IceQueen
The Clawed Fauni
Val smiled, closing her eyes and humming.
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Fandom RWBY: Welcome to Beacon
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Yanipurr
I live in my own world.
Yuri patted down his jacket and changed 'The Rejector' into a backpack and placed it on his back following everyone else.
YuiIsPetra
Ninth Personality
Kasumi gets off after the ship lands, heading towards the Entrance Hall.
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OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
Weyland hold onto Hope dearly, swinging the scythe in wild arcs through the air to alleviate his boredom.
IceQueen
The Clawed Fauni
Val smiled, twirling her hammer with one hand. "Bored?" She asked.
Emperor Of Embers
The Red Kaiser of Flame
"Come on! We are gonna be late!" Cecily shouts.
OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
Weyland gave his reply "bored? Yes, of course I'm bored."
IceQueen
The Clawed Fauni
Val chuckled. "Well if you could braid hair I would ask you to braid mine, but I don't think you can." She said.
The Suspicious Eye
Your Darling Devil
Ode follows Cecily and calmly walks up to her "I don't think they will start without us. Although I think jumping out of the plane wasn't the best idea." She giggled and walked next to her.
OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
"I used to have a sister, I'm better than you'd expect"
IceQueen
The Clawed Fauni
Val smiled. "Alright then, have at it." She said, turning her back to him.
Yanipurr
I live in my own world.
Yuri continued to follow the group not saying a word.
Emperor Of Embers
The Red Kaiser of Flame
"But it was fun." Cecily said to ode. @Sukiyaki.
OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
Weyland gave a simple reply "hell no, like I'm gonna braid your hair !"
IceQueen
The Clawed Fauni
Val laughed. "Then you should really consider keeping you're mouth shut." She said, taking her hair and tying it in a ponytail.
The Suspicious Eye
Your Darling Devil
Ode shrugged "yes, it was truly enjoyable. However, we could have easily gotten off when the ship landed and not have the possibility of being late." She smiled as they walked further down the halls.
YuiIsPetra
Ninth Personality
Having gotten off when the ship landed, Kasumi is already there, waiting for the rest. "Do they have no sense of timing...?"
OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
"Like hell I'd ever shut my mouth!" He smiles,
IceQueen
The Clawed Fauni
Val smiled, her long hair tied back. "Alright then." She said, pinching his cheek.
OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
"Hey, cut that out!@
IceQueen
The Clawed Fauni
Val smiled and kept walking.
Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
As Alman's eyes trailed over the lines of text that hid themselves behind the bound leather, his ears picked up the sound of a slight jingling. Being the second noise to catch his attention, he was able to hear this one a bit more clearly. Unlike the first, this was noticeably lighter and doubtfully came from the result of denting the floor of their transportation.
Lifting his head to examine the source, Alman expected to find something simple, such as a bell. His expectations were quickly proven to be incorrect, as he was greeted with the sight of antlers protruding from a field of light green hair. They were adorned with beads of blue and green, which seemed to be connected to a thin, silver chain that kept the adornments in position. While the antlers were certainly eye-catching, the person beneath them was even more so.
Currently eyeing both he and the journal was a green-haired girl that appeared to be around his age. With the added set of skull extensions atop her head, it was quite obvious that this girl was not Human, but rather a Faunus. He must've not been paying very close attention to the crowd if he hadn't been able to notice her prior to the jingling of her beads.
The clothing she wore brought back memories of the home he used to live in with his mother that lied in the forest. Rather than reminisce about the abode he lived in years back, he focused on the person that had caught his eye. It was an understatement to say he wasn't very fond of those memories, particularly the final moments of his residency.
Noticing that he had been staring for quite awhile, Alman hoped that she wouldn't find his actions to be rude. There might've been a misunderstanding that would cause her to think he was being disrespectful. Well, that would probably make them even, considering that she had been doing the same.
Keeping the journal slightly folded in his right hand, Alman offered a small smile and light wave to the girl. As he did so, he hoped that his gesture wouldn't come off as akward. With the amount of time he had dedicated to his studies, there was never any time for a social life, making him lack skills in the interaction department.
To some in the world, perhaps even some on this very airship, Faunus were considered to be of lesser worth. Such opinions had been stirred by the recent actions of the White Fang, but it wasn't as if these feelings hadn't always been there. Alman, however, wasn't one of these people. He found the very notion of singling out someone by their race to be sickining. He judged others by the content of their character and extended the same respect to all he came across.
