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He'd think for a moment,placing his hand under his chin and tilting his head to the side slightly,considering what the two of them could do until it's time for the intro lesson,obviously he was gonna pick something fun to see if that would help Niraya's mood,ideas flowing through his mind at a rapid pace.Finally he would come to a conclusion,thinking Niraya miiiight enjoy this activity "I have a crap ton of novels back in my dorm,we could go read those until the intro lesson if you want to,or you could just borrow the books,your choice"
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LOCATION:Courtyard MOOD:Booored MUSIC:Paused COMPANY:Niraya OOC:My phones messed up,so i won't be on as often,using a school laptop rn
SPEECH:Cobalt THOUGHT:Blizzard Blue ACTION:Bordeaux
spaceMorgan hadn't even been walking through the familiar Atlas terrain for ten minutes before she came across her partner. It was another girl with silver hair, and she was looking directly in Morgan's direction, but wasn't making eye contact with her. Morgan cocked an eyebrow and kept walking towards the silver haired girl, "Hey," the blonde called out when she was closer, "I get it if you wanna be picky about your partners, but rules are rules. You wanna look me in the eye?" Morgan mused to herself that the girl would have been cute if she weren't so rude. After a few silent seconds, the other girl finally addressing Morgan.
space"Well...you see, it's kinda hard to make eye contact when you're blind. Little hard to tell where your eyes are aiming." The pause that followed was quiet enough to hear a pin drop from a mile away. The faunus lifted the goggles from her eyes and looked upon the girl's face. Morgan suddenly realized the other's eyes were a dimly glazed over blossom color. Rather than be embarrassed by what she said, Morgan simply stated, "Oh. Turns out, I'm the rude one, eh? So... you still wanna be my teammate?" She wasn't sure how her nonchalant attitude came across to the other girl, but either way, the two wound up being teammates. Blind or not, the silver haired girl was here for a reason, and Morgan had no qualms being paired up with her. They would fight a few more Grimm together along the way to the ruins, find their relic, and arrive back at the main Atlas campus together.
spaceNow, they were walking in the Courtyard, waiting for the initiation process to be over so they could go to the coronation service. Morgan was in the midst of studying her teammate, Ariana. Back on the Ridgeway, after they met and officially declared each other teammates, an Ursa burst through the treeline behind Ariana. Before Morgan could call out to her, the girl's blindness already triggering her protective nature, Ariana had turned to bunt its head back with her shield, then slashed its throat with her sword. At the moment, Morgan was watching Ariana use a white cane to help her get around. The marksman slowed her normal pace so they could walk side by side. 'Its hard to believe this is the same girl. She was so fierce back there, now she seems so fragile.' Morgan, of course, knew this clearly wasn't the case. It was just jarring to see the shorter girl in action when she herself couldn't see.
spaceThe pair came to stop at a bench set aside off the walkway, surrounded by fragrant winter flowers. Before she spoke, Morgan tightened the knot of her would-be face mask, "So, Ariana, you got heightened senses, or something? Like, you can see without really seeing?" Morgan wasn't at all subtle about what she was asking. They hadn't had the chance to talk about it while they were at Mantle Ridgeway, so she figured why not ask while they killed time? They were going to be teammates for a while. They'd figure all this stuff out eventually, so she didn't see the need to be shy about asking. The snake faunus sat down on the bench, stretching her legs some out of Ariana's path, and readjusted the gun strapped across her back. Her gaze returned to her small statured partner, listening to whatever answers Ariana offered.
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Ariana tapped along with her white cane, taking care to not hit any obstruction as she walked along the path outside of the academy. It had been quite the experience meeting Morgan. She'd been accosted by indifferent condescension, not particularly rude in her opinion, just unintentionally presumptuous. And she'd replied with dry sarcasm and had waved off Morgan's apology, explaining to her that she was used to the sort of thing, revealing that she often encountered it because of her unique position. But then, Ariana was a sort of celebrity, twice over, so, it came with the territory.
