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Beacon Academy / Re: Big Game Hunting [Closed]
« on: February 15, 2019, 11:32:19 AM »
Jima’s answering shout from the side of the arena ( “Ten points works!”) is nearly drowned out by the answering hissing scream of the Deathstalker beneath Smokey, the tail in his grip flailing wildly as the short-range explosion flat-up evaporates a chunk of black flesh. The dwarf would get another few seconds worth of solid ground before the floor of the arena crumbles beneath him, and the rest of the Deathstalker flat-up bucks through the ground, aiming to dislodge the annoyance on it’s back.

He’s lucky that Diana’s effort to slow down the Grimm worked: ice encases approximately half of the massive creatures’ multiple legs along one slide, shifting it’s attention from bucking wildly to get Smokey off, to jerking harshly to one side as it attempted to free itself.

Kisha’s quick reflexes manage to save her from the oncoming Deathstalker at least, but her enthusiastic dive headfirst into the throng of Grimm is more than enough to drag their attention from the other loud, shouty target on the field. Her blades manage to sink into one and then nick another, making it to recoil and hiss - but another three attempt to dogpile onto the huntress-in-training in revenge for their injured peer.

The rest of the group aren’t smart enough to avoid Tieren’s bait, and while the one he just cut through barely barely manages to dissipate before a tail cuts through the smog to try to smack him off his feet. Two more Creeps move in, trying to close off the young hunter from his peers. Two aren’t invest enough in the tank’s stomping or the Deathstalker rodeo however - and break from the pack, slowly pacing around the outside perimeter of the chaos

- Creep x 9 (3 @Kisha with 1 recoiling, 3 @, 2 approaching @Diana and Jima)
- Deathstalker (Smokey)

- Lizard-pile (4% x 3 @Kisha)
- Team Attack (Chance to stumble and trip @Tieren, 5% Damage if Successful)
- Deathstalker Rodeo (@Smokey)
- Stalking prey (@Diana and Jima)

- Smokey: 0
- Diana: 0.5
- Kisha: 1.5
- Tieren: 0.5

Approved Characters / Re: Tiber Rostrum
« on: February 10, 2019, 12:22:29 PM »
Backstory checks out well, and I can appreciate the unique faunus features - though why didn’t he just blend all the foods he needed into an all-purpose smoothie?

Personality could use a tad more, but it rounds out well for a rebellious teen in his circumstances.

Semblance doesn’t seem to have any major problems, though is there a limit to how long he can hold small items like his knives, assuming he’s within range?

That’s all I’ve got, otherwise +1

(Thanks for your patience and being my first review)

Beacon Academy / Re: Extending the Olive Branch [Closed]
« on: February 03, 2019, 04:35:54 PM »
Prism snorts internally as her blatant statement makes the man faff about for a moment, trying to find a decent explanation. He manages to recover well at least. “I’m glad to hear he’s a worthy opponent on the battlefield.” She replies, giving him a small smile.

She tilts her head a bit at his remark regarding projectiles through, following his eyes as they dart from her, to the targeting range, to her again. “You mean the aura projectile technique? That’s one of mine, though Coco managed to pick it up in time for the tournament thankfully.” She answers, switching her glaive from the crook of her elbow to her left hand as she takes a step away from Juno. There’s a brief second as her glaive lights up, before she performs a harsh downswing - and another bright-white crescent goes screaming across the arena to shatter one of the holograms at the far end. “It’s a combination of enhancing damage and aura channeling essentially, though there’s a bit more to it than that.”

Everywhere Else / Re: New Relations, New Family [CLOSED]
« on: February 02, 2019, 01:10:20 PM »
Prism deftly follows Jocelyn through the crowd, weaving carefully despite still coming off her adrenaline high. As happy as she was, it didn’t escape her notice that she was the target of some pointed hands and low whispers - probably the result of being one of the latest victors in the recent matches. The overexcited kids pointing wildly at her though made it all worth it, and the sight of their eyes bulging out of her head when she waved back, well -

It was totally worth all the glares old Atlesians farts had to offer. Thankfully though, they’d reached the table by that time.

