Young_Charles99
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Fandom (RWBY) Welcome To Beacon [OPEN]
Shotgunpenguin
I have become haitus, destroyer of RP's
Professors are currently closed, but there are plenty of student slots.
ok, will get to work on a student then
eldritch-flowers
New Member
hello! if you're still looking for people, i'd be interested in a student slot!
Morephalynx
Tighten formation! Spears forwards! Shields up!
Oh I'd love to join if you still have room
SomebodyElse
Caught in a storm
Korin Redstar
We all are destined to die at some point. That was a simple truth. We live. We die.
From Korin's perspective it was simply a means of survival. You needed to keep your weapon ready and in good condition. You needed to keep your body well fed and fit. To do otherwise was simply asking to accept an earlier death.
And yet here I am, among those of many different walks of life. If I had to guess, 80% of everyone training at beacon will likely die earlier than the age of 30. There's something bitter about that. The best I can do is simply prepare myself to not die. Because I am probably a coward deep down. That's why I kill without mercy. It's why I train myself to my limit.
And even with that fact, it doesn't prepare me for the kill. To line your sight down towards your enemy, only thoughts arise as you fire towards a Grimm. What thoughts lay behind those bloodthirsty eyes? Or perhaps you fire at another person... Do they have a family? What brought them towards this path?
Being a huntress is a sacrifice, not a duty. You're putting your life down because no other path in life could have taken advantage of your skillset. And with the money comes only a shorter lifespan. Korin knew this. But then why was she just starting to enjoy her time here at Beacon? Was it the friends she made along the way? Did her time at Beacon change her? She didn't know. But she knew she was different. Her hands rested on the grip. A single barrel lined down, her cold fingers gripping the DMR as she pointed her scope at the Grimm. No words could be spoken except for one.
"Fire." She whispered as her hands pulled the trigger, firing the gun as the bullet flew straight towards the Grimm's eye.
From Korin's perspective it was simply a means of survival. You needed to keep your weapon ready and in good condition. You needed to keep your body well fed and fit. To do otherwise was simply asking to accept an earlier death.
And yet here I am, among those of many different walks of life. If I had to guess, 80% of everyone training at beacon will likely die earlier than the age of 30. There's something bitter about that. The best I can do is simply prepare myself to not die. Because I am probably a coward deep down. That's why I kill without mercy. It's why I train myself to my limit.
And even with that fact, it doesn't prepare me for the kill. To line your sight down towards your enemy, only thoughts arise as you fire towards a Grimm. What thoughts lay behind those bloodthirsty eyes? Or perhaps you fire at another person... Do they have a family? What brought them towards this path?
Being a huntress is a sacrifice, not a duty. You're putting your life down because no other path in life could have taken advantage of your skillset. And with the money comes only a shorter lifespan. Korin knew this. But then why was she just starting to enjoy her time here at Beacon? Was it the friends she made along the way? Did her time at Beacon change her? She didn't know. But she knew she was different. Her hands rested on the grip. A single barrel lined down, her cold fingers gripping the DMR as she pointed her scope at the Grimm. No words could be spoken except for one.
"Fire." She whispered as her hands pulled the trigger, firing the gun as the bullet flew straight towards the Grimm's eye.
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Gosh, I'm not too sure on what to write for the excerpt.
Young_Charles99
New Member
It can be anything you want, really. Within the limits of the shows availabilities. Haha Perhaps building your weapon, taking on your first Grimm, a training session of some sort, a moment in school that would get you accepted into Beacon, etc. Your options are virtually endless.
RemindBlue
Through all the heat, my heart still beats
Sorry, forgot about the writing excerpt! Is it alright if I edit it into the character sheet?
Young_Charles99
New Member
No worries!
Go right ahead!
Shotgunpenguin
I have become haitus, destroyer of RP's
Fandom - (RWBY) Welcome To Beacon - Character Sheets
Please place all character bios here. ~Profile Information~ (*A reminder that names are usually inspirations of colors and characters are usually inspired by fairy tales/history.) -Basic Info- Name Age - (1st Years are 17) Species - (Human/Faunus) Gender - (Male/Female) Symbol (Optional)...
