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(OOC: I'm still here! Sorry guys, I've been so busy and things have been hectic here. I'm about to leave for work, but I'll respond to roleplays I need to tomorrow, probably in the later afternoon.
I've been coming on when I can to read and get an idea of how things are going. It might take me a bit to get fully focused back on the roleplay though.)
OOC: So I just wanted to put it out there that I got offered a job yesterday, so my schedule is going to be a bit messed up in the next week or two while I get settled into it.
The job is a flow job, which means I'll be working overnight shifts hauling deliveries and sorting packages. I'll be messing with my sleeping schedule quite a bit plus the job itself will make me tired.
Since only one team has the prospect of being full, I'm hoping it will be okay if I'm sporadically active right now. I really can't do much about it right now since I need the job. I'll try to be on when I can but I won't have a solid schedule for a while.
Watch Your Step (luminousleviathan)
"Dammit, why didn’t Cec just show me the place?” Nyx muttered to herself as she rushed down another alley, looking for the street that nice shop owner had pointed her to. Her duffle bag knocked against her side, its minimal contents rattling in the space. She didn’t have a whole lot in her luggage, but she was very lost while looking for the airships intended to take her to Beacon.
Finally, after dashing down three more streets, she saw the airship pads over a small brick building. Eyes lighting up, she started off across the street.. Not two seconds later, she smashed into someone else, falling back onto her bag. Purely out of instinct, the faunus leaped back up, fists raised defensively.
"Hey, what do you think you you’re doin’ in the middle of the road?"
Lucia turned around, a bit taken back by the sudden collision. She was unfazed, just confused as to what happened. When she put two and two together though, she quickly panicked.
"Oh dear! Are you okay, madame?!" she asked, "I apologize greatly for standing in your way! I was enjoying the breeze, I hope there is no fatal injury!" She dug in her bag. "I have medicine if you need it!"
"Er... no, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," Nyx said, puzzled by the immediate search for first aid. She'd taken bloody noses and blackened eyes without a fuss in the past, much less for something as minor as falling over. She eyed the girl curiously, wondering where she came from to have an attitude like that.
"Uh, seriously, don't sweat it, but are you by chance from around here?"
(OOC: Looks like team TALN might be the first team to fill up. Be nice to have all the members linked in my sidebar. :3
Plus everyone in our team seems super cool so far.)
The Man With The Dust In His Skin | ScatteredSoundWaves
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"O-oh," she said, taken aback by the tale. "Well, I’m just here ‘cause my mentor said I’d be a good huntress. No special clause or anything. But, I hope you find your sister and all that!"
Despite the cheerful edge she tried to put on, she couldn’t help the frown as she sorted the story out. Interesting that she had never heard anything of a mass murderer like that. Faunus talked, lots, and she had been privy to all sorts of news that most people wouldn’t even begin to imagine.
"You know, my mentor used to go to Beacon. She didn’t tell me much about initiation, but she told me we’re all gonna be working in teams of four. Maybe your team will help you with your hunt."
Sanguiris shook his head and shrugged, “It’s a nice sentiment, but at the end of the day, I’d rather not endanger them, because, remember, her only weakness is lightning.”
"Well, if that’s how you wanna go about it, I’m not one to stop you," Nyx said, shrugging in return. She certainly wasn’t getting very far talking about that, it seemed.
"So I showed you my weapon, think it’s fair you did the same."
Sanguiris pulled out Ralefire, “Here she is. A longbow with dust-tipped arrows for different effects, with…” He shifted the bow into it’s snake-sword form, “a hidden secret. A snake-sword with dust at the blade’s edges.”
"Got a thing for dust, huh? Must be a fond customer for that big dust company. Schnee, I think? Yeah, Schnee sounds right. Personally, my parents weren’t very big on the stuff, but my mentor used a lot of it-" Nyx stopped mid sentence, realization hitting her like a brick.
"Oh man, I just realized we never introduced ourselves! First name’s Nyx, last is Doppel. Guess we hit off better with our weapons than our names."
"Well, it’s the closest thing we got to magic, and I have a thing for flashy effects, not to mention, the crap is in my blood. Oh, and I’m Sanguiris, nice to meet ya Nyx!" He said, smiling.
