn’t strong what good would she be? But why here… Why right now, and for that matter, why were all of them?
She didn’t exactly know what to expect from Beacon, what she did know was that it was going to be one of the greatest challenges she would ever feel in her life, or at least the greatest physical challenge, she had spent most of her time on this ship ignoring the view, it was a view she had seen before while living in vale, though she so rarely had time to admire the beauty of this land, all it really did was make her sick of not being home anymore, not that she wasn’t used to moving around a lot. In fact when you live as a nomad it’s pretty standard, but to her, and her tribe; ‘home’ means something very different, home is family, it’s not a place, and that made Tsusny homeless.
However she had a job to do, and couldn’t focus on that, she had prestige earn here, and it was about time she inspected the competition, she moved from where she had been standing, and began walking across the ship, noting some of the various figures and their peculiar weapons. She passed by a lanky girl sitting on the ground, that was approached by a group of girls all gussied up, if she were a different kind of person it might have made her feel self conscious, she reached back into her hood, careful not to remove it, feeling her coarse hair, it had been a long time since it was brushed.
She watched as the girl seemingly shrugged them off, Tsusny watched as the pretty girls walked off, and looked back to the tall one on the ground, she tried to understand just what it was that made her special enough to go to beacon, she couldn’t even really tell what her weapon was other than the large gauntlet she wore, and the odd looking satchel she carried, she shrugged off the odd woman, and walked passed her towards one of the tables in the corner of the room, as she walked the sun from outside of the ship gleamed off of her own weapon which she made no attempt to hide, she found it quite pointless in hiding her abilities, there was a certain confidence she carried in her abilities, and was proud to wear her chain whip as a belt around her waist, the dart and handle sticking up, ready to be pulled at any second.
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Jul 2, 2016 22:00:06 GMT -5
"Come on Lanna, don't be like that and don't give me those puppy eyes! Remember those old stories? That Eira used to love hearing from Uncle Rhen? They told of old heroes and the like, we both know I hated those stories and preferred stories of the Great War, but still, remember them? The idea that Humanity as a whole needs a hero isn't why I'm going, I'm not becoming a Hero to die, sacrificing myself for the better of Humanity to then be forgotten in the annals of history.
I'm becoming a Huntsman to protect you, not a Hero. I'm going to Beacon to finally be able to save our family from anymore pain, to save anyone else from dying. Though I'm sure you could handle yourself, especially when you're ma- Ow! Okay, okay sorry. Jeez.
...Oh fine, I pinky promise I'll come back. You dork."
Gwyn's shields almost made trying to relax impossible. Not that relaxing while in combat scenarios was needed, but the time in between, he wouldn't have minded if his shields were collapsible like so many other students weapons, though he still liked being able to show them off despite how they made his back uncomfortable when he sat down anywhere remotely against a wall, all thanks to his Uncle who insisted he have a weapon to show off the family's craftsmanship and not concealed.
While his thoughts on his shield passed, he had been zoned out staring out the window towards the academy and the grounds around it, Gwyn, before contemplating on how uncomfy his shields were, had let his mind race with comparisons on how green Vale was, instead of Mistral's atmosphere. Mistral itself was green, but more of a darker, murky green rather than the verdant, lush green of Vale. Almost as if the grass itself just smiled up at the sun everyday. It was an odd sight Gwyn still wasn't used too, using the view from the ship to take in the aerial beauty of the academy. It truly was magnificent, every tower and building gleaming in the sunlight, the ground's colours reflecting a nice glow.
Gwyn had been doing nothing ever since he got on the ship, nothing besides viewing the ground from the table he sat, staring out in deep thought about what the academy would be like, if he would even pass. That was his main fret, he knew why he was here, but if he was up to the task was another question entirely, one the metal-turtle looking man didn't know himself. Gwyn actually pondered on that the entire ride, getting his nerves frayed to the point he almost wanted to just lie on the small seat he had and try to forget he was even going to the academy in the first place.