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The stars shone brightly in the sky as Yuki surveyed the area in front of her, eyes taking in the position of the wooden targets. There were six in total at varying ranges, three of which were grounded targets, the other three were suspended between posts by ropes. Six targets, six bullseye's yet only four arrows in her quiver. Taking a deep breath she rose from her kneeling position and got into position, her feet firmly planted on the platform as she knocked an arrow and drew back the bowstring. With another breath to calm herself she adjusted the bow ever so slightly before releasing the string.
The first arrow sliced through the air, seconds of silence broken by a soft thunk as it struck the closest target dead center. Two more arrows struck true in the next targets, as Yuki's finger slid over and pressed the button above the grip. The whirring of small engines played out as the bow grew in size, stopping so that it was almost as tall as she was. Now the real challenge could begin, one final test to make sure that she was ready to surpass her former self. "Breath in....." The bowstring slowly pulled back. "Hold it in....." The bow was raised and lowered ever so slightly, slowly closing in on the perfect angle. "And....Release"
The heavier bowstring released with an audible humm, the arrow flying on a direct course for the first hanging target. Yuki's eyes shone briefly before a thin red wire became visible through the night. The arrow suddenly accelerated even faster than before as it speared right through the target and continued on. The arrow flew towards the next target, striking it but failing to fully pierce through the wood block. With a small grunt of effort another string formed at the end of the arrow, suddenly jerking it towards the ropes holding the target up and severing it. Sweat beginning to form on her brow she pushed the arrow forward towards the last target. The added weight of the wooden target had the arrow wavering in the air, it rose and fell through the air before finally embedding itself into the last target.
Pulling out her scroll Yuki quickly switched over to the devices camera mode and zoomed in on the furthest target. Slowly the scroll lowered before being placed back into her dufflebag, her hand reemerging grasping a single arrow. Knocking the arrow on the bowstring, she aimed her final shot into the deep nothingness before releasing the arrow into the nights sky. The arrow soared through the air for a distance before reaching it's peak, falling towards the earth and embedding itself into the ground. "One day," Gathering her belongings, she descended her practice platform and set herself on collecting her arrows. Walking to the furthest target she grabbed the arrows shaft and pulled, removing it from the center of the target. "One day I'll knock the stars right out of the sky"
The first arrow sliced through the air, seconds of silence broken by a soft thunk as it struck the closest target dead center. Two more arrows struck true in the next targets, as Yuki's finger slid over and pressed the button above the grip. The whirring of small engines played out as the bow grew in size, stopping so that it was almost as tall as she was. Now the real challenge could begin, one final test to make sure that she was ready to surpass her former self. "Breath in....." The bowstring slowly pulled back. "Hold it in....." The bow was raised and lowered ever so slightly, slowly closing in on the perfect angle. "And....Release"
The heavier bowstring released with an audible humm, the arrow flying on a direct course for the first hanging target. Yuki's eyes shone briefly before a thin red wire became visible through the night. The arrow suddenly accelerated even faster than before as it speared right through the target and continued on. The arrow flew towards the next target, striking it but failing to fully pierce through the wood block. With a small grunt of effort another string formed at the end of the arrow, suddenly jerking it towards the ropes holding the target up and severing it. Sweat beginning to form on her brow she pushed the arrow forward towards the last target. The added weight of the wooden target had the arrow wavering in the air, it rose and fell through the air before finally embedding itself into the last target.
Pulling out her scroll Yuki quickly switched over to the devices camera mode and zoomed in on the furthest target. Slowly the scroll lowered before being placed back into her dufflebag, her hand reemerging grasping a single arrow. Knocking the arrow on the bowstring, she aimed her final shot into the deep nothingness before releasing the arrow into the nights sky. The arrow soared through the air for a distance before reaching it's peak, falling towards the earth and embedding itself into the ground. "One day," Gathering her belongings, she descended her practice platform and set herself on collecting her arrows. Walking to the furthest target she grabbed the arrows shaft and pulled, removing it from the center of the target. "One day I'll knock the stars right out of the sky"
RayneIlStorm
Junior Member
Haha! That's really concerning when my character shoots a bow an arrow too and is named "North Starr" Maybe a rivalry will bloom between the two of them!
