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The Vale Region / Re: Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: February 04, 2018, 09:01:08 AM »
Aoife snarled as she caught sight on Whitaker's ugly mug on some giant screen. It was so tempting to take a shot at it, but those civilians would only get in the way. It'd be wrong to just start firing indiscriminately in such a crowded room, even if these people were just gambling away their- Wait, gambling?

A shot of genuine fear tore through Aoife's heart as she stepped to the side of Rory and Mythos, craning her neck to try and look over the scrambling crowd. There were just too many people though, she couldn't get a clear line of sight on anyone further back, and in a desperate burst of speed she hopped onto the nearest table to try and make the job easier, murmuring an incoherent babble under her breath the whole time. The increased height didn't help, with most of the crowd now faced away from her entirely in their attempt to escape.

It did, however, allow her to spot the group of patrons that appeared to be charging the group. Recognising that her father wasn't among them, and starting to relax just a bit as she remembered that he'd promised to never return to gambling, Aoife took a step back and then leaped forward, letting fear turn to anger at the thoughts of how many lives this place may have ruined. Her plan was to just drop-kick into the lead man and send him back into the others, while she'd be down and in cover from the gunmen.

The Vale Region / Re: Mysterious Migrations of Mountain Glenn
« on: February 04, 2018, 08:43:07 AM »
Well, that was one of the little blighters taken care off. Gwylan couldn't help but hum in satisfaction as he began to make his way over to the Lancer that Mogan had whip-shocked? That seemed like a viable verb for what the older student had done. Talia, meanwhile, had flung a freaking lightning bolt at the other Lancer. That was one wicked semblance she had there, no two ways about it. There was no way anything could walk that off.

"Oh what the heck is this nonsense!?", Gwylan grumbled as he watched the two Grimm not only absorb his teammates' attacks but get stronger from them. That was completely unfair, flying off a lightning bolt. How had they managed to do that anyway? These were some weird Grimm alright. At least the one he'd his earlier wasn't going to super charge itself, that thing was good and-

Gwylan grunted as the stinger buried itself in his back. Oh, he was so going to get into trouble for not making certain that it was dead, but he'd been so sure. That had been a solid connection, Gwylan would bet his life on it, and he'd brought it down to ground. Damn it, this bug was definitely going to die now, couldn't risk it messing with one of the others as they dealt with the electrically charged Lancers. Turning on his heel and reversing his grip on the trident, Gwylan took off in a charge, covering the distance to the downed Lancer as quickly as possible, and aimed to bring the trident down hard so the outer prong buried itself in the Grimm's head while the others pierced the torso.

Battle Data
Three pronged stab on the downed Lancer.

The Vale Region / Re: Mysterious Migrations of Mountain Glenn
« on: January 27, 2018, 02:11:35 PM »
Well, they weren't new or different, but a group of demon wasps was certainly a good way to start off a mission in Gwylan's opinion; it really set the tone for how the day was probably going to go. The fact that they were all going for him was just icing on the cake. Gwylan didn't even have to go looking for the fight; it was flying towards him on red wings of..... something suitably poetic that he'd come up with later when he wasn't in a fight.

Grabbing onto the trident with both hands, Gwylan wrenched it out of the ground with all his might and began to spin it, aiming to block the two Lancers on the outside with the blades and butt respectively. The middle two, though, he could do nothing about thanks to the angles, so he allowed them to hit him dead on, throwing himself back for added momentum and so the two Grimm would overshoot and keep on flying. He aimed to roll back onto his feet and spin around, swinging his trident with the intention of bisecting one of the Lancers. Continuing to spin, Gwylan hoped to turn back and face the two Lancers that hadn't managed to land a blow, marching towards them with haste.

Battle Data
Slash attack on one Lancer.

The Vale Region / Re: Mysterious Migrations of Mountain Glenn
« on: January 26, 2018, 02:12:17 PM »
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My bad, got a bit buried in college stuff and travelling back home. Plus I just got a new laptop, so I was waiting for that to update and stuff

Humming in response to the Professor, Gwylan threw his pack onto his back and secured the straps properly. The thought of new Grimm sent tingles down Gwylan's spine as he pondered the possibilities of what they could face. Hordes, swarms, solo giants; mutant mixes of animals that really shouldn't be in anyway related to each other, it was almost like a birthday present for the boy. If they were even half as deadly as he was hoping for, this'd be quite the trip. Quite the risk too, but Gwylan didn't decide to attend Beacon because it provided safety and security; the opposite actually, it was his best chance to put his skills to use. Well, most of them anyway. Being able to tie a dozen different knots hadn't actually come up yet somehow.

