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Beacon Academy / Re: Blind Not-Date [CLOSED]
« on: May 14, 2019, 11:07:36 PM »
Feeling Lyssa apprehend the meal in his hands, Noir considers the question she asked. Noir wasn’t too comfortable with what she’s asking, but it wasn’t like he was uncomfortable either. It’s like sharing your capabilities with your teammates so that they can function the best they can, though he supposes that the team is already quite dysfunctional… With what seems like a shrug, Noir would answer in a bland tone. ”Well, to begin with, colors are nonexistent and I usually get the barest details of what I see.”

Noir sort of makes what seems like investigative gestures towards Lyssa’s face, almost like he would touch her face, though definitely respecting her boundaries. ”Like… Like…” Noir frowns in frustration as he decides to take it out on the poor ingredients he’s using for the smoothie, quickly returning to the kitchen. Cleaning and cutting strawberries and bananas, Noir would continue to struggle to formulate the exact details of his ‘sight’. ”Like, it’s difficult to tell much from someone’s face. Sure I can see some of the facial structure, but I don’t…” How can he tell someone that when he looks into people’s eyes with his semblance, all he sees is empty eye sockets? Noir would shudder as he remembered the horrors that came with his ‘sight’. The first time Noir used his semblance, it almost gave him nightmares just from how… empty, everything felt with his sight. It’s almost like being blind but not. Noir would pause as he decides to branch off into something else in the topic since it’s getting slightly too uncomfortable for him. ”It’s like using your aura to probe, and you just get slightly detailed outlines I suppose. It’s hard to put into word.”

The Vale Region / Re: [CLOSED]Pecking Order
« on: May 14, 2019, 10:52:45 PM »
Artist blinked at the weird audible clack the boy made. She also blinks as the boy actually lands a shot on the target. What a quick learner! She’ll certainly make a shooter out of him. Artist ruffles the kid’s hair as a form of approval as she starts to speak again, ”Alright kiddo, here’s what you’re gonna do. You’ll take a few more shots, and then we’re gonna get you used to firing with one hand. Capiche?” Once again, Artist would begin to poke and prod the boy as she tries to slowly coax his stance into a much more looser but still functional one.

While doing so, Artist renewed her interest at the sound she just heard. She wouldn’t have thought much of it, but being who she is, it might be worth investigating. Though, it wasn’t worth getting called out for any form of harassment or assault, so she’ll tackle this in a normal way. Gently grabbing the kid’s hands and manipulate them into what would hopefully be a better form for him, Artist would casually start an off topic conversation. ”So loser, it’s probably personal and all, but what’s the gun for? The knives? Most normal people wouldn’t be like…” Artist pauses in her ministrations before sort of making a weak gesture to all of the boy, ”like, y’know… You. Edgy.” Artist’s amazing social skills strikes again, like the hero she is! Not really, but she likes to think that.

The Vale Region / Re: A Difference In Social Skills [CLOSED]
« on: May 14, 2019, 10:41:19 PM »
Well. Iron’s ruse had been easily revealed, though he wasn’t too surprised that it was. Deciding to finally stop acting like a lovesick dolt, Iron returns to his blank expression to properly converse with the two. However, it quickly returned to something out of character for him as Iron would bring up the hand that held Isabelle’s hand close to his face. Flexing it open and close as if considering something, Iron would intensely concentrate on the feelings he had gotten. Almost under his breath, Iron would voice his forbidden thoughts instead of continuing any form of normal conversation.

”Hm… how delicate.”

Without context, it sounds extremely strange. With context, it still sounds strange but at least Iron’s reasoning was clear. Iron always struggled with things that required a finer touch when it came to his projects, and usually Iron would just brute force it or take extensive lengths for it to not get in the way. However… Isabelle’s hand was a mixture of being soft yet firm, presumably from years of hard work and combat. Iron would sincerely consider recruiting Isabelle for a few of his projects.

Though, for what Isabelle and Ayaka sees, it’s just Iron being shocked about what Isabelle’s hand felt like. What a loser.

