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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 21, 2018, 01:49:22 AM »
Another shake of the head, this one in amazement as Prism reels off the sheer number of extracurricular activities she threw herself into before Beacon. In comparison Jocelyn seemed pathetic. First aid training, biology of the human body... that was nearly everything she had under her belt.

“Impressive would be a understatement there, Prism.” Jocelyn half-teased. “Kindly stop making the rest of us feel insignificant.” She was clearly skirting around the elephant in the room.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 20, 2018, 04:57:44 PM »
“...thank you again, dear friend.” There’s a clear underlying tone of gratefulness to Jocelyn’s words, alongside a slight downward curve of her lips at the side—Prism’s clearly made Jocelyn emotional, though there’s no clear sign of it.

“...is there anything about your past that you feel comfortable about sharing?” The question is cautious, careful—put in a way so that Prism didn’t feel obligated to respond.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 20, 2018, 04:24:46 PM »
Prism’s kind words brought a sad smile to Jocelyn’s face. “Thank you, Prism. It does mean a lot to me if you truly mean what you say. And no, my Semblance isn’t hereditary, but we both have healing Semblances. They just work differently.”

“Also, Prism, it was Atlas she attended, not Beacon. Everything was a competition to refine, streamline, improve efficiency, the works. Strictness was the order of the day, and it wasnt’t just the students either. The instructors also joined in, and if it weren’t for her healing prowess she may have been kicked out outright.” Jocelyn shook her head half in disbelief, half in awe. “I think that’s how she became such a good medic; out of pure necessity.”

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 20, 2018, 04:01:03 PM »
Jocelyn racked her head for memories of her mum’s stories when she was younger. “It’s not a fun story,” she finally said, her strokes becoming erratic as she became lost in thought. “My mum used to fight with a bonesaw, but she kept being beaten and scorned by males who were far superior in close combat. Eventually she was forced to use a ranged weapon to avoid being shunned by her team, even though she was already a better medic that I could ever be at my age.” She looked wistfully at the range, one hand ceasing the scratching to cradle Hyacinth close to her body.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 20, 2018, 02:36:46 PM »
Listening to Prism’s explanation, Jocelyn resumed her “massage” with renewed strength, still making excruciating pains not to cause Prism any pain. “Please tell me if I’m hurting you—also just tell me when to stop.” Truth be told, it felt nice—just lying on the ground peacefully with Prism at her side, with little worry in the world.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 20, 2018, 10:36:18 AM »
“Oh!” Jocelyn exclaimed. “Yeah, I’ll let you down. Sorry if that was a bit sudden for your liking—I’ll tell you beforehand next time.” Gently placing Prism back on the floor, she resumed softly scratching Prism’s head, in addition to stroking the small gap between her wings as a tentative experiment.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 20, 2018, 06:56:47 AM »
Jocelyn's heart melted a little inside when Prism made that happy noise, and felt really disappointed when she abruptly stopped to answer her question. Making sure to continue the stroking motion, she smiled as Prism described what each of her sisters inherited, and it only grew wider as she complained about the "really short" bit. She looked cute when she grumbled--the perfect image of a adorably pouting baby child.

Getting up slowly as to not scare Prism, she reached under Prism's arms and called up a little of her Aura to lift her clear over her head, attempting to sit Prism on her shoulders for the extra height. "Any better?" she asked, holding on tight to her legs to make sure she didn't fall over.


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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 19, 2018, 04:57:45 PM »
Feeling completely at ease, Jocelyn slowly started brushing her fingers over Prism's hair lightly, taking care not to ensnare any fingers in a tangled knot and cause any pain. She let this go on for a minute of comfortable silence before sitting up slightly, trying not to disturb Prism's position. "You know how you were talking about Hyacinth before, how I got it from my mother? Wasn't Hawk's Eye also something similar?"

Realising that this topic may still be raw to talk about, she dug around in her pocket with one free hand for any spare Ice Dust, while simultaneously calling her Semblance to the surface ready for use.

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Character Creation / Re: Yu Nanhai
« on: June 19, 2018, 01:49:17 AM »
Fire Dust is noted “not hot enough”, on the contrary. But duly noted for the gravity dust.

EDIT: Increased weight from 75 to 300 lbs.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 18, 2018, 05:12:29 PM »
Jocelyn ceases her laughing long enough for her to say "And may these moments last forever--I wouldn't have it any other way." She shuffled a little to give Prism a softer spot for her to lie on, still prioritising others' comfort over hers. Staring up at the sky with clouds floating peacefully by--now no longer pushed by Prism's Semblance--she lay quietly, enjoying Prism's mere presence and the clear blue ceiling.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 18, 2018, 04:37:28 PM »
Doubling over in her own laughter and making no attempt to hide it, Jocelyn laughed so hard her sides started hurting and she had to straighten up again, only to see Prism's face and relapse into another bout of giggling. "I-I can not believe you, Miss Skylark," she managed to get out amidst her laughter, doubling down on the accent. "Out of everything in the world, this is what gets you to laugh? For shame--ok, no, me neither, I give, pfffft..." She fell about on the floor in a laughing stupor, tears rolling down her face.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 18, 2018, 12:21:32 PM »
"Touché." Jocelyn concedes, wanting to spread her own wings but having failed to bring her pack with her. "Well, that's your strategy; mine's more 'get out of harm's way' than 'hit and run', but you know that already." Catching onto Prism's humor, she replied "Yes, ma'am. Would you like tea and crumpets for breakfast?" in an overly posh tone, pretending to stand like a waiter with one arm behind her back and holding an imaginary towel draped over the other.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 18, 2018, 08:06:56 AM »
"Mmm." Jocelyn hummed noncommittally while reloading her rifle, her eyebrows slightly raised as the wind kept whipping her hair across her face. "Snipers aren't supposed to fire while running, but I suppose it can't hurt to practice." Hearing Prism comment on her own leadership turned her around with a small grin on her face. "If there's ever any complaints you won't hear them from me. Before Beacon my mother was very strict with her training schedule so obeying orders is basically second instinct to me." She gave Prism a light pat on the back. "You're doing great."

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So long as any of my characters are legible to be entered, I'm interested too.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 17, 2018, 05:40:12 PM »
Dropping the empty magazine on the floor in exchange for a new one, Jocelyn's hair picked up similar to Prism's, flowing like a blonde cape in a wind tunnel. "If I clip any of the targets under these conditions I will eat one of those flowers you gave me." she muttered under her breath, eyes only for the targets now nearly flapping in the breeze.

Divvying up the seven bullets for each target, she lined up her scope with the body of the first, squeezed off, then repeated the process for the other two targets without looking at her results. No noise from Prism so far, so...dropping the rifle to waist level, she surveyed the field. The very first thing she laid eyes on was a clean bullet hole through the first Beowolf's head, followed by a missing leg for the second and a clipped ear for the last. "Please tell me you didn't hear that."

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