As they walked, she could more or less feel Morgan's gaze on her, again, more or less aware of roughly wheat she might be thinking. She hated that she needed her cane for everyday life, but, she'd used her weapon as a pseudo cane when she had it out. So, in reality, she always was using a cane. Soon, she felt her cane hit something made of stone or concrete and reached out with her hand to feel it. Finding it was a bench, she sat down and stretched. Not long after, she heard one of the questions she had been expecting the whole time.
"And there it is. Most people can't contain their curiosity and blurt out questions or feel too awkward and walk away. Anyway, it's my Semblance. And stronger senses I guess. I can sort of sense in...I guess imagery? What's around me. Solid things I can't sense very well through, but softer things like bushes I can unless they are tightly clustered. It's...hard to describe how they appear because I was born blind, so, I have no comparable frame of reference. But, I can sense up to thirty, maybe forty feet depending on different factors, in a three-hundred-sixty degree, three dimensional field around me. And it's always active. But, I can't sense details very well, which is why I drag my weapon around when I'm at the ready, or I'll use the staff of it's guan dao form as a walking stick. So, when I'm not at the ready, I tend to use my cane. Terrain change and unevenness are weak points for me. So...despite how well I can fight...I still fall on stairs every now and then."
Wearing:Casual Attire complete with black leggings and fuzzy boots!
Items: ❖ Voice activated Scroll ❖ Earpiece for her scroll ❖ Usually a book in braille of some sort ❖ White Cane. When not carrying her weapon at the ready, she's usually using it extended, when she has her weapon at the ready, folded and strapped to her thigh or hanging from either a loop on her clothes or a belt by the hip.
spaceAt Ariana's rather blasé introduction to her answer, Morgan couldn't help but smirk. The silver haired girl probably was used to being berated with questions about how she could fight, or even how she survived. Maybe Morgan should be a little less blatant about her intrigue. Though, when the rest of Ariana's answer came out, it seemed scripted and only confirmed Morgan's suspicions of her partner answering this often. Still, it was interesting. Morgan tried to imagine how the world might appear for Ariana. She came up short, though. The way she fought in this world was nothing short of impressive. "That's pretty awesome. You must have worked hard to get where you are now, but honestly you seem like a natural to me." The blonde offered casual compliment, leaning forward to rest her elbows against her knees. She chuckled at her partner's stairs comment, not meaning to let it out but she wasn't able to hold in her amusement over the thought. Not so much her falling down the stairs, but such a capable fighter being susceptible to clumsiness.
space"I can't imagine you falling down the stairs. You seem so graceful. Well, while I'm around, I'll try to help you out in that aspect. If that's the worse that happens to you, I think we're in pretty good shape." She half-joked with the other girl. She was serious, though. Morgan noticed that when her white cane hit the bench, Ariana wasn't so much expecting it, so she told herself to be more aware of that. She didn't want to coddle her partner, but if she could help in simple ways, she would. She looked over to the silver haired fighter for a brief moment before looking back at her own hands. Morgan wondered if she could be good enough of a teammate for Ariana. She'd been admittedly insensitive since they met, not to mention Morgan had a tendency to work on her own accord. At the same time, the other girl had the chance to deny their partnership.
space"And I hope you don't blame me for asking, at least its out of the way now, right? If you have any invasive questions, feel free to shoot them off." Morgan chimed, a light chuckle rolling out with her speech. She rested her chin in one of her hands and turned her head to face Ariana. The thought of her seeing the world in such a different way floated across Morgan's mind again. She couldn't wait to see the other girl in action even more. She almost wanted to ask her to spar sometime soon, but decided not to be so forward. They could gradually come to know each other. Besides, they had two other teammates to worry about whenever the initiation process ended. She only hoped their teammates wouldn't be the ones to not finish within the allotted time frame. If so, the pair would have to wait another day until their potential teammates finished the course. Morgan wasn't so patient to be alright with waiting, "I hope the others are as capable as you. I'd hate to be stuck with someone I didn't like." She mused her thoughts openly, looking upon Ariana's face to try and read her expression as they conversed.
