Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
Titan Xiao Long
Location: Grimm Studies Class
Nearby: Team PRWI, Team BRSS, Team SABL, Team CROC
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KarenAKAMint
KingofCool
There are many things Titan remembers from the days prior. Training with his teammates in the arena, enjoying a few meals without food fights, but one person stuck through his mind. Pyro, the redheaded devil for Titan. During the clean up Titan watched as Summer got closer and closer to the boy, at one point the boy even looking up Summer's skirt. Part obliviousness and part ignorance, Titan didn't want to admit to himself, but these events made it clear on his position to the man.
As the class started Titan was nowhere to be seen, still practicing on the punching bag that he imagined was Pyro. 1...2...3...4...5... Pacing out the punches, Titan slowly moved faster until his attacks broke the chains holding the bag, only to send it flying through the training room. He followed the bag, heading to the exit door with newfound resolve. The bell soon sounded, leaving the giant to stroll the halls alone on his way to the class. Entering the door behind Shamrock, Titan's usual smile was instead replaced by a placid composure. The composure faded as Titan glared at Pyro. Rolling his shoulder back and hurridly making his way to his seat before Shamrock's speech started, Titan gave a quick flex to his pectorals at the redhead before leaving his glare.
Titan took a seat in front of Summer, Valentine, and Onyx, smiling at his team. "Good morning," Titan gave a wave behind, but was unusually disconnected from the group. The gentle giant was silent for the most part, contemplating how to handle the Pyro situation. Between that, keeping up with Phoenix, and training with his new team, Titan knew the next weekend would be difficult. It seemed as if everyone was taking strides at Beacon, but Titan felt he was being left behind, especially by Summer.
Slate Black
Location: Grimm Studies Class
Nearby: Team BRSS, Team PRWI, Team CROC, Team SABL, Team SEAS
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Brinni
KarenAKAMint
ChazGhost
IG42
Location: Grimm Studies Class
Nearby: Team PRWI, Team BRSS, Team SABL, Team CROC
@Tags:
KarenAKAMint
KingofCool
There are many things Titan remembers from the days prior. Training with his teammates in the arena, enjoying a few meals without food fights, but one person stuck through his mind. Pyro, the redheaded devil for Titan. During the clean up Titan watched as Summer got closer and closer to the boy, at one point the boy even looking up Summer's skirt. Part obliviousness and part ignorance, Titan didn't want to admit to himself, but these events made it clear on his position to the man.
As the class started Titan was nowhere to be seen, still practicing on the punching bag that he imagined was Pyro. 1...2...3...4...5... Pacing out the punches, Titan slowly moved faster until his attacks broke the chains holding the bag, only to send it flying through the training room. He followed the bag, heading to the exit door with newfound resolve. The bell soon sounded, leaving the giant to stroll the halls alone on his way to the class. Entering the door behind Shamrock, Titan's usual smile was instead replaced by a placid composure. The composure faded as Titan glared at Pyro. Rolling his shoulder back and hurridly making his way to his seat before Shamrock's speech started, Titan gave a quick flex to his pectorals at the redhead before leaving his glare.
Titan took a seat in front of Summer, Valentine, and Onyx, smiling at his team. "Good morning," Titan gave a wave behind, but was unusually disconnected from the group. The gentle giant was silent for the most part, contemplating how to handle the Pyro situation. Between that, keeping up with Phoenix, and training with his new team, Titan knew the next weekend would be difficult. It seemed as if everyone was taking strides at Beacon, but Titan felt he was being left behind, especially by Summer.
Slate Black
Location: Grimm Studies Class
Nearby: Team BRSS, Team PRWI, Team CROC, Team SABL, Team SEAS
@Tags:
Brinni
KarenAKAMint
ChazGhost
IG42
Black Cherry
The time after lunch had moved swiftly, and Slate found himself promising Cherry to meet at the fountain sometime throughout the hours. Time in the dorm, then workout, dinner with the team, and now a meeting. The day for Slate usually goes by without much emotion, just focus on the task at hand and move on; but today this meeting had been in the back of Slate's mind. Unorthodox and not necessary to Slate's purpose, he wondered why he had agreed. Even so, Slate couldn't deny the tiny bit of nervousness over what Cherry had to say.
