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Vivian seemed quite excited to have fully landed that last blow against Topaz, who was waiting for her next attack which came quickly from the trained huntswomen. Seeing her opponent raise her fist Topaz minorly adjusted the end of Lithium near her face to absorb some energy of the punch [-3], but at the current range she only managed to take some of the edge off. But the sweep attack to her frozen side was nearly unavoidable because of the ice limiting Topaz’s flexibility which resulted in Topaz taking the full leg attack to her side breaking off small chunks of the frozen cage that limited her mobility [-4]. But now that Vivian was up close Topaz could show off her skills, without a moment to spare she rotated Lithium so that the lower end hit Vivian in her raised knee while also opening the channel on the kinetic dust adding a powerful knockback on the upward attack.

-Attack to Vivians raised knee with kinetic dust [ -7% + Knock back]

Aura: 39%
Semblance 100%
Arrows: 14/15
Crystals: 3/3
Fire Dust Vials: 100%
Ice Dust Vials: 100%
Electric Dust Vials: 100%
Kinetic Dust Vials: 60%(loaded) -20%
Beacon Academy / Re: How to Train your Idiot [Closed]
« Last post by Dr. Gustave on October 22, 2018, 10:19:38 PM »
Titania leaned back into her chair, slipping into the unnaturally comfortable rock as Juno readied himself. She had noted the lack of the shimmering blue companion he usually had-- Phi, as Malina had called her. Her existence was... curious to say the least. She had worked with students that utilized adaptive combat AI assistants before, even on that was able to record the movements and mannerisms of enemies to predict attacks, but they had all been dumb AI. If Malina were to be believed, this was something more, something quite interesting from the bowels of Atlas. She was hoping to see her in action more closely today but that could wait if it needed. For now, she needed to study her clay before she could figure out the final shape.

As she watched him launch forward, she fell into her element. There was little thought in his attack, or so it appeared. Malina was guarded from both sides-- her tail on her left and the staff on the right. Was it a ploy to simply see how she would fight back? Yes, that seemed right.

And yet he chose to attack her more guarded side. Her tail was metal and spined, not to mention she still had her right hand on the clasp of her satchel. And... There it was.

The tail lashed out toward the blade and to the untrained observer, one would be excused for thinking the tail slammed against the sword so hard it sent the boy stumbling backward. But Titania knew better.

She knew Malina, and she knew that bass-y crack. She knew that mere centimeters from can't contact, Malina had launched a blast of energy against only the sword.

Titania couldn't help but smile at the act, that spreading of disinformation was one of the first things she taught the girl. She was made for the psychological side of the fight, had the mind for it and certainly had the behavior for it, but Juno? It was still early to tell.
1v1 Matches / Re: First Year 1v1 bracket- Round 1: Samantha Quartz vs. Camelia Sol
« Last post by nathan67003 on October 22, 2018, 11:32:18 AM »
Good news! Her enemy was still under the effect of her semblance. Bad news; she had good instincts. Maybe Camelia was a bit too used to her semblance's preliminary signs? She even heard the girl say 'nope' before using all of her chains to slowly drag herself away.

Dammit. Her semblance was already really close to its maximum range and with how much she had to concentrate for a gravity well, she could only inch closer. It wasn't much, but it might just give her those few precious instants she needed. Once she had it going, it'd be her win.

(Gravity well: 3 seconds left before ignition)

[Aura: 39%]
[Stamina: 82%]
[Orion: 1/2 1/2 1/2]
Beacon Academy / Re: Weathering the Storm [Open]
« Last post by Moth on October 22, 2018, 10:52:45 AM »
Chantou’s eyebrow raises again as Smokey begins to fire after his fairly-cryptic answer. She’d admit the strength behind the weapon was pretty brutal even as a glorified paintball gun, at least in comparison to her pistols - and she liked to think they packed a decent punch. Even then, Chantou’s not much of a academic - so it’s only  after he begins to record the outcome of his colorful destruction she finally understands, giving a little nod of understanding. So, what you’re sayin’ is you’re stress-testin’ the best shape for a shield,”[color] She responds. “Without actually sayin’ it?”
1v1 Matches / Re: Second Year 1v1 bracket- Finals: Reyva Vermilion vs. Razzmatazz Gele
« Last post by Walter on October 22, 2018, 03:27:00 AM »
The lights weren't just there to throw off Revya's aim - they were a distraction from Razzy's own actions. The boy had tossed the cartridge he had been holding towards the dust crystal - just like against Zabar, he fired upon it, mere moments after Revya had shot forward. And just like last time, the boy wasn't quite far enough from the crystal. The following blast of wind flung him away, as prepared for it as he was - Razzy crashed into the dirt a decent distance away from the explosion. But, hopefully, it'd do more against his opponent still in the air.