Sadly, he couldn't, though he at least was dressed in comfort, grey sweatpants and a brown sweater keeping him at a comfortable temperature as he gazed out in the sunlight, unlike what he saw with students in their combat gear, dressed in suits that would seem to be almost the cost of his entire family and some at least less raggedy looking. Nonetheless, he paid little mind to the others and how or if they saw him, he was there for his reason, them for theirs, no reason to judge anyone on what they wore.
Hearing the ever dreadful sounds of footsteps, Gwyn glanced over his shoulder from his position to notice a student walking over to the tables a bit behind his area. Sighing, he almost wished he found a more quiet area, the tables he inhabited were also collectively joined by a few other students, with a very low murmur over the air, which Gwyn loved. Even though he did enjoy talking to people and being social, with his nerves the way they were, he almost wished no one in the ship existed.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 3, 2016 20:40:20 GMT -5
To Crimson's surprise, Midas continued trying to play off his tall tale as legitimate. She found it hard to believe that he was that dense, as well as foolish. Crimson had thought her voice so thick with the tones of sarcasm that even a deaf person could have made the distinction. The laugh he followed up his assurance that everyone would already know with was more phony then the story. He almost looked like he was about to start sweating, hands moving in a fashion that she could only assume was him wringing them. She couldn't decide whether he thought she didn't know, and was worried she'd find out, or if he was worried the rest of the students he'd been boasting to would find out. Oh yes, she was very much going to enjoy toying with him. She wouldn't expose him to everyone of course, that would be too mean. But hopefully she could keep him from ever trying anything of the sort again.
Midas tried to change the subject, rather effectively at that, but Crimson was already plotting a way to put him back in the focus. She never liked talking about herself or her gear anymore, not after her transfer to Signal. There were just too many mistakes she had made since then. Besides, he made it sound as if her 'old weapons' were worthless, even if she hadn't perfected them before deciding to abandon them. That buckler had been half the reason she had even set the record for that obstacle course. The other was her size of course, being small enough she could slip through gaps, and twirl herself in ways that larger hunters could never hope for. It was one of her few advantages in actual combat. Most of the students she'd sparred with always underestimated her for her size, and thinking to take her out easily, had exhausted themselves without Crimson ever taking a hit.
The course however, had a tricky design to it, one that Crimson had been able to exploit. Every obstacle was set indoors, with most paths linked to the wall in some way so it was impossible to simply go around or over them. Weapons were allowed, since using shots to propel yourself forward weren't very effective in such a small space, but use of a semblance was off limits. That gave her an advantage too, not having been able to discover her own, she couldn't rely on one for movement like many other hunters and huntresses. Her buckler had a grappling hook mounted in the front, which she could use to pull herself up the larger distances, and even pull herself downwards more quickly. On top of that, on the downhill spaces between the obstacles she could maintain most of her speed by sliding on the shield, jumping off of it at the last minute and bringing it back to her hand with one of her feet. Between her size and the manipulation of her buckler, Crimson had only had to stop twice, and that conservation of momentum was where most of the runners failed, taking small stops before propelling themselves forward again. Her run had been all smooth movement.
That was part of the reason Crimson had considered making herself another shield of some kind, to pair with her spear. She had made certain to include a grappling hook on her spear, but as behind as she had gotten at Signal, Crimson had simply never found the time for it. Perhaps Beacon would offer an opportunity to expand her arsenal, but she doubted it. Still, aside from having something to sled on, 'Nomad Aspiration' served the same purposes for movement, and the added rockets presented even more opportunities for getting around. She was proud of her creation, one of the few things she'd managed to do correctly at Signal. But bragging wasn't in her nature, and her goal was to see how much she could make Midas sweat before he came clean to her. At least his personality hadn't seemed to change that much she she'd last know him.
“Oh this?” she said, leaving the slow, sarcastic tone in her voice. Surely he couldn't continue to mistake it for regular speech could he? “Nomad Aspiration isn't that special I'm afraid.” Crimson took the weapon of her back where it hung, manipulating the thing while she spoke. “It gets longer of course, since I'm much too small and weak to fight anything up close.” She sounded like an idiot, but then that was the point of her mocking tone. She extended the spear in her hand for a moment, to demonstrate, then she retracted the spear haft, hanging it on her back once more.
