RWBY: The Years Before: Shadow of Grim

Ozpin stood, picking up his cane and swinging it under his arm. "Well. Your concern is justly placed." Ozpin walked over to the bit of holographic screen he had swished to the side of his desk and drug it with his fingers over to where it was more visible to Kuro. "I've been reviewing footage from your encounter earlier thismorning. At first, I was convinced the intelligence level of the grim was simply an illusion. Upon further inspection, this was proven unlikely. I then thought the most likely result was that these grim were alot older than others, but this also prooved unlikely. Even the huge Beowulf and Ursa the transfer students fought had the markings of barely adolescent grim." Ozpin pressed a couple of buttons and Kuro's scroll buzzed. Ozpin nodded to it. "I've sent you a copy of the footage. Can I trust you to not show it to anyone other than those who were there? You understand, the emerald forest is a dangerous place, even moreso with these 'sentient grim.' That is a fact that none of us can deny, they are not normal" He stepped around the desk, stopping to rest in front of Kuro. He planted his cane firmly, but gently, on the ground, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please do not explore this matter by further confrontation." Ozpin trusted Kuro to comply, and therefore turned back around to sit at his desk. "Oh, and one more thing. You're not the only one who's decided to explore the subject. Curve mentioned he'd like to do something about it as well. I understand you are on good terms, so perhaps working with him would prove beneficial. Dangerous, but danger usually yeilds the most results..." As his voice trailed off, Ozpin noticed how similar his two students were. Both were loyal and efficient leaders. Both sometimes had a hard time controlling their emotions. But most of all, neither of them would ever leave a man behind. With that in mind, Ozpin decided the two would be an excellent pair to work on this. "Stay safe, Kuro." Ozpin warned, and apparrently this was a dismissal, because he resumed watching another one of his screens that floated about his desk.
 
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Curve flipped his wrist, checking his watch. "Meh. I guess. You've caught me in a good mood." To be honest, he wouldn't really be doing anything else. He could put off figuring out how to win the minds of Vale's residents later. And it would be good to get used to the land. The streets, the people... Possibly the gangs. Going for a walk with Ivory would be an opportunity to travel without the suspicion he was sure to fall under later. It also offered protection, safety in numbers. Not like he needed protection, but other people didn't know that yet. A lone student walking around at night would draw attention he didn't want. Plus, he'd need to familiarize himself with the territory if he was to control it. "I don't care where we go, I'll just follow you around like a lost puppy."
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Ivory couldn't help but giggle. "No, definitely not a puppy." She said as she walked her way to a van that was waiting to pick her up. "I feel that you're more like a big bad wolf." She said as she opened the van door. "Esteban, this is Curve, he will be joining me tonight." The driver gave no response and remained quiet. She beckoned Curve to join her.
 
Curve clenched his fist, cracking the knuckles on one hand. Getting into a van with someone he'd only just met wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do in his line of work. But he had enough confidence in his abilities that if shit went down, he could flip the van. "Well. You're not wrong." Curve mused, placing a hand on the top of the van as he climbed inside stiffly. Scooting over to make room for ivory, he assumed she'd sit in back with him, Curve reached up and grabbed ahold of one of the handles attatched to the roof of the car. His other hand rested on his knee. His posture was straight, but rigid. His tattoos glowed slightly, and he let out a gentle breath through his nose. He hoped tonight wouldn't be too eventful.
 
"I'm always ready! Gimme' the best you got!"


Despite the battle he was just in, he seemed well energized, probably with help from Asher energizing him. Even with the glaive up to his face, he didn't seem phased. Wasn't like the first time death was all up in his face, and this was another scenario that he knew he would never beat the guy in terms of strength. However, because of the battle before, he was on the lower end of the stick. He knew his speed tactic, so it was time to mix up the game a little. Jumping up into the air, both his feet landed on the glaive that was directed at his face, before jumping a second time into the air. Taking out the fan, which never seemed to have an offensive use until now, he flung it open. However, under the momentum, blades shot out of the fan with a light click, five of them heading towards Asher.


