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General Discussion / Echoes of Remnant
« on: April 29, 2017, 02:33:10 AM »
So I've finally gotten around to doing what I said I'd do here. I've gotten the first chapter of my majestic (shitty) epic (stupidly convoluted) fanfiction based on the shit I did with friends while I was active up to Fanfiction.net.

What does this mean for most of you? Not a damn thing. But, as promised, I did link (well I tried, at least it has the site's name on it, still learning the ropes) to here in the Summary so maybe we'll get new members out of this.

This is it below:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12467889/1/Echoes-of-Remnant-Chapter-One-A-Lad-About-Town

Check back in this thread for updates or if you have questions/commentary/kvetching, as it only took me since Christmas to get this first bit up.



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So I'm done roleplaying on this site. Period.

It's actually been a long time coming. I've found that I don't like being beholden to other's schedules, and while I love the collaboration, and the writing I've done here, it's become a black morass for me. I get excited about posts and plots but actually doing them is torment. Plus, the rule of cool is trumped by the rule of playing well with others, which while I respect it and obey it, can hamper writing in some ways.

So I'm done posting in RP threads as of this post. If you need help writing my characters out of stuff ask and I'll point you in the right direction. I just can't anymore, it's making me hate something I normally enjoy above most things.

But I'm not leaving. See, I like the stories we could still make together. I like the stuff I had planned. So I thought, why not keep that. To that end, I'll be on a few times a week to talk to people, because I want to write my characters. I'd also like to have some of your characters involved. The plot won't particularly follow the site's, and I'll be doing most if not all of the writing. I'm not entirely sure how things will work yet, although I figure a heavy dose of input from the writers of characters I have permission to use will go a long way toward making something beautiful.

Have my apologies for abruptness, expect contacts to those of you I want permissions from in the future, and look forward to what I put out for you all to read.

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The Vale Region / Re: Bombs over Vale [Open]
« on: December 16, 2016, 01:15:12 AM »
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Language warning for Cherry


Jack was just starting to glisten with sweat when he overheard one of the victims bawl about their baby still being inside. Well, no time for a breather now. As the most vulture-like of the reporters zeroed in on the distraught woman, a slightly overweight cat faunus near-drowning in her own tears, Jack beat them to the punch. Yanking his shirt from his pocket, he calmly wiped away her tears as the cameras swung his way yet again. He was careful not to face them as if he were putting on a show, and gave all his attention to the woman he was now holding the shoulders of.

"Miss..." women loved being called that, it made them feel young even if they weren't...,"You said your baby was still trapped inside? I promise you I can get up there, what apartment are they in?"

"4B! Oh, she's only three, I'd just come out to get the mail, she's all by herself! Hurry! Gods save her, hurry!"

"Miss, just tell me her name, and I'll have her back in a minute." he went on, his voice rock-steady and honeyed.

"Chysanthemum, just call her Chrissy, she's a cat like me..." the woman burbled, calming as Jack put every effort into soothing her.

"Hang tight, I've got this!" he cried, giving her a thumbs up and a winning smile over his shoulder at her. He dashed over to a ladder truck that was positioning itself to better combat the blaze, and blinked his way to the edge of the ladder. Perching at its rising edge, he leaped from it just as the fireman started bringing the hose up from below, cannonballing himself through a window and letting his aura deal with the glass. Once inside he was almost overwhelmed by the choking heat, not to mention the smoke, and he wound up tearing his shirt to make an impromptu mask. 4B, 4B, 4B...where the hell is it...Well, there was a 4 on the door, the blast must have knocked the B loose. He kicked the door in and rushed forward, only to find...a dead bird girl and a puking Dogmeat. Fighting the urge to sympathy hurl, he decided to get his attention.

"Yo Saggio! Fancy meeting you here! Say, before we get out of here, I've got a kid to find. Think your ears can hear someone call back to us over this roar?" he shouted, trying to make himself heard over the din of the flames and the sirens outside.