As Alman extended a silent greeting to the Faunus, the sound of a scuffle had caught his attention. Currently arguing with a girl he hadn't yet seen was the same hooded boy he had noticed during his brief look around the airship. Well, he couldn't really refer to him as hooded anymore, as he had let down the garment, revealing a head of soft, brown hair. He found his behavior to be unsettling, which proved to be warranted after observing the sudden reaction by one of the girls after his provocation.
When what pair appeared to be a large pair of scissors surrounded the boy's neck, the situation had quickly escalated. There didn't seem to be any signs that signaled this would end well, especially once the latter of the two students activated their aura. This was not a good situation by any means.
Subtly reaching into the depths of his coat, Alman's index finger trailed over the surface of one of his guns. He wasn't one to encourage violence, especially between students, but their actions were hazardous to the others aboard the ship and he wouldn't allow someone to become injured over some petty squabble. If he found that the situation became too dangerous, he would take action.
It seemed as though an intervention wouldn't be required as the situation had defused almost as quickly as it had started. Releasing a small breath of relief, Alman released his hold on his weapon and retrieved his hand that rested within the cloth of his top. That could've ended a lot worse than it did.
By time the tense atmosphere had begun to settle, the airship was nearing its intended location. As the airborn vehicle came close to docking, the intercom came to life, followed by a feminine voice that rang from its speakers. To his understanding, that was the voice of Glenda Goodwitch, one of the staff members here at Beacon. She announced their imminent arrival and requested their presence at the main hall of the academy upon landing. Following the announcement, the intercom cut off, the noise being replaced by the resuming conversations of those that were attending.
Preparing for the landing, Alman closed the journal in his right hand and placed it into the small, black bag that rested on the floor. Slinging the minimal luggage around his shoulder, he prepared for their descension. It would only be a few more moments before they touched the grounds of Beacon, but apparently, some weren't willing to wait that long.
Alman was surprised when the brown-haired boy ripped the door off its hinges and jumped off the ship in tandem with the girl that wielded the large hammer. The pair were soon followed by a few more students, but the majority of them had opted on waiting, himself included. He had to resist the urge to rub the bridge of his nose in exasperation at their antics. They hadn't even landed and the school day was already hectic.
When the airship had properly landed, Alman adjusted the strap that rested on his shoulder before taking his first steps on land since they departed. Placing a hand in front of his face to block the incoming rays of sunshine as his eyes adjusted to the new environment, he felt a sense of joy. He had finally made it after all these years of hard work and dedication. There was a feeling of fulfillment that came along with accomplishing goals you had set for yourself and this was one of those instances.
Walking along the grounds of Beacon, Alman set off towards what seemed to be the main hall, judging by the flood of new and old students heading in that direction.
Lifting his head to examine the source, Alman expected to find something simple, such as a bell. His expectations were quickly proven to be incorrect, as he was greeted with the sight of antlers protruding from a field of light green hair. They were adorned with beads of blue and green, which seemed to be connected to a thin, silver chain that kept the adornments in position. While the antlers were certainly eye-catching, the person beneath them was even more so.
Currently eyeing both he and the journal was a green-haired girl that appeared to be around his age. With the added set of skull extensions atop her head, it was quite obvious that this girl was not Human, but rather a Faunus. He must've not been paying very close attention to the crowd if he hadn't been able to notice her prior to the jingling of her beads.
The clothing she wore brought back memories of the home he used to live in with his mother that lied in the forest. Rather than reminisce about the abode he lived in years back, he focused on the person that had caught his eye. It was an understatement to say he wasn't very fond of those memories, particularly the final moments of his residency.
Noticing that he had been staring for quite awhile, Alman hoped that she wouldn't find his actions to be rude. There might've been a misunderstanding that would cause her to think he was being disrespectful. Well, that would probably make them even, considering that she had been doing the same.
Keeping the journal slightly folded in his right hand, Alman offered a small smile and light wave to the girl. As he did so, he hoped that his gesture wouldn't come off as akward. With the amount of time he had dedicated to his studies, there was never any time for a social life, making him lack skills in the interaction department.
