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Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: Today at 08:17:04 PM »
'I wouldn't suppose you would like a proper drink now?' Calen remarked as he took two cylinders of ice dust out of his pack and wrapped them in cloth. Parsing one to Amane Calen set his second pack on Prisms injured foot. 'Can you calm down please? Only one of us here deliberately shoots themselves in the foot and it isn't the bird' Calen continued not looking up at Smokey as he turned to leave the shooting range. The lack of blood meant the worse hadn't happened, She must have gotten her aura up before the blast cut through her clothes.' Calen thought to himself, impressive reaction but considering how on edge she had gotten just before her aura may have been up before.

'If she is unresponsive I can carry her up to sick bay, it's probably just a concussion but that means she should be resting. And the shooting range isn't the best place for that.' Calen offered after fastening his ice pack over the injured foot. 'Or maybe just her dorm, you two are in the same team right Amane?' Calen asked. The whole episode was very unexpected and Calen was replaying the event back in his head trying to find a trigger but wasn't successful given what he had to go on. At least I technically didn't lose our challenge. Calen thought to himself taking some small solace still the disappointment sat heavy on his chest of a lost challenge, well there is always next time.

'If you have somewhere else to be Master Smokey don't let us keep you but don't feel obliged to leave. Even if it only to have another voice explaining why you weapon has left holes in the shooting range, and not on the targets.' Calen called out hoping to catch the fellow first year before he got through the door after noticing the chunky lad wasn't nearby.

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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Writing Prompts
« on: Today at 08:10:41 AM »
Canonish: Basic Training. Saffron de Cortez (Maybe one day I can write one of these without using combat as a plot point.)

The sound of the alarm was the first thing I heard in the morning, it was the first thing I heard every morning since joining Atlas Academy. 'Basic training' they called it, I couldn't help but cringe at the thought, If this is what they call basic I can't imagine what the academy proper will be like.' It hurt to move but punishments for being late to mess would hurt more and they would be applied to our entire room some, to put it lightly weren't thrilled to be bunking with a Faunus in the first place. Appeasing racists and minimising pain weren't originally my reasons for joining the Academy and it was soul-crushing how quickly they had risen up the list.

Mornings started with breakfast and a briefing of the days activities, a good mixture of complex carbohydrates, proteins, healthy fat, and fruit keep the would-be-students on their feet until lunch, I ate slowly having learnt early on the dangers of going into combat exercises with an overfull stomach and that gave me plenty of time to talk to my newly made friends. Quite a few Faunus had originally joined this three-month program but with all the dropouts only a handful remained. 'More empty seats.' I remarked as I walked over trying my hardest to inject some degree of positivity in the words. It seemed to work, earning a few weak grins as one of the only pleasures we had left was surpassing our human fellows. Particularly those who didn't think we belonged. the thought pervaded my mind unbidden, the previous weeks had made me bitter and I could only hope it was temporary, it wouldn't do to become a specialist and lose myself in the process.

'Including that jack off from dorm three, handsy motherf---' Iolanthe, a wolf Faunus, began with a little too much glee before I interrupted her with a stern glance. There was an understanding of the racial split, why it occurs, and what was probably said behind closed doors but carrying on in public wasn't a good idea considering how outnumbered we were. Huffing the younger girl tried to explain herself while at least lowering her voice to lessen the chance of discovery. 'Well it's true. And it's not like any of the instructors will miss him either, he was the only one slower than Gradon.' Gradon, a dove Faunus sitting at the end of the table, didn't like the comparison regardless of how correct it was considering he couldn't reply with his mouth too full of food. 'Fast enough to slip through your guard Iol, now if that was an Ursa you wouldn't be so mean hearted.' I responded food, coffee, and company had managed to lift my spirits back to banter level. Iolanthe could only stick out her tongue in response getting a louder than it earned burst of laughter. 'If you are still standing after today I could help you cover that, I can promise I... have a more considerate touch.' I kept going keeping our little island of laughter alive regardless of how obnoxious it became but Iolanthe nodded much to the dismay of both of us knowing how exhausted we would be by the end of the day.

The main doors slammed open with an echoing bang silencing all talk in the hall as the head instructors entered and starting giving the outline for today. More of the same really, two hours of brawling, three hours of running followed for a break for lunch then finishing with two hours of theory, aura training, and weights. Hardly the hardest day in the five weeks I have been here already, shuddering at the memory of a twelve-hour super session purely focused on cardio. Small injuries mounted up quickly though, an 'overly passionate' sparring partner left my arm throbbing after she had already yielded and I sprained my ankle on the first turn of the running course. Stopping would have meant my fellows would have to carry me and I would rather hop along on one leg than face that embarrassment. The theory provided some degree of rest but I could hardly afford to slack off as lessons where frequently rolled into the following day's physical activities. And then came the draining aura and weight training, never too exhausted to complete the activities I sadistically enjoyed these last sessions when everyone else was giving up or at least not giving 100% gave me more time to shine. Not that I shined particularly bright at the best of time but I was getting noticed, sometimes even in a positive manner.