Cherry wasn't thinking terribly clearly right about now. The smoke was getting to her, her semblance was getting to her, the fact that someone had probably set off an explosion in a faunus neighborhood was getting to her...she was a mess, and she looked it. Her ponytails had long since torn loose from their bindings, and her hair was everywhere. The skirt was torn in a dozen places, her mesh gloves were all but tatters, and everywhere she was covered in soot and grime. And still she powered her way up the side of the building, again and again, while that big Murk guy took care of the bottom floor. Actually, he wasn't running in anymore. She spied him lumbering over toward Cheri, that bitch, who was waving and jumping up and down about something. Wait, she was waving at her! Fucking what? Not now you silly cunt! There were...oh...she was trying to get Marlon to lift something. Oh fuck.

"Fucking shitballs." she hissed, and pushed off the wall, leaping as far as she could towards them just as Jack Fuckholebone smashed through the window she'd been hanging near.



Marlon wasn't tired by any means. No sir. He plugged on like a juggernaut, smashing in doors or through barriers where necessary, using his aura shielding to become a living battering ram. In some cases he locked it and allowed firemen to carry people out as he formed a human brace or shield, whatever they needed to do their jobs. When he came back into the light for about the tenth time, he was barely recognizable from all the ash and soot. Well, if you'd never seen him at work in his forge, that is. He wiped his brow and saw Cheri hollerin' at him, no, for him, to come on over. Taking a wild gander at what she might be needing, he jogged off, ready to put his brawn to use all over again.

One thing was for sure, he hadn't exactly expected to see this much death in Vale. Home was one thing, but Vale...Vale was like a paradise by comparison. And yet here he was, in paradise, surrounded by blood and fire. Hell...Shaking the thought off, he reached Cheri, and waited for an explanation.



Her ears straining, Cheri searched among the rubble as Jack and the paramedics worked. Every so often she glanced up and saw Dr. Holliday at a different stretcher, his suit coat cast off and his sleeves rolled up high, away from his bloodstained forearms. He was working quickly, and his shirt was soaked through with sweat. She was barely keeping it together herself with what little blood she was seeing...how in the world could he even stand it? Her stomach flip-flopped a little, and she almost missed the sound of shifting rubble beneath her feet. She paused. That wasn't just shifting rubble. It was a steady, frantic scratching. She crouched down, placing an ear to the slab of concrete beneath her. Someone was trying to dig!

"Hey! Can you hear me!?" she called, as loud as she could. The scratching intensified, and what to anyone else might have been only muffled screams came through as distinct, though still dampened voices. Two kids. An adult. Maybe a fourth, it was too weak to tell. "Just hold on, we're going to get you out!"

Where was someone who could lift this giant thing? Man, to be able to use aura right now...She strained for a second, as foolish as it was, and got nowhere. She tried digging around it a little, and had her aura fixing some scraped up hands for her abortive efforts. Wait, there was Marlon! And Cherry! They were strong! She began jumping up and down, shouting for them to come over. Marlon got there first, and listened to her explanation before starting to heft, his muscles bulging with the effort. Cherry arrived in a near crash-landing, looking worse for wear, silently flipped her off, and let her semblance do the talking. With her help, they had the slab up in no time at all. Cherry actually held the whole thing up as Marlon carried out the badly crushed father, the fourth voice Cheri had had trouble hearing, and Cheri got the wife and kids moving, doing everything in her power not to simultaneously cry and vomit at the sight of the mutilated man. They would have all died down in that partially collapsed basement, the wife said.

She couldn't handle it. She really couldn't. But she kept searching, through the tears, and after she'd been sick behind an ambulance. Marlon held her hair while he took a breather, and rubbed her back. Gods, this was all so horrible...how was he just standing there, as strong as ever...