"Same to you, buddy. Probably a good idea to make some friends before gettin' to Beacon. We've gotta at least tolerate each other for the next four years," Nyx said, flashing a grin in response.
"Dunno about the others though. Met a guy on the way here, seemed nice enough. Hopefully the others won't be insufferable."
Watch Your Step (zaf-zephyr-keravnos)
"Dammit, why didn’t Cec just show me the place?” Nyx muttered to herself as she rushed down another alley, looking for the street that nice shop owner had pointed her to. Her duffle bag knocked against her side, its minimal contents rattling in the space. She didn’t have a whole lot in her luggage, but she was very lost while looking for the airships intended to take her to Beacon.
Finally, after dashing down three more streets, she saw the airship pads over a small brick building. Eyes lighting up, she started off across the street.. Not two seconds later, she smashed into someone else, falling back onto her bag. Purely out of instinct, the faunus leaped back up, fists raised defensively.
"Hey, what do you think you you’re doin’ in the middle of the road?"
Zepyhr had just stopped for a moment to gaze at the Airship pads over the roof of a small building. He had received an acceptance letter, how many days ago? It doesn’t matter, He’s getting on one of those airships and going to Beacon.
Though, as he was gazing, something crashed into him knocking him onto his right side, luckily his armor had some pretty good padding on it.
"What do you think you’re doing running across the road?" He laughed as he was getting back up, dusting off his armor.
Nyx let her arms drop to her sides, more so because of the formidable armor covering the stranger’s arms than by his calm voice. Her bat ears tweaked at the thought of trying to fight against armor like that, certain that even Timbre Spectrum’s Alpha bullets wouldn’t make a dent. Readjusting the strap of her bag, she huffed and walked past the stranger, eyeing the direction of the airships.
"Me? Well I’m just about to get on an airship to Beacon. How ‘bout you?"
"Same." He shrugged. "So, if we’re both about to board an airship to Beacon, I should probably get moving huh?" He said with a sly grin going up one side his face while starting to walk by her side. "Might as well have somebody to talk to on the way there."
"Guess that makes sense, most folks don't go around wearing armor like that for show," she thought to herself as the stranger took the space next to her. Even with additional height from her ears, he still towered over her easily. Most people looking at them from the other side of the street would probably think he was walking alone.
"Sure thing then. Name's Nyx," she said, "what's your's?"
The Man With The Dust In His Skin | ScatteredSoundWaves
scatteredsoundwaves:
"O-oh," she said, taken aback by the tale. "Well, I’m just here ‘cause my mentor said I’d be a good huntress. No special clause or anything. But, I hope you find your sister and all that!"
Despite the cheerful edge she tried to put on, she couldn’t help the frown as she sorted the story out. Interesting that she had never heard anything of a mass murderer like that. Faunus talked, lots, and she had been privy to all sorts of news that most people wouldn’t even begin to imagine.
"You know, my mentor used to go to Beacon. She didn’t tell me much about initiation, but she told me we’re all gonna be working in teams of four. Maybe your team will help you with your hunt."
Sanguiris shook his head and shrugged, “It’s a nice sentiment, but at the end of the day, I’d rather not endanger them, because, remember, her only weakness is lightning.”
"Well, if that’s how you wanna go about it, I’m not one to stop you," Nyx said, shrugging in return. She certainly wasn’t getting very far talking about that, it seemed.
"So I showed you my weapon, think it’s fair you did the same."
Sanguiris pulled out Ralefire, “Here she is. A longbow with dust-tipped arrows for different effects, with…” He shifted the bow into it’s snake-sword form, “a hidden secret. A snake-sword with dust at the blade’s edges.”
"Got a thing for dust, huh? Must be a fond customer for that big dust company. Schnee, I think? Yeah, Schnee sounds right. Personally, my parents weren't very big on the stuff, but my mentor used a lot of it-" Nyx stopped mid sentence, realization hitting her like a brick.
"Oh man, I just realized we never introduced ourselves! First name's Nyx, last is Doppel. Guess we hit off better with our weapons than our names."