“Yo, Setsuna! Thanks man. There were some pretty tense moments, not gonna lie, but I managed to muscle through.” She states proudly, jokingly flexing a bicep to emphasise her (lack of) muscle mass as she took the seat across from him. “You’re not doing to shabby yourself though - congrats on your doubles win with Calen!”

Beacon Academy / Re: Extending the Olive Branch [Closed]
« on: February 02, 2019, 12:57:52 PM »
“One and only Prism Skylark!” Prism calls out briefly, prompting a quick glance over her shoulder at the heavy footsteps approaching her. She quickly finishes her latest series of inputs on the console to bring up the next round of holographic targets: a series of hipogriffin targets spaced out evenly in the air on the far side of the arena - before finally turning around to face Juno.

There’s a quick moment where her head cocks to the side at the sight of him, before recognition shines in her eyes.. “...Juno Vert, right? You’re the guy who threw one of my teammates through a tree.” She says, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, glaive resting in the crook of one elbow. “What can I do for you?”

Beacon Academy / Extending the Olive Branch [Closed]
« on: February 02, 2019, 01:16:27 AM »

Close your eyes. Listen for your heartbeat. Feel it’s tangible pulse, the steady ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum that brings you life. Feel blood in your veins, pulsing through you, steady and unending - feel the depth of your soul.

Focus on that life inside you. The soul you’ve carried since you’ve been brought into this world, the weight that it carries and the power it brings you - to create winds, summon storms, to fly well beyond what any human can accomplish.

Your weapon is only another limb. Allow your aura to creep up the length of your glaive, bringing a new, ivory shimmer to the already-shining blade. Take a breath, wait one-two-three beats-


The massive shining crescent that flies across the training arena is accompanied by a heavy dose of wind, slicing cleanly through all three Ursa targets at the other side. The distinct clink of her blade against the floor is enough to bring Prism Skylark out of her trance-like state, blinking as the white mist curling away from her body slowly begins to dissipate. It takes her another moment to focus, but the sight of the clean-cut targets is enough to bring a small smirk to her face - it’s good to know she can create crescents of that size, in case she needs to hit multiple enemies at once. Other than overextending the reach of her weapon and making it bounce off against the floor, she was fine - she just needs to be a bit more aware of the length of her glaive and its interaction with the world around her.

Nodding to herself in quite self-approval of the next steps to take, Prism stands back up to her full height, and turns to the nearby console in order to set up the next round of targets. Practice makes perfect, after all.

Beacon Academy / Re: Introduction to Advanced Aura [Closed]
« on: January 14, 2019, 05:23:37 PM »
Prism turns back to her notes, twiddling with her pen for a moment before it begins to write down Ms. Nahualli’s latest explanation. This technique only had a 85% success rate - it’ll kiss you by the first phase if you dared try it, and even then if it decides to be merciful, you’ll be permanently crippled for life. That’s not to mention that Prism might not even be possible of accomplishing it, given that creating and controlling large gusts of wind isn’t something that can be done with a person’s aura normally.

Prism’s pen stops for a moment as she bites her lip, a rare frown etching itself into her face. This wasn’t something worth learning if it weakened her, or weakened her semblance - she was perfectly aware that she couldn’t physically stand up to a good portion of the academy, and sometimes the only thing that kept her on her feet was an oversized aura and overpowering semblance, so-

When had that ever stopped?

Her mind made up about approaching Ms. Nahualli after class was over to evaluate her candidacy, Prism resumes her rapid chicken-scratch notetaking. Her hand flies into the air as per the norm at the end of the TA’s monologue, not waiting to get called on to ask her question. “Ms. Nahualli, if it’s so dangerous, why did you personally decide it was worth learning?” She asks, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Everywhere Else / Re: Being a Responsible Adult [CLOSED]
« on: January 10, 2019, 11:41:42 PM »
“The Royale family sponsors me - Royal Senior, specifically. He has scholarships for students who can’t attend Beacon or other combat schools, and I was lucky enough to snag one.” She answers, letting a hint of pride in her voice. “Plus like, two afterschool jobs and night classes at Signal brought me up to par pretty quickly. There’s plenty of time in the day when you don’t sleep.” Her joke is on the lighter side, even if her voice is oddly weighted - finishing with another sip of the energy drink in her hand.