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Old Tournaments / Re: First Year 1v1 2nd Round: Jack V Juno [Limited: 2/8]
« on: December 14, 2016, 11:47:28 PM »
Alright, so Vert really did know what he was doing. Good to know, good to know.

Jack serenely contemplated these now concrete facts as his body sailed through the air before crashing hard into the ground. Skilled, decently fast, and strong. That would have knocked the wind out of him if he hadn't been ready. Instead, he lay there with the most annoyingly calm look on his face as he watched the man's heel raise to drive down at his unprotected belly. Until he snapped his legs up and rolled into a flip so that the downward kick plowed a small furrow in the dirt instead.

"DID YOU SEE THAT? REFLEXES LIKE A LIVING GOD!?" Honoria screamed, her hands clutching at the sides of her face. Victoria looked at her askance. Ember was still not present. Orabel was ogling her boyfriend through binoculars.

Casually landing in a cat-like stance on the balls of his feet as music once again begin to play, he moved forward, sliding across the ground like water sluicing downhill.

"Man I love Community College!" Johnny Boy said, having hacked into the sound system again. Red nearly fell out of his seat laughing.

Jack's fluid charge had him fake left, then right, and finally drive straight for the center, all with flawless form and with his semblance glowing. When he struck it was like a thunderbolt, an explosive snapping drive with his leading heel going almost straight up, to power through guards and into Vert's chin. It was followed by a quick drop and away from that leg which brought him partially around into a jab to the neck through the hopefully broken guard, then as many punches as he could fire off into the soft spots of an unprotected torso.

"ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND!"  he shouted, which seemed to fit. Odd.

Honoria simply howled wordlessly.

Red stood up, roaring in disbelief. "AAAH! ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND!? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! NO ONE'S EVER MANAGED TO SUMMON HIM!"

Johnny Boy stared. "Uh...did you find my stash or something brah?"

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Jack's Aura: 92%, Chin Kick DMG: 25% and disorientation, Neck Jab: 10%, Unrealistic Storm of Torso Strikes: 30% depending on how many find their target. Again, alter as you please, I'll be okay with whatever you dodge/block

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Cherry's ears flattened against her head dangerously as her tail came up to brush ever-so-teasingly against's Nathan's cheek. A fanged smile split the bottom half of her face at the humor of Mauve's indignant look.

"Oh I already knew he was your boy. I'm just keen on sharing nice things. You can have Knives for night, if you can find him. Or maybe my lawyer, a suit's more your style anyway, as gross as Cobalt is. Or Gun, if you;re the homewrecking kind. I don't think you have the balls, though." she cackled, her impressive grip keeping her prey from squirming loose. She didn't really care if he was enjoying himself, as long as she was. "It'd be an upgrade for sure, he'd see what a full-blood bitch can do for once. Don't look so shocked, I can smell half-breed stink a mile away."

Her eyes flicked toward Nathan's. "Don't deny it, you'd walk on the wild side if I let you..." she purred, leaning in by his ear. Maybe she'd even get Mauve to slap her, and then she could put her through the wall in self-defense!

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The Vale Region / Re: Recovery ward (semi-open PM for invite)
« on: December 13, 2016, 11:48:10 AM »
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Language. It's about to get wild.


"You know, does everyone just forget that we can sense aura? Yeah in a real fight tagging the other guy when he drops his to power up is a...Ki, are you okay?" Jack stopped then as whoever that girl Ki had followed outside came back in, dragging Ki with her. Man, that girl was a wreck, the other woman was just kind of pushing her along like a display mannequin. As much as he wanted to give Batgirl more of a blistering response, he knew it would look bad not to show concern over the emotionally tattered state of his friend. He took a step away from Batgirl, and was in the act of raising a hand towards Ki when she started talking.

