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Beacon Academy / Re: Introduction to Advanced Aura [Closed]
« on: September 03, 2018, 01:02:14 PM »
There’s a few quiet moments where Prism stops taking notes, staring wide-eyed at Malina as she explains the next steps to take. What she’s explaining sounds unreal, and frankly somewhat eldritch - but given the complexities of aura, it somehow all makes sense. And the scariest thing about that all?

It doesn’t sound that hard to accomplish.

There’d been a time after her parents died where she’d been despondent, dead to the outside world. Too scared to sleep thanks to the nightmares, any appetite completely gone. She’d barely done anything to maintain herself, and even then it was only when forced. She remembered those days in grueling detail, the way it felt like drowning and the hopeless that choked her throat - forcing herself to remain awake for every second of it, otherwise risking seeing the death of her father on loop.

In the end, it had been months before she’d managed to pull herself together, when she eventually had another goal to live for.

If she’d done it once, she could do it again.

Snapping out of her revere with a start, she rapidly begins to transcribe every word of Malina’s explanation while firing off her usual round of questions. ”Okay, please tell me that this affects semblance capacity in some way, shape or form, because I will legitimately be surprised if it doesn’t considering semblance is a fucking manifestation of your soul. Secondly, what’s the best path or approach to start studying and preparing for this topic? Finally, how can this get any more abstract than turning your soul into a fucking fractal?”

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Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: September 03, 2018, 12:37:43 PM »
Prism listens to Calen’s response carefully, the only sign of her slowly-growing fury being the red flush to her face at his flippant comments about her personal life, and the way her eyes narrow as he goes on and on. She takes a breath to steady herself, before flinging her rifle over her shoulder. ”Calen, let’s keep whatever weird fantasies you entertain yourself with out of the discussion, please?” She asks, waving one hand in the air, as if to dismiss it. “I’m not going to pretend that there haven’t been times when violence was the right answer, because that was literally the entire Faunus Rights Revolution, and that was only forty years ago. The entire point of what I was saying though was that innocent people shouldn’t suffer, and somehow you missed that entire message.” She deadpans, staring him down. “And c’mon - you’re seriously giving more credit to ignorant people than they deserve. I can tell you from some very literal experience that plenty of people view us as nothing more than animals, and it’s a ridiculous fucking stereotype to overcome.”

Prism blinks a couple times at his answer, visibly confused. ”I asked what the best part of Beacon was to you, not what you’re attempting to accomplish here, but that counts enough I guess. And I dunno, probably learning to fly?” She raises her rifle and fires without bothering to scope in - causing the target to shatter a ways down the range. Walking over to the console, her stare is still icy. “Now why don’t you answer what Smokey asked? Consider that my question too.”

thunk

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Jima wouldn’t get another opportunity like this again.

The tall woman wasn’t interested in letting Rufus jump back and transform his weapon - she’s immediately onto her feet again, charging forwards as he moves away. She immediately fires her shotgun again, aiming to throw him off balance - before the head of the weapon closes up, and she brings it down only to immediately follow up with a harsh two-handed strike aimed at the chin. With a little luck, this’ll make him stagger and she’ll be able to just pound the remaining aura out of him - but if this strike misses, with all the weight she’s throwing into it, she’ll be wide open for retaliation.

Attack Log:
Shotgun Blast (6%)
Heavy Underhand Strike (6%, chance of staggering)

Jima’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 57%
Goliath: 5/5

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As Prism’s brow furrows in concentration, she continues to push the blade of her weapon into the air with shaking muscles. The firestorm brewing in the center of the marketplace pushes past seven feet, then eight - continuing to grow almost indefinitely, until it reaches well above the roofs of what few stalls remain standing. It stabilizes just under twelve feet, a raging tornado of fire and debri from the surrounding stalls. Prism lets out a shuddery breath then, pulling herself back into a normal stance and dropping the butt of her glaive to the ground again - staring off at the raging maelstrom in the distance with a look of tired pride.

Raising her free hand into the air, she makes a beckoning gesture towards the windstorm, causing it to quickly move towards the center of the marketplace and approaching the edge - ready to be flung wherever she deemed it necessary.

Prism knows she’s a sitting duck, standing out in the open like this. Smokey’s invisible amongst the raging inferno on the other end of the arena, but given the density of the smoke at this point, and how long he’d been hiding in there, it couldn’t be much longer until he revealed himself - and positioning herself out in the open like that was the perfect bait for hunter-in-training. All that mattered now was waiting long enough for Smokey to reveal himself so she could deliver her personal raging inferno onto him - assuming she managed to dodge whatever inevitable onslaught he decided to bring with Matchstick.