Slate had chosen the fountain for their talk and Cherry had made sure to go straight there from dinner and wait, regardless of how long it took him. She’d have waited even if he changed his mind and chose not to show up. She said she’d be there, so she would. It was as simple as that to her. So there she was, sitting on a bench looking at the fountain and waiting for her partner.
Slate strutted down the walkway to the fountain, giving polite smiles to the other students who waved or stared. Spotting Cherry on the other side of the crowd of people and through the water pouring over the top of the fountain. "Is this seat taken?" Slate wore a smile as he rounded the side of the fountain, gesturing to the bench next to her. As he sat down the area around them began to clear, the light from the sunset mixing with the lamps around them that began to ignite one after another.
"Nope." She said. Sighing contentedly she said "This is always my favorite time of the day. It's a magic hour. Things start to wind down, but the stillness of the air makes me think something amazing is about to happen. Before I get to anything else..." she looked at Slate. Her eyes were brown, their "natural" color. She took on a serious look. "What do you see when you look at me, normally. And..please be honest."
Slate took a seat next to her, placing his bag down at his feet. Reading Cherry's expressions, with or without the semblance, showed that she was having mixed emotions about the meeting too. Slate listened with interest, not breaking his gaze at her to look at the 'magic hour'. When she did finally turn to him, Slate found caramel brown eyes staring back.
She stared intently at her partner. Her smile containing a touch of sadness, expecting the worst. She wouldn't be surprised if, like most other people, he saw her more like a child than anything else. She was chipper and always eating sweets so it made sense. But they also thought her an airhead. I'm more than people think.
"What do I see?" Slate took a deep breath, knowing this was the moments to make or break his act. Usually Slate had to search for the words, construct the prefabricated lines, and use his training to it's highest level; but the answer came naturally and fluidly. "A very beautiful woman, but I believe you wanted something deeper?" Slate looked away at the sunset, "You're a student at Beacon, a member of the BRSS team, and you're my partner." Slate chuckled nervously, and mentally reprimanded himself for it. "I haven't known you for very long, but in that time I've started to think highly of you." Slate looked at her, his eyes missing the normal glittering that seemed to always accompany them. "I relate to you, and I'm glad to have you as my partner.".
It was candid and sincere, but Slate was internally cursing himself throughout the exchange. You have one job, become stronger. If that means manipulating your teammates, then so be it, but you have no need to do this. Slate shook his head before staring back at her, hiding his regret with a caring smile.
Cherry nodded at his response and smiled. "I see. Anyways we're not here to talk about me are we? We're here for you. I'll start with what I felt looking at your aura. It's...kind of sad. It's fairly solid but it flickers. Like it can't just keep itself in place. And very fitting given everything. It seems like you want to be in control with everything, but you can't be. It's just not possible silly! Life is full of unexpected surprises, that's what makes it fun! And your Semblance...it lets you see a lot. It may even help you find your mother. But if you try to look at everything, you're going to miss everything happening in front of you. Like how my chocolate snapped you out of whatever you were looking at earlier. I wasn't being sneaky when I pulled it out, but you didn't notice until it was literally right under your nose."
Slate attempted to stop her, to retort or reply. It was a lot, and made sense, but Slate wouldn't admit it. Semblances were a projection of the user, but Slate didn't find his as a personality trait, but a tool he needed to thrive. I have to control and observe, not just for my mother. Slate didn't like the idea of being in someone else's view, not like this. Again he tried to speak up, but was silenced by the girl.
Cherry looked up at the sky, holding up a finger to silence whatever he was about to say. She smiled at the moon. "I'll help you with your search any way I can. That's my promise. In return, promise me something. No games with me. I've met guys who like to be in control, they like to play games with people..." Cherry still hadn't looked back at him. "And games can really hurt someone... Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you aren't like that. But....maybe you are. If you want to mess with Ophelia, Silver, or anyone else, fine." Cherry turned to his partner, reached out and put her palm on his cheek. "But we're partners." She got up and shook her head as he started to respond. "Actually think about it. Let me know when you're sure." She put on her usual smile and made her eyes golden. "See you in the morning Slate~" she sang, and skipped off, leaving him alone in the night.