Her voice was low at first, tired, almost helpless. That changed quickly. Outside, she'd barely registered what Sapphire had been saying, and just sort of gone with the flow to be brought back in. Only in snatches had she caught what that Catamaran guy had been saying, or what Mauve was trying to do, but she had heard enough to know the important thing. They were trying to justify what Nathan had done, excuse it, wash it away with neat and tidy explanations. Wouldn't that be perfect, you pretty pretty princess, just to have everything look as flawless as you were trying to? The sudden spark of anger galvanized her.

"You can't be serious. This has to be a joke, right?" she muttered, her eyes on the floor, her head shaking. "One big fucking joke. You can't honestly be doing this right now, here, in front of him, lying there!" she hissed, her voice strangled and rising as she pointed viciously at the unconscious Gray. "Dammit Mauve! Cheri always talks about how great you are, why the fuck would she be wrong!?" she cried. "How can you be here, trying to tell me it's alright, it's okay, your friend could have died but these FUCKING ACCIDENTS, they just FUCKING HAPPEN, oh, HOW SAD. WELL YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT, YOU STUCK-UP LITTLE BITCH!" she screamed, her voice an agonized, enraged howl.

"IT'S FUCKING HORRIFYING THAT YOU CAN EVEN STAND HERE AND TRY AND PLAY KISSYFACE WITH US BECAUSE YOUR BOY TOY DOESN'T HAVE THE BALLS TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEING A KILLER HIMSELF!" she was in the smaller girl's face now, slapping away Jack's supportive and somewhat restraining hands, ignoring his pleading expression. "GODSDAMMIT SAPPHIRE SHOW THEM THE FUCKING VID!" The older woman took a second to comply, more caught off guard by the outburst than anything else. "THE FUCKING VID! NOW!"

And then the entire room was watching Nathan Eau, in the stands of the Arena shortly after wounding Gray, smiling to himself as if he hadn't had a care in the world. Ki just stared in trembling rage at the picture perfect face only a short distance from hers, and fought the urge to grab her by the hair and start punching.

Jack took a look, let his face go completely blank, and then cocked his head towards Batgirl with a sardonic smile. "Well, I was going to ask people to stay calm, but, hey, uh, Mauve. Want to explain that? Give us a little commentary? Critique, maybe?"

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While you're free to react to this, I just wanted my characters to do holiday stuff so consider this a sort of musical you can read and unless you have a really good idea that you want to PM me for, keep interaction with everyone except Marlon to a minimum. Eventually my entire "cast" will make an appearance, so just be patient if there's someone you're wanting to see.


Siegfried Rosenrot and his darling wife were out and about on the snowy streets of Old Vale, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of their favorite time of year. The children were off somewhere playing in the frost, making snowmen, waging wintry war upon white-walled palisades. The cheer and goodwill of the season abounded wherever they went, as arm in arm the pair went along, dispensing warm greetings and blessings to all who came near. He was decked out in crimson finery, the usual ruffles in his regency suit replaced by a puff of elegant white ermine scarf round his neck and his garments accented by a spring of holly upon his lapel. Winnifred wore a dazzling blue dress patterned in snowflurries of sparkling glass beads with a flowing ermine overcoat, letting her blonde hair down to catch the flakes as they fell.

As they came around a corner to an open area with a frozen fountain, they looked one another fondly and smiled. Siegfried, recalling something he'd told her years ago, began to softly sing, his eyes never leaving the woman that held his heart. Slowly, they began to dance, moving apart and together in time to the pace of his song. Swirling around the crowd and moving between onlookers who had stopped in their travels to take a gander, they stepped perfectly in tune with one another. As his words rose in intensity and speed, the power of them carried the dance along with it, until they were mounting benches or spinning past lampposts, and finally dashing up some nearby steps to then slide down a wide stone banister. As he ended the song, they were elegantly circling the fountain on its rim, and after the closing word, he held her close and kissed her beneath the angel at the fountain's center.


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General Discussion / Re: Hey y'all. This is a survey.
« on: December 13, 2016, 09:45:47 AM »
How can I vote for anything but Adam Reaper?