Hunter’s offer to sponsor her though makes her perk up though, straightening her back and blinking at him rather widely for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just said - another Hunter, and one that’s tasked with teaching the next generation, offering to teach a tiny faunus from Vale that vaguely showed some promise. That’s basically any sane student’s dream. A professional huntsman offering to dedicate their time to teach them, to help them become stronger, faster, better versions of the students they already were. And here was a literal professor, a faunus professor, someone who taught and prepared the next generation of hunters and huntresses to save the world over and over again, singing her praises about her ability to survive and succeed and offering to teach her, she’d be a fool to say anything other than-


The answer is abrupt, sudden, and even Prism seems a bit taken aback by the way she slams the bottom of the energy drink onto the table in enthusiastic confirmation. She blinks, flushes a slight red, and settles back into her chair again as she tries to calm the literal ruffled feathers peaking out from behind her. ”...if you’re willing to pardon the outburst, I’d be absolutely honored to accept you as my sponsor, and would relish the chance to improve my skills in any professional capacity.” She finishes, only smiling a bit awkwardly.

The Vale Region / Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« on: January 05, 2019, 02:02:03 PM »
Prism carefully slides through the door at the top of the staircase, and closes it silently behind her. The astute difference between the grimy fighter rooms downstairs and the crisp and clean management hallway is enough to make her blink a couple times as she takes it in; quickly noting the fairly large management team the fights apparently require.

Whipping out the camera she got from Mordred earlier, she passes down the hallway and takes individual photos of the plaques on each door, alongside mentally noting the names. At the very least, she’d be able to pass on who’s organizing this underground fighter’s ring to Mordred. Her sensitive hearing isn’t picking up the sounds of anybody else in the hallway though - so it won’t hurt to poke her head into one of the offices and see what she can find.

Based on her experience leading team Casanova, it’d be any of the managers who’d probably have the most information on the operation, given what it’s like to schedule training periods and everything - but the administrator was the one who’d have the most information on everyone.

So, after she’s finished taking pictures of the entire hallway, she turns and tries the door to Whitaker’s office.

Jima’s smile isn’t back yet. The expression on her face is tense, concentrated, and- for some reason, she’s fighting with her eyes closed?

That doesn’t seem to stop her relentless assault though. She’s trying to step into Rufus’ personal space as soon as he rolls back, unwilling to let her opponent get away. The mace comes back into play hard and fast with a quick combination of swings, favoring the speed over anymore heavier blows - at this point in the match, it’s all about who puts out more damage the fastest.

Attack Log:
One-handed Swings (3% x 3, as many as you choose land)

Jima’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 36%
Goliath: Frozen Shut

Everywhere Else / Re: New Relations, New Family [CLOSED]
« on: December 16, 2018, 05:02:58 PM »
“Fuck yeah, food sounds fantastic.” Prism answers, still excited enough to be bouncing on the balls of her heels. She just seems to bypass the news about Calen - she saw the match, it’s only kinda logical he managed to get sick after getting his skinny as soaked clean through.

“Frankly, spicy sounds kinda great right now. Or anything with like, a fairly high amount of carbs. Or caffeine. You know how my metabolism works, flying burns a fuckton of energy, and- ah, shit, I’m rambling aren’t I?” She says a bit sheepishly, cutting herself off halfway through the sentence. “Y’know what, enough words. Lead the way, I have no idea where the foodcourt is from here.”

Beacon Academy / Re: Meet and Beat [Team CASA][Closed]
« on: December 08, 2018, 12:55:05 AM »
“Just me right off the bat, I’m afraid.” Prism interjects, trying to cut off Coconut’s rather… lascivious comment. She gives Azure’s hand a surprisingly firm shake, before shooting the only male member of Casanova a glare. Behave, or else - it seems like the leader of the team runs a fairly tight ship. “And sorry about the surprise - I think I might’ve heard you once or twice in passing, and at least occasionally on the radio? Never really spent much time listening to music.” She answers faintly. She waves her hand in the air, moving the point on - there’s a lot more to do, and it’d do good to get the rest of the team’s mind off of Amane.