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ooc: oh, also! i know she's a celebrity, morgan just hasn't recognized her yet~ she will though c:
Ariana cocked her head when Morgan commented on her ability. Did she really not know? It had been a huge scandal at some point and still was referenced here and there. When she chuckled though, Ariana faced the sound. She was about to ask what she found funny, but, Morgan offered the information without prompt."Well, it's true...unfortunately. It's a bit humiliating after all the effort my father went through to ensure I had the best training. He even went as far as to have a custom scroll made for me and had his Weapon Tech Division develop Lunar Strike for me."
She could tell that Morgan was leaning forward now and, what little of her body language she could detect, showed boredom. Not that she could blame the older girl. They still needed to wait on others before they could progress at all. When she seemed to question the etiquette of asking, she laughed."It's only natural. It's outside what you have experienced. It's human nature to question things they don't individually understand. It would have been much more awkward had you just kept your mouth shut about it. I would have known you had questions the whole time. Besides how can we work as a team if we don't know where one is strong and the other is weak?"
She considered a moment the offer given to her as she continued to pay attention to Morgan's tone and movements, sensing more that she was impatient, or perhaps eager. She could definitely understand that. When Morgan expressed her desire that their other teammates would be comparable to her, she smirked."I doubt many are comparable to me. My situation is...fairly unique. Though, I am a little torn between want them to be a little quicker at piecing things together than you seem to be and not. It's a bit refreshing to have someone not instantly know who I am. I mean no disrespect of course, but, think about what you know about me a moment. Ariana, blind girl, talented fighter, father pressed me to become a strong fighter despite my disability, and he owns a Weapon Tech Manufacturer."
Wearing:Casual Attire complete with black leggings and fuzzy boots!
Items: ❖ Voice activated Scroll ❖ Earpiece for her scroll ❖ Usually a book in braille of some sort ❖ White Cane. When not carrying her weapon at the ready, she's usually using it extended, when she has her weapon at the ready, folded and strapped to her thigh or hanging from either a loop on her clothes or a belt by the hip.
spaceMorgan cocked an eyebrow up at the mention of her father creating tech specific to her. And what was this, "his weapon tech division" talk? Atlas was full of scientists, but they were mostly coming up with and testing theories. The ones actually creating tech were high ups. Was... Ariana someone special? Morgan suddenly felt like a fool for not knowing who she was. Admittedly, she didn't stay up to date on many of Atlas' affairs. Her father tried engaging her in the high-end society, but she blanked out anytime he drolled on about this or that. She was so caught up in thought that she didn't think to respond to that comment. Instead, when Ariana went on to assure Morgan that her asking now was better than withholding her curiosities, the faunus felt a little better about the situation, "That's good to know. Keep being up front, got it." She mused. Ariana was a genuine person and came across as incredibly non-judgmental. That was something Morgan needed, honestly. Morgan's rather crass attitude didn't attract her many friends. If Ariana could put up with her blunt demeanor, which it appeared Ariana possessed as well, they would get along well in the following years.
spaceSeeing Ariana smirk brought a similar expression from Morgan, then she spoke of her potential desires from their teammates. She couldn't say she disagreed. "I think we'd be well off with a defender or guard. Another shield could be helpful." She added onto the conversation, mulling over the thought in her mind. Someone with a spear might be appropriate, and a tank with another shield perhaps. Looking at their current team dynamic, the pair had range, but they would need a few more aspects filled to make a strong team. When her silver haired partner continued on, Morgan found herself sitting up some, a confused look crossing her face. She listened to the word bank offered to her. When Ariana mentioned "weapon tech manufacturer" again, the realization hit Morgan like a ton of bricks. Her body language didn't come across as surprised, besides her sitting up again, but her mind was racing. Was this the daughter of the owner of Sterling Enterprises? That was a name she remembered hearing from her father. She could block him out as much as she wanted, but he talked so heavily about Jett Sterling and the strives he was making, the name was practically stuck in her subconscious.