But that was a matter to deal with later.

Attack Log:
Raging Firestorm (preparing to launch, moving towards edge of the marketplace)

Prism’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk’s Eye: 5/5

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Everywhere Else / Re: Foreign Delicacies [Closed]
« on: August 31, 2018, 10:43:59 PM »
"Chantou Rou." She responds, barely nodding her head in Diana's direction. "Kinda' interestin' we got peeps from all 'round the world here. From Mistral myself."

There's a quiet moment as the mantis faunus watches the exchange between what she could only describe as two overly-polite nerds, before silently snorting to herself. Yu was a decent guy, and fairly amusing as well. Diana had a kind face and a sweet attitude, and being from Beacon at least severely lessened the chance of bigotry, so this was a risk she was willing to take. Besides, if worse came to worse, she's got a rental car in the parking lot she could drag Yu to. "Y'all can keep up this battle of manners long as you want, I'mma thinking of ordering food. Do either of you want anythin'?"

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Keeping her ears wide open in case she hears the Good New's trademark whistle, Prism doesn't move from where she's landed. She only moving to change the orientation of her blade, lowering the blade to the arena floor. She shifts one leg backwards so her stance is perpendicular to the marketplace on the other side of the the arena, her hands braced at the back and midpoints of the weapon. Flipping the weapon so the blade is facing towards the sky, the white steam begins to rise off her weapon as she ever-so-slowly hoists it into the sky - her muscles trembling almost imperceptibly, as if she's hoisting a great weight.

in the center of the blaze in the marketplace, Smokey would see the loose circle of wind tighten and tighten until it was barely a meter across. Corresponding to the slow elevation of Prism's blade, the whirlwind would begin to rise from the ground. It grew slowly but steadily, thriving off it's fiery surroundings - slowly growing into what could only be described as a fiery maelstrom, pushing six feet in height and continuing to rise.

Smokey wouldn't be able to see it from where he is in the center of the wild fire, but Prism's eyes have closed behind her goggles - so focused on the task at hand, the hummingbird was completely open. With such a great exertion, once that whirlwind dispersed she wouldn't be able to take off again right away, needing a few seconds to recharge. But if Smokey revealed himself, the damage this type of attack could cause just might be worth it.

It's not like Smokey knew that, anyways.

Attack Log:
Feeding the Firestorm (still building)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 5/5

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Prism only manages to dodge the lightning-dust arrow on pure reflex, tucking in her wings to drop a few meters. She quickly catches herself as they become a familiar iridescent blur, but unfortunately for her it's just long enough for her to lose sight of Smokey within the fire.

She's got no time to waste now.

The hummingbird faunus quickly empties her entire cartridge into the arena across from her, firing five red-hot shots that shoot through the sky. She's definitely not aiming for Smokey, as there's no slow, deliberate search for her her opponent - instead, where each bullet impacts along the front of the marketplace, individual stalls burst into flame. It's not much to start off, but given just how flammable the rest of the arena was, it wouldn't take long for the fire to quickly spread - and more importantly, semi-trap Smokey within his own personal flammable hell.

She just manages to catch the heavy familiar thunk of Good News deploying within the depth of the fire thanks to her sensitive hearing, making her stomach drop. It's going to be a bitch to hear coming, but that characteristic high-pitched whistle is hard to miss - she's really going to need to focus her hearing.

The second thing the hummingbird does is tug her goggles down over her eyes, before the updraft around her cut out, and she dove - towards all places - towards the ground. The smoke on the far edge of the arena where Smokey emerged cleared of haze as Prism forced the bubble of wind back. Not only did this give her a patch clear of haze to land on, but it also forced the thick smog enveloping Smokey's half of the arena backwards, making it all that much thicker with less room to fill.

Prism pops another cartridge into her rifle, before transforming it into it's secondary mode and popping in another cartridge of bullets in case she needs to make a quick takeoff. What she wanted to do next required a lot of concentration - enough so that she couldn't remain hovering at the same time. With her wings outstretched, ready to take off at a moment's notice, the hummingbird holds her glaive vertically in front of her, moving the blade in slow circles.  The white haze formed by her aura thickens and rises like steam, showing just how heavily she's concentrating.

The hummingbird faunus can feel everything in the air around her. The hot air rising from the smoke, the breezy bubbling enveloping half of the arena, slowly choking out the marketplace - every little shift in the aircurrents, every pocket of hot and cold, the difference between clean air and the smoke. She can feel the strength of the fire, feeding off precious oxygen to keep alight. In the very center of the all the chaos, in the heart of the explosion left behind by Good New's untimely delivery, the wind begins to stir, moving in a slow circular pattern.