@Chayliel


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Blinking a few times as she stumbled on the ground, it seemed to be his instant response to being confused. Shrugging it off, seeing how she's fine, he started walking again, allowing her to catch up.


"... you really need to watch where you're going."


He still never seemed to get the message with her being flustered, and rather a result of a personality trait. Whether or not that would be a good or bad thing, well, let's see if that ever happens. Shoving one of his hands in his pockets, he looked at the sky for a few seconds, before back ahead.


"... I didn't know there was a training hall."


Hearing the extremely loud, familiar voice of someone that he wish he didn't know, he looked in the direction that he heard it from. Seeming to breeze over her question, his interest was peaked. Did the guy actually have capability of beating someone? That's definitely a first. Whether or not she followed, he headed off in that direction, an inquisitive expression over his face.





@Emperor Of Embers
 
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Asher let Hannes show off just a bit before decided to take action. Asher kept his face straight as he put the hilt of his glaive higher than the blade, he moved the glaive's hilt so he could accurately deflect each blade from the fan. "That was a FAN-tastic attack... I guess." He said trying to make a pun. But now it was his turn to attack.


Asher bent his knees a bit to get more power into his jump. What seemed like the speed of light, Asher was already up in Hannes' face. He smirked, showing his large canines. He whispered to Hannes, "My turn." Still in the air, Asher drove his glaive into the ground and propelled his body in a circle, aiming at Hannes' face with his heel, with only enough effort to send him flying, not shatter his entire face. :)


@Entarriance
 
Entarriance said:
"I'm always ready! Gimme' the best you got!"
Despite the battle he was just in, he seemed well energized, probably with help from Asher energizing him. Even with the glaive up to his face, he didn't seem phased. Wasn't like the first time death was all up in his face, and this was another scenario that he knew he would never beat the guy in terms of strength. However, because of the battle before, he was on the lower end of the stick. He knew his speed tactic, so it was time to mix up the game a little. Jumping up into the air, both his feet landed on the glaive that was directed at his face, before jumping a second time into the air. Taking out the fan, which never seemed to have an offensive use until now, he flung it open. However, under the momentum, blades shot out of the fan with a light click, five of them heading towards Asher.


@Chayliel


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Blinking a few times as she stumbled on the ground, it seemed to be his instant response to being confused. Shrugging it off, seeing how she's fine, he started walking again, allowing her to catch up.


"... you really need to watch where you're going."


He still never seemed to get the message with her being flustered, and rather a result of a personality trait. Whether or not that would be a good or bad thing, well, let's see if that ever happens. Shoving one of his hands in his pockets, he looked at the sky for a few seconds, before back ahead.


"... I didn't know there was a training hall."


Hearing the extremely loud, familiar voice of someone that he wish he didn't know, he looked in the direction that he heard it from. Seeming to breeze over her question, his interest was peaked. Did the guy actually have capability of beating someone? That's definitely a first. Whether or not she followed, he headed off in that direction, an inquisitive expression over his face.





@Emperor Of Embers
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Silas followed Grovyn, but had to run to catch up with him. "Hey. Where are we going?" she asked as she adjusted the top part of her suit, and looked at him. "Do you always have a blank look on your face? You seem very... Distant from everyone else." she said as she pondered why he was monotone, and seemingly uninterested in everything.
 
...?!


Expecting him to deflect it, he didn't expect the kick. He managed to form a bubble of air around himself before it hit his face, nearly millimeters away, however, it wasn't like it stopped the kick. Instead, it sent him straight back against the wall, repelling the hit, at least without a kick to the face, but rather a slam against a wall. However, as Asher had hit the air, he was pushed back with the same amount of force that his kick would have done Hannes, except to a much lesser damage scale due to body mass.





"Gah... nothing's heeling my back after those two battles."


