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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Writing Prompts
« on: July 13, 2018, 07:46:51 AM »
Canon: Birthday Presents. Calen Shrike (Recommendations are for losers)


Swash. Grunt. Clink.

Thump. Klump.


For the fourth time in as many minutes Calen was face down, sprawled out in the rain and mud with one of his elder sisters standing over him. And for the fourth time Calen got up. Slower this time, his head was spinning and mud soaked his clothes but still he pressed onward. In the morning his father would be furious with him, for making such a mess of his clothes, but for tonight he watched passively with the rest of the Shrike clan. Tonight was special, Calen’s fourteenth birthday and he like the previous two years asked only for one thing. A chance.

Slap. Thump. Clang.

Fwoosh. Thud. Clank.


Five times. Even slower to his feet this time, Calen’s aura flickered as it faded but that didn’t slow his opponent. His sister, Halath, would only accept two outcomes and moved like lightning flashing bright amongst the pouring rain. A harshness and an elegance which put Calen to shame when fresh and now he could only try to defend against the coming onslaught. The Shrike’s continued to watch silently as their youngest attempted more and more desperate techniques to turn try to gain some sort of advantage. Blood starting to pour from Calen’s growing collection of wounds, adding a small bit of colour to the mostly mud brown boy, sapped more of his strength leading to even more desperate techniques and even more mistakes.

Klang. Clank. Swoosh. Thump.

Wheeze. Thud.

Six times. The Shrike family fetishised strength and skill far beyond more traditional hunters. To them all life could ever be was a constant search for a superior opponent, human or Grimm, someone who their attacks would bounce off like waves breaking against the cliff face. And it seemed the young Calen had again found his cliff face, barely getting to his feet before Halath was on him again. To call it another round would be generous, two strikes and a scream and Calen was again in the mud. The pain was muted by exhaustion and Calen couldn’t even feel is legs as his life blood spilt out onto the mud. ’Yield.’ Calen only barely managed to whisper out before consciousness left his collapsed body.

It took four days for Calen to regain consciousness and he found himself in the house alone, everyone else had left on their own missions or errands. Rising slow Calen tested out his movements, more stiff than anything else which meant his father must have used the ‘good stuff’ on him. That would be the closest thing to a compliment Calen would get after his failed challenge, failing to prove himself equal to his family and worth of joining them fully in the hunt. It hurt more than his scars, the sense of failure, but Calen knew he couldn’t mope around when there was chores to do and training to continue. ’Next year.’ Calen promised to himself.

Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: July 13, 2018, 07:03:44 AM »
Calen raised an eyebrow at Prism's swearing. 'At ease sailor, you are on land now.' Calen mocked. Stepping away from Prism as she went for her second attempt using her semblance to provide more support against the recoil Calen carefully studied how the gun kicked back. Having seen the Faunus's semblance in action before Calen managed to remove the updraft from the action instead focusing on purely the weapon the gaunt boy came up with a possible solution. His own semblance could maybe cancel out the velocity behind the kick back for a few moments but there was no way a novice gunslinger like Calen could aim such a weapon by himself. 'I do have a suggestion Prism, perhaps I can be of some assistance in absorbing the recoil? At least until you've gotten more use to the weapon.' Calen offered at least seemingly happy to help.

If Prism accepts his offer Calen will position himself behind the faunus matching her arm positions letting the former aim while him prepared to activate him semblance at a moments notice. Regardless Calen turned around to face Smokey. 'Quite a funny catch 22, if you can't train then you are more likely to make mistakes in the field. Have you thought about going down to Forever Fall?' Calen asked, he didn't touch the volcano comment. Both not trusting himself to keep it straight and being a bit worried what it meant about what would happen to the range if Smokey decided to prove it was what he thought.

Within her forty meter bubble Anna couldn't detect any movement beyond the occasional gust of wind, even Calen was outside her range who was collecting an increasingly large pile of semi-useful equipment. That isn't to say she didn't 'see' anything interesting, claw marks littered the surrounding area, far fainter than your traditional Beowulf or Ursa and only truly noticeable because of Anna's phenomenal perceptive prowess but they never the less put the cause of this towns demise beyond doubt. The inverse wasn't true of course as Calen hadn't noticed the marks but easily caught sight of his team mate standing on the second story roof. 'Morning sleepy head, there is breakfast by the fire and a comb in my pack, I know you can't see yourself but the rest of us have to.' Calen called out, whistling first to get the blind girl's attention. His head up and focus distracted did mean Calen eventually picked up on how the forest around them had fallen eerily silent but it didn't bother him too much. Honestly the gaunt boy was eager for a fight to break up the monotony of their march. Better we get a Grimm attack now than later in the day, everyone would be tired by then. Calen reasoned internally as he made his way back over to everyone and more importantly the radio tower.