The Bullhead landed and Gwylan slipped out past Nathan and after the third years. The weather was nice and there wasn't a sign of any Grimm in the area. Well, at least not in the visible area anyway. For all Gwylan knew, they could be waiting behind a tree like some weird hide-and-seek surprise no one really wanted. Didn't stop him from jogging a few paces out and burying his trident in the dirt,only to stretch his back and legs out now that he was free from the airship. "Ahhhh that's better", he grumbled before looking back over his shoulder at Suntalia and Mogan. "Hmmm, I'm hoping for something a bit different, ya know. Beowolves and Nevermores are great and all, but I'd like something unexpected. Like a three headed Grimm with no arms".

The Vale Region / Re: Mysterious Migrations of Mountain Glenn
« on: January 23, 2018, 02:55:21 PM »
A playful chuckle escaping his lips, Gwylan turned his attention back to his weapon after Suntalia's cheery wake-up call. He'd been polishing the trident for the past however long it had been since the introductions had died, and probably would've nodded off to sleep in the next few minutes; his eyes had been closed more often than open in the past few minutes. Normally Gwylan would join the older girl in her bright and bubbly conversation, but the flight had been a lot more draining than he had anticipated. Gwylan wasn't going to say no to a few more minutes of general rest. Besides, it gave him a chance to see how the others interacted with each other; a bit of people watching never hurt.

Not that Gwylan was the most insightful of individuals, cause he didn't really learn anything new about them: Suntalia was cheerful, Nathan wasn't too chatty and the Professor was calm. Mogan, though, earned a bit of credit for being willing to answer such a verbal bombardment. This time in the morning, most people would've resorted to grunting and glaring at the girl.

Letting his weapon rest on the wall beside him, Gwylan hopped to his feet and grabbed his pack from where it'd been left unceremoniously on the floor. A quick scan confirmed that nothing had disappeared since the polish had been removed, and with it returned to its pouch beside the cloth it was used with, Gwylan was set and ready to rock. Today was going to be a good day.

Unless you were a Grimm, that is. Then it was going to seriously suck.

The Vale Region / Re: Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: January 21, 2018, 02:13:41 PM »
"Well, that's a neat bit of bullcrap right there", Aoife snarled as Royale's opponent literally vapourised themselves to escape. If she hadn't been so completely blindsided by the sight of it, she probably would've taken a shot at them, not that it had done Royale any good. Unless they happened to get dispersed by the wind outside, Aoife suspected that they'd run into that person again. Whitaker certainly hadn't hired them for their fashion sense after all.

For now, though, Aoife was left to follow Royale and Rory down the stairs, with Rory attempting to find out more about Whitaker's semblance. Which, now that Aoife had a few moments to think about it, didn't sit right. Why hadn't he just poofed away entirely, instead of remaining inside the building? "How tall is this place anyway? Cause if Whitaker went down here specifically, it might tell us the range of his teleporting". Course, Aoife might be overthinking things; this could just be another ambush.

Plot Zone / Re: Mysterious Migration of Mountain Glenn
« on: January 21, 2018, 11:13:05 AM »
Seeing as I'm not currently using Him, I'd like to put Gwylan up for This, if you'd have him. This sorta thing is right up his alley.

(Damn random Phone capitalisation nonsense.)

The Vale Region / Re: Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: January 06, 2018, 02:42:36 PM »
Well, this was certainly going better than expected. Aoife had honestly expected Whitaker's to put up a bit of a better fight, but then again, smashing a locker into a group of people was quite the distraction. Atlas really ought to try weaponising those things, it seemed right up their alley.

Pulled ought of her thoughts by the sight of Rory charging into the fray, Aoife turned her attention back to business. With Mythos pinned down, the course of action seemed pretty clear. Lining up the sights of her rifle, Aoife fired a quick burst at the pair by the locker; more to scare them a bit than do any real harm, and then turned her attention, and the rest of the gun's ammo, onto the poor unfortunate soul that decided to focus on Mythos and not her. It was a shame that her earlier assault had emptied most of the bullets, else he would have been in real trouble. Not that he had much of a chance regardless.

