Cecil arrived at the Gym right after Ridley, his weapon sheathed and his semblance was disactivated. He could see that Maron was setting Monte down at the Nurse's station, moving his hair over his ear as he looked to Azure who was also getting some rest. Cecil looked back to Ridley and to Maron as he crossed his arms, his hands holding his own elbows. He walked with Ridley to Maron as Maron was stating that they should still give those bandits what for. He stared at her before he soon said, "Ridley, we're going to have to talk to the headmaster of a faculty member to come and help us then. We're going to be in over our heads for this."
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Semblance: Inactive|| Weapon: Reiterpallasch(sheathed) || Currently Holding: N/A Post Count: 33 || Missions Done: 2 || Current Mission: None [Cold Blooded Defender]
××××[ Rori arrives with the others, a bit still irked from their little adventure around campus earlier. Even now they follow the trail, but this time, it leads to the Gymnasium. Joji starts going on about something, but Rorine herself is rather confused. “Eh? What does it mean?” ]
Following in after Rori she met up with Joji as well as they grouped up, she looked around and saw that there were a few other people here as well in the gym, she then looked at Joji as he instructed the both of the both of them and asked about the foot prints and trail they followed. Maybe Joji had a plan or an idea of what was going on, that led them here to this gym. She thought for as moment, but to be honest she had no idea what was going on but she made a shot in the dark with it anyways. "Maybe whoever kidnapped Lavender only been using the trails to get around, is that why we're here now at the gym? Maybe they are hiding here?" Xandria asked as she still had no idea where the bandits were or the missing students, she could only guess that they were were since she was led here by her Captain.
The young man's feet slowly approached the doors as he pushed opened the gate. His eyes would settle on the scene before him. It seemed that they had set up a station for medicine. His mouth would let out a soft exhale as his feet pressed onward. His hands would rest on his side as he looked back to the door and made his way over to the medical station, though he was cautious. He didn't like the doctor's office, and would get a similar feeling from this area, though he had to check on Monte. He would watch as Ridley and Maron exitted the area, and walked in for himself after a nod of acknowledgement. He would enter and put a hand on the small flap to enter, moving it aside to see his partner. The young man approached and put a hand to the side of Monte as he gave a light fist tap to the young man's arm. "You were a real hero today. . .Ya know that?" He'd mutter as he nodded. It was what his father use to say after sessions of training, and Medical visits. He would then nod after checking his weapons on his side and walking off with a smile on his face. The young man would look to the center of the room, and watch as Ridley and Cecil talked. His head would tilt back a bit as he put hands behind his back looking around for Scarlet as he approached the group. He'd overhear them a bit and walk behind the two as he rubbed the side of his neck. "I don't think so." He'd announce his presence as he would circle round to Maron and kneel next to her and began to poke her knee. "Is. . .Are you okay?" He'd ask first as he looked back to her. Though as he did he would move a bang from his vision and continue to look to Maron's leg to check for any sort of swelling or contusions. "They assigned to this mission. I'm pretty sure they believe that in our teams we will be able to overcome the obstacles before us."
His hand would rub against his chin as he began to trace on the young girl's leg, as if he was formulating a plan. "We should infact, inform faculty and plan to retrieve our fellow student. Aside from the reason of our growth. I believe I'd like to figure why the man hurt the small kitten. And exacted an act of such violence against, us." His eyes would close, and his mind would figure that his hand by his side was gripping into a fist. "Though Monte seems like he has suffered no real injuries. I don't want to stand by and let someone else handle a man who openly hurt our team without remorse." His head would bow a bit as he frowned. "Apologies for the negativity. I just. . .Feel that Monte has been wronged greatly."