Slammed against the wall, he managed to land on his feet instead of crumpling to the ground, but not after stumbling forward a bit. This guy, definitely had strength with him, and that was what he had to use. Batoning his hatchet in one hand with his fan in the other, he ran towards the wall behind him. Using it like a launch pad, he kicked his foot against it, which would have brought him to the other wall, which he would kick off to the consecutive wall, and the one across, in an irregular pattern that couldn't really be, well, guessed. The hatchet would split in half and the end would draw back, a draw string shooting out, creating a crossbow with that hand. Aiming it down as he ran from wall to wall, he shot numerous amounts of red-aura bolts at him, from a number of different angles and directions. Lessening the air resistance against him as he was in the air, it grew faster and faster, to a point where even two could have been fired in the same second from different directions. Adding onto that, a hurricane of wind seemed to be stirring up in the area, because of his movement against the air causing multiple jet streams at a time with the lack of air resistance and his movement, which distorted the movement of the bolts slightly, so not only were they aimed at him, they could have been aimed around him. So some were destined to hit him while others weren't, making movement confusion.


As these were being fired, from a random wall, he aimed downwards as he kicked, going straight towards Asher an untrackable speed alongside some of his bolts, meaning that if he were to block them, there was a high chance that Hannes' bladed fan would hit him as he was coming towards him. Though if he blocked that fan, it would've left some bolts still flying in countless directions at him, proving as another diversion.


.... before he managed to get close enough to be blocked, he fired off another five blades from his fan, before switching direction to a completely different angle to hit in close range, adding even more diversions to this complete mess!


@Chayliel


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"...distant? Isn't that under the circumstances of orientation if some article is far away?


... ha, he didn't even understand the sentence. Confused on what she meant, he slowed down his pace a little, letting her catch up. Is this some more of that social stuff that he was bound to come across that Hannes teased him about when he first entered? Well, assuming that was him. He never really understood anything in terms of socially, only stuff that you would see in textbooks, or things that you would make up.


"... huh, I'm not sure. I didn't do a lot with people. Well, this Academy is the first time I talked to... people that aren't associated with my father."


He wasn't wrong. He did get to know one girl, who's father worked under his, though that stopped short after his father's failed academy attempt finally, well, failed. He never got to know anyone else, so this definitely was a first. So he assumed that the way he acted was normal, like any other person would act. Out of everything he did study, sociology and physiology definitely wasn't one of them.





@Emperor Of Embers
 
Entarriance said:
...?!
Expecting him to deflect it, he didn't expect the kick. He managed to form a bubble of air around himself before it hit his face, nearly millimeters away, however, it wasn't like it stopped the kick. Instead, it sent him straight back against the wall, repelling the hit, at least without a kick to the face, but rather a slam against a wall. However, as Asher had hit the air, he was pushed back with the same amount of force that his kick would have done Hannes, except to a much lesser damage scale due to body mass.





"Gah... nothing's heeling my back after those two battles."


Slammed against the wall, he managed to land on his feet instead of crumpling to the ground, but not after stumbling forward a bit. This guy, definitely had strength with him, and that was what he had to use. Batoning his hatchet in one hand with his fan in the other, he ran towards the wall behind him. Using it like a launch pad, he kicked his foot against it, which would have brought him to the other wall, which he would kick off to the consecutive wall, and the one across, in an irregular pattern that couldn't really be, well, guessed. The hatchet would split in half and the end would draw back, a draw string shooting out, creating a crossbow with that hand. Aiming it down as he ran from wall to wall, he shot numerous amounts of red-aura bolts at him, from a number of different angles and directions. Lessening the air resistance against him as he was in the air, it grew faster and faster, to a point where even two could have been fired in the same second from different directions. Adding onto that, a hurricane of wind seemed to be stirring up in the area, because of his movement against the air causing multiple jet streams at a time with the lack of air resistance and his movement, which distorted the movement of the bolts slightly, so not only were they aimed at him, they could have been aimed around him. So some were destined to hit him while others weren't, making movement confusion.


As these were being fired, from a random wall, he aimed downwards as he kicked, going straight towards Asher an untrackable speed alongside some of his bolts, meaning that if he were to block them, there was a high chance that Hannes' bladed fan would hit him as he was coming towards him. Though if he blocked that fan, it would've left some bolts still flying in countless directions at him, proving as another diversion.