I met up with Iolanthe in the hour after dinner but before curfew, free time and we were using it to beat each other up, I'd laugh if it didn't hurt. Starting with a few basic grapples to loosen ourselves up we moved into open brawling. Iolanthe was quicker but dealt with the exhaustion worse leaving me with a pretty big advantage but the wiry wolf Faunus had caused more than a few upsets since basic training started. As we continued Iolanthe started better able to predict my moves, not exposing herself instead of exploiting weaknesses in my own form as I tried to establish grabs. It will always be a humbling experience being knocked down by someone you have half a foot on but in the end, stamina won out. We called it there, I had snuck some snacks from dinner down here to make sure we would go to sleep with something in our bellies. After a few failed attempts of conversation I resigned to let the half-meal pass in silence, we could talk once we rested.

Content to give the wolf Faunus the lion share of the spoils I got up to leave, I could almost hear my bed calling me through the exhaustion haze which had well and truly set in. 'So why are you here?' Iolanthe asked spread out like a starfish. The question threw me, I had an answer or at least I thought I did but it was far more personal than our usual fare. I...I believe in Atlas; it's the future, the only way we are going to survive and I want to be apart of that, I want us to be apart of that.' I responded slowly brushing my quills before walking back over to Iolanthe and sitting next to her. 'What about you?' I asked awkwardly not sure if that was how one of my few friends wanted to conversation to go. 'I think I forgot.' The wolf Faunus responded lethargically, fidgeting slightly against the metal floor.

I took her hand in my own and cradled it close to my chest as my mind whirled thinking of a proper response. 'Your parents are miners in Mantle right?' I began and Iolanthe gave the smallest of nods, it wasn't a big guess considering I was the only Faunus I knew who wasn't. 'For them then, we could make their lives better and repay them for the sacrifices they have made.' I reasoned. Not getting a response I assumed I must have said the wrong thing and got up to leave but Iolanthe didn't let go of my hand. 'Can you stay? Just for a little longer.' She asked barely audible. Settling back down I pulled the limp girl into my lap and started to sing softly trying not to notice the tears rolling down her cheeks. There had been a mine accident a few days ago and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

We must have sat like that for hours, luckily I had mountains of songs to pull from including sagas of fallen heroes my father taught me, lullabies my mother once sang to me, alternate songs which had caught my fancy over the years and more. I don't know at what point Iolanthe fell asleep but she looked so peaceful I couldn't stand the thought of disrupting her. So I sat there through the night on the rigid cold floor, the worse night of sleep I had ever had but I felt more rejuvenated in the morning than I had in a long time. When Iolanthe finally awoke she was very apologetic but I waved it all away explaining that she had helped me as much as I her, she didn't understand of course but that was OK it was for me. We sparred together several more times throughout basic training and beyond, more often than not ending with me singing Iolanthe to sleep in my arms. Even after her late growth spurt caused Iolanthe to eclipse me in size much to the wolf's taunting and my dismay. Rumours abound, of course, it's impossible to keep a secret with people you spend every waking moment with but they are only that, rumours.

As the years pass we have less and less time to ourselves but we always try to keep the second Tuesday of every month free. There is a small cafe with a little-secluded alcove and live music, after our fight, we would have a meal then I sing along until the musicians retire for the night. Then I would I play Iolanthe whatever I had learnt in the previous month as well as a few old favourites. The owner is a friend and enjoys closing to the sounds of music letting us leave whenever we are ready, normally in the dark hours of the morning. Iolanthe having one of the best nights of sleep she has ever had and me with a renewed sense of purpose.

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Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: July 17, 2018, 09:27:52 AM »
'Then don't shoot at the trees genius, but if you are sure I'll leave you to your craft and barnyard sized Grimm.' Calen responded slightly annoyed. Most of that vanished when Prism managed to finally hit the target after however many shots it took. Although Calen is rather dismissive of the whole firearms thing the faunus's enthusiasm was rather hard to ignore completely. Cracking as small smile as Smokey increased the challenge Calen took out his scroll mostly to check the time and left Prism and Smokey alone for a bit and went back to his own practicing.

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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)

Fwoosh.

Swash. Grunt. Clink.

Thump. Klump.

Clang…...Slap


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.

Thump……..Crump.


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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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?

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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