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The doors open slowly as the man's single bang would drop over his eye. His mouth let out a sigh as he smacked it out of the way. His mouth was in a more irritated expression than normal. The man's muscles would be covered by the ripped suit as he walked in and felt the sleeve sliding down his arm as his body would stop near the entrance and look amongst the students. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He'd put on the cocky grin he was use to and continued to walk as the sleeves of the suit he wore were held on by mere threads, and the shoes now scuffed to hell. He'd try not to make it known that the suit was bothering him, but he would let it be known that he wasn't adept to moving in them by the stretch he preformed with slight discomfort. He'd take a place near the front, leaning on the stage of the gym and crossing his arms. He seemed to be the only administrator there as he looked around at all the young face. Maybe this was because of the mission he had been hearing so much about. His eyes would close as he shook his head a bit. He needn't think about that too much, just be there for the students as you can. Those were his thoughts and that was his goal. He'd open his eyes as he tried to distract himself, with a quick sip from the flask in the destroyed jacket's pocket, though after he would look around, studying the area well, trying to find what to focus on to keep the boredom at bay.
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The young man would slowly push open the door, his visage a bit more grim than usual as his eyes blinked towards the people within the enclosed area. His mouth let out a sigh stepping into the hall. His hands carried a bandit himself, bleeding from the head. Damien 1 would try to support him and keep him as clean as possible as the second one would guide him forth. His slender eyes lay half closed as he walked slowly across the wooden floors and his wavy hair bounced. Each step the boy's head held many of thoughts. Why hate the faunus? Why aim for students? Why during this time? These questions brought memories, and pain. His back burned greatly. Though as he walked, the casual smile of yearning. He'd regain his usual swagger feeling the presence of others. It was calming. His eyes would close as he chuckled a bit and look back at the copy of himself. "We shouldn't frown too much, it's bad for the skin." He'd joke with the doppelganger. His head would veer back and chuckle a bit as they lead the bandit's body into the medical bay. Damien would set down the restrained man as he let the bandit onto the bed for a check up. The Damien in back would walk into the other as he closed an eye. The two would merge while his body rippled like water. "This one's a bad guy." He'd say to the medical employee. "I'd say let a teacher handle this one, though. Remember Team SODA was the one who got him here." He'd say with confidence.
The team's ability to take down two higher ranking villains was easily an accolade that would give them a one up on others if the teacher's knew. Though he was more concerned with their standing, seeing as they didn't get much class time the first periods. He would exit the area and rub a hand through his locks once more, looking to the weapon that was now sheathed on his person. "Alright. That seems done, I can finally take some time for myself." He'd mutter as he looked up and around at the many people who had come before. One stuck out as she was getting her knee poked by a small child. "A Faunus. . .And a cute one at that." He'd mutter to himself before positioning himself a bit across from the group, to wait for his group to arrive, seeing as they were to be the factor on what was to be done with information. His voice let out a soft hum of a child's tune, making a rhythm.
It wasn't long before she arrived to the gym, presumably with her other teammates in tow. After everything that had happened, Lunestra was exhausted -- and all she wanted to do was speak with her brother and head straight to bed. However, there was very little time for rest. A briefing needed to happen, and everyone needed to pool their clues and evidences together to get to the bottom of who these people were. . . And what exactly they want. Through their motives, they would perhaps be capable of discovering something else regarding this. . . But quite frankly, their motives seemed extremely black-or-white to Lunestra.
It was banal.
The heiress scanned the gymnasium and recalled her first time within as a student. . . And she no longer felt the same anxiety as before. Perhaps gone, for now, were the days of fearing a connection with others. . . And this experience changed her, even if on a small scale. After all, she had killed a man today -- by complete accident and as a fluke, but she still killed him. He was dead, she was alive, and although she was his better, it was perhaps that she had taken him away from his family -- if he had any family. However, it was either him or her -- and she was always going to save her own skin barring any immediate importance to her. She wasn't even entirely sure if she would sacrifice her own life for her teammates. . . Perhaps someday she would have to, though.
This is what Aurtrox deals with every day. . . Maybe I should just leave him alone for now. . . But I need to find out why he just sent us, and not the teachers; they're far more capable. The more I think about this, the less and less I believe my initial theory that this was all a test. . That perhaps a security measure failed somewhere.
Worry was etched on Lunestra's countenance as she recounted the events: the fetid stench, the clanging against a storage unit in the distance to the tune of the entrance ceremony, and the color-coded scarves of the bandit leaders. . . They were organized, they were funded, and they had aircrafts. This made them very dangerous, and Lunestra was prepared to brief the necessary parties on what she has witnessed and seen.
