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company ;; Auburn, Miss Tameg, Other Studentsxoxoxsong ;; Mirrorxoxoxlocation ;; Lecture Hallxoxoxoutfit ;; School Uniform



spaceHazel chuckled lightly at his teammate's comment, watching her face as she spoke. It was a habit he had. It was another trait some people found rude, but he found it helped him with reading people, and Auburn never voiced her care in the matter. "Well, they were awake when I went back to the room, so hopefully they'll just be late. I'd like to see them in class wearing pajamas, though. Hm," a little chuckle escaped him at the thought. He leaned forward some so he was leaning sort of in front of Auburn, looking at her when she started speaking of when they met. He smiled at her and nodded, "Oh yes, that was quite impressive. That Deathstalker was a fun fight. I'd forgotten about that one." He closed his eyes as he remembered the moment, smile still present on his face.

space"Your first appearance was jarring. But you are who you are, not what you look like. I'm grateful to have been able to grow alongside you last year, and I'm looking forward to this one, as well." Hazel spoke rather evenly. His voice was full of sincerity and honesty, nothing mocking about it. He and Auburn were on the same wavelength, until it came to fighting, so their conversations were usually quite open. It was another thing he appreciate about the girl. They could be candid with each other and it was never really an issue. Though, he's figured out through the actions of others which buttons not to press with Auburn. Some people weren't as accepting as most and they acted out. When they did... well, Auburn wasn't one to stand by and take it, let's just say that. The young man turned his body forward, then, and faced Professor Amara, still listening to Auburn were she to respond before class started.


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VJammer

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Auburn snorted a little as he admitted to the idea of them being dragged to class in their sleepwear being funny. She had to admit though, it had seemed their other two had seemed pretty flagged when they got here. So, she wasn't going to judge. Her mind went back to the deathstalker fight in their first year. The other seven of them had had trouble causing any sort of damage to the thing, Hazel included though, he hadn't had that much opportunity to fight it. As soon as they came across the rest of them, she'd taken the high ground by finding the nearest place she could climb to and had called the others to lead it nearby. Seeing no better option, they did so. As it had passed under the outcropping, she'd hanged off the edge of it and willed her legs to give her a bigger boost as she launched herself down on it. Judgement had broken through the carapace and impaled into the ground under it, though, her legs had seized up after it and she'd had to rely on others to help move to the ruins before she had to opportunity to properly rest her legs. The rest of the day had been a burden on her legs.

Just then, he brought up her appearance and she simply continued staring forward. "Not nearly as jarring as what caused it." Her fists clenched with an audible popping. He knew her better that most. He knew she seldom slept, knew her anger and past kept her awake or robbed her of her sleep. But, he also knew the bleeding heart she covered in a guise of disinterested apathy. She was like nature itself, fierce, unstoppable, and relentless when stirred, but, nurturing and peaceful despite the turmoil within. She stretched and growled a little as she rolled her shoulder. The scars on her back were not all shallow and sometimes, she triggered pain by moving something the wrong way or without doing it properly. She reached back with a hand and massaged the sore spot tenderly. "Be grateful you don't have to deal with this..."

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OOC: Considering changing her speech text color,
but, not sure to what

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Wearing:

Weapon(s):
Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.

However, her boots and bracers are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds and the bracers can deploy into gauntlets when she wishes to switch to hand-to-hand. (See Mission for image of bracers and boots)

Semblance:
Stallion’s Strength: Auburn’s semblance is a passive one that enhances her Strength, Speed, Agility, Endurance, Durability, and even recovery by strengthening her muscles directly. She can semi-activate it to give her an even greater boost, though, doing so can lead to painful and sometimes severe injury and cannot be sustained for long periods of time.

Items:
❖ Scroll
❖ Gear
❖ Usually an apple or two.

Themes:
❖ Main Theme: Titanium
❖ Battle Theme: Indestructible
❖ Emotional Theme: Bad Apple

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Ivory, still breathing heavily, found her teammates and sat near them, fixing her narrowed eyes on Tyzan. Still staring, she held her hand out, index and thumb in the shape of a gun, and pressed the tip of her finger against the boy's forehead.
"Treachery" she hissed "Lies and conspiracy, all mine efforts to be undone by your pettiness and venom. A pox on you, a pox on your cattle and sheep and may my arrow find its place between your shoulder blades for what you have done." she pulled her finger away from Tyzan, clearly angry for being left behind when it was time for class.