Slate leaned back in the bench, watching the girl skip away. The game was changing, the formula had new variables, and Slate needed to be careful. When she was far from view, Slate placed his hand to his cheek. I won't lose, this just makes it a bigger challenge. I will win.
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The days passed, Slate having little interaction with his team. Ophelia and Silver were busy playing mother and daughter, leaving Slate with his partner Cherry. Even then, they kept their distances. Cherry waiting for an answer, and Slate struggling to find one. A few days later and not much had changed, and Slate walked inside Grimm Studies Class without his team.
Slate had little time to himself, even without his team presence, as his brother was eager to fill the gap. Croc threw his arm around Slate, "Get you a girlfriend?". Slate genuinely smiled, alone in the class room and recognizing that he could drop the act. "While I have missed you during the week here, I don't know if I've gained the power to perform miracles." Slate looked at Croc, the blunt form of humor he rarely showed making an appearance for his brother.
Slate had some true advice to give to Croc, but his team leader Cirrus caused the curtains to rise and the act to continue. Rolling his shoulders back and letting his eyes glimmer with his semblance, Slate looked to Cirrus with a kind smile. "Entrancing?" Slate tilted his head with amusement, enjoying the compliment. "I haven't explored all of my desires, but..." The man knew this game well, and stopped his sentence as the bell rang. "I like to imagine they are more open than my brothers.".
The man was graceful in appearance, and Slate wished to pursue, but the teacher joining them caused Slate to lean back and return to the student's primary job; listen to boring lectures. Shamrock didn't seem much older than the students, but his tone and lecture were that of an old man. Between his teammates separated throughout the lecture hall and the boring teacher, Slate had little to do besides observe and think; his usual state anyways.
The time after lunch had moved swiftly, and Slate found himself promising Cherry to meet at the fountain sometime throughout the hours. Time in the dorm, then workout, dinner with the team, and now a meeting. The day for Slate usually goes by without much emotion, just focus on the task at hand and move on; but today this meeting had been in the back of Slate's mind. Unorthodox and not necessary to Slate's purpose, he wondered why he had agreed. Even so, Slate couldn't deny the tiny bit of nervousness over what Cherry had to say.
Slate had chosen the fountain for their talk and Cherry had made sure to go straight there from dinner and wait, regardless of how long it took him. She’d have waited even if he changed his mind and chose not to show up. She said she’d be there, so she would. It was as simple as that to her. So there she was, sitting on a bench looking at the fountain and waiting for her partner.
Slate strutted down the walkway to the fountain, giving polite smiles to the other students who waved or stared. Spotting Cherry on the other side of the crowd of people and through the water pouring over the top of the fountain. "Is this seat taken?" Slate wore a smile as he rounded the side of the fountain, gesturing to the bench next to her. As he sat down the area around them began to clear, the light from the sunset mixing with the lamps around them that began to ignite one after another.
"Nope." She said. Sighing contentedly she said "This is always my favorite time of the day. It's a magic hour. Things start to wind down, but the stillness of the air makes me think something amazing is about to happen. Before I get to anything else..." she looked at Slate. Her eyes were brown, their "natural" color. She took on a serious look. "What do you see when you look at me, normally. And..please be honest."
Slate took a seat next to her, placing his bag down at his feet. Reading Cherry's expressions, with or without the semblance, showed that she was having mixed emotions about the meeting too. Slate listened with interest, not breaking his gaze at her to look at the 'magic hour'. When she did finally turn to him, Slate found caramel brown eyes staring back.
She stared intently at her partner. Her smile containing a touch of sadness, expecting the worst. She wouldn't be surprised if, like most other people, he saw her more like a child than anything else. She was chipper and always eating sweets so it made sense. But they also thought her an airhead. I'm more than people think.