And so, the Krayeth heiress folded her arms and leaned against the wall, awaiting everyone else to gather, and see where things go from there. She noted that Erin, the combat instructor, was in the gymnasium, and she furrowed her brow, almost as if she resented the fact that the teachers didn't come for them. If so, things would have gone far differently. But it didn't matter now -- the past cannot be rewritten.
As far as she knows.
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Adam walked throughout the hallway and opened the doors to the gymnasium. Noticing there were quite a few people here already. He scanned the gym with stoic eyes. Landed on a few familiar faces. One being Xandria and the others of her team. Rori and Joji he believed. He continued to scan the gym and saw plenty of other faces he has yet to meet. Then, finally, he saw someone he actually knew. The one who left ahead first. Damien. He walked past the other student to join his teammate. "Yo,Damien." he said. "Where did you put the clown that jumped us?" he asked. He was also awaiting the arrival of their other members. He sat on the ground and hugged one knee to his chest as he rested on it. The fight left him a bit stiff so he did a few neck exercises. Once finished with that, he took his glasses off to clean them and make them nice and shiny.
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Damien's eyes were averted from the scene going on around him as he looked at the gym door opening once more. His head would tilt back as he smiled. There was an elegant woman who stepped in, though his mind wasn't too focused on her actions, more, her ressemblance to someone he had seen prior. His mouth let out a slight chuckle as he tilted his head back, hearing another person enter. His head wouldn't look down as he listened more so than watched. His head would slowly dropped as he looked to none other than Adam. The male's mouth gave a slightly child like smile as he nodded in his direction. "My friend Adam. Good to see you're unharmed."He'd say while looking around at the area, before letting his eyes close and his hands rest on the back of his head."The infirmary. Restrained. I made sure to leave a note saying after he's stable. Wring his neck."He'd joke while nodding his head a bit. His mind thought for a moment on why someone would target the faunus in such a fashion, though he could not come up with anything reasonable at the moment though as he thought of this, another question came to mind. "Adam. Why do you think the women in our Team insist on their aggressive behavior?"
After loosening his neck up, he smiled slightly and Damien's observation of his well-being. "Good lookin' out. Glad you're straight, too." he said nudging his leg with his fist. "To be real, I'm a little surprised that he wasn't stronger. Could he take a hit? Yes. But, you could tell he was fasho a grunt. Maybe lowest rung." he said cracking his fingers. He produce a small chuckle at his teammates joke. "Good man. Thinkin' four steps ahead!" he said restraining a laugh. He wiped his eyes a bit and thought about his question. "Maybe because as women the have to aggressive to prove in a male dominated society that though they are women they are just as good as men at getting results contrary to their gender bias stereotypes...or maybe they just know no chill. Could be either." he said laying on his back and closing his eyes.
Scylla came through the doors of the gym in time to hear the boy's conversation topic. She walked over to them slumping the female bandit on the ground as she looked at her teammates. The guitar was still on her shoulder so she literally just carried some bandit and her guitar at the same time. "I don't think I'm aggressive thank you very much. I got some info out of her without touching her. I don't think that counts as aggressive. As for this male-dominated society you speak of, I don't really see it. Far as I can tell people are equal. Our islands sure were and far as I understood from school everyone in Vacuo was as well. Onyxia on the other hand, well clearly she likes hurting people. Don't know why don't care. But hey not my problem anyway."
Scylla looked down at the bandit and shrugged. "We should get some rope for her. Speaking of which, Onyxia gave me her vote for team leader, far as I'm aware Damien already gave me his vote. So that's a majority right there though Adam, I would appreciate if you just made it unanimous. So yeah team leader here or whatever. Not much is going to change. I don't like being uncool and bossing people around so it will be simple." With that she looked at Damien and walked over towards him. "I'm kinda bored, want me to put on a show for ya. Don't have the other two but that's alright, I can do it on my own." Her hand brought her guitar down to the floor as she leaned on it like one would a pole.
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killer-wolf-kun
Ghost_Rios
Toryuuku Shinjuku
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2018 4:37 pm
Joji Sage Semblance: InactivePost count: 31Level: 0 "The sun keeps falling when you woke up."