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company ;; Auburn, Miss Tameg, Other Studentsxoxoxsong ;; Mirrorxoxoxlocation ;; Lecture Hallxoxoxoutfit ;; School Uniform



spaceHazel gave a thoughtful nod at her comment, knowing she wasn't being cynical, just honest. His eyes flickered to Auburn's fist, though, when he heard her knuckles pop ever so slightly. She was tough. But that didn't mean she was a void. The young man hummed softly, reflecting inwardly for a moment. It was something he did often. Hazel was either talking too much, or not at all. When she spoke again, he turned his head to look over at her, watching her rub one of the many tender spot she housed. With a small smile, he reached down and knocked on his leg twice, a soft metallic sound echoing from beneath the desk. "Mine only really aches in the rain these days." He gave a half shrug, "Though, I can't really complain." The young man crossed his ankles and rubbed them together some. It still felt odd having a different leg than what he was born with, even after all these years. It was true, though, his injury wasn't as extensive as the variety inflicted on Auburn throughout her life. Still, they could relate on some level.

spaceA warm smile settled on his face. It was nice being back in a classroom. Even though he would much rather be in one of the hands-on classes, this was still a good change of pace from his trip back home. He'd been gone a year and so much changed. His little sister had grown so much in such a short amount of time. She was a fiery thing, and didn't match the softness of her name: "Lillie." Even though the half-siblings were rather opposite to each other, they were practically best friends, and they understood each other. That was the easiest part about being home, though. Their parents were in between missions and were a bit stir crazy, so there was a lot of training, a lot of cleaning, and a lot of... not stress. It was moreso a test of his patience and willpower. Unsurprisingly, he passed, though with a lot of energy exertion. Being back at Beacon was a welcome rest from his rest.

spaceThe martial artist looked at Miss Tameg at the front of the room, preparing to start class. It seemed like she was waiting for everyone to quiet down so she could begin. He opened the notebook before him and twirled his pencil between his fingers, "Its sort of interesting how integrated this class is. I'd say its about evenly split between the years." He mused lowly, just above a whisper so Auburn could hear him. He started writing down a few numbers in his notebook, seat numbers, as he looked at a few individuals. With his semblance and meditative training, Hazel was able to see a person's aura. Well, not so much "see," but he could feel it. His semblance was always activated, so being around strong auras was difficult sometimes. Especially times like now, when his semblance was in its neutral state. It was only natural that he would want to soak up a semblance. Hazel distracted himself by writing down a few descriptions of some auras he felt. Once class started, though, he would stop so he could jot down whatever information Professor Tameg offered.


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VJammer


Lupa Fur

ooc : i go here to get all my colors~

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company ;; MNCS, His Peers, Professor Amaraxoxoxsong ;; Lightxoxoxlocation ;; Lecture Hallxoxoxoutfit ;; Academy Uniform



spaceStill leaning back in his seat, Sage began balancing on the back two legs of the chair somewhat playfully. If you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't notice at all, but his semblance was ever-so-slightly activated. He lifted his feet for a few seconds, a small smile present on his face as he looked down to the floor. He stopped when Crimson arrived and planted himself firmly on the floor. Sage gave her a polite smile as she took the seat beside him, looking utterly exhausted. She was less enthusiastic about a classroom setting, it seemed. It was odd seeing his teammates in their uniforms. Crimson and Mauve looked like different people. Noir looked more innocuous without his stark black armor. Not that it was a bad thing, looking different than yesterday. The uniforms were humbling and gave a sort of solidarity. He briefly wondered if any of them had the same thoughts, though. Admittedly, three of the team's members were armor-wearers, so they were going to look odd not being clad in metal. When there was a lull in the class and it hushed down, Sage sat up straight in his seat, face towards Professor Tameg.

spaceThe pinkette was smiling warmly and introducing herself, clapping after doing so. Her tail was swaying back and forth. He wondered what kind of faunus she was, but wouldn't have the chance to think much more on it as she continued speaking. The woman explained what she expected of the students for the time being. Though, he was a little taken back when Professor Tameg pointed at him and beckoned him to start the activity. Suddenly, he felt out of place. It was unusual for someone from Atlas to attend an Academy besides its own continental one. Not skipping a beat, Sage stood, giving an obligatory nod before he began speaking. "My name is Sage Tempest, of the Atlesian Tempest. When I was young, I read tales of the Nuckelavee and horrors it was said to have committed. That would be my answer." His matter-of-fact tone may have come across as deadpan or bored, but on the contrary, he was engaged. Sage didn't mind so much participating. Though, he was aware of the stigma Atlas carried, so he attempted to tread lightly.


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unlimited blades


Johto Crisp


TheGrandOldMan


Lupa Fur

Noir Alcott

Noir was happy to be in class, after seeing the rest of his fellow classmates get in, he start to get his area prepared by pulling out his notebook, pencils, even his scroll to record the teacher in case he misses anything important. After he just got his area set, the teacher Dr. Tameg came in and introduced herself. He was amazed on how friendly of approach she made to everyone despite what the class is. He began the recording so can start his education but it turned out its introduction day so he turned it right off and put it away for now.