"What do I see?" Slate took a deep breath, knowing this was the moments to make or break his act. Usually Slate had to search for the words, construct the prefabricated lines, and use his training to it's highest level; but the answer came naturally and fluidly. "A very beautiful woman, but I believe you wanted something deeper?" Slate looked away at the sunset, "You're a student at Beacon, a member of the BRSS team, and you're my partner." Slate chuckled nervously, and mentally reprimanded himself for it. "I haven't known you for very long, but in that time I've started to think highly of you." Slate looked at her, his eyes missing the normal glittering that seemed to always accompany them. "I relate to you, and I'm glad to have you as my partner.".
It was candid and sincere, but Slate was internally cursing himself throughout the exchange. You have one job, become stronger. If that means manipulating your teammates, then so be it, but you have no need to do this. Slate shook his head before staring back at her, hiding his regret with a caring smile.
Cherry nodded at his response and smiled. "I see. Anyways we're not here to talk about me are we? We're here for you. I'll start with what I felt looking at your aura. It's...kind of sad. It's fairly solid but it flickers. Like it can't just keep itself in place. And very fitting given everything. It seems like you want to be in control with everything, but you can't be. It's just not possible silly! Life is full of unexpected surprises, that's what makes it fun! And your Semblance...it lets you see a lot. It may even help you find your mother. But if you try to look at everything, you're going to miss everything happening in front of you. Like how my chocolate snapped you out of whatever you were looking at earlier. I wasn't being sneaky when I pulled it out, but you didn't notice until it was literally right under your nose."
Slate attempted to stop her, to retort or reply. It was a lot, and made sense, but Slate wouldn't admit it. Semblances were a projection of the user, but Slate didn't find his as a personality trait, but a tool he needed to thrive. I have to control and observe, not just for my mother. Slate didn't like the idea of being in someone else's view, not like this. Again he tried to speak up, but was silenced by the girl.
Cherry looked up at the sky, holding up a finger to silence whatever he was about to say. She smiled at the moon. "I'll help you with your search any way I can. That's my promise. In return, promise me something. No games with me. I've met guys who like to be in control, they like to play games with people..." Cherry still hadn't looked back at him. "And games can really hurt someone... Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you aren't like that. But....maybe you are. If you want to mess with Ophelia, Silver, or anyone else, fine." Cherry turned to his partner, reached out and put her palm on his cheek. "But we're partners." She got up and shook her head as he started to respond. "Actually think about it. Let me know when you're sure." She put on her usual smile and made her eyes golden. "See you in the morning Slate~" she sang, and skipped off, leaving him alone in the night.
Slate leaned back in the bench, watching the girl skip away. The game was changing, the formula had new variables, and Slate needed to be careful. When she was far from view, Slate placed his hand to his cheek. I won't lose, this just makes it a bigger challenge. I will win.
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The days passed, Slate having little interaction with his team. Ophelia and Silver were busy playing mother and daughter, leaving Slate with his partner Cherry. Even then, they kept their distances. Cherry waiting for an answer, and Slate struggling to find one. A few days later and not much had changed, and Slate walked inside Grimm Studies Class without his team.
Slate had little time to himself, even without his team presence, as his brother was eager to fill the gap. Croc threw his arm around Slate, "Get you a girlfriend?". Slate genuinely smiled, alone in the class room and recognizing that he could drop the act. "While I have missed you during the week here, I don't know if I've gained the power to perform miracles." Slate looked at Croc, the blunt form of humor he rarely showed making an appearance for his brother.
Slate had some true advice to give to Croc, but his team leader Cirrus caused the curtains to rise and the act to continue. Rolling his shoulders back and letting his eyes glimmer with his semblance, Slate looked to Cirrus with a kind smile. "Entrancing?" Slate tilted his head with amusement, enjoying the compliment. "I haven't explored all of my desires, but..." The man knew this game well, and stopped his sentence as the bell rang. "I like to imagine they are more open than my brothers.".
The man was graceful in appearance, and Slate wished to pursue, but the teacher joining them caused Slate to lean back and return to the student's primary job; listen to boring lectures. Shamrock didn't seem much older than the students, but his tone and lecture were that of an old man. Between his teammates separated throughout the lecture hall and the boring teacher, Slate had little to do besides observe and think; his usual state anyways.