To some in the world, perhaps even some on this very airship, Faunus were considered to be of lesser worth. Such opinions had been stirred by the recent actions of the White Fang, but it wasn't as if these feelings hadn't always been there. Alman, however, wasn't one of these people. He found the very notion of singling out someone by their race to be sickining. He judged others by the content of their character and extended the same respect to all he came across.
As Alman extended a silent greeting to the Faunus, the sound of a scuffle had caught his attention. Currently arguing with a girl he hadn't yet seen was the same hooded boy he had noticed during his brief look around the airship. Well, he couldn't really refer to him as hooded anymore, as he had let down the garment, revealing a head of soft, brown hair. He found his behavior to be unsettling, which proved to be warranted after observing the sudden reaction by one of the girls after his provocation.
When what pair appeared to be a large pair of scissors surrounded the boy's neck, the situation had quickly escalated. There didn't seem to be any signs that signaled this would end well, especially once the latter of the two students activated their aura. This was not a good situation by any means.
Subtly reaching into the depths of his coat, Alman's index finger trailed over the surface of one of his guns. He wasn't one to encourage violence, especially between students, but their actions were hazardous to the others aboard the ship and he wouldn't allow someone to become injured over some petty squabble. If he found that the situation became too dangerous, he would take action.
It seemed as though an intervention wouldn't be required as the situation had defused almost as quickly as it had started. Releasing a small breath of relief, Alman released his hold on his weapon and retrieved his hand that rested within the cloth of his top. That could've ended a lot worse than it did.
By time the tense atmosphere had begun to settle, the airship was nearing its intended location. As the airborn vehicle came close to docking, the intercom came to life, followed by a feminine voice that rang from its speakers. To his understanding, that was the voice of Glenda Goodwitch, one of the staff members here at Beacon. She announced their imminent arrival and requested their presence at the main hall of the academy upon landing. Following the announcement, the intercom cut off, the noise being replaced by the resuming conversations of those that were attending.
Preparing for the landing, Alman closed the journal in his right hand and placed it into the small, black bag that rested on the floor. Slinging the minimal luggage around his shoulder, he prepared for their descension. It would only be a few more moments before they touched the grounds of Beacon, but apparently, some weren't willing to wait that long.
Alman was surprised when the brown-haired boy ripped the door off its hinges and jumped off the ship in tandem with the girl that wielded the large hammer. The pair were soon followed by a few more students, but the majority of them had opted on waiting, himself included. He had to resist the urge to rub the bridge of his nose in exasperation at their antics. They hadn't even landed and the school day was already hectic.
When the airship had properly landed, Alman adjusted the strap that rested on his shoulder before taking his first steps on land since they departed. Placing a hand in front of his face to block the incoming rays of sunshine as his eyes adjusted to the new environment, he felt a sense of joy. He had finally made it after all these years of hard work and dedication. There was a feeling of fulfillment that came along with accomplishing goals you had set for yourself and this was one of those instances.
Walking along the grounds of Beacon, Alman set off towards what seemed to be the main hall, judging by the flood of new and old students heading in that direction.
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animegirl20
Ten Thousand Club
Lily ran out trying to catch up with everyone. She happen to bump into someone (@Lucem Tenebris) while running. She looked at him and bowed and said "sorry!" Then ran to catch up with the others.
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Clockwork Star
The Tears of Prometheus
Lorelai wondered to herself about the point of no return when it came to staring at a person, especially if they're staring back. That awkward bit of silence, even if no harm is meant, can be terribly detrimental in attempting to look like not a crazy person. And naturally, the boy broke the tension with a little wave. Lori smiled back and lifted her hand lazily from her bow, giving back a gentle wave with one sweeping motion.
She was mostly thankful he didn't scoff at her, but that outcome had already made the school year go better than expected thus far. Never really a pessimist, she still had a certain ingrained sense of outcast every time she went into a public space, which was, sadly, made understandable by the protrusions coming out of her head.
The young boy had old eyes though, she noticed, and his reaction wasn't entirely surprising. In the short time she'd observed him he seemed somehow different than most of the others - not that everyone in the airship wasn't entirely special in their own ways already, but compared to the others and all of their ruckus? It was comforting to know, at least, she would not be alone in the sanctity of silence. Which was, of course, fragile by its very nature and very quickly tested by some foolishness from the front of the airship.