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Jack burst into laughing as Frank kept up the banter while he called for...more weapons!? This guy was nuts! He also probably needed a girl or two if he had that much time on his hands. Jack could help with that, maybe get some aura training in the bargain...Just as long as one of them wasn't Victoria, who was looking impressed by the sheer variety of stuff this guy was pulling out. Disappointing, really, he'd prefer not to have competition, and she was so rarely impressed by anyone anyway...Maybe the new chick would take a shine to him, she definitely knew how to carry herself. The gray hair was a little meh, but maybe Frank would dig that.

"Dude, I'm all for experimentation, surprise me!" he called out, pantomiming a blindfold with his hands. That got him a warm chuckle from Victoria. Excellent!

Honoria waved at the new girl. "Hiya! Come to check out the eye candy!?" she asked, winking deviously as she elbowed the...very, very tall woman in what wound up being her hip. Victoria was more demure, and gave her a smile in greeting.

"Hello there. We were out jogging and saw our friend Jack in a sparring match. He's the dashing one with no shirt to speak of. Well, to be fair, they are both handsome men. I suppose I have a bit of bias since I already know him. I'm Victoria en Fuego, and this is Honoria Angel. And you are?"

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Old Tournaments / Re: First Year 1v1 2nd Round: Jack V Juno [Limited: 2/8]
« on: December 11, 2016, 01:55:52 AM »
Jack let the punch come and calmly stepped backward, Vert's knuckles still close enough that he could have kissed them if he chose. The knee came in hard and fast, but that sort of move was ill-suited to staying mobile, especially if you didn't have a followup, and it didn't look like IRobot here had one. Blocking partially with his own knee and striking down with an elbow, he caught the blow before it full landed, taking a little bruise in exchange for hit on his opponent's knee joint.

As Vert awkwardly tried to dance back from his interrupted forward assault, he followed, suddenly stretching out into a spinning crouch to sweep out the leg he was standing on, the one that hadn't just been hammered in the kneecap, and then continue the rotation so that he was spinning on his hands to kick a now off-balance Juno right in the skull, neck, and torso a few times.

"WHIRLING WIND DRAGON LEAF DANCE!" he shouted, unsure as to why that felt so appropriate.

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Jack's Aura 99%, Kneecap Block: Temporary leg trouble and stance issues, 2% Sweep: Complete lack of stance and balance 0%, Whirling Handstand Kicks: 30% if they all get through, 15% for head, 10% for neck, 5% for torso. As usual, alter damage values as necessary for counters/special abilities/dodging

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Marked Afirmacion: MRKD/AFMC Initiation
« on: December 09, 2016, 01:08:13 PM »
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For those reading who are not on the team, I'm taking minimal control of Kushii and Forrest for this thread only, just so we can get through initiation and not have to go digging or retconing stuff we already did. Afterwards the characters will leave the team at an unspecified time for personal reasons that allow their players to bring them back into any plots with relative ease. Their return is unlikely but I am a fan of keeping doors open.


Forrest was flying. Holy crap Forrest was flying! Barely able to think for the sudden panic erupting inside of him, he could only react on instinct, flailing helplessly until something swooped down from behind and caught him by the back of his raincoat. Which then tore off and set him falling again. A familiar feminine voice swore from above him, and then slender arms wrapped around his waist. Huh. Strawberries. That was a weird smell to catch a whiff of out here in the rain...Funny what you though about when you were careening down through the trees with a world-famous pop music icon awkwardly slowing your descent as you both kind of panicked. They landed with a whumpf on a bush, and tumbled out of it in a mess of leaves, limbs, and confusion.

"Hey, anything we can walk away from, right?" Cheri laughed, trying to ignore that her hair and makeup were ruined. At least the jacket was keeping her warm, although she'd landed awkwardly on one of the knives and she was now rubbing her back because of it. Forrest just wished she'd get off of him, this was weird.