“Not like you of course! Your swords must be incredibly deadly! And you're clearly so brave and strong, facing a cursed Grimm like that. Why, I've never even faced one. Don't be so modest Midas. Oh I know! You should go tell Professor Ozpin, first thing when we get to Beacon! I bet he'll be really impressed. Maybe he'll even let you skip a year. Wouldn't that be wonderful?” She kept using the insufferable sarcastic tone throughout her comments, making sure not to be too patronizing. She couldn't keep the mischievous grin off her face though, that would have been asking too much of her own emotion control.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Jul 5, 2016 12:42:39 GMT -5
"Thugs and White Fang. Perfect." He grimaced a bit, "I'm not worried mind you, I don't doubt that we could take on whatever comes our way. I'd just had hoped that Vale might be more..orderly. I'm looking forward to this honestly, training to fight Grimm in an academy. Shame it isn't Atlas, but oh well. Learning about other cultures eh?" Lefko let out a slight grin, a bit more talkative now that Mavros was here and that he had gotten over the introductions bit with Alessia.
Lefko would then tug at his equipment, "I'm going to go use the bathroom before we land. You two have... fun?" He would then begin heading away, making his way past other arrivals as he headed towards the restrooms. He left his helmet and other effects such as that behind with his brother and Iola, trusting them enough- or at least Mavros enough, to keep an eye on them.
Once he was in the bathroom, he'd be overcome by some slight nausea from all the flying about, this being his first journey via air to well, anywhere, and would promptly remain in the bathroom for the rest of the trip.
((Going to be busy, so taking Lefko out until we land properly at Beacon))
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Post by Wake on Jul 5, 2016 16:34:40 GMT -5
Iola remained sat there, listening to them talk without interrupting. It'd be rude to interrupt, wouldn't it? She still felt somewhat threatened by the picture of Vale from the sky, though as it remained for a while, she felt relaxed again, going back to staring between the two brothers as they spoke. It was a less intense stare- perhaps because she was outnumbered? Or because she wanted to be kinder? Even when Mavros mentioned criminals, she simply sat there, looking quite thoughtful on the topic, yet saying nothing.
"Agreed" she stated to Lefko's final statement about the different cultures. "It would be a blend of colours...and with colour comes art." She seemed quite confident that this wording made sense, relaxing once again against the wall.
Once Lefko had left to go to the bathroom, in which Iola's response was a simple nod, she went to staring at Mavros. It wasn't a threatening stare, unlike she had given Lefko.. it was more of a wary stare. Somehow, Iola found Mavros much more intimidating. Even so, staring at someone was considered a rude gesture in the first place... it wouldn't matter what reason, all people used to get offended by her staring back in Atlas. Despite the fact she became self-aware that people hated it, she continued to stare anyway.
"Your brother has left his helmet with us" she stated softly, moving her hand as a gesture towards the helmet itself. "I expect Vale to be much like Atlas... only more interesting." She admitted this and stared at Mavros, watching his reaction cautiously.
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Post by ShockHelix on Jul 6, 2016 16:05:08 GMT -5
Mavros nodded his head silently in agreement with his brother. Hope that Vale would be more orderly was vain, but he couldn't fault his brother for that. Regardless of the kingdom's faults, Beacon was often considered the most prestigious of the four academies. Some of the most famed hunters and huntresses had come from Beacon, and Mavros could only hope to one day match their accomplishments, unlikely as it was. If he was truly fortunate, he and his other teammates would follow Lefko and himself into the Atlesian Specialists unit. That his brother would be his teammate was already a foregone conclusion in his head.
Iola's agreement brought no immediate surprise, save for what followed after. It seemed the huntress in training shared a similar viewpoint of their mother, who had insisted the brothers attend Beacon Academy, rather then Atlas. Intelligent of her. In truth, it was wise to experience other cultures, and expand their horizons. The more knowledge one had, the more ways that could be found to put knowledge to use. And it was well known that specialists did not only operate within Atlas borders. In fact if rumor was to be believed, General Ironwood had sent specialists on missions throughout Remnant on behalf of the governing councils of each kingdom, though any truth to those rumors had remained classified.