Watch Your Step (zaf-zephyr-keravnos)
"Dammit, why didn’t Cec just show me the place?” Nyx muttered to herself as she rushed down another alley, looking for the street that nice shop owner had pointed her to. Her duffle bag knocked against her side, its minimal contents rattling in the space. She didn’t have a whole lot in her luggage, but she was very lost while looking for the airships intended to take her to Beacon.
Finally, after dashing down three more streets, she saw the airship pads over a small brick building. Eyes lighting up, she started off across the street.. Not two seconds later, she smashed into someone else, falling back onto her bag. Purely out of instinct, the faunus leaped back up, fists raised defensively.
"Hey, what do you think you you’re doin’ in the middle of the road?"
Zepyhr had just stopped for a moment to gaze at the Airship pads over the roof of a small building. He had received an acceptance letter, how many days ago? It doesn’t matter, He’s getting on one of those airships and going to Beacon.
Though, as he was gazing, something crashed into him knocking him onto his right side, luckily his armor had some pretty good padding on it.
"What do you think you’re doing running across the road?" He laughed as he was getting back up, dusting off his armor.
Nyx let her arms drop to her sides, more so because of the formidable armor covering the stranger's arms than by his calm voice. Her bat ears tweaked at the thought of trying to fight against armor like that, certain that even Timbre Spectrum's Alpha bullets wouldn't make a dent. Readjusting the strap of her bag, she huffed and walked past the stranger, eyeing the direction of the airships.
"Me? Well I'm just about to get on an airship to Beacon. How 'bout you?"
Watch Your Step (Pre-Initiation NGB Starter - Open)
"Dammit, why didn't Cec just show me the place?" Nyx muttered to herself as she rushed down another alley, looking for the street that nice shop owner had pointed her to. Her duffle bag knocked against her side, its minimal contents rattling in the space. She didn't have a whole lot in her luggage, but she was very lost while looking for the airships intended to take her to Beacon.
Finally, after dashing down three more streets, she saw the airship pads over a small brick building. Eyes lighting up, she started off across the street.. Not two seconds later, she smashed into someone else, falling back onto her bag. Purely out of instinct, the faunus leaped back up, fists raised defensively.
"Hey, what do you think you you're doin' in the middle of the road?"
The Man With The Dust In His Skin | ScatteredSoundWaves
scatteredsoundwaves:
"O-oh," she said, taken aback by the tale. "Well, I’m just here ‘cause my mentor said I’d be a good huntress. No special clause or anything. But, I hope you find your sister and all that!"
Despite the cheerful edge she tried to put on, she couldn’t help the frown as she sorted the story out. Interesting that she had never heard anything of a mass murderer like that. Faunus talked, lots, and she had been privy to all sorts of news that most people wouldn’t even begin to imagine.
"You know, my mentor used to go to Beacon. She didn’t tell me much about initiation, but she told me we’re all gonna be working in teams of four. Maybe your team will help you with your hunt."
Sanguiris shook his head and shrugged, “It’s a nice sentiment, but at the end of the day, I’d rather not endanger them, because, remember, her only weakness is lightning.”
"Well, if that's how you wanna go about it, I'm not one to stop you," Nyx said, shrugging in return. She certainly wasn't getting very far talking about that, it seemed.
"So I showed you my weapon, think it's fair you did the same."
The Man With The Dust In His Skin | ScatteredSoundWaves
sanguiris-ignisio:
"Really? What’s the dust for?" Nyx asked, genuinely surprised. Even if the pattern wasn’t familiar, she had seen plenty of markings and tattoos that incorporated dust. Most of them were for show, and she doubted the boy had been born with markings like that just for show.
Her hand brushed over her weapon’s holster, and an idea sparked in her brain.
"Wait, is it anything like my gun?" She said, pulling Timbre Spectrum out of its slot, flicking the silencer so half the lines around the barrels lit up with red dust. "See, my gun’s got two types of ammo, and the lines light up, depending on what kind of ammo its set for."
Sanguiris started to explain,
"I was born bruised, with the patterns you see now, except they were dead and dark. When I was ten, I exploded in a fit of rage, and the dust activated, conducting everything around me in a certain radius and granting me loose control of lightning. After I settle back down, I exit this mode, and enter a "cooldown" period where I’m extremely weakened, before returning to normal."