*Edit*
Also, I included my excerpt in my character sheet for North! Should I link it here as well?
leonhardt231
Goes with almost anything
Character Excerpt
Arséne Arcueid
Deep in the forest of Remnant stood an extravagant mansion, a mansion so gargantuan and opulent that it was said that it'd be impossible somebody to build it even if they were to work everyday nonstop for their entire lives. And whoever said that would be correct, for this mansion, this house was made over the course of seven generations of blood, sweat, and backbreaking work. And in the next generation, it would only get bigger with every heir adding their own wing to the mansion. But as of right now we stand in the back yard in the center of a mini colosseum as two teenagers stand across from one another, preparing to fight.
"This is a useless effort you know!" he shouted to his opponent across the room. His opponent stayed silent and Arséne just shrugged his shoulders, it wasn't that him that was going to get hurt. Both of their families were watching from above safe in the stands and away from the chaos that two were sure to cause. They stared at each other, eyeing one another trying to judge their strengths. Arséne's opponent was one he had seen before at a few parties, only recently did he learn that they were second cousins. And as always he carried his signature weapon, a halberd cannon hybrid. Arséne's hands were empty but they both knew that he was armed, there was never a time when he wasn't.
A gunshot fired off above them and in a second they were at each other's throats. He swiped his halberd in a wide arc, trying to bisect him in the process. Arséne stepped back dodging the blow, and took out Ouroboros, hidden underneath his sleeves. Arséne parried a stab and dodged another. Then another wild slash came at him and once again he stepped back but this time as soon his feet touched the floor he lunged at his opponent like a snake. The sudden burst of speed was unexpected from the previous slow gracefulness he had shown before. Caught off guard Arséne was able to land a clean hit on his cousin with one of his knives. His cousin pushed him back and attempted an overhead swing. Arséne blocked it with his knives and saw his aura lower in the process. Damn, it was time to stop playing with his prey. He dodged another swing and gave a powerful kick that his cousin blocked but sent him a few feet back in the process, right where he wanted him. Arséne threw one of his chains, his cousin dodged the knife narrowly but it didn't matter it found it's mark. On the end of the chain was a snakehead figure that had seemed to bite into thin air, yet it stayed suspended as if it was hanging onto something. Then with a quick tug, the chain retracted back into Arséne's sleeves and he started to move forward following the path of the chain. His cousin had a shocked look as Arséne quickly moved toward him and gave him a powerful punch in the nose using the momentum of the chain, knocking him down to the floor in the process. Arséne threw another one of his chains above him several feet above both of them. Once again he used the chain to launch himself only this time into the air. He threw one of his knives attached to the chain at his cousin, going through the aura and piercing his shoulder. He retracted the chain and landed hard on his cousin's chest feet first.
"So do you surrender?" Arséne says smugly at his fallen cousin. "Never!" His cousin replies. "Sigh, well if you say so..." Arséne's aura flashes blue, and bolts of electricity start to travel through the chain still connected to the fallen teenager. His cousin starts to scream as thousands of volts travel throughout his body, the pain and voltage only getting stronger as the seconds ticked by. "I AHHHH SURRENDER!" His cousin was able to grunt between his screams. "What was that?" Arséne asks raising a hand to his ears. "I SURRENDER!" He yelled in pain. "That's what I thought." Arséne grunts as he stops his semblance and takes out the knife. "Hey what's your name?" he questions the now smoking teenager. "Benjamin" he's just able to whisper out. "Benjamin huh? Well, good fight Ben I'll make sure to remember you." Benjamin moans in pain in response. Arséne walks past his father as he walks back to his room to pack for the trip. They meet each other's eye and his father gives him a nod approval. Arséne smiles "Beacon here I come!"
Arséne Arcueid
Deep in the forest of Remnant stood an extravagant mansion, a mansion so gargantuan and opulent that it was said that it'd be impossible somebody to build it even if they were to work everyday nonstop for their entire lives. And whoever said that would be correct, for this mansion, this house was made over the course of seven generations of blood, sweat, and backbreaking work. And in the next generation, it would only get bigger with every heir adding their own wing to the mansion. But as of right now we stand in the back yard in the center of a mini colosseum as two teenagers stand across from one another, preparing to fight.