Mavros nodded his head again respectfully as his brother announced his departure to the bathroom, with a studying look. Had his brother looked... Pale? Certainly not, and Mavros dismissed the notion as a trick of the light. This was their first long journey in an airship to another kingdom, but Mavros had not been bothered by the trip at all. Then again, he had eaten a smaller breakfast then his brother that morning. He had left his effects on the bench, no doubt expecting Mavros to look over it, though he had no concern for their safety. A thief among hunters and huntresses would be an unsettling thought, but unlikely at that. Iola seemed to notice as well, indicating it in case he had not noticed. Intelligent and considerate then, at least on the surface.
"I expect Vale to be much like Atlas... only more interesting."
“Perhaps,” he said warily. She was staring at him now, seeming to watch for his reaction. Not one to disappoint, he decided to give her an honest answer of his opinion, if that was what she desired. “Myself, I fear it will be far more interesting. You see, our mother is a huntress from Vale. From what I was able to gather from her, there is far less regulation here, much less order. I believe it extends to Beacon as well, though I couldn't say in what fashion. Her exact words were that 'Vale will keep you on your toes'. In truth it was at her behest my brother and I have chosen to train at Beacon. . . What about you, Iola, if you do not mind my asking? What brings you so far from home?”
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 7, 2016 7:38:48 GMT -5
Oliviaer’s brief rest was interrupted by one of the nearby holographical monitors, a small crowd gathered around to watch the news. Picking herself off the ground and straightening out her coat, Oliviaer began to approach the nearest monitor to investigate. A man was speaking about a recent robbery at a local dust store, one of many recently.
“The robbery was led by the nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts please contact the Vale Police Department.”
An image flashed up on screen of an orange-haired man in a white coat, presumably this ‘Roman Torchwick’.
After a moment of thought, Oliviaer recognized some familiarity of the name ‘Roman Torchwick’, her father mentioning it once. The words “Vale upstart whelp” were also in accompaniment. Apparently some criminal in Vale, all Oliviaer knew of the man was that he hadn’t been around for as long as her father, and there for his infamy was apparently a disrespect towards The Family. Oliviaer’s grip on her attaché case tightened momentarily, before the broadcast moved on to an article about the White Fang, the group of militaristic Faunus that she similarly knew nothing about. She began to move away, uninterested, before the broadcast was interrupted and a hologram of a woman appeared.
The new broadcast was some sort of introductory video to the academy that Oliviaer only half listened to. Her concentration was better spent scanning the area and the surrounding students. She had heard the academy grouped students in teams of four, and as much as she would prefer to work alone, the school had its own rules. Oliviaer had decided that now was as good a time as any to assess the others; who would be strong, who would not, who would make capable allies and who she would have to be weary of. After some wondering around she decided the two to keep an eye on were a blonde girl in brown who had some sort of vambrace-like equipment, and a hooded girl in tattered armour, with a metal whip around her waist like a belt. Both looked physically fit and held themselves in a confident manner, which led Oliviaer to believe they were both competent fighters. Another girl caught her attention, a girl in pink carrying a large hammer, but the girl seemed too ecstatic to consider being on a team with.
After finishing up her investigation, Oliviaer found herself heading towards a tabled area in search of a vending machine. To her luck, such an object was present and she withdrew a small amount of Lien from her wallet, opting to purchase a peculiar-looking purple drink.
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Post by Wake on Jul 7, 2016 11:25:29 GMT -5
Iola's own thoughts on Vale were much less...well... thoughtful. Having heard of nothing about other places such as Vacuo and Mistral until very recently, she had no prior knowledge of what Vale would look like, let alone hold. It was quite impressive to her- a city traditional, proper roads, highways, lights, shops, crime, nightlife, nearly everything Atlas had, yet somehow, had very little of. Not that Iola actually cares about these sort of details in lifestyle, but for art, she most certainly see's creativity in Vale's design...and she awaited to see what art the people have produced with their own personalities and weapons at Beacon.
All Iola really cared about was the hunt, however. She knows no other life.
"We share childhood dreams of becoming something greater, inspired by our parents" she said thoughtfully with a gentle tone, now blinking from her stare, feeling somewhat at ease. "I am a Huntress. I've come to hunt."