.... before he managed to get close enough to be blocked, he fired off another five blades from his fan, before switching direction to a completely different angle to hit in close range, adding even more diversions to this complete mess!


@Chayliel


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"...distant? Isn't that under the circumstances of orientation if some article is far away?


... ha, he didn't even understand the sentence. Confused on what she meant, he slowed down his pace a little, letting her catch up. Is this some more of that social stuff that he was bound to come across that Hannes teased him about when he first entered? Well, assuming that was him. He never really understood anything in terms of socially, only stuff that you would see in textbooks, or things that you would make up.


"... huh, I'm not sure. I didn't do a lot with people. Well, this Academy is the first time I talked to... people that aren't associated with my father."


He wasn't wrong. He did get to know one girl, who's father worked under his, though that stopped short after his father's failed academy attempt finally, well, failed. He never got to know anyone else, so this definitely was a first. So he assumed that the way he acted was normal, like any other person would act. Out of everything he did study, sociology and physiology definitely wasn't one of them.





@Emperor Of Embers
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"Uh... well yes.... but socially.... you are distant. You seem uninterested in talking to pretty much anyone. Were you isolated as a kid?" she asked him, not knowing why he seemed distant. "Because being a hermit.... or being forced into it.... Is not normal. Everyone is expected to talk to others in full conversation. At least, That is what society says." she added as she had a look of concern on her face.
 
"Isolated... isolated... under the connotation of the morpheme I suppose I was rather outlied from the rest of society."


... yeah, just "rather". Living life in total seclusion from the rest of the outside world with just every single book in the world to talk to, I'm sure that was only a little bit secluded from the rest of the world. As usual, his invariable sentences were cut off, as if asking a robot a question and getting an answer. There didn't seem to be any sentiment towards it, though at least his responses were getting a little longer! And less one-worded! Not understanding her concern, he genuinely assumed that there were plenty of other people like him, and a lot of those people were the most successful people out there. But he was confused with the whole, full conversation, part of it. Bringing his hand out of his pocket, he crossed it over his chest, his other arm's elbow pinning it against his chest as his hand scratched his cheek in confusion.


"A conversation is defined as an informal correspondence of interpretations and ideas between two people... so... what's defined as a full conversation? Is full used as an adjective, verb, adverb, or noun? In implication of the word, it must be an adjective, though that's defined as containing or holding something to it's adequate volume... but can you have a full correspondence of interpretations? Maybe it's the informal part..."


Seemingly genuinely confused by it all, he raised his hand, where the air started to shake with heat, before a mirage was formed, Seeming to pull out a dictionary in one section and a writing board in the other, he looked like he was trying to make sense of it all in the least sensible way physically possible.





@Emperor Of Embers
 
Asher expected the bolts once he saw Hannes flying from wall to wall. He simply stood still, the blade of his glaive was pointing up and the hilt was on the ground. Asher took a breath and used his semblance on himself. His gray and red aura glowed around his body, and it was thicker than any usual aura. Nearing opaque, whenever any bolts managed to hit him, they simply deflected off of his aura and would hit the ground, making some dust cover Asher's position. He heard a certain click that he had heard when the fan was unfolded the first time and Asher prepared for more blades, not being able to see where they would be coming from due to the dust clouding his vision. He waited for a hit from the blades. Once he felt his aura being pierced by the first blade, he knew the direction. Reacting almost immediately, he reinforced his aura with more defense and strength. Of the 5 blades shot at him, four hit him, but only one had reached his skin. He was bleeding only a small amount from his left bicep. He raised his right arm to be ready for a close ranged attack from Hannes, and he was right. He caught a foot going nearly the speed of sound, with enough force to clear the dust. Asher's hand moved closer to his face to have a better stop. He tightened a grip on Hannes' ankle and flung the boy towards the corner of the wall and the floor. "Get a grip!" Asher yelled as he threw Hannes. He wasn't really sure what he could have been saying it to or about but he figured he would keep up with the puns. Asher felt something cool on his forehead. He was using too much of his semblance. He almost completely turned it off, just until he would need it again. He wiped the drop of sweat with the back of his thumb. He finally readied his glaive once more, ready to use it this time.