The Vale Region / Re: A Difference In Social Skills [CLOSED]
« on: April 21, 2019, 05:55:34 PM »

The rather weak insult was ignored in favor of the appearance of his teammate. ”Mmm. Good to see you Ayaka.” Iron had sent out a rather cordial greeting, but there was a level of smug underlying the greeting. ”Are you jealous? I suppose you would be, though I must wonder who’d you be jealous of..” If the smug in his voice wasn’t obvious before, it’s distinctly obvious now since Iron is deadset on teasing both of them regardless of the dignity he’s going to lose today. Iron would proceed to sigh and continue with his teasing. ”I mean, after all, Isabelle is such a lovely lady, and I myself am quite the gentleman.” While amusing as of right now, future Iron would be full of regret at his rather undignifying actions, but that’s for another time.

However… Iron would sharply turn to Isabelle with a face full of false hurt from her response, one that looks real enough to suit his desires of teasing the faunus. ”Oh? I thought we were on a date! It seems all my planning was for naught, how cruel.” Iron played out the hurt victim perfectly. The heartbroken expression, the slight shuffling of feet in awkwardness, hell, even the slightest movement of his hands to show the feeling of hurt! While doing so however, Iron would eye Ayaka to see what made her so… un-Ayaka. After all, if he’s committing to the all-in, might as well try his best.

Iron wish he could make up an excuse about how this is all for information gathering and realistic reasons, but that’d be wrong.

Beacon Academy / Re: Blind Not-Date [CLOSED]
« on: April 18, 2019, 04:27:46 PM »
Noir felt conflicted. He was filled with joy, enough to put a little pop in his steps. Noir never felt so happy that someone thought he was actually competent! On the other hand, it was completely for the wrong reason. Hell, Noir was tempted to keep it that way because he wouldn’t have the heart to deal with being labelled as “a blind guy” again. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the heart to leave Lyssa in her own self-deceptions about his capabilities either. Well. Noir is just going to have to suck it up. While cooking. With dangerous objects.

”Well… Not exactly.” Noir awkwardly coughs as he goes to voice his thoughts. ”See, my semblance, it strains me. I usually get nasty headaches, sometimes even worse.” The sizzling of the bacon quickly becomes the only thing that can be heard until Noir speaks again, much more weakily as he voices the next constraint. ”It’s not complete sight either…”

Whatever sadness Noir had left, it was gone. Noir hisses as he nearly cuts himself with the knife he was using, before moving to start distributing the meats into the tortillas. Quickly shuffling around, Noir evenly distribute the meats, then some guacamole and sour cream. Lastly, Noir sprinkles the vegetables and cheese he cut up into the burrito. Wrapping it up nicely so that nothing leaks, there are now three plates of burritos! He wraps up those burritos in a foil and puts them into a brown paper bag as he grabs the plate and sort of turns to Lyssa’s direction. Slowly walking to make sure he’s at the right place, Noir offers the plate.

”Want me to make anything to drink? I can make smoothies or…” He might as well. Noir had more things to be cooked and prepared for his team, so it would be easy to knock out any drink requests.

The Vale Region / Re: A Difference In Social Skills [CLOSED]
« on: April 17, 2019, 01:07:05 AM »
This whole day has Iron off his guard, and Isabelle’s laughter and amusement is not making any better. Though, he supposes that it is sort of pleasant to the ears compared to how they interacted before. That’s only a minor benefit since he’s still in a pretty bad situation for the rest of the day. Looking back to the faunus and back forwards in the direction he’s moving, Iron found himself inside the store, noting the very same sections that Isabelle had saw. Some of the outfits already seemed gaudy and excessive, but he supposes that Isabelle would want to take part in some of those.

Having not let go of Isabelle’s hand when she tugged back, Iron would think to himself. Although it’d be easier, Iron really didn’t feel like splitting up to give himself false hope that today will be over, so it would be better to just stick together to get what they need. Plus, there’s an opportunity to be had. ”We’ll stick together. It’ll be simpler that way and the item management would be feasible.” Looking at the sections, Iron would look back to the girl with a teasing smirk, ”I suppose you’d want to go to the children’s section?” A dig at his leader’s height would be too bad, and it’ll voice his displeasure in a way. Or maybe it’s just amusing to do so. Who knows what goes on in Iron’s head.