After she said this, she paused and hesitated for a moment, opening her mouth to speak before shutting it and going through the words in her mind. It was clear that she was being very careful with her wording. "..Atlas demanded... uniform. Technology. I love Atlas, leaving has troubled me greatly. But.. I am no soldier. I wear no uniform. I am colour. I am a Huntress of Grimm. Beacon shined to me, so I walk towards the light, as you have."
The Huntress rested her head back against the wall, no longer staring. To her, that was a lot of talking and not a lot of doing. Given the situation, Iola does not mind this... but she was reluctant to say anything unrequired of her. She no longer saw Mavros as a threat, glaring around her from the location on the floor, inspecting the airships members- looking only for a few milliseconds before glaring briefly at another person to stalk momentarily with her eyes.
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Post by ShockHelix on Jul 8, 2016 17:12:01 GMT -5
Mavros listened to Iola curiously, face held in a blank, unreadable expression. The answer she gave wasn't among any of the ones he had expected. Inspiration from the parents was, but there were parts of it he wasn't entirely certain he understood. 'I am colour' he certainly did not. It seemed Iola fancied herself a philosopher of some sort, a trait that Mavros added to his mental list of descriptions for the huntress in training. No, she definitely was not a soldier, that much was clear now. If he had to guess, he would wager she still held onto that same innocence that so many people in Remnant did. She would lose that innocence, either during her time at Beacon, or after becoming a huntress. At least, she would if it didn't kill her first. He felt sadness for her, in that regard.
He considered asking her to elaborate though, in case he had misunderstood her stance on matters of the world, but the chance was taken from him abruptly. On the other side of the ship, a screen flickered to life, the appearance of one of the teachers at Beacon presenting itself before him. He recognized the woman with her white and purple attire, blonde hair, and glasses as Glynda Goodwitch from his time spent studying the school. Turning his attention away from Iola, he watched as she began an introduction for the students.
“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 Huntsman 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.”
The screen flickered off again as the introduction ended, and Mavros grunted softly. Somehow he had expected something more... formal, at least. Or informative, as little information as was given in her introduction. In his study of the school, he'd found very little concerning how the first trial would be held, or how the teams were selected. Beacon certainly did not have the amount of structure he had hoped for, and it definitely did not compare to Atlas. Outside the airships grew closer to Beacon, preparing to dock and let the new arrivals off the ships. Mavros almost tingled with anticipation.
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Post by Wake on Jul 13, 2016 12:38:47 GMT -5
As soon as the screen flickered to life with the image of a strange woman, Iola stood up in a blur of motion, standing to attention, her glance set sharply on the screen and, if it was possible, the speech emitted. Her metallic figure clanked as she stood up, the armour and crossbow shifting from it's downwards weight. But, despite hearing what the woman said, the Huntress-philosopher didn't quite understand... there wasn't any information in the announcement? So how can it be classed as an annou--- ah, she thought. It was just an introduction, nothing more.
"Seems we have arrived" Iola said softly as she began walking towards the other side of the ship, generally towards an exit to the airship. "This is farewell... for now." Iola turned her head while walking onwards and gave Mavros a small smirk with shining violet eyes, disappearing into a crowd with her crossbow being the last bulky piece of metal possible to see, her long coat allowing her to fit into the crowd despite being heavily armoured like a mirage. And just like that- Iola was off to Beacon.
The Atlas ship slowly began to lower down onto the edge of the cliff, the nose turned front to back, allowing the exit to lower onto firm ground, greeting the metal with a 'clunk'. As the ship docked, students of all kinds began to disperse in a crowd-shift movement, a blur of colours, two robotic knights standing either side of the exit, guarding the ship as the vast majority of students left. There wasn't much rush, however- people took their time, allowing the captain and crew to take a nice break from their own duties.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 15, 2016 23:59:46 GMT -5
Midas looked back at the girl slightly puzzled now by her speech ‘I'm much too small and weak to fight anything up close’ what an odd thing to say about yourself he thought as he watched the girl explain herself, and her new weapon, that she promptly pulled out to demonstrate for midas, it was quite the piece of work, which quickly became the pivotal focus of Midas’ attention, the way Midas saw it; while most students built their weapons, he engineered his weapon, each inch of it was carefully thought out, tested, tweaked, measured, machined, and understood, it was one of his few passions, and one of the select things he was very good at in school, it gave him a duly needed advantage over his opponents, and a strategic edge from the air.