"This is a useless effort you know!" he shouted to his opponent across the room. His opponent stayed silent and Arséne just shrugged his shoulders, it wasn't that him that was going to get hurt. Both of their families were watching from above safe in the stands and away from the chaos that two were sure to cause. They stared at each other, eyeing one another trying to judge their strengths. Arséne's opponent was one he had seen before at a few parties, only recently did he learn that they were second cousins. And as always he carried his signature weapon, a halberd cannon hybrid. Arséne's hands were empty but they both knew that he was armed, there was never a time when he wasn't.
A gunshot fired off above them and in a second they were at each other's throats. He swiped his halberd in a wide arc, trying to bisect him in the process. Arséne stepped back dodging the blow, and took out Ouroboros, hidden underneath his sleeves. Arséne parried a stab and dodged another. Then another wild slash came at him and once again he stepped back but this time as soon his feet touched the floor he lunged at his opponent like a snake. The sudden burst of speed was unexpected from the previous slow gracefulness he had shown before. Caught off guard Arséne was able to land a clean hit on his cousin with one of his knives. His cousin pushed him back and attempted an overhead swing. Arséne blocked it with his knives and saw his aura lower in the process. Damn, it was time to stop playing with his prey. He dodged another swing and gave a powerful kick that his cousin blocked but sent him a few feet back in the process, right where he wanted him. Arséne threw one of his chains, his cousin dodged the knife narrowly but it didn't matter it found it's mark. On the end of the chain was a snakehead figure that had seemed to bite into thin air, yet it stayed suspended as if it was hanging onto something. Then with a quick tug, the chain retracted back into Arséne's sleeves and he started to move forward following the path of the chain. His cousin had a shocked look as Arséne quickly moved toward him and gave him a powerful punch in the nose using the momentum of the chain, knocking him down to the floor in the process. Arséne threw another one of his chains above him several feet above both of them. Once again he used the chain to launch himself only this time into the air. He threw one of his knives attached to the chain at his cousin, going through the aura and piercing his shoulder. He retracted the chain and landed hard on his cousin's chest feet first.
"So do you surrender?" Arséne says smugly at his fallen cousin. "Never!" His cousin replies. "Sigh, well if you say so..." Arséne's aura flashes blue, and bolts of electricity start to travel through the chain still connected to the fallen teenager. His cousin starts to scream as thousands of volts travel throughout his body, the pain and voltage only getting stronger as the seconds ticked by. "I AHHHH SURRENDER!" His cousin was able to grunt between his screams. "What was that?" Arséne asks raising a hand to his ears. "I SURRENDER!" He yelled in pain. "That's what I thought." Arséne grunts as he stops his semblance and takes out the knife. "Hey what's your name?" he questions the now smoking teenager. "Benjamin" he's just able to whisper out. "Benjamin huh? Well, good fight Ben I'll make sure to remember you." Benjamin moans in pain in response. Arséne walks past his father as he walks back to his room to pack for the trip. They meet each other's eye and his father gives him a nod approval. Arséne smiles "Beacon here I come!"
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Keidivh
Warrior with the Silver Eyes
There we are, charrie is up! My excerpt will be up soon if that's alright, work has been extra stressful lately which has kept my mind very occupied. the charries are looking great!
startergomer
Junior Member
Hello, I posted a character sheet. I hope a student spot is still open. Thank you for the opportunity to join!
startergomer
Junior Member
I posted a basic excerpt, I may add more to it. But I was wondering when the planned start date it? I noticed you talked about having monday be the date before?
SomebodyElse
Caught in a storm
Both my excerpt and character are done
Young_Charles99
New Member
Currently, the positions for professors are filled. We're still accepting students though!
Young_Charles99
New Member
The idea was to start on Monday. With more profile sheets being added, I figured I would give it a little longer. I'm hoping to be all set and ready by tomorrow though!
startergomer
Junior Member
Sounds great! Can't wait to start. Let me know if my character sheet seems ok.
SomebodyElse
Caught in a storm
How exactly are teams going to be decided?