@Entarriance
 
"Crap, crap... crap!!!"


Trying to lessen the air resistance before he hit the wall, he managed to succeed just a little bit before slamming into the wall face first, at least cushioning the hit just, just a little. Not really a lot to stop the pain, but hey, a little is good!


The one blade that hit his skin, because it was barely a nick, but a hit, let's give you a little up-up on his weapon. It's hidden behind a rather, feminine, outside, though each of his blades have a different use, and the one that he used particularly was, paralysis. Starting from his left bicep, but very slowly since it wasn't a full hit, there seemed to be a painful, immovable sensation. He could well enough move his left arm, since there was only a small amount, but from what it is, it would progressively spread the more he moved his body to the rest of his arm, and then his body, and so forth.


.. but for now, he can move his arm perfectly fine, and Hannes is against a wall, so he has time on him!


Groaning a little, he quickly came to his feet, wiping off the blood that was around the side of his head and his nose. This was nothing compared to back home, how come you just can't win this fight? As those anxiety's came flooding in, he realized that long distance fighting didn't seem to work with him, seeing how his aura deflected it, unaware that he turned it off. Hannes trained a lot with his aura in the mountain, so there was a lot he could use before it actually started getting to him. The real problem is, he used it a bit too much in the mountains, so he never actually trained himself in terms of strength, and only running away and speed.


Coughing into his sleeve, he used heavily pressurized air by his feet to quickly propel him in Asher's direction, his crossbow switching back into a hatchet, and his fan having blades sticking out of it's ends, ready for hand to hand combat. Before he hit, he immediately ducked to, well, whatever, allowing a brief tailwind behind him to keep his momentum as he swung his hatchet to the man's lower legs.


>If that failed due to aura or armour, he used the effect of it being repelled or ineffective to hook onto, able to swing himself upwards and slash his fan against his upperarm and head at the price of his torso being unprotected.


>If that failed due to reflexes and him dodging, he brought a massive explosion of air coming from the opposite direction of the both of them by causing two opposite streams of air to clash against each other, meaning that not only would Asher be slammed back against the wall at 60 mph, but Hannes would have been slung in the other direction, at, well, 60mph, which could well hurt him too.





@Chayliel
 
Asher's instincts kicked in before he could even think about what was going on anymore. He jumped up and the next thing he knew was a sudden pain in his back. His eyesight cleared and he looked over at Hannes, in somewhat of the same situation. Asher landed on the ground and blinked a few times. He breathed in and said to Hannes, "That BLEW. But it was just a breeze." Asher's eyes narrowed and his aura started to radiate again. He felt energy flow through him, but not his left arm as much. Something was up. He didn't care, he thought it was just a knot. Asher bolted for Hannes, jumped up near the middle of the arena and did a front flip, laid out, letting his right leg stay straight. He was closing in on Hannes with an axe kick. He felt a cold spot on his forehead again. Well. This kid has me sweating a bit. Alrighty then. Time to finish this up.
 
Groaning as he was well effected by his own blast, he felt something parting at the air molecules at a intransigent speed to comprehend. The side of his head was bleeding more, as well as seemingly part of his arm, but the adrenaline rush in him didn't stop that. Knowing that he had to move soon, there was a large shift in air, but he wasn't aware that this person that he was detecting was, well, in the air and closing in on him.


The air shifted, meaning that Hannes was blown up towards the ceiling, while Asher was blown down. But considering he was already in the right position, the air pushing him down didn't hurt him, but rather added more speed to his already powerful stance. Smashing into the ground, as Hannes was thrown up, where he landed would have created a small crater with his strength and mass, while Hannes was way up above him.


There is no way I can beat this guy. There is just...





