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Beacon Academy / Re: [sSR] Initation: Team LILY
« Last post by Xarias Fury on Today at 02:53:56 AM »
Lavender launched into the air the second Headmaster Alban passed by. The speech was inspiring, and the threats worrying, but it was drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat.

Thump thump thump. She couldn't tell if the loudness was all in her head, but nobody seemed to pay any mind. Maybe it was the collective sound of all their heartbeats, sounding in unison to the challenge ahead.

Brandishing her shield, Lavender unleashed a torrent of steam from behind her, propelling her forwards passed most of the trees and towards a clearing. A perfect spot just outside the wall of trees. She braced herself and shot more steam under her, using her semblance to thicken the cloud and soften her fall. A violet hue shone across the cloud and the steam condensed, thickening into a coalescence of vapor and aura before Lavender landed into it riding her shield. It was more a crash than a slide. She tumbled out of the cloud before regaining her footing and skid away from the cloud, waiting a few seconds to release her semblance. Steam exploded behind her and she could feel the heat while using the force to slide even further away.

"Another happy landing." She said, hopping off her shield into a run and brandishing her spear. "Now where are the Jade relics?"

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Beacon Academy / Re: [sSR] Initation: Team TBD
« Last post by MonsterManic on Today at 02:04:30 AM »
The headmaster's speech - at least she guessed it was the headmaster, given his authoritative attire and manner of speech - almost went completely unheard in Tina's ears, along with most of the background noise that the people around her were making. Only a dull, humming buzz in her ears remained as she stared at the wide, expansive Emerald Forest that seemed to go on forever and ever. The beauty of the lush, green forest canopy would surely have been appreciated by anyone... if only she wasn't on the verge of a panic attack.

Of course she knew what was coming. Find a partner, get the relic of the day, go home. It seemed simple enough in her imagination - until she saw the sheer number of potential candidates for Hunters in training, all with their unique quirky clothing and array of diverse, strange armaments - and her brain went Sorry, I'm not dealing with all this. Only the thought of being viewed as inadequately prepared stopped her from huddling up into a ball on the spot where she stood, on the edge of a towering cliff. If anyone gave her so much as a nudge, she would probably just topple over.

She got far more than a nudge as the launch pad under her feet triggered and she was rocketed into the air, limbs flailing and screaming in fear. Onlookers or even the closest student would probably be left wondering "What a strange bird" as Tina reached the apex of her flight and started plummeting.

At this point, the usual Hunter would pull some suitably epic piece of equipment out of their belt to break their fall or alter their velocity to a safe level, or just straight-up start flying with their flashy semblances to control the wind, etc etc. Her plan was far simpler, one borne out of necessity and lack of options: pray. Fortunately, the canopy was thick enough from years of unimpeded growth that Tina was basically guaranteed to not hit the ground instantly and turn into a meat puddle, but branches, leaves and vines didn't make a nice comfy mattress either, especially if you were travelling at high speeds like she was.

Without her Aura, she'd definitely have taken on some lasting damage - broken arm, twisted ankle, something along those lines. Instead, she fell out of a tree and landed on her butt, her clothing and hair adorned with a crown of disheveled leaves. Wincing and rubbing her rear, Tina shakily got to her feet and half-stumbled, half limped over to the nearest tree, using it as support before pulsing her Semblance to find the nearest moving human. Once she was sure it was actually a living, moving person and not some Grimm, she started heading in that direction, away from the cliff.
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Beacon Academy / Re: [sSR] Initation: Team TBD
« Last post by nathan67003 on August 13, 2022, 04:27:34 PM »
Nathan scratched at his beard - he'd once again been too lazy to shave that morning and the hairs weren't annoying enough yet, anyway. Glancing around, he took in the initiation venue's sights: Fellow students milling about noisily (one was playing... guitar?), professors eyeing them up, the Sun well above the horizon and occasionally obscured by clouds, the air fresh with the forest's night. A decent morning, all in all.

Crossing his arms when he arrived at his designated spot, he simply stared out at the forest sprawling beyond the cliff face, attempting to spot anything that could possibly be of significance. He only turned away when the headmaster began his speech. Which was mercifully brief and packed with all the necessary info; partner, ruin, relic, survive. The speech finished, he turned back towards the forest and concluded that there was nothing to glance from the vista. Nice tree cover though, he sure liked the colour.

Uncrossing his arms and bending his knees slightly in preparation for the incoming launch, he mentally reviewed his supply prep from earlier and concluded everything was in order. The students had quieted down now, save for the guitarist whose mellow melody turned to metal as it departed the ground, following him. The pads were activating closer and closer, until his turn came, at which time he was unceremoniously catapulted towards the Emerald Forest.