"Oooh, I get it. It’s like your semblance, yeah? Except its more like a really cool superpower, and you get awesome looking ink on top of that," Nyx paused, thinking for a few seconds while she pocketed her scattergun, "that must’ve helped you get into Beacon, I bet. An ability like that sounds like a great Grimm slayer."
Nyx fidgeted with the foam ends of her ear buds, suddenly aware of how lame her own semblance seemed in comparison. She also became acutely aware of the clouds that had moved on, no longer blocking the sun. Her extra ears twitched, flicking down briefly before coming back to their natural position.
"Speaking of Beacon, what’re you going there for? ‘Cause you were muttering something about research before I came over."
"Well," He said, slumping his shoulders, "When I was five, my sister killed our parents, took the family heirloom, and has been on a raging murder-spree ever since. The problem is, she has a semblance where her body is like a rapidly-regenerating organism all of its own; if she’s hurt, her body just regenerates in seconds. There’s only one thing that prevents her regeneration cycle, and that’s…" He held up his arm and tapped the dust patterns on it, "lightning. I’m not here to hunt Grimm, not really. I’m here to find a way to track and finally hunt down my own sister."
"O-oh," she said, taken aback by the tale. "Well, I'm just here 'cause my mentor said I'd be a good huntress. No special clause or anything. But, I hope you find your sister and all that!"
Despite the cheerful edge she tried to put on, she couldn't help the frown as she sorted the story out. Interesting that she had never heard anything of a mass murderer like that. Faunus talked, lots, and she had been privy to all sorts of news that most people wouldn't even begin to imagine.
"You know, my mentor used to go to Beacon. She didn't tell me much about initiation, but she told me we're all gonna be working in teams of four. Maybe your team will help you with your hunt."
The Man With The Dust In His Skin | ScatteredSoundWaves
Sanguiris sat on the airship taking him towards beacon. Unlike the other students, he simply looked over the small rectangular data pad in his hand and sighed, saying,
"Four years, huh? I guess I should have expected this, at least a little bit, I suppose. Still, I suppose I can research while I’m there, but…." He let out a sigh, "This’ll delay my efforts quite a bit, to be sure." He suddenly noticed the person standing before him, and looked up at them.
Nyx, mostly keeping to herself while she messaged Cecilia on her scroll, surveyed the crowd around her. Of course Cecilia refused to tell her anything about initiation, or how the students got picked into teams. Her eyes settled over one person in particular, who’s body seemed to be wrapped in strange tattoos, ones she didn’t recognize from any of the artists in town.
"No one in town does work like that… maybe a foreign artist?" she thought to herself.
Hopping up from her cross legged position and pulling the ear buds out of her faunus ears, she crossed over to the soon-to-be student. When he looked up, she said,
"Nice tattoos you got there, buddy, who did them for you?"
(OOC: I won’t be able to respond to this for another hour or two after this, sorry! I have an interview for a job but I promise I’ll be back on this asap.)
(OOC: That’s fine, friend! Take your time. ^.^)
Sanguiris smiled. This wasn’t a question he usually got, that’s for sure.
"No one did them, I was born with them. That purple color that almost looks like it’s moving is Dust. Electrical dust, to be precise."
"Really? What’s the dust for?" Nyx asked, genuinely surprised. Even if the pattern wasn’t familiar, she had seen plenty of markings and tattoos that incorporated dust. Most of them were for show, and she doubted the boy had been born with markings like that just for show.
Her hand brushed over her weapon’s holster, and an idea sparked in her brain.
"Wait, is it anything like my gun?" She said, pulling Timbre Spectrum out of its slot, flicking the silencer so half the lines around the barrels lit up with red dust. "See, my gun’s got two types of ammo, and the lines light up, depending on what kind of ammo its set for."
Sanguiris started to explain,
"I was born bruised, with the patterns you see now, except they were dead and dark. When I was ten, I exploded in a fit of rage, and the dust activated, conducting everything around me in a certain radius and granting me loose control of lightning. After I settle back down, I exit this mode, and enter a "cooldown" period where I’m extremely weakened, before returning to normal."