space"Aw damn," fell from her lips rather plainly, "no disrespect taken. So, you're Jett Sterling's youngest daughter, huh? Never thought I would get the chance to meet you, but I'm sure you get that a lot. My old man mostly kept up with your story. He thinks pretty highly of your dad, I guess." Despite her even tone, Morgan was a little shocked. She thought the other girl was only sixteen, and while early admissions weren't unheard of, Atlas made a habit of sticking to its strict set of rules. She let out a little laugh through her nose, puffing out the bandanna around her face a bit, "You should have seen how long it took me to realize who ya were. Coulda made a game out of that. I'm not one to keep up with the news, so you'll have to forgive me again, it seems." She joked at her own expense, a teasing tone falling from her lips.
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Ariana had patiently sat through the thoughts of Morgan, having even smiled when she brought up her understanding to ask questions when she had them. She had to admit, it was certainly refreshing to have someone to talk to who wasn't pretentious or spoke as if she didn't understand something. The consideration over potential benefits to their team composition amused her as well, and she brought up the potential benefit of someone who could control the field by transitioning evenly between ranged and melee. But, soon enough, she could sense her sit upright and stiffen ever so slightly. At the reaction, she simply laughed.
"Yeah. Ariana Sterling. And it's not like I'm some divine being or anything. I'm just a normal person whose father just happened to have a sound business plan, got lucky, and knew how to capitalize on it. And your father would be one of the few. The media tore into my dad for 'Forcing his disabled and fragile daughter into a barbaric practice of competitive fighting' I think is how they worded it."She cocked her head at the sound of her laughing in an almost scoff-like method. When Morgan made herself the butt of a joke and said she should have paced it out, Ariana shrugged."Eh, it would have been short-lived. Eventually, someone would have actually paid attention and called me out on it. I'm just surprised it hasn't happened yet. But, yeah, Dad thought I was ready for training, so, he arranged for me to be admitted early. He probably didn't have to offer money for it either. He's got several research and development contract with the military so, they probably just did it as a favor or something. So, now you know a bit about me. How about you?"
Wearing:Casual Attire complete with black leggings and fuzzy boots!
Items: ❖ Voice activated Scroll ❖ Earpiece for her scroll ❖ Usually a book in braille of some sort ❖ White Cane. When not carrying her weapon at the ready, she's usually using it extended, when she has her weapon at the ready, folded and strapped to her thigh or hanging from either a loop on her clothes or a belt by the hip.
spaceAriana laughed at Morgan's reaction and continued on to tell her story, catching Morgan up on what the media reported on. The blonde looked on with interest, shifting every so slightly to face Ariana more as she spoke. From the sound of things, her father wasn't a very well-liked public figure, and she could understand why her father liked him. "I can see how the media would eat that up. I think that's why I try to ignore it. Hearing that, though, I can imagine my old man and yours having coffee or something. He's the reason I'm here, too, actually. It wasn't really my decision. I guess dads in Atlas like to force ideals on their kids, huh?" While their situations weren't terribly comparable, there was a sliver of connection there, at least. The marksman found herself wondering how Ariana felt about her father and if she ever felt forced. That was a question for another day, though, and Morgan simply chose to add on to her previous comment, "Regardless of what the media says, you're clearly a capable fighter. I'm curious, though, on what you'll do after you're done here." Honestly, all Morgan knew was that after she graduating, she was leaving. To do? She wasn't sure. To where? She was even less sure. One thing was for sure: she would not be joining Atlas' military.