His head was already getting fuzzy because of the bleeding. Spinning in the air, he lowered the air resistance as he fell, making his fall a lot faster than a normal fall unaffected by air would be. Batoning his hatchet, he had it aimed for the back of the man's neck, where it would have went over his head, and had the blade resting against the back of his neck


@Chayliel


(assuming we're gonna close this up since Hannes is gonna get KOed real bad and Asher has temporary poison slowly running in him)
 
Asher was still flying, losing feeling in his arm that was spreading and he couldn't see that well. Fun. Asher didn't see the hatchet coming towards him, but what made contact with his thigh was the wrong end of the hatchet. The blunt end. Hannes must have calculated incorrectly or Asher was moving faster than he thought, but he was hit off course and flung to wall, upside down. Upon impact, Asher's left side of his body went limp and dropped his glaive. The glaive was falling, hilt down right on top of Hannes, with just enough force to knock him out. Asher stayed in his new crater in the wall for a second, then fell. He landed on his right shoulder, the one he could still feel. His entire body was limp now. He managed a breath, "Welp. That was fun." He laid just a few feet from Hannes.


@Entarriance
 
Seeing how he was flung to the wall, Hannes threw his hands up in relief, seeing how the poison appeared to make his way through his body.


"Yes! Alright, good g-"


In his little episode, he felt something hard hit the top of his head, just enough to make him hit his limit, knocking him out on the spot. Falling back against the ground, there appeared to be a large burst of air from where he fell, like a last-resort-heyyoufailed-attack, but hey, he was wayyy out cold now.


@Chayliel @Emperor Of Embers
 
Azure Snow

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The match between Boomer and Hannes ended and the much larger hunter stepped in. Azure bit her soft, pink, lower lip lightly, now concerned for Hannes. How could someone have enough energy to fight TWO hunters. Hunting Grimm was rather easy, most were predictable and stupid, you could take on many with little effort (to a skilled hunter/huntress). But fighting another hunter? That took a huge anount of effort. Planning, tactics, preparation, and a whole lot more was necessary for a simple match. And even if it were the real thing, at least you'd have real, serious adrenaline under your belt. But these were friendly matches. Not as dangerous.


Azure shifted her position a little. From peeking around the door to standing smack dab in the middle of the doorway, watching intently. Studying their auras. Taking it in, remembering how they feel, trying to recognize any patterns in energy fluctuations. For someone who didnt understand her semblance, theyd think shes a weirdo for watching silently all by herself. But she had a reason, and it was for the auras....and her curiosity.


"Wow..." her tiny voice whispered to herself as she continued to spectate. She was in awe. The courage these students have to test eachother. Azure never sparred with another student after the first time, which she doesnt like talking about, and she doesnt plan to. But that doesnt stop her from observing. The small faunus reached her hand back into the tiny backpack that was basically attached to her outfit. She struggled and rummaged a bit but she took out a small pad of paper and a pencil. Right in the door way, the girl sat herself down, legs crossed. She opened the pad (that was very personal to her) and flipped past pages full of writing and sketches, to a new, fresh page. Azure took a deep interest in people and their abilities. She even had a page fore Kuro and Mel. On one half of the page she wrote down some techniques and abilities from Hannes, and on the other half she did the same with Boomer (at least what she remembered). Below the first two she made new section for Asher. The writing didnt take up much space and with the remaining emptiness, she started a sketch. A drawing of Hannes and Asher, mid battle. This was a secretive hobby of Azure's, and she didnt get the chance to do this with Curve and his group since there was so much going on. The faunus would occasionally look up from her page, nibble on her pencil with the object between her supple lips, with big, doe eyes focused on the two males. Then, shes look back down and add a little more to her simple sketch. Her flufy white tail on the floor behind her, would whip or wag against the ground a few times, then stopped when her attention was back on her current project,


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Tate was watching the fights intresting in what her teammates could do.Tate got bored after that Asher guy came out and stood up,"Does anyone want to spar with me" Tate asked.Tate was fasinated that most if not all the people that were sparring were guys.They needed a girl up there.They needed a Tate Clover BadAss girl up there."Oh by the way.Don't back because I'm a girl.If you do I'll just hit you harder because I wasn't the one holding back" Tate said.At that she went to where the boys were and looked around,"Sooo" Tate said.