Attack Log:
Fire bullet Hellstorm (not actually aiming at Smokey, just making more fire)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 5/5

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Prism tilts her head slightly to the side as she watches Smokey spring headlong into the personal hell of flames he created. She honestly can't quite parse together what he's trying to accomplish - either he's got one hell of a plan in store she can't predict yet, or he's trying to force her in after him. Which is... a debatably good plan, if she were anything other than a sniper.

It won't be hard to wait him out.

Prism hovers a bit lower, taking one final shot at Smokey's back as he attempts to disappear into the burning inferno. With her clip now empty, she pops the cartridge before reaching for her belt, before momentarily hesitating. The haze in the air from Prism's little bubble of wind has gotten all that much thicker, acting as cover for her opponent - but he couldn't put up with it forever, probably.

So why doesn't she make that so much more of a problem for him?

With a wiry grin on her face as she decides on a plan, the next cartridge of bullets she pulls from her belt has a red metallic casing - not that Smokey could notice that from his position.

Attack Log:
Bodyshot (7%)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 5/5

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Prism frowns to herself at the wasted damage, watching as he simply picked up the crossbow and started to book it across the arena to the burning wreck of stalls on the other side. She needs to start focusing on pumping out as much damage as possible. Every little bit against Smokey is going to be important, especially if he manages to get her into range and she wants any chance of wining.

She tracks him across the field through the scope of her rifle as he runs. She fires off another two quick shots then, trying to sneak in as much cheeky damage as she can get.

There's something else peculiar happening in the arena, but it's unlikely Smokey would've noticed it yet. He might be able to catch the glimpse of what appears to be steam rising off the hummingbird faunus if he looked closely enough, but against the bright backdrop of the sky and the colorful canvas of the rest of the stadium, the chances were slim. Instead of safely rising and dispersing in the sky, the smoke from Good New's latest article was slowly cycling back down into the arena, under the guise of a very light breeze that permeated the entirety of it - the rising cloud of ash never actually reached the target in the sky. It was still thin for now thankfully, but it wouldn't be much longer until the haze in the air grew particularly noticable.

Attack Log:
Bodyshot (7% x 2)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 1/5

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The taller woman takes Rufus' slug directly to the chin, resulting in a grunt as she rolls backwards off him, freeing up his legs. That doesn't mean he'd get a chance to run away all that quickly however - she quickly pulls herself onto one knee, halfway into a standing position as she brings Goliath around to retaliate with a point-black gunshot.

Attack Log:
Point-Blank Bodyshot (6%)

Jima's Combat Stats:
Aura: 57%
Goliath: 4/5

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The updraft slows down to a light breeze as Prism loses focus, only maintaining the the wind through some purely-instinctual reaction as she tracks the path of Good New's bullet. The bright-red fireball that serves an excuse for Good New's ammunition whistles it's way across the entire stadium, drawing the eyes of every individual - before the Mistralian market where Prism was moments beforehand is abruptly brought into the depths of some firey hell, encompassing the entire back half of Prism's side of the arena.

There's a few moments where the hummingbird stares slackjawed at the flames, completely frozen in midair. Her grip unconsciously tightens on her rifle, and she draws herself in a bit more, tucking her legs towards her chest as her eyes go glassy. It's just, it's a lot of fire. A lot of fire. Fire enveloping everything around it, burning wooden structures and scaring the ground, illuminating things in the night. It's just like- well- just like-

The light breeze swells in a harsh gust of wind, and Prism snaps back to reality with a shake of her head.

Right, she's got a match to win.

Glancing down at Smokey confirms he's making a beeline for the crossbows lining his side of the arena, dislodging one with a horrific use of such a pretty gun. Those crossbows are the only long-distance weapons he has access to, other than Good News, so it's more than likely he's going to attempt to shock her out of the air

She only spends moments quickscoping onto Smokey and firing off a shot that'll hopefully deter him from the fairly-obvious plan.  The hummingbird then focuses on in on the wooden pillar in the center of the arena, firing off her rifle to hit the button with a crack. Considering it's a non-moving target, there's a high-and-likely chance she'll hit - and then Smokey will get to deal with the barrage of arrows that came his way, while rendering him unable to use the long-distance weapons dotting the perimeter of his half of the arena.

...after this is all over, Prism would probably need to have a discussion about racial bias with the announcers and the judges.