However, the teacher called Noir's partner to start everything off. He was shocked about the tale he read, but not shocked about it. So he stood up and figured to introduce himself as well, "Hello everyone, my name is Noir Alcott. Despite being raised in a forest and facing against some of the more common grimm, I read about dragon-type grimm and I consider them more dangerous due to what tales I read with dragons in them and the grimm we have now may be connected..............I think." He smiled while rubbing the back of his head as he heard a few students fall of their chairs out of how ridicules his answer was as Noir chuckled knowing it was but knew he was on the right track.

Ivory kept her eyes fixed on Tyzan as he spoke, promising to make up his mistake to her. He'd be emptying his wallet on ice cream tonight, she knew that much.
Before the twins stood to answer the introductions, Ivory held up both hands, one holding up one finger, and the other two, then silently stood after the twins finished their piece. The pinkette stood, silent as her large blue eyes shifted back and forth across the room, struggling to find a piece she remembered that could introduce herself in a coherent way. For nearly a minute she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, gripping the edge of her skirt before remembering an old book her mother had read, it was a picture book, filled with violence, corruption and a theatrical saboteur she enjoyed the diction of, particularly a somewhat famous speech.
"Who am I?" she asked, rhetorically "Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am..Is a girl with pink hair. If you'll forgive me and afford me a bit of time, I'll spell who I am with a favorite rhyme." she laced her fingers together behind her back and took a deep breath.
"Viola!" she threw her arms open in a wide sweeping gesture "In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate." Ivory let out a little cough before continuing "My visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition."
Her speech was quite a mouthful, lined with alliteration and rhyme , long winded as it was, it forced her to stop and take a sip of water, speaking somewhat less energetically, but not lowering her volume so that none could hear her.
"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that its my very good honour to meet you all and you may call me...Ivory"
With her speech finished, the pinkette crossed one leg behind the other and gave a cute little curtsy before taking her seat back between her teammates.

It'd been getting close to class time, but Crimson hadn't shown up yet. He was beginning to wonder if her injuries from yesterday would've left her out cold and if the guys should have put in some effort to make sure she'd be up for classes. Several other students were arriving, one especially familiar with the professor. Whether the girl's interaction with the teacher was out of friendliness or disrespect, it was slightly jarring to Mauve. She could have very easily been a second year for all he knew. Normally such an act would earn his teammates a concerned look, but another student entered, this one offering the professor a flower. You know... I definitely knew Beacon was a place of prestige, but I didn't know there'd be so many students of prestigious looks. Even his own team was cute. Sage had that whole cool knight thing going for him, and Noir had this whole... edgy look about him, though it didn't quite pair with his personality. Crimson's personality held its own kind of charm, but her outer appearance was cute as well. The brunette that had just entered, though, had almost made Mauve blush and forced him too look back down at his paper. I thought this was a school for hunters! Too many people here are freakin' models! he shouted internally.

There was rustling a couple seats down. Mauve looked up to see that the final member of his team had finally made it to class. A breath of relief left him before he waved down the line to Crimson. He almost felt bad for not having spoken to his teammates this morning, but he wasn't really a morning person. The a.m. was a time of quiet for Mauve. He normally didn't speak until he'd eaten breakfast lest something cranky leave his mouth. It didn't seem like he had much choice in the matter when class got started, professor Tameg calling for intros, starting with Sage. The boy watched with a smile as everyone introduced themselves, only raising an eyebrow only at a couple of students when they spoke. Auburn no-last-name seemed like she didn't want anyone in her business. If that was the case, why even mention the lack of last name in the first place? A pair of twins was also something he'd never seen before, so the fact that they were faunus made them especially interesting. Crimson's family... the young man had never heard of. He almost felt bad. Then there was Ivory... She'd recited some kind of alliterative poem that was surprisingly long-winded. Mauve hadn't expected such a thing from the way the girl had acted just prior. His plan had been to go after her, but following that up would've been...difficult. As if to make his life easier, Tyzan Lavender went next. Well, it only makes sense for a purple to go after a purple, I guess.

His hand shot into the air before he practically bounced out of his seat. "Hey, everyone! My name is Mauve Ackles! It's nice to meet everyone. I can't say that I'm scared of a certain grimm. Beowolves are kinda everywhere, so they can be a pain for smaller towns, but the rarer the grimm, the more aesthetically interesting, I think." He'd seen a couple here and there on the news, and that spider grimm that team ECHO had faced yesterday- they were their own form of pretty despite how equally terrible. It was surprising that introductions were first on the list, but it also made sense, in a way. How else were they all supposed to communicate, after all? Taking his seat, Mauve grinned at his team and gave them a good ol' "thumbs up".





OOC: I lost my entire post to a Chrome glitch. emotion_facepalm