Beacon Academy / Re: Blind Not-Date [CLOSED]
« on: April 17, 2019, 01:00:24 AM »
Ah. That’s good. Noir was hoping that Lyssa would appreciate his work especially since he really wanted to gift her with his cooking. However, finding that he was Lyssa’s favorite put a really big smile on his face as he turns towards where Lyssa would be. ”That’s very sweet of you, even if it probably doesn’t much!” Then Noir pauses, because maybe it did mean much. ”Or maybe it does. Hahaha….” Realizing he should probably be cooking, Noir returns to the table regardless of how loud Lyssa was being.

Cleanly moving the diced veggies to the side with his knife, Noir would return to the stove as he quickly combines the two meats while cutting and mixing them as best he could. Adding a tad bit amount of cheese and some sauces and seasonings he picked up, Noir would use his spatula to continue mix them together while he finishes up. Since it was basically menial work and just evenly heating up everything, Noir would return to the conversation.

”I see. Well. I don’t. But although boring, lectures are very important!” Noir sort of waves his spatula towards Lyssa and what could possibly be seen in a scolding manner. Although, it would quickly return to the pan so Noir can continue doing his thing. ”Since you’re wondering, I’m making some burritos since it’ll be easier to eat up for lunch. Or right now since it seems that you are rather hungry!”

Placing the pan down, and quickly moving over to the tortilla, touching it to make sure that it’s the right texture he wants, Noir removes it and places it separate plates so that he can prepare them for the team. Thankfully, cooking was his expertise and no blindness can stop him! Probably! ”If you want, I can continue to cook for you for any meal of the day. I’ll even pack it as if it’s lunch if necessary. Or not. Depends on if you think the food sucks. Or if you think a blind guy shouldn’t be cooking.” The end almost sounded a tad bit negative, with some words being said weakly, though overall it seems pretty normal.

Beacon Academy / Re: Blind Not-Date [CLOSED]
« on: April 16, 2019, 05:07:49 PM »
Noir proceeds to flip through the bacon and ground beef when the time went off in his head, making sure that both are evenly cooked and ready to be put together with the rest of the ingredients. Deciding to prepare the tortillas right now, Noir would throw some on another frying pan and twisted the knob for that too. Cleaning and sharpening a kitchen knife to prepare dicing the vegetables, Noir flinches from the sudden appearance of Lyssa within the dorm room. While she’s not unwelcome, Noir was relatively in the zone and suddenly being knocked out of his sort of scared him. His face reddens in embarrassment and sort of breathes in and out to calm himself. Now that he’s relatively calm, he turns towards Lyssa with the brightest smile ever.

”Of course! I was preparing it for you and the sisters after all!” Then Noir expression twists into a sad frown and nervously laughs as he rubs the back of his head. ”Unless you uh, didn’t care. Ha……” While somewhat saddened, Noir turns back to the vegetables and quickly diced most of them into small cubes if necessary. After all, he’s a cook and he has a job to get done. No time for distractions unless he needs to be distracted!

”You’re back early. I guess. Had a good time….?” It sounded a little awkward, but it’ll make do.

Beacon Academy / Blind Not-Date [CLOSED]
« on: April 15, 2019, 11:43:26 PM »
Noir whistled a little tune as he made his way around the dorm’s sort of private yet small kitchen. It wasn’t heavy duty, but it served his purpose as he elegantly “danced” around the kitchen. Well. Not really a dance but more of a sense of rhythm and elegance than actual dancing. Regardless, Noir didn’t really mind since he’s pretty much alone in the dorm right now and he’s cooking up some food for his teammates since they’ll be hopping on by later. Who knows, he might even pack it up as if he was parent sending them off else with their lunch. Plus, it would do Noir some good to get familiar with what he’s given so that he doesn’t end up messing up when cooking. Twisting knobs here and there, Noir listens for the familiar cackle of the stove as he touches where the heat sources would be. With a nod, Noir would take a few minutes to feel out the levels of temperature and mark their place on the knobs just so he knows.

With everything relatively ready, Noir would begin to lean on one foot with a hand to his chin as he thinks about what he should cook for his team. He could keep it relatively simple since it’s an entirely new area for him… Well, that seemed like the plan! Noir had gone grocery shopping earlier, so he carefully organized all his ingredients to keep track mentally and started to do his thing! Frying pan, cooking oils, laying out the bacon onto the pan as he began to mentally keep track of the time within his head. Another frying pan, more oils, this time with some good ‘ol ground beef, adding that onto the timer in his head. Once again, Noir would whistle as he starts to make sure that everything was going properly while he waits for the timer in his head to finish up.