Barely managing to keep the position he wanted in mid-air, as he neared the inflexion point of his course, he fired Ergia for a few seconds to gain some ground. He had no idea where the ruins were, but they likely weren't that close to the cliff. After the aforementioned few seconds were up, he let his body spin forward until he was once again in a 'standing' position, then spun his arms to keep the rotation from continuing. As the canopy rushed towards him, he once again fired Ergia, slowing his descent to a speed he could easily absorb by rolling once he got to the ground, which he did.

Taking his weapon off its harness and into his hands, the staff's poles extended as he broke into a light jog heading forward, senses keen to any unusual noises. Yeah, starting the day by running in the golden-green shade of a cool forest was definitely nice.
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Beacon Academy / Re: [sSR] Initation: Team TBD
« Last post by Kaliot on August 13, 2022, 02:04:37 PM »
A hooded girl swayed to and fro, movements smooth and deliberate with her weapon in hand, to some music that another student was playing. It might've been hard to tell what was going through the girl's mind, but the faint smirk on her face told the tale if one managed to catch it.

As Alban stepped up to the podium, Pyre ceased her dance and her eyes became intensely focused. She dug her weapon into the ground, material be damned, and listened intently to his speech. As it concluded and students started getting launched, Pyre starting shifting her feet awaiting for her turn. When their eyes met, she muttered "Showtime~" as the smirk reappeared on her face. She gave him a peppy salute before she found herself flying through the air. She closed her eyes, spread her arms, and let her senses overwhelm her consciousness for the time being.

Rounding of the apex of her flight, Pyre regained command. She quickly eyed the ruins placed her weapon beneath her feet. Her mouth briefly scrunched off to the side of her face and her eyes focused themselves onto the forest below. Pyre activated the flame thrust on her weapon and pointed almost straight down as if planning to play chicken with the ground. She found the clearest spot she could and altered her flight angle slightly before flipping her weapon to slow her descent for a landing. Pyre painted a circle of char as she spiraled above the ground to stabilize herself horizontally before disengaging the thrust and landing smack dab in the middle of her masterpiece.

Pyre looked around, a hand on her hip, and made sure there was no threat of a forest fire. Satisfied, she looked back toward the cliff to adjust her sense of direction before heading off in the opposite direction.

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Beacon Academy / Re: [sSR] Initation: Team TBD
« Last post by Aethon Shaan on August 13, 2022, 12:36:29 PM »
Cyrus was one of the latest to arrive at the initiation still recovering from a late night of last-minute training. This left the giant moving groggily as he stepped into position, azure wings loose and hanging open. As the headmaster gave his address Cyrus only half paid attention focusing instead more on his guitar. The simple but haunting G major and C sharp cords accompanied by Cyrus’s deep humming filled the air. As the music progressed Cyrus’ posture slowly improved so by the time he would be launched in the air he looked almost like a huntsman in training.

When Cyrus was finally launched in the air his guitar’s amp ramped up to full gear shredding the same cord progressions with the more traditional metal growl. This was just for the aesthetic however, just as his guitar’s amps powered up so it’s dust vents releasing Cyrus’ not-so-patented ‘fly dust,’ a combination of fire, gravity and air dust. This combined with Cyrus’ massive wings let him easily get clear of the pack of his fellow students and perhaps could have flown all the way to the ruins but in the end the giant decided to turn back.

He recalled the headmaster talking about partnering up and having to fight through the undergrowth to reclaim some sort of relic. Cyrus may have been willing to give up a chance to find a partner but he would never give up a chance to fight some Grimm. Continuing his increasing complex shred as Cyrus dove low the giant left an obvious path of scorching on his way through the canopy and undergrowth. Just for hitting the ground Cyrus tilted up ending his dive with one last cord, a summersault and a fire-wreathed pose worthy of an album cover.

Out of breath more from excitement than exhaustion Cyrus gulped down the forest air, finally feeling awake as he drew his two giant khopesh’s. The Peacock Faunus took a very direct path towards the ruins carving his way through trees or boulders or anything else in his path. This combined with Cyrus’ loud entrance meant the giant had definitely drawn unwanted attention, the wide grin on his face showed this was entirely on purpose.
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Beacon Academy / Re: [sSR] Initation: Team CLVS
« Last post by Metroidhunter on August 13, 2022, 11:04:14 AM »
Amongst the row of students waiting in anticipation was Cloe, a blonde-haired canine faunus with a grin on her face and a pep in her step. She jogged in place atop her launch pad, unable to keep still as the seconds counted down. Turning her head to the left and then the right, Cloe looked to see if she could spot any potential partners amongst her fellow students. Some of them were cool. Some were hot. Some were... not. But with only a few seconds remaining, she accepted that she would just have to run around and hope for the best.