Attack Log:
Bodyshot (7%)
Shooting the Button (Causes arrows to fire, 4% x 10 with however many you deem fair hitting Smokey)

Prism's Combat Log
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 3/5

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Prism's facial expression goes flat, her eyes narrowing while her mouth became a thin line. C'mon, a chicken of all things? Now that was just cruel.

The direction he's aiming his cannon-rifle hybrid confirms her suspiciouns of his attempt to blow up the marketplace, making her slowly drift more towards Smokey's side of the arena in order to avoid the inevitable explosion. She's not sure what he has to gain out of destroying her cover, but it's not of much use now that she's revealed herself. Plus, with all those hanging lights it's not like she could've flown in there anyways.

Still, that massive amount of smoke and fire would be annoying to deal with, so it worth a shot attempting to slow him down. Reaching for her belt, the hummingbird faunus pulled one of her precious dust-tipped bullets from it, loading the shot individually into the bolt-action mechanism on her rifle. Scoping in on her opponent, the shot fires moments after he initially insults her - aiming at his shoulder and upper arm, meaning to lock him up.

Attack Log:
Ice Dust Bodyshot (6% + Chance to freeze the limb)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 4/5

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[Elbow-Drop granted by Walter]

As the grappling hook finishes recoiling, Rufus's sudden leap over the trench doesn't come as much of a surprise. His semblance packs a powerful punch with it's blowback, so based on their impromptu game of tug-of-war, Jima wouldn't be surprised if he tried to boot her into the trench - and that's proven as Rufus comes in swinging with a fairly obvious feint. She doesn't buy it thankfully, but instead lets him slide partway past her - immediately dropping to one side at the same moment, slamming her elbow into his stomach to prevent him from getting any further.

Attack Log:
Elbow Drop (4%)

Jima's Combat Stats:
Aura: 62%
Goliath: 5/5

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Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: August 22, 2018, 09:46:41 PM »
"I'm not surprised, it's just - that's never how it should be done." Prism responds, annoyance evident in her voice. "Calen, here's the important question: whoever this kid was, do you know if they actually meant to kill the faunus? Was it an act of racial terrorism, or just some freak accident? The debate of morality surrounding this entire conversation depends on it's origins - everything depends on context." She answers, before stepping up to switch places with him.

Prism tilts her head slightly at his response to where he's from, making a quiet mental note to dig around a bit about that. Smokey's response reveals he's from Atlas, which - in retrospect, kinda makes sense. He hasn't chimed in on this entire conversation yet, so he probably wasn't one of the racist Atlesians, since he had no problems with her or Billy, just one of the incredibly ignorant ones instead. And those could always be educated, so Prism had no beef to pick.

Calen's question isn't unexpected, and Prism answers quickly enough. "One guess, faunus rights." she replies, coolly staring down Calen before bringing her rifle up to shatter the target. "I was the president of my high school's faunus rights organization, which probably won't come as a surprise."

She pads back to the firing console then, pulling her scroll from one of her pockets and whacking it against her hand a few times to get it to turn on. While the old piece of tech booted up, she briefly considered her question - they had been getting fairly heavy recently, so something to break the tension might be in order. "Best part about Beacon, as a school, so far?" She asks, before pressing the button to fire the target with a thunk.

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Oh, so that's the other gun.

Prism stares down the scope of her rifle at the oversized canon Smokey's wielding, her jaw slightly slack. She knew he had another gun other than Matchstick, and she knew it was powerful, but she wasn't expecting- well, that! What did he say that one time? It's a modified version of the gun on an Atesian paladin?

The part that's even scarier is the fact that it's pointing to her half of the arena. There was no way he knew where she was yet, so it's a safe bet that he isn't going to point that thing directly at her. A gun that size is bound to fire some powerful artillery, too. Her Mistralian marketplace was built mostly of rickety wooden stalls, so whatever that thing fired was going to punch right through everything - and more than likely, set everything on on her half of the arena ablaze.

Welp, at least that made her next course of action clear. She couldn't risk staying there.

Prism pulls herself into a crouching position, clutching Hawk's Eye as she leaps straight up off the rooftop. Her wings become an irridescent blur as a familiar updraft kicks into gear around her, propelling her nearly 10, then 20, then 30 meters above the arena - rising high into the air where she could keep an eye on everything her opponent was doing. That cannon might pack a powerful punch, but it'd definitely be slow to fire and could probably be seen from a mile away, so she had a pretty good chance of dodging it.

What Smokey might have a harder time dodging is the quick bodyshot she fires off as she rises into the air, coming into a steady hover.

Attack Log:
Bodyshot (7%)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 4/5

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