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On the Six - Azure (OPEN)

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Azure was a blue blur striking through this terrible night; the blades of her tonfas ripping through wires and Grimm alike at a breakneck pace.

She let the students go in front of her, defending her post behind the school buildings. Airships and Grimm of every known kind crash landed on academy grounds, and at the same time: Azure scowled, feeling her medication wearing off on her legs.

A searing pain that burned like no other was going to follow soon, like that was going to stop her.

From her coat she took out two needles: one dose for each leg. She was going to ruin herself like this… But if she lived through another day, maybe she could consider getting prosthetics…

The blunette chuckled at the thought, a small cringe for each needle that pierced through her skin.

She will not fall here. She will survive long enough to see another day.

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Fight For This - Verde (OPEN)

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The whine of her drills was immediately drowned out by the screech of metal behind her, but it was too late.

An Atlesian Paladian had swung its arm, knocking her into a nearby pillar with a crack. The grenette slumped to the floor, ears ringing and the world out of focus with a few flashes of light and fire.

The Paladain matched forward, it’s steps crushing concrete and bone alike.

How did this happen? How in the world could something so large be taken over so easily? She chuckled. It seems that question already had an answer in her head.

Her drills pierced the ground, pushing herself up with the help of her cables until she was on her feet.

Deep down, she knew she wasn’t built for fighting, but that didn’t mean she was going to give so damn easily.

She was a fighter. She was going to do her job, not because she wanted to–

–but because she needed to.

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Don't Lose This - Richard (OPEN)

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Richard was off to the side, running alongside medics who desperately tried to pierce through the crowds and hoard of Grimm to aid the wounded.

A few bullets were enough to take some down, whatever he missed, Parker leapt from his body and tore them apart.

The Festival grounds were in shambles, shacks, stands, and once colorful prizes now burned hauntingly. People left and right were screaming for salvation, screaming out of fear.

A guilt sat in the tiger faunus’ gut as he ran. He knew the reality of the situation: not everyone was going to be saved…

But he needed to do his best. He needed to get to them as quickly as he can.

He needed to lessen their losses.

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Lead Through the Fire - Malcom (OPEN)

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There was panic in the auditorium, students holed up and barricaded themselves inside the building.

The fortification didn’t last long.

Nearly every student fought against the Grimm, but it was truly the Atlesian Knights that caught them off guard.

Malcom had frozen a majority of them that had infiltrated their stronghold before setting them ablaze and watching them explode with a snap of his fingers.

Another gloved hand clutched his side where a Beowolf Alpha’s claw had caught him off guard, but he clenched his teeth and kept going.

He can’t give up. He won’t give up.

Not when the fearful needed a leader.

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Foul Play & Determination - Karissa (OPEN)

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Karissa jumped out of the way of an Ursa’s attack, phasing through the wall beside her one moment and once more in another, placing herself behind the beast as she brought her ginunting up and stabbed through its nape, firing off four bullets before the Grimm fell.

In the distance, there were more screams heard, but perhaps the most unsettling was the musk of blood and ash that was burning through the air.

She needed to get outside. She needed to go help.

She needs to fight.

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❌=🔥Burning in Hell🔥=❌

@cinispetalis [ ❌ ] ~ The canine knew it was tricky business when it came to monitoring the White Fang's movements. Yet Karissa was the best candidate for solo missions like this. Infiltrate with ease with a new name, muster up some old hate towards humans and earn sympathy from the hate crime that drove her into the Fang years ago. ... It seemed surreal being amongst enemies, hidden in plain sight by a mask, some make up and blue colored contacts... Just in case. Gathering information, no matter how slow it seemed, was always Ozpin's goal, and she respected that of the headmaster. She understood and that is why she was here: attending meetings, rallies, and staying at the back of everything in order to slip away without anyone noticing when everything ended. Yet despite the ear-less canine's efforts, the main objective seemed to elude her, as if nobody truly knew what was going on, and they were just bees reporting to a hive mind. This was wrong... Crime doesn't just stop like this. The White Fang didn't simply stop in their "liberation" efforts. Karissa needed to take a risk... she needed to get closer to the higher ups, and just what exactly they were planning.

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Σ+ Of Hunters and Killers +Σ

@huntsman-ash { Σ } ~ Malcom had been walking along minding his own business along the festival grounds. He enjoyed times like this, a bit of happiness, and a bit more freedom than Atlas would ever allow him. The Vytal Festival and it's famed tournament was perhaps the best time of the school year, a chance to show the world that Hunters worked hard to keep the peace for the sake of the people. That was his goal, protecting the good; something that he didn't quite find amongst the militaristic minds in Mantle. As he looked to the sun, a small sigh escaped his lips; there was a particularly noticeable smudge in his glasses. As he continued his stride, he bumped into someone, black frames falling to the ground. Severe, maroon eyes looked to whom he had bumped into. Though, the third year's uniformed appearance of a petty officer seemed to have that kind of impression on people. Half the time, he didn't mean for his visage to intimidate people, it's just a face he held commonly. "... Excuse me, I didn't mean to bump into you."

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☁ (for either Azure of Kei, because now I'm curious either way.)

Keimistri had heard the thunder rumbling outside her laboratory. It was one of the few that even had a window with a nice view of the courtyard outside.

Looks like it’s going to rain today.

That was the complacent thought that filled the woman’s mind over and over again. Rain was good. The weather around the mountain was getting too dry for the chemist’s taste, a shower would refresh and relax the mind… 

So how did it end up like this: with the maroonette getting up from hours of sitting in front of a computer to walk out unto the heavy rain without so much as an umbrella or raincoat? How did hoping for such feelings of refreshment lead to staring at a grey sky with empty silver eyes? 

 The answer was simple: Keimistri didn’t truly hope. She hadn’t hoped for something to happen for the past decade. Not since they had gone away.

Before the maroonette could notice, she was in front of a monument –the monument of fallen Hunters and Huntresses– something she didn’t visit for a good reason: because it started the real rain it brought with it and it’s salted sting on her old scars. She placed her ghostly white hand on a certain group of names, eyes fixed on them, and yet not reading them. Why should she? She already knew the names under that palm were not her own, no matter how much she cursed.

Such is the fate of living.

Keimistri thought to herself. A twinge of the hand against the monument almost immediately brought it back to her face –the half she kept hidden underneath her mess of hair. She hated the rain –the tears– against her scarred skin.

… What was that Nursery Rhyme again?

“… Rain, rain, go away… come again another day… the old man fell and hit his head, won’t come out ‘till morning~…” she sang to herself, chuckling helplessly to herself as she felt tears continuing to stream down her face.