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Excerpt time
Geist Grauwolke
Geist Grauwolke
She never really was the type to pray. She had never really believed in the divine. Anything, and anyone, could be killed with the right tools, and providence had nothing to do with her life. A mercenary's greatest asset is luck, but that was not the work of gods. She ran a finger along one of the untouched pews, then blew the dust away. For a supposed nest of Grimm, this place still had some unbroken furniture. The claw marks, debris, and dried blood that surrounded her, however, convinced her that it was sheer luck that left a few particular pews unmolested. Good. Her feet were killing her. She took a seat on one of the pews, resting her halberd beside her.
She had long left AZ, or what remained of it anyway. She felt a tiny sting of regret as she ruminated over her life now. Yurei was happily handling bread and customers, in a cozy little shop in a cozy little town. Geist, on the other hand, was sitting in a dilapidated church, waiting for a bunch of beasts to come home so she could take their heads. Fate was a curious thing. Though she really wanted Yurei to have accompanied her, that girl was always destined to leave the battlefield. A strong fighter, she was, but she never held any love for it. Geist weaved her fingers together and bowed her head. If any deity was still listening to a prayer from within these desecrated halls, Geist prayed for the good fortune of her friend's endeavours. Though it may have been simply a whimsical act in passing, she might as well just give it a shot. When in Vale, do as they do and all that.
Upset growls from behind her took her out of her prayer. Good. They've arrived. She wasn't a praying type, and she had no idea how to form the words for any sort of prayer. She stood up from her seat, gripping her halberd, and swept it around her with a flourish. Her eyes darted across the gathering of beasts. They numbered little. Less than what she expected. Was this under the notice of actual hunters? No payment, no service? Really, it would feasibly take only five minutes to mop up here and head on home for a nice bath and a cup of warm milk. She wouldn't have taken any payment for this job had she known this was all she was facing down. The lot was made up of entirely Beowulves too. She drew her hood up over her head. Time to get to work.
The Grimm circled around her, waiting for the first move. That was their first mistake. In battle, attempting to bait out the first move, especially when surrounded, was tantamount to defeat. Taking the opportunity to pounce first, Geist kicked the pew that she had been sitting on just moments ago to one side, pinning the Grimm behind it against the wall. As it scrabbled to free itself, she moved towards the opening it had offered, and ran towards the trapped Grimm. She ducked underneath a swipe from one of the Grimm that had broken from its formation to attack her, and collided herself against the side of the pew, knocking the trapped beast behind it against the wall again. She chuckled softly, disengaging the lock to her halberd, and hopped deftly onto the pew, dodging yet another swipe. She spun around, bouncing off her balancing beam, over the attacking Grimm, and put an incendiary round through its head at point blank range. It burst into flame, howling and clawing at itself, attempting to douse the flames from itself, as Geist darted towards the next target. Her axe swing found purchase, slicing off an entire arm of the next Beowulf as it tried to claw at her. She twirled around her mark, and, with a swipe of her axe, decapitated the beast. She dived to one side, narrowly avoiding another Beowulf as it pounced. The trapped Grimm finally freed itself from the pew, tossing it away, and gave a roar, but was quickly silenced when Geist speared it through its maw.
She affixed the gun back into its axe-head, still jammed into the lifeless body of the Grimm it was buried in. Another of her assailants took the opportunity to attack her, springing towards her, claws outstretched. Cursing, Geist released her weapon, and leapt atop her weapon, balancing upon it, letting the Beowulf crash into the wall. She jumped down, stomping down onto the Grimm, and tugged her halberd free from its victim, just in time to take the brunt of the next attack with its shaft, sending her stumbling backwards. She swiped downwards, slicing across the recovering Grimm and pirouetted away from the attacking one. With another smooth swipe, she buried her axe deep into the side of the Beowulf as it passed, and with a press of her trigger, released another burst of flame, cutting through the beast, and bathing it in fire. A growl from behind her alerted her to yet another attack, and she spun around, hooking her halberd into the surviving pew. With a grunt of effort, she swung her halberd, and the pew, around, slamming it into the head of yet another Grimm. It hit the cobblestones of the floor, and before it could recover to resume its attack, Geist unlocked her gun from her stuck axe-head and pressed the barrel onto the head of the Beowulf. The cylinders turned and clicked, and she pulled the trigger, sending a burst of electrical energy out, instantly reducing her target's head into a smoothie of darkness. The church finally fell silent. Was that all? That couldn't be all. She was just getting warmed up. She straightened up, directing her gun around her, as she tugged at her axe, buried deep into the pew. It didn't move.