(Airsplosion: ~8% from the exploding cartridge, dust crystal not really doing direct damage. Getting flung/ crashing up to you.)

Aura: 76%
Beacon Academy / Re: Big Game Hunting [Closed]
« Last post by DEXES on October 21, 2018, 11:13:35 AM »
Kisha nodded steadily as Jima answered her questions successively, followed by an "Mh-hm, got it."

There were other, countless questions whizzing around in her head, everything about this place and the people she was with, but those had to wait until later. She turned to the growl with a determined grin and immediately was disappointed. Of course, there wouldn't be a huge Deathstalker right away, but creeps? Creeps!?

"Keep your five points," she said to Smokey with a slight grin but kept her eyes on the creeps as she quickly took an arrow out her quiver and tension it into her bow, firing it immediately. The first arrow raced forward, right in the direction of the 'leading' creep. Not even a second later and the next arrow shot forward, this one targeted at one of the crepps further away. After the two arrows were fired she lowered her bow and took a few steps back,
"Welp, that should be two points for me," she said with a confident smile and put her hand on her hip. "Even though creeps are not even worth a point, Beowolves maybe, but creeps? You know what, make one point out of it, I'll give a Creep a maximum of 0.5 "

Attack Log:

-Shooting at two creeps


Aura: 100%
Fire Arrows: 8/8
Ice Arrows: 8/8
Energy arrows: 8/8
Normal Arrows: 6/8
Signal arrows: 3/3
Semblance: 100%
Smoke grenades: 3/3
Hydrogen grenades: 3
Beacon Academy / Re: opening act [Open]
« Last post by ReaperJoe on October 21, 2018, 04:58:24 AM »
It seems, despite Saffron’s encouragement, Aurelia’s criticism of Azure’s weapon fell on deaf ears.  The fact that not one, but two fellow students managed to point out the flaw the instant the mechanism was revealed should have been more than enough evidence to convince her that it needed to be addressed.  However, Azure’s reaction fits the profile Aurelia’s constructed so far: her stream of condescending descriptors weren’t merely insults designed to put Azure in her place.  They were that, too, but they were also character flaws Aurelia’s observed in the short time they’ve been conversing.  In this case, arrogance and childishness.

Aurelia keeps her thoughts to herself, though.  No point in wasting her breath if the new student refuses to listen.  Besides which, she felt the next point of conversation held far more importance.  The apparent passivity Saffron and Azure demonstrate when considering anonymous threats will only serve to their detriment in one way or another.  She needed to drive this home, and thus says, ”Appeasement of aggression will only invite more aggression.  Anonymous threats cannot be negotiated with by very definition.  And the fact of the matter is simply receiving those threats places you on the same footing of every king who has ever made a controversial decision ever.”

”For whatever reason, the people sending you threats find you and whatever you stand for important enough to want you out of the picture.  Whether or not they’re capable of delivering on said threats is irrelevant.  What matters is how you respond.  You could give into them, abandon your career, disappoint anyone and everyone who ever believed in you, and most importantly reinforce this terrible, cowardly, and utterly despicable behavior.  Or you could press on in spite of them, and take every precaution available to make sure they never have a chance to hurt anyone.  Men don’t follow those who kneel.”  Despite the obvious differences between the two, Aurelia feels similarly to Azure on this subject: innocent lives shouldn’t be put at risk.  But those with small minds will find and use whatever tactics they have available to push their nonsensical agenda. 

Unfortunately, common ground seems to be few and far between, and Aurelia has to stew for a minute after Azure explains the true meaning behind the word “princess”.  It’s only thanks to her incredible discipline that her face doesn’t contort in anger in response, her pursed lips and momentary silence act as the only sign Azure’s tongue-lashing had any impact at all.  It stung, but Aurelia suffers through in silence, before her lips finally relax.  But then, bizarrely, they curl into a slight smile.

”Hmm, well done,” she says in an oddly pleasant tone, ”you’ve insulted my demeanor, implied I have no friends, and insulted my intelligence by explaining it to me out of meter, rather than letting me interpret it for myself.  A much better put-down.  In respect, I shall rescind my comment on your lyrics.  Though, in return, I’d like to borrow your analogy for a bit.”  Her smile disappears as she finishes, her face returning to a neutral, stern expression.