Joji continued to try to find conclusions as to what was going on with the trails that they were taking. He almost was at a dead end until Xandria had brought up a pretty good point. "Yes..Yes that could be it, but, there has to be more to the story though. He began playing out the walking all the way back to the beginning. "Okay, we walked down one path, but it led to the courtyard right? He said as he began walking a small line. "Then we walked back down a path that we were lead to through foot prints. It would head back towards the dormatory...but....we ended up back in the courtyard....Maybe that's it though. These tracks lead from the dormitory to the courtyard but they suddenly vanish..."
Tldr, if I quote you, it's because I was acknowledging your charries somewhere in this hellish post- I'm so sorry. Refer to spoiler below and you'll see what I mean... V V
Maron nodded in agreement to Ridley's comment, flexing an arm in enthusiasm. "Yeah, we'll give those jerks what's comin' to em' and save the day!" she chanted, a hopeful grin on her face to mask her uncertainty. Those guys were pretty tough, Bojack knows how many of them there are roaming the campus. Based on the bodies piling up by the medical station, it looked like there were more than just the two the team had encountered. That poor cat though, Maron felt terrible for not trusting her gut and walking further into the alley; maybe if she hadn't been so unsure of herself, then that innocent cat wouldn't have been dead. "Ahh, what's done is done, Stallius. All you can do now is move forward!" However, Maron did make a mental note to properly dispose of the cat after finding her peers; it wouldn't feel right if she left the cat's body to be eaten by maggots. Gross.
Cecil intervened, commenting on the party's idealistic thinking. Maybe he was right, but if that were the case, wouldn't the teachers have prevented this from happening? Beacon was pretty secure, this had to have been a sneak attack or something. Then again, Maron's no strategist; she could only rely on her hunches by this point. Luckily, Captain King came in, aptly voicing what Maron was incapable of expressing to Cecil; not too long after, Qing poked Maron's leg, asking her if she was okay. The horse faunus gave an amicable grin at her team leader, flashing a thumbs up at the smaller man, "Yeah, I'm all good!" Maron optimistically replied, lowering her hand and exchanging a wink, "Thanks again for giving me the boost I needed, if you hadn't done whatever you did: I wouldn't have kicked that guy's balls out of the park... Get it? Out of the park, ahaha!"
At least Maron could make fun of her own discomfort; of course she was in pain, but it couldn’t compare to what her peers could be going through. That must be scary; being kidnapped by a punch of hairy men you don't even know, what a drag. Luckily, Maron's neurotic thought processes were broken by a ticklish sensation on her leg, which made the young woman c**k a brow in amusement and confusion. Maron didn’t need to turn around to know who was drawing on her leg like that; she decided to give him the proper canvas to align his thoughts into place. Man, if only Maron could be so as mentally stimulated as Qing, then maybe she could be of more assistance of the battlefield; being an offense is fun and all, but nothing beats a good ol’ strategy. “Heh, for all I know, maybe Qing thinks the opposite; I should be grateful for what I got, legs of steel!”
Maron's smile curled into a subtle frown following Qing's comment. "I'm no war-strategist or anything, but maybe those guys could be working under someone, yah know?" Maron suggested, looking down at her slightly swollen knee. "I mean, that first guy was a total dummy, and the other guy looked like he couldn't even pick up a spoon," she pointed out, slowly bringing her knees to her chest, slightly wincing in pain. "And hey, it's alright to feel down once in a while, just don't make a habit out of it. Everything's going to be alright, believe it!"
No soon after, Maron caught glimpse of a buff stud walking into the gym; wearing a familiar maroon suit tattered and torn, revealing his chiseled quads and biceps. "Oh wow, what happened to Mr. Eggshell?" Maron mumbled, staring at the older gentleman in concern. Even though he was clearly older than the young faunus, Maron couldn't help but feel her cheeks grow hot at the man's glorious form, "I wonder if he's married... F-focus!" Maron quietly sighed as she looked down at her leg, awaiting for any more students to enter; the last thing she wanted to do was to irritate the possibly-battered and bruised teacher.