The girls tone continued, and Midas started looking at Crimson with perplexed eyes, wondering just what it was about her voice that seemed off, she began rattling off about his superior ability to bring down a cursed creature of grimm, to which he simply shrugged off again, though when the girl began proclaiming how they should inform the headmaster he began to grow nervous again, tugging at his collar, and biting his lip, he spoke up “Oh, you know I’m sure they already relayed that message in my transcripts no reason to go gloating you know!” he smiled at the girl to hide his mild stretching of the truth, “But anyway, I’m sure you’ve taken down your fair share of fierce opponents, even if they weren’t grimm, if I remember correctly you could be quite the intense combatant when you wanted to be.” he gestured towards her, in the hope top drag her away from the harmless story he had told. He was sure the headmaster would likely investigate his claims, or simply laugh him out of his office, at the preposterous tale, either way it would bode poorly for Midas.
In fact reflecting on Crimsons own statement he thought it highly unlikely that the girl had yet come to fight any grimm whatsoever, everyone had to have done something special to get themselves into a school like this, in fact some could argue Beacon was one of the harder of the academies to get into, I know it's not just her agility that got her into this schools, maybe there's something she's not letting on about herself Midas continued to smile at the girl, being as friendly as always, and inviting as she spoke.
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Tsusny Grimaced as she stared down the different faces of the ship, most everyone looked so happy, they had no idea how difficult their lives were going to become upon becoming huntsmen, and huntresses, the work, the dedication… the bloodshed, it was all, almost certain to come, she tried not letting these thoughts boil to the top of her consciousness, but it was difficult letting go of turmoil, and she tried centering herself on other things, and focused instead on her body, on her mind, and on her spirit, sitting at that table, she forced herself to center everything, and to stop concentrating on the little things.
Moments went by, and her attention was dragged to the holographic projections, a news report beamed on promptly, and the reporter began speaking of a faunus rights movement, with flashing pictures of protesters, she quickly leaped up from where she was sitting standing close to the projection, as others began crowding around the flickering lights, she brushed the top of her hood, as the reporter spoke, and frowned. She was destroyed by seeing the strife faced by some of these people, and for no reason, it felt all so pointless, her fists clenched, and she stared at the floor, the screen would soon begin flashing up images of a notorious criminal, to which she thought little of, and the image of a women appeared on the screen, she introduced herself to the crowd, congratulating them on their arrival to Beacon.
An odd feeling in Tsusny’s stomach, what was this feeling? She pondered, was it actually excitement? This was one of the first times she actually felt exciting about this movement in her life… she was going to become powerful, and there was nothing anybody could do to stop her from honing her body into a weapon, but her stomach was still bothering her, she reached for her upset belly, and began walking over to one of the vending machines she noticed earlier by her table, hoping to find something to settle this feeling. She gripped her stomach as she walked, and was quickly cut off as another girl stepped in front of her to pay for a drink. Her eyebrows narrowed.
She crossed her arms, eyeing up the girl, she was considerably taller than her, and noticed the odd briefcase she was carrying - it was the same girl she noticed earlier - Tsusny widened her stance, as her arms were crossed over her chest, she remembered, she was not here to make enemies, even though the girl had annoyed her some, so she began tapping her foot as loudly as she could passive-aggressively. Her face crinkled , she looked the girl up, and down again… her eyes lingering on that briefcase of hers, just waiting for the girl to turn around.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 18, 2016 22:12:45 GMT -5
Crimson stared at Midas with incredulity as he continued to try and talk away his earlier tall tale as if it had no significance whatsoever. No reason to go gloating? That was exactly what he had been doing in the first place, but now that there was the possibility of being found out, he was clingy to that false veil of modesty as though his life was dependent upon it. What really drew her ire, was that he still thought she wasn't competent enough to see through his charade. In the very least he appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that she was trying to get him to admit his folly. Oh yes, he was very dense indeed. Very dense.