The Vale Region / Re: A Difference In Social Skills [CLOSED]
« on: April 09, 2019, 12:33:28 AM »
Iron seems to be a lot more frustrated. A slightly reddening face, the rather small movement of his mouth turning into an angry frown. It was very obvious for a second until it seems to return to much more of a neutral feeling. Iron would not show his face as he quickly turns his head away from Isabelle - especially after being compared to Lucina - as a surprisingly soft voice comes out of Iron. ”...Alright. If you want to.” It seems that Isabelle’s determination has returned to bite back at Iron, and it left Iron with some conflicting feelings about the whole situation again.

However, Iron would not make that obvious as it seems that his face returned to a blank expression once more when he turned back to Isabelle. ”Well, let’s make our way to shop for clothes, then I suppose Lucina can catch up with us later.” While Isabelle was leading before, Iron would start to lead the way himself into the clothing store, even physically dragging her along as if he wanted to get this over with. Especially since Iron can hang out in the arcade for the bit, but mostly to be done with everything.

The Vale Region / Re: [CLOSED]Pecking Order
« on: April 09, 2019, 12:26:30 AM »
”Great!” It’s not great, considering the fact that Artist isn’t great at teaching, but she’ll make do! After all, anything to satisfy her boredom right? Plus, some it’s some time to kill which is always good. Artist would shove the boy’s gun back into his hand as she’d carefully manipulate his hand to properly hold the gun. ”Now you wouldn’t think it, but we’re going to start slow ‘n gentle.” Artist couldn’t help but snark. ”This is the proper way to hold the gun, but there’s some variation to it: make sure you’re comfortable with holding it and brace but not too much.”

Artist would gently and delicately adjust the rest of kid’s body - regardless of social norms - into a better stance for firing a gun. ”Of course you wouldn’t do this in the real world, but it’s good to get used to, plus you can also work from here” No longer holding to any part of boy in front of her, Artist would back up with a rather flippant shrug. ”It’ll be a start, so give it a try will ‘ya?”

”So I understand the slight animosity and fear our dear people feel about Janus.” Once again, monotone Hunter returns in an elegant manner to placate the murmuring audience once again. ”However, I do deem it fit that we may applaud our semifinalists for a great show of combat. Their opponents were definitely not easy fights, so kudos to them as well.” Hunter was uncomfortable casting the fight alone, and it shows with the rather weak attempts at maintaining professionality for the fight. Or it might be the fact that Prim is currently grading his papers and giving him the deadliest of glares. ”Anyhow, our semifinalists are Malina, uh, whats-her-face, with a great display of elegant… casting? Versus Janus, the extremely mobile soldier!”

”Anyways, as a semifinal, we have a fancy shmancy thing where we combine the two environments for something cool!” A large holographic image of a lottery machine appears on all sides of the arena, with two spinners. The spinners spun so quickly, making it nearly impossible to make out the passing words. It ticked through the options slower and slower until it finally stopped on Ocean and Ocean. ”...Unfortunately both of them are ocean… That won’t stop us from making it cool though!”

On both sides of the arena, it would be quickly filled with water as the center of it stands a rather large pirate ship that seems to gently rock back and forth for now. A large wooden plank is extended to both Malina and Janus to quickly make their way onto the ship before it would begin to retract and the ship starts it’s “voyage”. ”The cool thing about this is that we’ve basically simulated an actual ship, complete with large amount of turbulence through out the fight! Start doing too much damage, and maybe it'll start sinking too!” Hunter tried his best to clue in on that feature of the arena.

(A coin flip has decided that Janus will get the first post. The arena size is identical to that of the 1v1 arena in the show, however, it features scaled down biomes to fit the size. Good luck, and may the best combatant win. To make the turbulence as easy and effective as possible, every other post with swap from gentle to extremely rocky, vis versa. It’ll start after the fourth combat post.)