Another face walked in- or rather- two faces. "W-whoa..." Maron looked up, clearly interested by what she was seeing: It looked like a pair of twins, Maron didn't think there were other twins in this school. However, she soon realized that the twins were in fact one person; maybe it's his sembelance? Whatever it was, it sure was entertaining to watch. What made matters more interesting, was his ability to carry someone so easily; looks sure can be a deceiving thing, can't they? Maron kept her eyes on the black-haired man as he took a seat adjacent from the group, chatting with a young man with pretty cool hair. "How does he get his hair like that?!" Maron could only wonder, though... She could just ask?
Nah, that would be too awkward of a conversation.
It looked like the two men could be from another team, since they seemed so comfortable with one another. Who was that guy the black-haired dude brought in? Well, deducing from the restraints on them, Maron could tell that they probably were one of the bad guys. Hey, at least that black-haired dude and his team managed to capture one of the bandits, good for them! Maron slowly got up from her position before stretching out her legs and arms, not used to sitting down for so long. Before she could get to them, Maron saw a familiar face walk through the doors, which made the horse faunus jump up excitedly, her tail happily wagging behind her.
The young woman would frantically wave to the swan faunus, happy to see that Lunestra made it out alright; hopefully the same could be said for the rest of her team, Ivory and Jessica all seemed like nice people. It's a shame their teammate got captured though. Should Maron tell the other girl what was said about her teammate? No, Lunestra didn't look all that happy to begin with; maybe Maron will keep that detail to herself until all the teams gathered together to talk about their clues.
Slowly, Maron would get back to her initial plan, slowly strolling over to the two gentleman and their lady friend. Slowly, she would sit behind the trio, her tail slowly swaying behind her, and her ears perked up in interest. A light tint of pink dusted her cheeks in pent up awe and excitement. She just sat there, completely in awe that this group managed to capture a bandit! She didn't realized how attentively she was starting at the two boys and one girl, smiling like a child looking at the static of a television screen...
killer-wolf-kun
Black Fire Lord
Toryuuku Shinjuku
Her Radiance
AlyssumReika
KnightsRoyal
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2018 4:56 pm
Adam opened one eye to see the shortest of the group. Scyalla the sound queen herself. "Did you, foreal, carry the bandit and that guitar at the same time?" her asked. He could have wondered how it was possible, but he, ultimately, left it at one thing. "Logic fasho doesn't apply to you." he said to his chagrin. "Hmm. You could be true. The sitch out her is much different where I grew up. Things seem pretty...cool out here." he said. "Yeah, MCR got a thing for dishing out punishment, huh?" he asked. "Where she at by the way?" he followed. He heard her out about the whole leader thing. "If you wanna be leader, be leader. You got my hand, but I don't merk on orders. Got a moral code and all that jazz." he said. He watched as she walked over to Damien. "Here we go." he thought. She asked if he wanted a show. And at that point, Adam stood to his feet. "I'm gonna walk and talk to a man about a dog." he said as he started walking away from the two. He didn't say it to be rude, but he didn't just want to get up and walk away. Plus, the show was meant for only Damien anyway. "Better to leave them right now. Too mushy. Even if it's one sided." he thought to himself. He had no set destination, so he just decided to walk a few laps around the gym.
"Qing, if we go, then there is no certainty we will be able to return. The headmaster himself felt like he had no responsibility for us should we fail." Cecil told Qing, reminding them of their first assembly with their.... headmaster. But then this got Cecil thinking, the room beginning to drop in temperature itself slowly as he closed his eyes. "But.... maybe we can do this... if we take the approach from a different angle." Cecil proposed as he looked to Qing, Maron, and Ridley. "They are most likely in the sewers, if we can find a map layout, we could look and surmise where they could most likely pop up, take them on there and keep ourselves above the ground." Cecil continued while slowly walking around the group. "We should be able to obtain a map if one of us can talk to the construction crew."
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Semblance: Inactive|| Weapon: Reiterpallasch(sheathed) || Currently Holding: N/A Post Count: 34 || Missions Done: 2 || Current Mission: None [Cold Blooded Defender]
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