@HoneyBear\-Kat
 
Entarriance said:
"Isolated... isolated... under the connotation of the morpheme I suppose I was rather outlied from the rest of society."
... yeah, just "rather". Living life in total seclusion from the rest of the outside world with just every single book in the world to talk to, I'm sure that was only a little bit secluded from the rest of the world. As usual, his invariable sentences were cut off, as if asking a robot a question and getting an answer. There didn't seem to be any sentiment towards it, though at least his responses were getting a little longer! And less one-worded! Not understanding her concern, he genuinely assumed that there were plenty of other people like him, and a lot of those people were the most successful people out there. But he was confused with the whole, full conversation, part of it. Bringing his hand out of his pocket, he crossed it over his chest, his other arm's elbow pinning it against his chest as his hand scratched his cheek in confusion.


"A conversation is defined as an informal correspondence of interpretations and ideas between two people... so... what's defined as a full conversation? Is full used as an adjective, verb, adverb, or noun? In implication of the word, it must be an adjective, though that's defined as containing or holding something to it's adequate volume... but can you have a full correspondence of interpretations? Maybe it's the informal part..."


Seemingly genuinely confused by it all, he raised his hand, where the air started to shake with heat, before a mirage was formed, Seeming to pull out a dictionary in one section and a writing board in the other, he looked like he was trying to make sense of it all in the least sensible way physically possible.





@Emperor Of Embers
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"No.... I mean that you just have little to say. Did you not go outside every once in a while?" she asked, getting frustrated, but felt bad for him as she confused him. "Look.... I do not mean to baffle you with all this, but it seems to me you were raised a hermit." silas said bluntly.
 
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Tate was watching the fights intresting in what her teammates could do.Tate got bored after that Asher guy came out and stood up,"Does anyone want to spar with me" Tate asked.Tate was fasinated that most if not all the people that were sparring were guys.They needed a girl up there.They needed a Tate Clover BadAss girl up there."Oh by the way.Don't back because I'm a girl.If you do I'll just hit you harder because I wasn't the one holding back" Tate said.At that she went to where the boys were and looked around,"Sooo" Tate said.
@HoneyBear\-Kat
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"I wish I could, But I am sore as hell." boomer said as he got up from the ground, and limped to her. "See? I am limping from my soreness. So.... What's your semblance, friend?" he asked her as he leaned on the wall.
 
"My arrows are homesinking to anything I want.So even if the target is an object my arrows will be able to hit it" Tate said to Boomer.She really wanted to fight someone.If she didn't soon Tate would go crazy.Tate then started fidgeting a little.

[QUOTE="Emperor Of Embers]"I wish I could, But I am sore as hell." boomer said as he got up from the ground, and limped to her. "See? I am limping from my soreness. So.... What's your semblance, friend?" he asked her as he leaned on the wall.

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"My arrows are homesinking to anything I want.So even if the target is an object my arrows will be able to hit it" Tate said to Boomer.She really wanted to fight someone.If she didn't soon Tate would go crazy.Tate then started fidgeting a little.
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"Seems like you can't stand still. Maybe one of Asher's team mates are willing. HEY ASH! DO YOU KNOW THAT GREEN HAIRED GIRL ON YOUR TEAM!?" he shouted from across the room. @HoneyBear\-Kat
 
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Curve clenched his fist, cracking the knuckles on one hand. Getting into a van with someone he'd only just met wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do in his line of work. But he had enough confidence in his abilities that if shit went down, he could flip the van. "Well. You're not wrong." Curve mused, placing a hand on the top of the van as he climbed inside stiffly. Scooting over to make room for ivory, he assumed she'd sit in back with him, Curve reached up and grabbed ahold of one of the handles attatched to the roof of the car. His other hand rested on his knee. His posture was straight, but rigid. His tattoos glowed slightly, and he let out a gentle breath through his nose. He hoped tonight wouldn't be too eventful.
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Ivory gave him a glance. "Calm down, we haven't moved yet." She said before clapping her hands twice, prompting Esteban to start the car. "First stop, Orin Shipping Facilities near the docks." She said as she relaxed in her seat before music started to play. "So...how are you feeling about your team?" She asked after a few moments of silence.
 