Hunter shuffles a little bit in discomfort as the weight on his shoulder started to be unbearable. Though, Hunter had gotten used to things like this, especially for sights like this. His beloved partner was cutely sleeping on his shoulder, clearly tired of the toll that the festival had brought about on the two. Noticing the signal to start the next match, the speakers blare to life from Hunter’s voice, albeit softer in consideration of his sleeping wife next to him. ”Welcome back everyone to the Vytal Festival tournament, I’m going to keep it short, sweet, and simple so we can get to the fights, especially since it's the semifinals.” Hunter quickly takes a look at the two combatants coming up and sigh in relief as they’re rather simple to introduce once again. ”We have gravity girl Camelia Sol, who’ll bring down the competition, against Juno Vert. He had a rather impressive showing in the first two fights, but I still think that there’s a lot of compensation. What for? Who knows." Shifting himself into a more comfortable position, Prim would rest well and Hunter would not feel shoulder pain for the rest of the fight. "Anyways, I hope our semifinalists give us a good showing!" While louder than he wanted, it seems Prim was still asleep, which is good.

Starting the spinner from his end, the now familiar holographic image of a lottery machine appears on all sides of the arena. The spinners spun so quickly, making it nearly impossible to make out the passing words. It ticked through the options slower and slower until it finally stopped on Forest and Swamp.

From the arena arose two separate sides that thematically line up with the arena’s choice of environment. On Camelia’s side, large trees cover the entire area. Noticeably, the trees are numerous and encourages movement up and between the trees with lots of trunks that can serve as platforms to fight on, with a singular large tree branching into the middle of the arena. Although abundant, the trees do not provide decent enough cover due to how thin the trunk is, lest you move deeper into the forest. As for Juno, a few trees arose as well, albeit slightly smaller and much more thick with vines. In terms of inconveniences, it mostly obscures vision instead of preventing movement. However, the floor is significantly more wet and murkey. Definitely muddy too, hiding broken weapons that can be used for improvisation, with some swamp houses that can be used as cover and vantage points.

(A coin flip has decided that Camelia will get the first post. The arena size is identical to that of the 1v1 arena in the show, however, it features scaled down biomes to fit the size. Good luck, and may the best combatant win.)

The Vale Region / Re: A Difference In Social Skills [CLOSED]
« on: March 28, 2019, 04:43:31 PM »
Iron followed along Isabelle when they made their way towards the clothing store, rather glad it seemed like she didn’t noticed. For a normal person anyways. Iron has a vague idea that Isabelle did notice and she’s just pretending not to. Normally, Iron wouldn’t care too much, but he has a reputation to uphol- Iron starts coughing in a harsh manner in surprise as it was done in a rather blunt manner. Especially since it wasn’t an interest he was seeking to share with his team leader.

”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Iron began to deflect Isabelle’s rather blunt invitation, even though it was done in an obvious conflict of interest. He was interested in attending the arcade yes, but he also wanted to appease Isabelle so that they can be done for the rest of the day. Not only that, but when Lucina would join, it would make the day far too interesting for his tastes should they make their way to the arcade.

Everywhere Else / Re: Being a Responsible Adult [CLOSED]
« on: March 28, 2019, 04:24:55 PM »
”As a tactical genius, I assure you that this is all planned.” Hunter releases a rather shaky laugh as if he was trying to pass off the error he had made. Hunter turns on the faucet in the kitchen as he would then start moving into the living room to put all his personal belongings back to where they should be. While doing so, Hunter would think about how to turn this into a lesson. Even though he has experience with the idea of damage control (especially considering how he was before), it was hard for Hunter to sort of explain.

Making his way back into the living room, it then looks like Hunter was struck by an idea! The tactical genius reveals himself once again as Hunter had just figured out where to continue with the quick intro to his lesson. ”Though I suppose things like these just occur regardless of what you do. It’s natural to do things on impulse, so mastering the art of damage control would be an excellent thing to learn!”

Unfortunately, Hunter isn’t very good at controlling his impulses. Such as the fact that Hunter is pulling a rather large whiteboard out of nowhere as he starts to write some main points about damage control. ”There’s a few types of impulses. There’s the life threatening impulses, there’s the risky impulses, and there’s the relatively safe impulses!” At rather quick speeds - being the professor he is - Hunter would start write down what he’s saying just so it can be easily noted.

In a rather quick manner too, Hunter would proceed to draw Prim in a rather cute cartoony manner, although since it’s rushed, there’s some obvious tells about some flaw in the drawing. Right after, Hunter would draw small rough cartoon sketches of them both right now, all panicked and scared! ”Right now, this is a life threatening impulse, and to do damage control for those impulses are really tough. Understand so far?”

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