spaceAriana went on to speak about being admitted to Atlas a year early, and it wasn't much of a shock on the "how did it happen?" question she had. Science was an important value in Atlas, and scientists were even more valuable, "I'm a little surprised, too, especially with how studious everyone here is. I guess me recognizing you was a little underwhelming. I can act more surprised if you want." She teased lightly, not actually believing that Ariana cared about the recognition. At her teammate's prompt to speak about herself, though, Morgan cocked an eyebrow up and leaned back some, thinking on what to say.
space"Well, lets see. My old man is a high rank in the military, I stopped paying attention to which a long time ago. My mom is a huntress and so's my older sister. I guess fighting is in my DNA or something. The old man wants me to join up, too, but I... just can't lose my freedom like that. I dunno," she paused for a beat, gathering what she wanted to say, "the military just isn't for me. Besides, faunus still aren't treated to kindly around here, especially when they hide their faces." She pulled down her mask so she could be heard easier and knocked her teeth together lightly so Ariana could hear that there were four thinner, hollow ones. With her mask off, there was a more apparent slur to her speech, but it wasn't noticeable unless one's ears were trained to listen. "These fill with venom, and I'm not too keen on sharing. I worry that the military will want to utilize me for that. Might be a weird fear, but still." The blonde shrugged and secured the mask back to her face, retying it in the back so it sat comfortably there.
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Ariana nodded along with what Morgan said, smirking a little at the insinuation that her father wasn't well-liked and that their fathers might get along. As Morgan complimented her again, a light, almost imperceptible dusting of a blush crossed her cheeks. Fortunately, she was given to opportunity to distract by answering her question."Honestly? Probably return home for a bit. You know, just, relax, enjoy some of the things I can..."She began to drift off into a semi-daydream and just let her mouth run without thought."...Indulge in some of my favorite foods, maybe return to sculpting and playing the piano. I might even go on to actually be a huntress...though, I'd like to meet a nice girl to settle down with fir- N-Nevermind. I-I zoned out there."She offered a little chuckle at the joke Morgan made as her blush deepened at her slip of the tongue.
She listened to Morgan recite a very blase rhetoric of her life so far. But, it sounded as though she wasn't too fond of her father, though, she got the feeling it was more of an exhaustion towards him trying to get her to follow in his steps than she actually disliked him. She then brought up faunus and Ariana straightened slightly, a little confused. She then heard some hollow clicking as she could actually sense a very slight change in Morgan's profile outline. She then explained that the fangs, or what Ariana guessed were fangs from the profile change and context, filled with venom. It seemed she was concerned that she might be persecuted or used and Ariana could understand that.
"Well, I can't say my relationship with my father is that strained. I can't really offer anything other than to keep an open mind, maybe discuss it, but, I don't know how strained things are between you two and don't know your father so, I can't really press that point. But, my father was strict and demanded more from me than most anyone ever would. But, I really am grateful to him for it. If he had treated me like everyone would expect, I'd be escorted around, fed by an attendant, and have to have a chaperone every time I needed to go to the bathroom. I'd be completely dependent on those around me. Yes, there were times I wanted to scream at him, hit him, even cry, but, he cares about me and he didn't want to sit by and watch me need to have everything done for me, so, he went against what society said was normal to make sure I had some independence. I likely won't have a great deal of it, but, I'm here without an aide breathing down my neck and insisting on carrying me so I don't stub my toe or fall over. But, if you haven't tried talking to him about why he wants it, you may never know and it might be a little different than what you assume. All I'm saying is to consider it."
Wearing:Casual Attire complete with black leggings and fuzzy boots!