Discarding the now empty rifle, Aoife took off in the direction of Royale and his opponent, trusting in the other's to handle the locker stunned goons. She wasn't planning on jumping in, but flanking to the side and preventing any sort of getaway.

Everywhere Else / Re: A Voyage Home (Closed)
« on: December 29, 2017, 11:17:28 AM »
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My bad for taking so long to respond to this, but we all know how midterms and Christmas can be. Some things just couldn't be avoided. Sorry

"I will try not to be disappointed by this Saffron, truly I will", Anton sarcastically grinned as she helped him mount her chosen animal. Indeed there were worse ways to go up a mountain than this; better too, though Anton preferred not to think of those lest his distaste for the situation grows too apparent. Better to maintain civility than promote hostility, or something to that effect anyway.

Taking the time Saffron spent talking to Diana to find a comfortable way to keep his cane close to hand that also afforded some semblance of balance, Anton almost slipped off of the horse in surprise when Saffron hopped up behind him. Humming in response to the girl's idea for them to take point, Anton chose to close his eyes temporarily and just get used to the motion of a horse underneath him, only opening them when he felt Saffron draw and display her weapon for him and the others.

When she finished, he lifted his sceptre up and out to the side for all to see, before offering it to Saffron if she cared for a closer look. "I am a dust caster preferentially, though I can enter close combat if necessary. Under ideal circumstances, I'll stick to the sides of an engagement and support as required""

The Vale Region / Re: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust (AGAT Initiation)
« on: December 10, 2017, 12:56:29 PM »
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Aoife let out an unwomanly groan as she got to her feet. She hadn't been doing much in the way of sleeping during the night, her unfamiliarity with heights playing with her nerves just enough to keep any slips into slumber short and not at all sweet. For the last hour, Aoife had been bouncing between artists on her scroll without any sort of coherent pattern, the music audible to anyone sitting close to her. It was a nice surprise that she was able to even make use of the headphones, but a flight across the continent had some benefits, it seemed.

Snorting as she made her way past Tieren and his brand new headache, Aoife grabbed one of the cups of tea Sophos had left out for them and downed it immediately, gasping as the liquid travelled its scalding path through her body. "Oh that'll wake a person up alright. Nice choice Doc", she exclaimed while walking back to her seat and grabbing her rifle. Settling down, Aoife began performing the last minute checks on her gun, making certain the red dot sight was still working properly and that there weren't any issues with the trigger and safety. Her revolver wouldn't need any checks, she'd completely dismantled and cleaned it the day before, and Aoife knew it was in perfect condition.

Checking her equipment, though, gave her another opportunity to look over her new team. Mae seemed nice, almost suffocatingly so, reminding Aoife of a stereotypical best friend that you'd find on some TV show. Gavin, too, had given the opinion of being a nice guy, even if she'd given him a bit of a cold shoulder before. Sue her, she was tired, everyone knows you become ruder when you were tired, it was scientific fact.

Tieren seemed less of a sweetheart than the others, but that may have just been the situation at hand. He had to have something going for him if he'd been made team leader, after all, so Aoife, deciding to give the whole nice thing a go, threw him a bone. Well, a bone by her standards anyway.

"How's the head, Argus? Sword knock the cobwebs loose?".

The Vale Region / Re: Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: November 26, 2017, 05:21:23 PM »
Aoife swore violently once more as she watched Winston collapse and choke on his own blood, feeling firey rage explode in her heart. It'd been boiling since Royale's revelation that he'd expected there to be some sort of fight, but the death of an innocent man sent her over the edge. Well, not innocent really, but he didn't deserve to die, not like that, and it was more than enough to blow any of Aoife's prior shocks and concerns out of the water in favour of wholeheartedly tearing these guys apart. Funny how cold-blooded murder was all it took to become a fair target.