Kushii was similarly out of sorts. While thanks to his skill he'd avoided injuring himself upon landing, mainly by jumping from branch to branch and balancing with Beast, his clothes were even further beyond saving than they already had been. Thanks the gods there were no cameras nearby.

Siegfried watched passively as the hidden cameras which allowed him to keep an eye on the other students tracked Mr. Utsu's progress. He looked decidedly unhappy.

Kushii started walking,choosing the direction in which the sounds of devastation were coming from. He knew enough about Grimm to tell that they usually didn't make explosions. At least not the common ones. He hoped. Ugh, what if he ran into that awful Russet fellow again? How dreadful.

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Beacon Academy / Re: Letting Off Some Steam (Closed)
« on: December 09, 2016, 12:38:15 PM »
Red watched as Greenwood actually fell over on top of Saggio. He laughed. Just beautiful, Fernando. At this rate, the little shithole wasn't even going to be conscious for him to get his ass chewed out for being a failure at life. It made the job easier.

Ki started trying to frantically pull him off of her friend, and didn't have much success until Marlon hefted him off of the ground. "Gods! What the hell do you eat, cement!?"

Cheri sighed at the spectacle and smiled at Tenne again. "Ugh. Boys. So stupid, right?"

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Beacon Academy / Re: Ore You Ready?: Team CBLT Initiation
« on: December 09, 2016, 12:19:57 PM »
"Did I give you permission to speak, Miss Li?" Scarlet hissed, her eyes now turned on the student as opposed to Miss Clannad. She'd already memorized the student profiles on her way back from Atlas. Recongition was an easy task. "Respectfully do not open your lips until it is appropriate, do not think to advise myself or even...Professor...Clannad as to how we should do our jobs. And speaking of which!" She was shouting now, lashing into the crowd with her voice, although the focus of her wrath was on the filthy faunus that thankfully, due to her heels, she was currently taller than. "Since you seem to be ever so eager to get started, here, allow me to assist!" A red glow about her hand, a flick of her wrist, and Miss Bryzant went sailing far out over the crowd, over the cliff even, headed for the Emerald Forest.

"Does anyone else care to show disrespect!?" she asked, her eyes raking the other students. "No!? Excellent."

Siobhan was horrified. Of all the people they would send back to help her...oh but she was throwing students, that could not be allowed! Her lips tight, she stomped up to her more imposing colleague, expecting Mr. Rosenrot to be right behind her. "Now listen here, ye great bully! Ye have no right ta come bargin' in like ye own tha place, even if that poor lass ye tossed over tha cliff was bein' more than rude!" she exclaimed, pointing at the other woman's chest with maternal fury. She waited for Mr. Rosenrot to add something as Professor Vandal stared down at her like the goddess of vengeance incarnate. When she heard nothing but the hush of the onlooking students, she looked over her shoulder. Nothing. He had vanished.

"For your information, I will run my initiation how I see fit, Professor Clannad. Yes, you heard me. I was sent back to make up for your lack of skill, and I am, in every possible way, at the helm here. Are we clear, or do I have to repeat myself and waste more valuable time on you, of all people?" Scarlet hissed, her hands at her hips.

Siegfried, far from running off to avoid the situation, currently had Miss Bryzant in hand. More accurately, he was holding her by the waistband of her pants as the fire dust in his boots jetted them back toward the edge of the cliff. Curse that wrongheaded woman! His face was grim, and he resolved that even if asked to leave, he would refuse, for Miss Clannad's sake. How this hellcat of a peacock ever obtained a position at an Academy he could not comprehend. What was Headmaster Inverno thinking? Setting Miss Bryzant down with an apology, he  made his way over to stand silently at Miss Clannad's shoulder.