”Tell me, which is better?  To sit among the rubble of your own creation, or standing in dirt not having built anything at all?  Is it better to bear the crown for a moment before the weight crushes you, or to always remain in the faceless mob?”  Aurelia’s eyes are sharp as she takes a step forward towards Azure for emphasis.  ”You may see me as haughty and alone, and I may sit on a crumbling throne.  But I’ll gladly sit if that’s the price of trying to hold myself to a higher standard.  What about you?  Would you face the prospect of ruination in pursuit of greatness?  Or will you stay in the filth of the masses, always afraid of the sky? 

Aurelia held eye contact with Azure for a few seconds to make sure her point was driven home, but then broke off to turn to Saffron and say, ”My sincere apologies.  From the moment I walked up, I seem to have darkened and hijacked your conversation, which was never my intention.” her posture and countenance has softened considerably as she spoke, and she gives a slight apologetic bow before turning back to Azure.  ”And to you.  I should not have snapped at you as I did.  I won’t make excuses, only offer an apology.  I’m sorry,” she says, again offering a bow. 

The reason Azure’s insult stuck so hard this time was because it accurately criticized Aurelia’s actions up to that point.  Baseless accusations and slander can be dismissed outright, and the horse faunus has been called enough names to fill a dictionary.  But if an insult reveals a flaw, then the knight has no choice but to address it.  After all, she holds herself to a higher standard.

”*Ahem!* Anyways, I believe we were discussing the possibility of sparring?  I have no doubt there are still aggressions that still need to be worked out, so perhaps we can move this conversation toward a practice arena?” Aurelia stiffens back up as she changes subjects, uncomfortable with being vulnerable.  ”Let’s see, summers…Well, for the most part, Father would keep me in Atlas to further my education, but on weekends I would occasionally return to my birth-family to spend time with them and go horseback riding.”

Azure (and most likely Saffron) unfortunately had the wrong impression concerning Aurelia’s adoption.  To be fair, the circumstances were notably bizarre, but nonetheless, Aurelia’s birth-family is alive and well.  More importantly, she is in consistent contact with them and on good terms.  Aurelia was actually granted the privilege of joining the Lumen family as gratitude for saving a young Pearl Lumen’s life, where she would have access to better education and a much higher chance of success.   

The Vale Region / Re: Through rivalry and friendship... and a bunch of Grimm [closed]
« Last post by DEXES on October 21, 2018, 04:19:26 AM »
Seemingly unimpressed by the dead of the two pack members, the remaining two beowolves moved closer to Smokey, teeth bared and ready to rush at him. Their complete attention was on the young Huntsmen-in-training and not a second later, the first charged forward in an obvious attempt to attack him with his claws. Shortly thereafter, the second jumped forward, with a similar scratch attack targeted a little higher up on face lever.

Mikado paid no attention to his teammates, knowing that he was more than capable of taking care of the Grimm, instead, he just stood there, looking gravely at the two creatures in the sky. The Nevermore was already close behind the, compared to him, much smaller dragon and caught up more with every second, there wasn't more left until he would be able to grab him. Time to act. Another whistle echoed through the air, but this one differed from its predecessor in that it consisted of three separate whistles, the first two short and the third slightly longer. For outsiders, these seemingly random whistles could mean anything, but for Kiro it was a clear command: Dive, and that was exactly what he did. The dragon leaping down, no sign of stopping as he approached the ground faster and faster, with the Nevermore in tow. And he wouldn't stop, that is unless Mikado tells him to. That had to be perfectly timed.

The command came only when both creatures were shortly away from hitting the ground. Kiro's wings unfolded and stretched out on both sides as he slid past the dusty floor, whereas the black avian behind him crashed against it with full force. Size could only bring one so far without agility. The impact wasn't enough to kill the bird, but with him on the ground and briefly motionless, the huge storm of fire could be unleashed upon him until the black poultry completely evaporated.

Attack Log:

(Kiro) - burning the Nevermore to crisp - 35% dust for ~25% damage

Combat Stats:

Aura: 85%
Kiro's Health: 15%
Kiro's Dustbreath (Fire): 65%
Pock: 14/14


  • Mid-sized Nevermore: x1  killed by Kiro
  • Beowolves: x4 2 2 shot by Smokey
  • (Other Mid-sized Nevermore: x1  fighting the Cranes somewhere, will probably die in exchange for two more cranes)

Grimm's battle log:

Beowolves: Scratch attack - 3% x 2 at Smokey
Beacon Academy / Re: Weathering the Storm [Open]
« Last post by DEXES on October 21, 2018, 03:30:32 AM »
Dawn supported her head with her hand as she watched Smokeys experiment. Why he did what he did was quite comprehensibly, as well as the way he did it, but already after the second target, her attention was drawn to the key element of the whole thing. The power and impact behind the revolver were amazing and would undoubtedly do a lot of harm in the right hands. From what she saw, these were more than just the right hands. The more so if one considers his semblance. With the force of the weapon came the recoil, but Smokey seemed to care relatively little about that, maybe a kind of shock absorbers or strong cushioning in general.