"Oooh, I get it. It's like your semblance, yeah? Except its more like a really cool superpower, and you get awesome looking ink on top of that," Nyx paused, thinking for a few seconds while she pocketed her scattergun, "that must've helped you get into Beacon, I bet. An ability like that sounds like a great Grimm slayer."
Nyx fidgeted with the foam ends of her ear buds, suddenly aware of how lame her own semblance seemed in comparison. She also became acutely aware of the clouds that had moved on, no longer blocking the sun. Her extra ears twitched, flicking down briefly before coming back to their natural position.
"Speaking of Beacon, what're you going there for? 'Cause you were muttering something about research before I came over."
The Man With The Dust In His Skin | ScatteredSoundWaves
Sanguiris sat on the airship taking him towards beacon. Unlike the other students, he simply looked over the small rectangular data pad in his hand and sighed, saying,
"Four years, huh? I guess I should have expected this, at least a little bit, I suppose. Still, I suppose I can research while I’m there, but…." He let out a sigh, "This’ll delay my efforts quite a bit, to be sure." He suddenly noticed the person standing before him, and looked up at them.
Nyx, mostly keeping to herself while she messaged Cecilia on her scroll, surveyed the crowd around her. Of course Cecilia refused to tell her anything about initiation, or how the students got picked into teams. Her eyes settled over one person in particular, who’s body seemed to be wrapped in strange tattoos, ones she didn’t recognize from any of the artists in town.
"No one in town does work like that… maybe a foreign artist?" she thought to herself.
Hopping up from her cross legged position and pulling the ear buds out of her faunus ears, she crossed over to the soon-to-be student. When he looked up, she said,
"Nice tattoos you got there, buddy, who did them for you?"
(OOC: I won’t be able to respond to this for another hour or two after this, sorry! I have an interview for a job but I promise I’ll be back on this asap.)
(OOC: That’s fine, friend! Take your time. ^.^)
Sanguiris smiled. This wasn’t a question he usually got, that’s for sure.
"No one did them, I was born with them. That purple color that almost looks like it’s moving is Dust. Electrical dust, to be precise."
"Really? What's the dust for?" Nyx asked, genuinely surprised. Even if the pattern wasn't familiar, she had seen plenty of markings and tattoos that incorporated dust. Most of them were for show, and she doubted the boy had been born with markings like that just for show.
Her hand brushed over her weapon's holster, and an idea sparked in her brain.
"Wait, is it anything like my gun?" She said, pulling Timbre Spectrum out of its slot, flicking the silencer so half the lines around the barrels lit up with red dust. "See, my gun's got two types of ammo, and the lines light up, depending on what kind of ammo its set for."
The Man With The Dust In His Skin | Open
Sanguiris sat on the airship taking him towards beacon. Unlike the other students, he simply looked over the small rectangular data pad in his hand and sighed, saying,
"Four years, huh? I guess I should have expected this, at least a little bit, I suppose. Still, I suppose I can research while I’m there, but…." He let out a sigh, "This’ll delay my efforts quite a bit, to be sure." He suddenly noticed the person standing before him, and looked up at them.
Nyx, mostly keeping to herself while she messaged Cecilia on her scroll, surveyed the crowd around her. Of course Cecilia refused to tell her anything about initiation, or how the students got picked into teams. Her eyes settled over one person in particular, who's body seemed to be wrapped in strange tattoos, ones she didn't recognize from any of the artists in town.
"No one in town does work like that... maybe a foreign artist?" she thought to herself.
Hopping up from her cross legged position and pulling the ear buds out of her faunus ears, she crossed over to the soon-to-be student. When he looked up, she said,
"Nice tattoos you got there, buddy, who did them for you?"
(OOC: I won't be able to respond to this for another hour or two after this, sorry! I have an interview for a job but I promise I'll be back on this asap.)
Dear Nyx Doppel, (scatteredsoundwaves)
We are pleased to say that you have been accepted to be a student at Beacon Academy, and eagerly await your answer to confirm your attendance…
Sincerely,
Glynda Goodwitch
You have taken the “N“ in team TALN , congratulations! Once more students are accepted we will start initiation and introduce you to your team, thank you for your cooperation and application!
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