'Once you are all fed and watered feel free to come and help me with this tower, unless you would like us to continue camping.' Calen continued to call out missing the familiar weight of his weapon at his hip which only made the entire situation more nerving. Settling down the pile of half broken electronics Calen started examining the tower and quickly came to the same conclusion as Teddy did. Stripping some of the electronics for replacement wiring was reasonably straight forward but he still needed to find a power source to get the tower up and running again. Calen sat back looking at the tower, his own reluctance to use dust meant he paid little attention to classes focused on the substance and the gaunt boy wracked his mind trying to remember the lessons.

The silence from the forest continued however making every sound the team make echo even louder within their unnatural surroundings.

AMA Section / Re: Why do you want to win the Vytal Festival?
« on: July 11, 2018, 06:40:42 AM »
Out of character I have only had bad experiences with these types of fights, I don't ever feel like I can properly describe what my character is doing and I get frustrated over silly things like numbers. As such I've tried to strip as much of it I can from the threads I run but I do feel it's something I should get better at and as such will continue to attempt them.

Saffron as with most things concerning my characters is the most earnest in her reasons for competing. Under no impressions that large swathes of the Atlas population will suddenly change their opinion on faunus simply because she performs well in these matches it will never the less provide a powerful message to the other kingdoms about unity at least in Saffron's own eyes.

Almost the opposite Calen seeks only to prove his own personal superiority over everyone else in competition. His whole 'fight defensively so your enemy shows their entire strength before you destroy them might play out a bit strangely with two range focused opponents but we will see.

Ramalia would have used the situation as a learning experience and to experience everything the world of Remnant has to offer.

Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: July 10, 2018, 12:07:01 AM »
'It might hurt my aim but it helps answers come easier, might draw even.' Calen responded happily but did slow down his drinking anyway. Calen was on his feet the instant the gun fired and used his semblance to burst over Prism's wings to her crumbled form and offered a hand to get up, wobbling slightly himself. 'Try not to get knocked on your arse Prism it'll hurt your aim.' Calen mocked glibly. It was an impressive weapon however, even if Prism failed to hit the target the wall behind showed significant scaring. Calen grimaced internally imagining himself on the receiving end before turning to Smokey. 'You have a larger gun? Why don't you test that out?' Calen finished

Everywhere Else / Re: Among a thicket of berries(RASB Initation)
« on: July 05, 2018, 09:53:23 AM »
'Both of those are questions but yes, to both.' Ramalia responded letting off one last shot before moving closer to the twins. Although the hunters in training were doing a lot to dispatch the grimm they also seemed to have driven the hoard into a frenzy causing the core of the swarm clustering just before the wall. Grasping her fists together Ramalia provided as stable a platform as she could before launching Azre into the air, her impressive strength augmented by her gauntlets, aura and a healthy dose of wind dust sent her team mate soaring up only barely remaining within sight. Retrieving her animals as best she could Ramalia prepared for the coming sound wave as she could, getting them behind the walls much to the dismay of the defenders. None made much of a move on the seemingly wild animals however instead they kept their distance keeping a wary eye on their 'owner' as she leapt on top of the battlements trying to restore the downed cannons.

Ramalia called out to Ezra as she was going to be on her own for a bit but the earbuds muted much of her warning. Ripping the protective panels off one of the failed heavy guns Ramalia immediately recognised the problem, several of the components had at least partially melted from overuse, not unreasonable given the situation, causing the gun to jam. Sheathing her gauntlets with ice dust the former scavenger started ripping the melting metal out, reconnecting the reusable parts into a makeshift but serviceable version. Firing off a few shots to show the defenders it was now functional Ramalia went over to the next gun and repeated the process.

Something was clearly going wrong with this one going by Ramalia's rather animated yelling at the defenders no one really capable of understanding the other given the former's earbuds and the later's lack of mechanical understanding.

RPG Discussion / Re: 41st Vytal Tourney Q&A/Poll/Rules
« on: July 04, 2018, 08:08:14 PM »
So how does the group vs group fights work? Does each person post or is it a team by team thing?