'Three, two, one. Go!' The pad under Cloe's feet let out a loud bang right as she pushed off of it, propelling her into the air. Her adrenaline surged as the wind rushed past her ears, but she didn't feel her confidence waver for a moment.

"Wooooh!" The girl let out a gleeful cheer as she neared the apex of her jump, marveled by the view of the forest canopy. She wished that she had more time to enjoy the scenery, but as she began to fall, she was forced to refocus her attention on landing properly. Her gaze fell on a tall yet skinny tree, one that she felt totally confident she could catch herself with. Without a moment to think further, Cloe extended both of her prosthetic steel arms as she soared past, hands crashing into wood and fingers gripping hard enough to splinter it. Her aura took the brunt of the impact, but the rest of her body's momentum continued, causing the tree to bend and suddenly snap.

"Oh shit!"

Cloe immediately found herself in a freefall, a slight sense of panic coming over her as she started to plummet the rest of the way down. This was supposed to be the easy part, and she had already screwed it up. Awesome. After a wee bit of flailing, Cloe managed to reorient herself just in time to see the ground rapidly approaching. She fully extended her body to let her feet make contact first, allowing her to partially break her fall with a sloppy tuck and roll. Momentum carried her forward onto stumbling feet until she finally steadied herself.

'... Nobody saw. Nobody saw. Nobody saw...' That was what she continued to tell herself as she started to jog away like nothing happened, her eyes darting around the forest to make sure of it.
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Beacon Academy / Re: [sSR] Initation: Team CLVS
« Last post by ReaperJoe on August 12, 2022, 09:21:46 PM »
Lucas checked his gear again. It was fifth time he had done so since arriving at the cliff, and, like every time before, everything was in its place. The dust was filled to capacity, the parts of his weapon all moved the way they should, and he was wearing appropriate underwear. Everything was adequate, just like it was the last time he checked--just like it was when he left this morning. He knew everything was fine before he even made his check, but that was never the point.

Lucas was nervous. He was about to be thrown into the a monster-infested woods with a bunch of other "hunters-in-training", whom at this point Lucas would consider little better than armed civilians. Lucas included himself in that assessment as well, of course; he was no hypocrite. His "integrity", however, also betrayed his lack of confidence. Say what one will about the vainglorious moxie of the other initiates, their swagger may keep their morale just high enough to survive what this forest will inevitably throw at them. Lucas had scoffed at his classmates' foolhardy confidence when he first arrived, but now part of him wished he had another year of training before coming to this precipice...

Lucas clapped his cheeks and shook those thoughts away. He had trained for this. He was ready. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't. If the other students wielded arrogance, then he would intelligence. He would hide, sneak, and subvert any obstacles in his way. Those were his strengths, and he knew how to play to them.

It was at this moment that the man at the podium (was he a professor? A hunter? He definitely acted like the students should know who he is) began to elucidate the nature of their test, and Lucas's heart rose at the objective. A retrieval mission! Lucas thought. Get in, grab the item, and get out. It was a mission well-suited for stealth tactics, which meant that it was right in Lucas's wheelhouse.

There were other details in the speech, platitudes about adaptation and teamwork, but they weren't important right now. Lucas was solely focused on the objective, trying to figure out the best way to locate and approach the ruins. His nerves were gone, his mind now occupied by tactics and stratagems. He could do this.

Lucas slipped into a ready stance, his mind already anticipating the beats between the launches of each student. A few scant moments later, and he could hear the plate underneath him ticking away, counting down the time before his own launch. At the last second, the other remaining students would see Lucas engulfed in a stark white light before his panel shot him into the air, and just as quickly as it appeared, the light vanished.

Lucas, who had used kinetic dust with his semblance to accentuate the panel's launch, was now soaring through the air at a greater height and speed than the majority of his peers. He wasn't simply trying to show off, however. He had used his semblance for two reasons. First, he figured he would have a lot of ground to cover. If he could reduce that amount with a small expenditure of dust, so be it. More importantly, however, he wanted to get as good of a bird's eye view of the area as possible. He didn't know where these ruins were, and he would only have a very brief moment in the air to study the surrounding area. If he could reach high enough to pinpoint his objective, that would be great.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything that matched the description of "ruins" from his vantage point. Though he was far above them, the trees were still very tall, and their leaves blanketed much of his view. There were a few clearings he could spy here and there, but that data would only serve to narrow down the possibilities, not pinpoint it outright.