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"There's a damn sight more trouble in the world just from folks meddlin' than there'd be if we all just kept our peace and minded ourselves." Marlon remarked, his mood still souring. Watching Miss Roux and Eau together was calming though, their affection in the middle of all this was a pleasant reminder that in stormy times there were always lighthouses. Which got him thinking, where was Miss Altin at? He wouldn't mind seein' a little of her just now, no sir. Or maybe not. He still had his loss on the brain, and couldn't just let it go. Her face might just make that all the worse to think on. Sure she didn't hold it against him, but he couldn't help it.

Outside, someone began singing at top volume from down the hall, accompanied by some impressive electric guitar work. It came ever closer until it suddenly stopped just outside. There was a thunk as something dropped heavily to the floor.

This time the door opened with no announcement but an "Eau you magnificent fucking bastard!" Cherry Chainsaw, her beacon skirt rolled up as short as she could get away with and her lengthy crimson hair in twin pigtails, stomped in, nearly banging the door off of the wall but for Marlon's swiftly interjected boot. "I can't believe it! You shot Gray Saggio! On international TV! Tits!" she howled, looking more than pleased. Completely ignoring the fact that he was holding his girlfriend, she plopped down on his lap and threw an arm around him, the claws on her other hand twiddling with his shirtfront. Her own was unbuttoned a bit lower than school regulation, but she didn't seem to care.

Marlon sighed, and got ready to help Miss Roux handle the situation, whatever happened next. Miss Chainsaw. Just perfect. Hell.

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Marlon Murk tramped happily through the streets of Old Vale, a song on his lips. He made for quite a sight as he went, his deep voice booming out the carol from his dearest childhood memories, his hearty and fulsome frame wrapped in a red velvet and white fur greatcoat, and his head topped in a wreath of holly. Over his shoulder was thrown a bulging sack almost as large as himself, but he bore it well and with great merriment. Wintertide in Vale was so much nicer than on Yrrch, here even the coldest of Winters was safe and warm and full of time for all the tender things that could be had when survival was not the only aim of the season.

Truly, in his heart of hearts, he was happy in a way he had not been in some time.

As he went, whenever he passed a child or someone in need of cheer, in went his black-gloved hand to one of his coat pockets or sack, and out came chocolate coins, candied fruits, candy canes, or a festive trinket. Many blessings and good tidings passed through his lips, and strangers, if they cast a glance upon his rough and weatherworn face, could not help but notice the ruddy glow of merriment blazing like a hearthfire from within.

Onward he went, the chill as kind as an old friend to him, until he spied a fellow Beacon student, Miss Tempest, speaking with another young lass who appeared to be out for the same reasons he was. She was, as always, pretty as a picture, although not so pretty as some...His heart grew even merrier as he thought on what he meant to give Fortuna when they next met, and he gave silent thanks for Melinda's skilled needlework and willingness to pitch in. He was a smith, not a tailor.

A faunus, clearly out of control after falling from his...grappling hooks maybe...careened into her and managed to knock her to the ground. Things escalated quickly from that point, the other girl producing a burning shield as Marlon hoofed it up to them and dropped his sack between them as a deterrent. "Hold on, ya'll need to bring it down a few notches! It's Wintertide, can't ya all just be peaceable and be forgivin'?" he cried, brushing off Miss Tempest as best he could, taking special care with that magnificent white tail. "I happened to be watchin' a ways off and saw this here boy," he jerked a thumb at the dog faunus, "just went flibbertigibbets in midair and had to think fast. Guess it wasn't fast enough." He kept most of his attention on Miss Tempest though, and deftly brushed away her budding tears with a surprisingly gentle hand. Without smearing any makeup to boot, Cheri had showed him how to avoid that after he made her look like a raccoon by accident once.

"See, no real harm done, Miss, and he sure looks awful sorry. Cheer up, there's a good lass." he said, his voice dropping back to a bass rumble as he produced a bouquet of poinsettias from his sack and presented them to the upset young woman, patting her kindly on the shoulder with his free hand.

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