Approved Characters / Re: Suna Arevik
« on: July 04, 2018, 12:47:29 AM »
No edits

WiP Characters / Re: Chantou Rou
« on: July 03, 2018, 07:52:41 AM »
You mentioned on discord you where having some trouble with coming up with a semblance so I thought I could offer some ideas. Orchid Mantis hunt by disguising themselves as flowers and drawing bugs in. I know that is pretty similar to Azre but minicry could be twisted in a different way. Orchid Mantis's Nymphs also have very beguiling patterns on them mean you could transfer that into a sort of trap which could even be sent my allies.

Everywhere Else / Re: Preparing for the Coming Storm, Team Two
« on: July 03, 2018, 07:19:58 AM »
As the group started to make their way through the woods there were two things that very quickly being apparent. One, every now and then the hunters in training would feel a small brush on their aura, no where near strong enough to do damage almost similar to walking through weak paper, only holding the slightest tension before giving way. The second was nothing except for the hunters in training where moving; not a branch, leaf, not a blade of grass despite the wind continuing to blow. The glints of something metallic where harder to see within the forest with the lack of direct light but careful study would reveal them high up in the trees. Nothing immediately threatening happened for full minutes until the came across a medium sized human shaped droid not dissimilar to the Atlas Paladins. It fired a few shots of it's basic dust powered gun before retreating quickly deeper into the forest. Moving quickly the not quite Paladin could never out run a hunter in training and would continue to fire it's rifle as it fled.

Everywhere Else / Re: Preparing for the Coming Storm, Team One
« on: July 03, 2018, 07:01:35 AM »
Amarant was mostly willing to play the waiting game both of his opponents had initiated at least for a little while. Confident the sound would clue him in if his opponents Amarant retreated to the opposite corner of their cube and went about doing some emergency repairs on his wings. Solaris's eagle managed to rip into one of the pistons, fly straight through the machine with a large chuck of electronics still gripped within it's talons. A strange groan emitted as the piston withdrew much slower than it's contemporaries who continued smashing away causing overwhelming noise. The piston did eventually fully disappear however but the relief was short lived as within a few moments it was back out smashing away like it had never been damaged and any evidence of the S-models attack gone. Although the steam was less and less of an issue the longer time went on.

All three wings now at least partially functional Amarant still kept them limp to give the illusion they where still out of commission and returned to the fray. Although the fog was definitely dissipating the headmaster still had to rely partially on his aura to find his way to his opponents chancing on Lyssa first and although Amarant had several skills moving silently wasn't one of them giving the huntress-in-training decent warning he was coming.

Knowing this Amarant continued his assault quickly, the ice dust spraying off every swing providing an interesting counterpoint to it's overwhelming speed. Now without his wings it was far easier to weather but that only made Amarant more careful where he aimed his strikes trying to punish the huntress-in-training for not having a melee weapon out. Unfortunately for Amarant the pounding of the piston's got in his way as much as they did his opponents causing him to constantly break off of assault as to not be squashed by their relentless pounding.

Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: July 03, 2018, 12:07:20 AM »
'If that is what you think priceless means then there is no surprise that is you choice of weapon.' Calen remarks sitting back down before gesturing to Prism. 'But of course, I could use a break.' Calen finished picking up his cup of coffee and taking another sip. The alcohol was finally catching up with the gaunt boy and he would need to spread out his in take to keep intoxication affecting him too badly.

Calen was a bit surprised that no one was up by the he finished his second cup of coffee. Double checking the food wasn't burnt Calen went around seeing if there was any thing of value left behind, to repair the tower or simply add of few comforts, when this town was abandoned. Starting with the houses further away to give the rest of his team mates their much needed rest the gaunt boy began his search. Tossing threw everything not bolted down Calen moved with a callous disregard for everything not immediately valuable; collecting electronics, canned food, strips of cloth and other non-perishable goods. Hopefully ASTC wouldn't have any use for most of these but they would do the hunters in training more good than sitting abandoned and if this mission had taught Calen anything it was that the unexpected happened more than one would expect.

The shelter the rest of ASTC was reasonable enough but quickly the rising sun shone through the shattered windows and walls disrupting their rest even if Calen didn't. Although noise was no longer an issue, in fact the surrounding forest had gone deathly silent something Calen remained mostly oblivious to.

Approved Characters / Re: Setsuna Antiqua
« on: July 01, 2018, 05:51:31 AM »
You left in a 'dischord' in(which I fixed) and fighting like a gladiator isn't that descriptive considering there where several different types of gladiator and none used a long sword. Regardless edits approved.

Approved Characters / Re: Mae Tulimanu
« on: July 01, 2018, 05:16:55 AM »
Like the raven guard symbol, edits approved.

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