For a moment, Crimson considered why it was that she actually cared. That had been friends at Shelter, true, but she wouldn't have considered them any closer then any of the other students there. They had worked together when required, competed when necessary, but ultimately their friendship had never went beyond the combat school. So what then, did it matter to her if he made a fool of himself in front of the teachers and students at Beacon, talking nonsense that anyone with half of a brain would quickly determine to be absolute drivel? It was a question she didn't yet have an answer to, but there was something there, something beyond some petty revenge that wanted him to drop the absurdity of false claims.
Crossing her arms, Crimson glared at Midas, her charade of feigned ignorance clearing working too well on the huntsman in training, and planned to give him a piece of her mind. Even if she couldn't quite figure out why they needed to get past this, the part of her that felt she needed to help him was too strong to overcome for the moment. She opened her mouth to tell him what a dolt he was being, then shut it abruptly when someone across the passenger cabin turned up the volume on the news report that had been turned on the screen.
“We'll talk about this later Midas,” she promised him, instead, turning to pay attention to the news broadcast. She would give him the rough side of her tongue later. The condition of Vale was important to her, now that the kingdom was her home. She cared for Vacuo too, but that was a fair distance away and until she was a proper huntress the hunt for her parents would have to wait. A string of robberies and violence had been plaguing the kingdom for weeks now, maybe even months, though the news coverage had only been heavily focused on the problems when the efforts of the vale police department had failed to control the situation.
To no surprise, Crimson watched as Cyril Ian reported on the recent robbery attempt at one of the numerous dust shops across the city. Roman Torchwick was a name familiar with the citizens of Vale by this point, and things had gotten so bad that the hunters and huntresses in the city had begun responding to the possible sightings in an attempt to thwart him. Her aunt and uncle were among those, though usually the responses were too slow to even catch sight of him before he fled. This last robbery, that had not been the case, and Signal Academy had been all abuzz with the news of what happened. One of the students, a girl by the name of Ruby Rose, a daughter of one of Signal's instructors had been at the crime scene when a robbery started and had foiled the attempt. The details weren't completely public, but enough people from the school were aware that the young girl had been moved ahead two years, and been accepted at Beacon. Crimson had only seen Ruby in passing at Signal, but her weapon had always been rather impressive to look at.
The news continued onward, with Lisa Lavender discussing the weekends Faunus civil rights protests. Crimson had been in Vacuo for that, but the aggressive White Fang had interrupted the ceremony yet again, causing a number of injuries before retreating to their hideouts. Between the crime sprees and White Fang, both the police and Hunters were far too overworked, and somehow things just seemed to be getting worse. Sooner or later though, their leaders would slip up, and someone would catch the criminal leaders. Peace would be maintained, and balance restored. That had been the way of the kingdoms since the Great War, and no matter how bad things might get, the kingdoms would always band together and set things right once again.
“Par for the course I'm afraid,” she said idly to Midas as the reporter continued her comments. “But, they'll catch them all eventually. They can't hide forever.” It was unlikely she needed to set him at ease, but somehow it seemed that saying the words made them true. Before she had a chance to say anything further however, the screen flickered away, replaced by one of Beacon's professors giving the cabin an introductory welcome. Glynda Goodwitch's words made Crimson swell with pride, remembering the struggles she had went through to reach this point. She knew that others likely had it harder, or had difficulties in their own way, but she had been selected to attend Beacon, even if Shade Academy didn't want her.
As the professor finished her short announcement, the ship turned, showing another ship already docking in front of Beacon with the towers shimmering in the distance like candle flames. Her heart fluttered with excitement, and she smiled as she watched the ship lower itself towards the landing platform. “We've finally arrived,” she said, watching as some of the other students pressed themselves against the glass, staring at the beautiful school for the first time. Even now, it had not lost any of its beauty and majesty to her, despite being able to look at the academy whenever she wished. But it had always been more than that, and perhaps that was why Crimson had never grown used to the academy nestled here atop the sparkling waterfalls. Beacon was a symbol. A symbol of peace... A symbol of protection... A symbol of hope.
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