She pulled on her axe again, but, still, it refused to give, budging only slightly in the wood. Must've been some wood, she mused to herself, as she connected her gun back into the axe to give herself more leverage. Planting one foot on the pew, she began to pull again. How odd. Just a bunch of Beowulves, and nothing else? What was weirder was that there was no alpha amongst them. Perhaps they were just stragglers from a recent hunt, trying to find a place to regroup.
With a grunt, she finally got her halberd free from the mahogany, sending her falling flat on her back. She sighed as she rose back up, dusting herself down. She really ought to work on strength training. Not that it would matter. Her build just wasn't meant for feats of strength. She twirled her halberd around herself absentmindedly, before resting it on her shoulder. She slumped down onto the now thoroughly battered pew, her mind going blank as she stared up into the decaying ceiling of the abandoned church.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it. Or she tried to anyway. After the third buzz, she fished it out, and glanced at the caller. At the sight of the name, she sighed a sigh of relief. She picked it up, and slouched forwards in her seat. "Hey."
"Geist? Thank the Gods you picked up! I didn't think you'd be awake at this hour, but you're probably on some hare-brained contract anyway." came Yurei's chirpy voice from the other end. She knew Geist so well. "Anyway I've just got the wildest idea for a recipe!"
Geist missed that voice of hers being next to her in missions. To be able to just talk to her like this was more than enough for her, though. Anything to feel that companionship again was fine with her. "You did, huh? I guess you're going to tell me about it now?"
"Definitely! Alright, see, so I was thinkin' about the blueberry pie we already have on the shelves and…" Yurei continued to ramble on about her magnificent idea, as Geist lost herself in her voice. The warm milk could wait.
She had long left AZ, or what remained of it anyway. She felt a tiny sting of regret as she ruminated over her life now. Yurei was happily handling bread and customers, in a cozy little shop in a cozy little town. Geist, on the other hand, was sitting in a dilapidated church, waiting for a bunch of beasts to come home so she could take their heads. Fate was a curious thing. Though she really wanted Yurei to have accompanied her, that girl was always destined to leave the battlefield. A strong fighter, she was, but she never held any love for it. Geist weaved her fingers together and bowed her head. If any deity was still listening to a prayer from within these desecrated halls, Geist prayed for the good fortune of her friend's endeavours. Though it may have been simply a whimsical act in passing, she might as well just give it a shot. When in Vale, do as they do and all that.
Upset growls from behind her took her out of her prayer. Good. They've arrived. She wasn't a praying type, and she had no idea how to form the words for any sort of prayer. She stood up from her seat, gripping her halberd, and swept it around her with a flourish. Her eyes darted across the gathering of beasts. They numbered little. Less than what she expected. Was this under the notice of actual hunters? No payment, no service? Really, it would feasibly take only five minutes to mop up here and head on home for a nice bath and a cup of warm milk. She wouldn't have taken any payment for this job had she known this was all she was facing down. The lot was made up of entirely Beowulves too. She drew her hood up over her head. Time to get to work.
The Grimm circled around her, waiting for the first move. That was their first mistake. In battle, attempting to bait out the first move, especially when surrounded, was tantamount to defeat. Taking the opportunity to pounce first, Geist kicked the pew that she had been sitting on just moments ago to one side, pinning the Grimm behind it against the wall. As it scrabbled to free itself, she moved towards the opening it had offered, and ran towards the trapped Grimm. She ducked underneath a swipe from one of the Grimm that had broken from its formation to attack her, and collided herself against the side of the pew, knocking the trapped beast behind it against the wall again. She chuckled softly, disengaging the lock to her halberd, and hopped deftly onto the pew, dodging yet another swipe. She spun around, bouncing off her balancing beam, over the attacking Grimm, and put an incendiary round through its head at point blank range. It burst into flame, howling and clawing at itself, attempting to douse the flames from itself, as Geist darted towards the next target. Her axe swing found purchase, slicing off an entire arm of the next Beowulf as it tried to claw at her. She twirled around her mark, and, with a swipe of her axe, decapitated the beast. She dived to one side, narrowly avoiding another Beowulf as it pounced. The trapped Grimm finally freed itself from the pew, tossing it away, and gave a roar, but was quickly silenced when Geist speared it through its maw.