“Regardless, three on one seems a bit harsh to start off, so I’m going to give you a bit of a different challenge.” She answers, taking a step away from the group and unhooking the thin metallic box from her back in one smooth motion. Shifting off the safety and flicking a lever along the outside of the weapon, a long shaft extends from one end, while the main body of the weapons delicately folds outward to form a razor-sharp blade - only taking seconds to form Prism’s characteristic glaive. “I want you to try to land a hit on me. Not trying to take me down necessarily, but just land a single, solid hit. This’ll give me a good feel of your combat skills, and give Josie and Coco hear a chance to see you in action. Sound alright to everyone?” She asks, glancing around the room and looking for approval.

Regardless, another couple steps back - and slides her stance out, gripping the staff of her weapon with both hands.

Everywhere Else / Re: New Relations, New Family [CLOSED]
« on: December 03, 2018, 10:05:35 PM »

All Prism can really do is hug her friend as she’s picked up and spun around, giggling like she was drunk. “Nope! Right as rain - I got oughta there with like, 95% aura! I managed to completely wipe out Smokey’s - did you see the size of that fire tornado, like just- holy shit! I knew I could do that but I didn’t think I could do that!” She raves, taking a step a back and gesturing a bit wildly in reference to the match. She’s honestly a still a bit drunk on her success - but frankly, could you really blame her for that?

Eventually though, after bouncing on the balls of her heels for another couple minutes, she manages to calm down and give Jocelyn a blinding grin. “I could hear your squeal from the stands you know - just barely, but still! Thanks for cheering me on, and- oh wait, how’s Setsuna and Calen? They finished just before me, right?” She suddenly starts, remembering the previous match. “There was a lot of… underwater action, so like - I know nobody drowned, but still. How’re they holding up?”

Beacon Academy / Re: Big Game Hunting [Closed]
« on: December 01, 2018, 05:34:20 PM »
The charging Grimm goes down with Kisha’s first arrow, embedding itself in the creatures forehead before it poofs into a cloud of black smoke. The second Creep goes down in a similar fashion, and Tyrian’s headlong charge is rewarded with a Creep attempting to bite his arm off - only to be sliced solidly down the middle. Diana’s two carefully-aimed shots manage to hit home, which earns the support a quick nod of thanks from Jima. There’s still one Creep that nobody bothered to shoot, though - and it immediately capitalizes the lack of attention by lunging at the nearest target of Tieren, mouth open.

”More Creeps incoming, by the way!” Jima yells, not looking up from her weapon. True to her word, nearly double the initial crowd emerges from the surrounding arena arches, fanning out in a loose semicircle to surround the fledgling hunters. Jima gives an approving hum to herself at the fact, having really only expected Creeps to be around right away- it’d give everyone a good chance to warm up.

Which is why when the feeling of something other niggles at the edge of her Grimm sense, it’s enough to make her jerk her head up in surprise. ”Smokey, incoming!

The ground underneath Kisha and Smokey - the two who decided to stay back -  would suddenly swell from underneath and make cause the stone crack, adding in the fun of additional tripping hazards.  That’s all the warning the two would get though, before the golden-tipped tail of Death Stalker breaks through the stone and attempts to stab the conveniently-placed immovable object.

Creep x 11 (4 killed immediately from initial 5, 10 more emerged)
Deathstalker Tail

Creeper Lunge (7%)
Deathstalker Stab (10)


Everywhere Else / Re: Foreign Delicacies [Closed]
« on: November 30, 2018, 12:43:06 PM »
Chantou gives Diana a nod of welcome, before leaning back in her chair - carefully balancing the thing on two legs, one leg planted against the table stem. She raises a questioning eyebrow at Yu when he orders approximately all the seafood on the menu, since he sure didn’t look like a cat faunus - must be some kinda aquatic mammal. Thankfully Diana’s lunch choice is a bit less expensive, so she’ll only be stretching her budget a bit. Still, the company’s pleasant - so she might as well enjoy herself.

“So, either of ya’ plan on competin’ in the Vytal Festival?” She questions, reaching inside her coat to pull out thin silver cigarette case. Popping it open, she puts one between her teeth and reaches for her lighter - before promptly remembering she has company. “...y’all guys mind if I smoke?”

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