With a grin, Dawn crossed her arms and leaned forward as she started talking, not screaming, but loud enough for Smokey to hear from the distance. "Hey, handsome, impressive firepower you've got. Care to tell me how you've created this beauty?"

Beacon Academy / Re: opening act [Open]
« Last post by Azure Blair on October 20, 2018, 11:49:56 AM »
As Azure listened to Aurelia talk, she rolled her eyes, not caring for what the horses girl had to say. Renegade had always worked, her dust core hadn’t failed her yet, and she saw no hint that it would be failing her any time soon. And she figured if it ever did die she could just refill it, or make a new one. She had made the core a while back, and it had yet to lose power, so why would it die now? If it could last that long, who was to say it couldn’t last longer? That was her logic, however flawed it may be. She just didn’t want to accept that maybe Aurelia had a point-- she was too proud to admit her weapon design was so severely flawed.

“Oi I didn’t do it on purpose!” Azure laughed, taking a handful of the grass she had pulled up and throwing it casually at Saffron. She continued on, happily discussing music. “Well a lot of the time the people who tour with me are the people who worked on the album with me, so they are already somewhat familiar with the songs. And then, of course, it’s not like we just jump on an aircraft and start touring, we rehearse for months beforehand.” Azure wouldn’t even want to form a permanent band, she much preferred being a solo artist. Being in a band ran the risk of them breaking up; if you’re a solo act, you can’t exactly break up with yourself.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Azure agreed with Saffron. “And if getting bomb threats is an accomplishment, then hell, I don’t want to be successful,” she scoffed. Azure’s main issue with the resistance people put up against her fight for the spotlight wasn’t that her reputation would be damaged. She couldn’t care less about what bigoted journalists said about her, she didn’t care what the headlines said. But when innocent fans came into play, that was when things became as issue. Azure could handle it if the death threats were aimed solely at herself, but as soon as the risk of a bombing, or any other act of terrorism that would injure her fans arose, that was where she drew the line. She would rather stay irrelevant and unsuccessful than risk the lives of people who just wanted to enjoy some music.

The word princess held more of an insult than Aurelia seemed to catch on. It then became evident to Azure that Aurelia had never heard a lick of her music. “Take your heart of stone, build it to a throne, you don't seem to know you'll be up there all alone. Princess, better catch your crown before it all falls down,” she said, her voice cold as she quoted the lyrics of her most recent single all fall down, a preview for her upcoming album which bore the same name. “In layman terms, you're so busy being a stuck up bitch, acting like you're above everyone else, that you don't realize it's all gonna backfire some day and leave you standing in the ruins. Princess.” Of course, it wasn’t smart to make insults by referencing one’s own content, especially when there was a high possibility of the person being insulted not understanding. But then again, Azure was never good at making good decisions.

Azure’s perception of Aurelia did a near complete 180 as the horse girl mentioned she was adopted. The fur of her tail lay flat once more, her expression softening somewhat. She mindless plucking of Renegade’s strings ceased. So Aurelia was adopted. That meant, at some point, somehow, she had lost her parents. Azure wondered how young she was when it had happened. How much did she remember? Did she dream of them? Did she miss them? Were they dead or had they just given her up? Azure wasn’t sure which would was worse. She debated saying something, adding in her own input (my parents are dead too) but she refrained. She didn’t want to make the conversation about her, she didn’t want to turn it into the two of them trying to one up each other in tragedy.

“Mainly write music,” Azure replied to Saffron. “Summer is always nice ‘cause I can work outside. Also there are more Grimm during the warmer months, so more chance for real combat training.” She picked up Renegade once more, setting it on her lap and playing a few random chords as she spoke. She didn’t seem to really notice she was doing it, it was just instinctive at this point; if there was a guitar around, pick it up and play it. She quickly ran through the intro to Blackbird as she waited for Aurelia’s reply. Not that she really cared what the haloed girl did during the summer, but she polite enough to at least make it seem like she was listening, even if she wasn’t.

She was too busy thinking about what Aurelia had said about being adopted. She wondered if she had had to go through multiple families before doing so, or if she’d gone straight from an orphanage to the Lumen family. Looking at Aurelia, Azure figured she probably got adopted straight away, she didn’t look like the type of girl that would let herself go through multiple families. Not that that was how it worked, but she gave off an aura of determination and perfection that made it seem like she would be satisfied with nothing less than being adopted immediately. Like it would just be impossible to foster her then send her back.
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