She affixed the gun back into its axe-head, still jammed into the lifeless body of the Grimm it was buried in. Another of her assailants took the opportunity to attack her, springing towards her, claws outstretched. Cursing, Geist released her weapon, and leapt atop her weapon, balancing upon it, letting the Beowulf crash into the wall. She jumped down, stomping down onto the Grimm, and tugged her halberd free from its victim, just in time to take the brunt of the next attack with its shaft, sending her stumbling backwards. She swiped downwards, slicing across the recovering Grimm and pirouetted away from the attacking one. With another smooth swipe, she buried her axe deep into the side of the Beowulf as it passed, and with a press of her trigger, released another burst of flame, cutting through the beast, and bathing it in fire. A growl from behind her alerted her to yet another attack, and she spun around, hooking her halberd into the surviving pew. With a grunt of effort, she swung her halberd, and the pew, around, slamming it into the head of yet another Grimm. It hit the cobblestones of the floor, and before it could recover to resume its attack, Geist unlocked her gun from her stuck axe-head and pressed the barrel onto the head of the Beowulf. The cylinders turned and clicked, and she pulled the trigger, sending a burst of electrical energy out, instantly reducing her target's head into a smoothie of darkness. The church finally fell silent. Was that all? That couldn't be all. She was just getting warmed up. She straightened up, directing her gun around her, as she tugged at her axe, buried deep into the pew. It didn't move.
She pulled on her axe again, but, still, it refused to give, budging only slightly in the wood. Must've been some wood, she mused to herself, as she connected her gun back into the axe to give herself more leverage. Planting one foot on the pew, she began to pull again. How odd. Just a bunch of Beowulves, and nothing else? What was weirder was that there was no alpha amongst them. Perhaps they were just stragglers from a recent hunt, trying to find a place to regroup.
With a grunt, she finally got her halberd free from the mahogany, sending her falling flat on her back. She sighed as she rose back up, dusting herself down. She really ought to work on strength training. Not that it would matter. Her build just wasn't meant for feats of strength. She twirled her halberd around herself absentmindedly, before resting it on her shoulder. She slumped down onto the now thoroughly battered pew, her mind going blank as she stared up into the decaying ceiling of the abandoned church.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it. Or she tried to anyway. After the third buzz, she fished it out, and glanced at the caller. At the sight of the name, she sighed a sigh of relief. She picked it up, and slouched forwards in her seat. "Hey."
"Geist? Thank the Gods you picked up! I didn't think you'd be awake at this hour, but you're probably on some hare-brained contract anyway." came Yurei's chirpy voice from the other end. She knew Geist so well. "Anyway I've just got the wildest idea for a recipe!"
Geist missed that voice of hers being next to her in missions. To be able to just talk to her like this was more than enough for her, though. Anything to feel that companionship again was fine with her. "You did, huh? I guess you're going to tell me about it now?"
"Definitely! Alright, see, so I was thinkin' about the blueberry pie we already have on the shelves and…" Yurei continued to ramble on about her magnificent idea, as Geist lost herself in her voice. The warm milk could wait.
Endless_Stars
Screaming Void
Are you still open? I would really love to get in on this action.
SomebodyElse
Caught in a storm
Is there an OOC or discord where we discuss characters and ideas amongst ourselves?
Young_Charles99
New Member
Definitely open. Go ahead and fill out a character sheet. I will be creating the RP chat tonight along with an OOC chat.
Young_Charles99
New Member
Teams will be decided as they were in the show. You all will be placed together in the battle field on a mission. The headmaster will then put you in the group that seem most fitting after the mission is complete.
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