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Azure had just finished up the quick sketch when Ash and Hannes collapsed from exhaustion. The fox gasped, putting a small hand to her lips. She blinked, ears standing at attention, facing the two that lay on the ground. Were they okay? Asher said something while he layed there, at least she knew he was okay. But what about Hannes? Both hands locked fingers over her chest, with furrowed eye brows. Was he unconscious? He said nothing, he was just there. Thats not good.


Azure had a habit of worrying...maybe a little too much some may say. Dropping her pad and pencil where she sat, she took off from her sitting position to see if the lad was okay. She stumbled a little as she rapidly changed from sitting to running. Her feet made light thuds as she ran across the arena to Hannes on the ground. She stopped at his body, huffing a little from the short run. She looked down at him, he wasnt too far since...shes pretty small. Her heterochromic eyes blinked and studied him closely. Her ears, that were slightly lax turned toward him. She could pick up the slowly steady hum of his breath, and his chest rose and fell with it. Good. Hes alive. Not that...she assumed the worst...maybe. You could never be too careful right? ..ahem anyway...Azure bent down a little, and with a tiny slender finger, she gently poked his shoulder. She moved to his cheek and poked that. "Awake?" she asked with a voice as tiny and shy as her.


Its surprise she ran up to him, or even spoke to him for that matter. She sidnt know him at all. But when emergencies like this came up, Azure's shyness was always put aside. His life and safety came first.


@Entarriance
 
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Despite the fact he seemed to be bleeding heavily from his head, and his arm, and a lot of his face, he seemed to be pretty, alive? He was way out of it, literally on the verge of a coma if you could say that, but hey he's just having a good nap right now. At least, well, he seemed asleep.


Even though he was just on the ground, pretty obviously KOed, the moment that he felt his shoulder being poked, there was a good five seconds of no response, before he immediently jolted upright into a sitting position, as if shaken awake.


"Holy crap it's been ages since I saw my dead mom- oh...?"


Looking left to right, seeming surprised that it isn't the afterlife, only to be greeted with two coloured eyes much like but so different from his own. Staring right at her motionlessly for a few seconds, as if utterly confused, he immediently shuffled towards her and started patting her head and ears.


"Oh my god, aww... you're so cute! You have ears, and your hair is super fluffy, aww you're like a little fluffball except you can probably kick my ass, aww..."


First recieving a wave of nostalgia from the Faunus he used to play with back home, he seemed to be well enjoying himself despite the fact half his face was covered in blood and so was half his arm, as well as being indescribably sore and in pain.





@HoneyBear\-Kat
 
Curve was tense, but he wouldn't relax just because Ivory told him to. That was the way he was, always cautious, allways prepared. He did take a deep breath as the van started moving, but other than that, showed no sign of loosening up. He could do that when his feet were on the ground and when he was in a relatively neutral situation.


Curve's ears perked up as he heard Ivory's words about their "first stop." This meant there were others. He mentally filed the "Orin shipping facilities" company with fudge in his brain. Fudge would have a feild day with all the businesses before everything was all said and done. Her next question jerked him out of his thoughts, and he turned his head to maintain eye contact while she asked it. Bobbing his head a bit, he faced forwards and grunted. "Sward is a very good friend. We came from Vacuo together. As long as I'm paired with him, I don't care who else is on my team. However, we have an incompitent leader who can't shoot the broad side of a barn without going completely laser-happy." Curve said nothing about OJ. He didn't have an opinion about him yet. And he doubted he would. Curve let go of the handle he was holding onto and placed his hands on the back of his seat, stretching a bit. "So. Where else will we be going tonight? I assume the nature of these errands isn't anything other than picking up a few personal items. I don't know the area, I hope you'll pardon my asking." Curve was really trying to figure out what exactly Ivory needed him along for. She didn't seem like the kind of person to need to bring muscle along, but you never knew.
 
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