Stepping up beside the doorway as she waited for Rory's plan to come to fruition, Aoife saw an opportunity to cause a bit more ruckus. Leaving her newly acquired rifle in her off hand and drawing her revolver, she pointed into the room at an angle and took a deep breath. A faint red light began to trace its way down along Aoife's arm, over her hand and into her gun, turning the barrel into a weak torch almost, before she pulled the trigger. The light, now much brighter, erupted from the Ace of Roses and tore through the doorway and across the room, ricochetting off of the opposing wall and the ceiling to then bounce off of the head on one of the guards on the androgynous person's right, where it continued to bounce harmlessly around the room until it shot through one of the windows.

Aoife took the ensuing chaos as a chance to pop around the doorway and use her new rifle to lay down some suppressing fire on the guards to her right, aiming to give the others some breathing room to advance to a better position.

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Random Number Generator pulled a 3 on the to-hit for the semblance, then a 4 for who the lucky victim was. Only one hit procced sadly

Everywhere Else / Re: A Voyage Home (Closed)
« on: November 26, 2017, 04:56:32 PM »
Anton had taken the time during the flight to slip into something warmer, not being particularly interested in observing the view, swapping his suit jacket for a sweater and a heavier overcoat, and adding a pair of woollen gloves and a thick hat for good measure. He certainly wasn't regretting his choice as he stepped down from the vehicle. Though Atlas born he may have been, he certainly could not say that the cold had never bothered him. It was a tiny part of why he'd opted to study at Beacon; the more temperate climate suited him far better than Atlas ever did.

One thing Anton did regret, however, was the horses. They certainly were not mentioned beforehand. He stepped over to one tenderly as the others busied themselves with their luggage and conversation, and gently held his hand out towards it, flinching back slightly as the animal butted his hand with its head before acquiescing to the touch. Anton slowly petted the horse as he stepped around it to secure his luggage as Saffron had done.

"As it happens, I've never encountered a horse before today. There was never much of an interest in equine events in my household back in Atlas, so I apologise if I end up slowing us down", Anton calmly responded to Saffron's inquiry. Well, it appeared calm, though someone with a sharper eye could notice his hand moved a touch more aggressively along the horse's head as he maintained his petting. It rankled Anton that he was a liability at such an early stage in the journey, even though he could never have expected to be required to know how to ride an animal of any kind.

Teams / Re: Looking for 1st Year Beacon students (4/4) [CLOSED]
« on: November 11, 2017, 01:16:29 PM »
I completely forgot to respond to this, my bad! I'm willing to let Anton take leadership if it suited everyone?

Everywhere Else / Re: A Voyage Home (Closed)
« on: November 11, 2017, 01:12:26 PM »
"Of course, go right ahead", Anton hummed as he slipped his cane under his arm and picked up both of their luggage, and with everyone either wrapped up in their own conversations or heading there too, followed Saffron to the airship, bypassing Erikson with only a simple nod of recognition. Lawyers were tolerable only when you were paying them directly, Anton had found, and even then they were second only to politicians in terms of how utterly repulsive they could be.

Settling Saffron's luggage into place, Anton took the seat opposite, resting his cane between his legs. With warmer apparel left in the top of his suitcase, he felt comfortable remaining in his dark suit for the time being. He'd only brought enough clothes for a few days, so he hoped that the village had a good dry cleaner. Before that, though, would be a long flight, so Anton settled back into his seat, ready to banter with his fellows. He also planned to keep an eye on Blair during the trip, in case anything or anyone upset her. It always paid to stay in the leader's good books, after all.

The Vale Region / Re: Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: November 11, 2017, 12:42:37 PM »
Nodding quietly, Aoife followed Rory down the hall, stepping past the injured guard and making her way towards the rifleman. She crouched down long enough to pick up his rifle, keeping her weapon trained on him the whole time. "Gimme your ammo pal, you don't need it anymore" she said, doing her best to maintain her control of both her emotions and the situation. It wouldn't do to let her shock at the sudden death inject any weakness into her voice, not now. Aoife needed to be in control.

After he'd passed over any ammo left on his person, Aoife sent him down to the office with a nod of her head, taking the chance to shoulder her personal weapon in favour of looking the rifle over. Throwing a glance Rory's way, she turned to face the hallway, making certain no one was going to try to ambush them. It also gave her a chance to centre herself, taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the maelstrom of emotions inside her for now. Later though, Aoife promised herself that Royale was going to get one hell of an earful from her, once the everything was sorted out.

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