Lori noticed the boy's hand disappear into his coat and followed his eyes to the source. A frown formed over her lips as she slowly settled her grip over Artemis' handle, three fingers gently beginning to pull the string back. If needed, she could draw and fire the bow and, from this distance? Lori could get off a concussive shot and break the fight up within a second or two.
That really wasn't an ideal way to meet her classmates, but so be it. She wasn't about to watch a beheading, but it seemed that she wouldn't need to. The unnecessary, insane bit of violence passed and she slackened her grip on Artemis once more. And, finally, it seemed time to land - almost as if on cue.
Lorelai stood and with a practiced motion she slung Artemis over her head and shoulder and quickly withdrew a duffel bag from underneath the seat, placing it right where she had been sitting. It was big, but not overly so. It carried everything she needed and, truthfully, it would probably never come unpacked. Her parents had instilled a bit of 'country paranoia' in her and she was almost always ready to leave at a moment's notice. The life of a hunter was that of perpetual motion and danger, of course.
And this last point was made readily apparent by the way some of the students simply ripped the door off and leaped out. Lori couldn't even attempt to hide her shocked visage, more out of concern for their safety than for the blatant destruction and disregard of property. She placed a hand on her face, sighed and waited patiently for the proper time to exit the airship. And she was, though she would not admit it, relieved to see that the boy next to her did the very same. She made a note to try and introduce herself at a later point, today was already full of enough stress.
After leaving the airship and entering her own head-space once more, Lorelai stared down at a piece of quickly scribbled-on paper, crumbled at the edges as if it had been stuffed into her pocket as an afterthought. And...well, it had been. Her schedule was a little difficult to read, but it indicated she was going in the right direction. A knot in her stomach indicated she'd rather be going in the other direction, but the quickening pace of her heart indicated this was exactly where she should be.
She was mostly thankful he didn't scoff at her, but that outcome had already made the school year go better than expected thus far. Never really a pessimist, she still had a certain ingrained sense of outcast every time she went into a public space, which was, sadly, made understandable by the protrusions coming out of her head.
The young boy had old eyes though, she noticed, and his reaction wasn't entirely surprising. In the short time she'd observed him he seemed somehow different than most of the others - not that everyone in the airship wasn't entirely special in their own ways already, but compared to the others and all of their ruckus? It was comforting to know, at least, she would not be alone in the sanctity of silence. Which was, of course, fragile by its very nature and very quickly tested by some foolishness from the front of the airship.
Lori noticed the boy's hand disappear into his coat and followed his eyes to the source. A frown formed over her lips as she slowly settled her grip over Artemis' handle, three fingers gently beginning to pull the string back. If needed, she could draw and fire the bow and, from this distance? Lori could get off a concussive shot and break the fight up within a second or two.
That really wasn't an ideal way to meet her classmates, but so be it. She wasn't about to watch a beheading, but it seemed that she wouldn't need to. The unnecessary, insane bit of violence passed and she slackened her grip on Artemis once more. And, finally, it seemed time to land - almost as if on cue.
Lorelai stood and with a practiced motion she slung Artemis over her head and shoulder and quickly withdrew a duffel bag from underneath the seat, placing it right where she had been sitting. It was big, but not overly so. It carried everything she needed and, truthfully, it would probably never come unpacked. Her parents had instilled a bit of 'country paranoia' in her and she was almost always ready to leave at a moment's notice. The life of a hunter was that of perpetual motion and danger, of course.
And this last point was made readily apparent by the way some of the students simply ripped the door off and leaped out. Lori couldn't even attempt to hide her shocked visage, more out of concern for their safety than for the blatant destruction and disregard of property. She placed a hand on her face, sighed and waited patiently for the proper time to exit the airship. And she was, though she would not admit it, relieved to see that the boy next to her did the very same. She made a note to try and introduce herself at a later point, today was already full of enough stress.
After leaving the airship and entering her own head-space once more, Lorelai stared down at a piece of quickly scribbled-on paper, crumbled at the edges as if it had been stuffed into her pocket as an afterthought. And...well, it had been. Her schedule was a little difficult to read, but it indicated she was going in the right direction. A knot in her stomach indicated she'd rather be going in the other direction, but the quickening pace of her heart indicated this was exactly where she should be.
OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
Weyland dashes ahead, swinging the two massive scythes as he span around or pulled off an odd manoeuvre every few minutes, flipping forwards on his scythes and giving a maniacal laugh under his hood, resonating, the sound deep and distorted through his mask.
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