Still, that information was better than nothing, he supposed, and he forced his attention towards more immediate concerns as he felt his stomach lurch. He was now falling, and he had to find a good spot to land, and fast. Looking ahead of his trajectory, it looked like he was going to land face-first into trees no matter what he did at this point--there weren't any clearings close enough to be worth diverting his current course. That was fine by him, though.

Calling his semblance once more, the spectral lantern appeared at his side, its light still glowing stark white, signifying that he was still using kinetic dust. As a result, the force of gravity was increased, and Lucas hurtled even faster towards the earth. He didn't call his semblance to accelerate his demise, however. Pulling out his weapon, the windows of Sophist's Lantern spun until it settled on a green-colored container--wind dust. Holding his weapon out below him, the window opened, and a gust of air spewed forth. The resulting kickback from the gust slowed Lucas's descent, the effect amplified by his semblance, and after a few seconds, Lucas descended below the tree tops at a much more reasonable speed.

Landing on a tree branch, Lucas used his remaining momentum to hop lower and lower, kicking off of what purchase he could find, until he finally rolled to the ground. When he finally stopped, he was on one knee, his weapon in sniper form as he surveyed his surroundings, wary of an attack. He was in the thick of it now, and he would not be caught by surprise.
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Character Editing / Re: Diana Levone
« Last post by Vision on August 12, 2022, 06:52:59 PM »
Edit: Changed last name from Farran to Levone
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Beacon Academy / [sSR] Initation: Team TBD
« Last post by Vision on August 12, 2022, 06:48:05 PM »
As the students had been lined up at the edge of the Beacon cliffs a tall and well-built figure approached the podium, Alban Inverno, the headmaster of Beacon. While he did not introduce himself the sense of authority emanating from his movements was enough to inform those who did not recognize him.

“Adaptation” he let the word hang in the air as silence fell on the students “is perhaps the most fundamental quality of those who survive in our profession. It is a trait that is rarely tested through education, whether at school or at home, and one you can no longer afford to be ignorant of." He spoke in a calm, dispassionate tone. "When you land in the forest, the first person you make eye contact with will be your partner for your time at Beacon. They will be your partner until you graduate, drop out, or die. We will not entertain any requests to alter partners. So, adapt.”

He gestured at the forest before continuing “Below us is the Emerald forest, for your initiation each pair is required to venture into the ruins within it, claim a jade relic and return to the cliff. There will be opposition along the way, and you will have to fight for your survival. We are monitoring you, but our instructors will not be in a position to intervene. Remember that huntsmen and huntresses are not simple exterminators of Grimm but protectors of the people, today you will only be protected by your peers.“

A slight tone of excitement could be heard in his voice as he concluded with “Prepare yourselves.”

Slowly the professor studied each student individually, some were focused on the forest, others meet his eyes, and just as his gaze moved to the next student the previous one was launched into the air.
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Beacon Academy / [sSR] Initation: Team LILY
« Last post by Vision on August 12, 2022, 06:46:30 PM »
As the students had been lined up at the edge of the Beacon cliffs a tall and well-built figure approached the podium, Alban Inverno, the headmaster of Beacon. While he did not introduce himself the sense of authority emanating from his movements was enough to inform those who did not recognize him.

“Adaptation” he let the word hang in the air as silence fell on the students “is perhaps the most fundamental quality of those who survive in our profession. It is a trait that is rarely tested through education, whether at school or at home, and one you can no longer afford to be ignorant of." He spoke in a calm, dispassionate tone. "When you land in the forest, the first person you make eye contact with will be your partner for your time at Beacon. They will be your partner until you graduate, drop out, or die. We will not entertain any requests to alter partners. So, adapt.”

He gestured at the forest before continuing “Below us is the Emerald forest, for your initiation each pair is required to venture into the ruins within it, claim a jade relic and return to the cliff. There will be opposition along the way, and you will have to fight for your survival. We are monitoring you, but our instructors will not be in a position to intervene. Remember that huntsmen and huntresses are not simple exterminators of Grimm but protectors of the people, today you will only be protected by your peers.“

A slight tone of excitement could be heard in his voice as he concluded with “Prepare yourselves.”

Slowly the professor studied each student individually, some were focused on the forest, others meet his eyes, and just as his gaze moved to the next student the previous one was launched into the air.
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