Items: ❖ Voice activated Scroll ❖ Earpiece for her scroll ❖ Usually a book in braille of some sort ❖ White Cane. When not carrying her weapon at the ready, she's usually using it extended, when she has her weapon at the ready, folded and strapped to her thigh or hanging from either a loop on her clothes or a belt by the hip.
spaceMorgan had been securing her bandanna when Adriana started speaking again, commenting on her goals after graduation. When she said "I can..." and trailed off, the blonde turned her head back to look at her partner. She was honestly intrigued in the girl's answer. What else did someone want when they were at the whims of another? Though, when she mentioned settling down with another girl, Morgan's eyebrow perked up. A smirk formed on her face. It wasn't like the comment was a big deal but... well, Ariana was cute. It was just a nice little piece of information to know. "No need to apologize, you were just answering my question." Ariana's light laughter combined with the blush tinging her cheeks, Morgan found the other cute. Though, not as cute as she was taking out creatures of Grimm, naturally. Morgan grinned and turned to face the girl more, bending her leg up onto the bench in between them.
space"Sounds like we want the same thing. Freedom to do whatever we want. I hope you get to do all, that I really do. As for me, I'm leaving this continent. I'm not the instrumental or artistic type, but... I want to live for myself." She added onto the conversation. It was a little relieving having someone to tell all of this too. Up until now, Morgan had kept her mouth shut and stayed to the sidelines. It wasn't her plan to come here and make friends, but she never expected her partner or potential teammates to be so relatable, at least on this level. At least, for now, they got along alright. Morgan was especially appreciative for Ariana's honesty; it was a quality the faunus valued. Morgan hardly knew the other girl, but she felt incredibly protective over her already. It wasn't often one met naturally good natured people; Morgan was all but caught in her teammate's gravity. Ariana then began to speak of her own father and their relationship, not sure if it was comparable to Morgan's, but offering a different perspective on the topic.
spaceA small smile came to the blonde's face as she watched Ariana speaking with fairness and dignity. For a split second, Morgan imagined Ariana as the team's leader, but the thought fluttered away when the silver haired girl suggested at least considering her old man's side. "I appreciate the thought, but, its not like that with him." She spoke coolly, as if she'd already recited her decision ten times over, "At first, when he started training me, I did everything he wanted. I even enjoyed it. But, once I started making my own choices, he changed. It was different. We've had the same conversation more than once. I know his side and I know what he wants. If you want me to be honest, I could care less about it. If that's selfish, that's fine." Her voice was rather deadpan in comparison to the subject at hand, but that was just how Morgan was. Rather than get emotional over the subject, she could easily disconnect herself from it. She was who she was, and she wasn't ashamed of that. She cast her gaze back to Ariana, adding on, "Its very sweet of you to try and delegate, though." Silently, Morgan hoped that she hadn't come across as rude or brash.
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Ariana had heard an amused lilt to Morgan's voice when she dismissed the apology. She 'watched' her shift position, though, from her angle, she couldn't tell exactly how she'd situated herself. The following assessment of their general desires seemed rather appropriate and she nodded along with them. Though, the revelation that she wanted to leave Atlas caught her off guard. Perhaps she disliked her father more than Adriana thought. And it certainly seemed that way when Morgan regaled her with how her father was and their interactions. At least it didn't seem like she hated him, just that she didn't trust him to give up on trying to get his way and was tired of dealing with it, even to the pint of general irritation.
"Well, as I said, I didn't know the situation between you two or what he was like, let alone whether you talked it out previously, so, it was simply a suggestion. But, you are your own person and you've probably made friends in Atlas, even if you might not think of them immediately, or think of them as acquaintances. It is, of course, your decision and life, but, consider that at least before deciding to leave to get away from your father. Family is important, whether you get along now or not. He may mellow with time so, don't burn bridges."
She paused for a long moment, aiming her head to the sky as a strand of her shoulder-length silver hair fell from under her hat and swayed gently in the breeze. "About that comment earlier. Settling down with a girl? Honestly...I let that slip. In the higher 'echelon' of society, it's kinda a fopaux to admit to homosexual interest, so, I'd appreciate it if you just...kept it between us? And, at least I can't be a perv of a lesbian right? No need to worry about a blind girl peeking."As she switched topics, she was turning a bright red in the cheeks. Clearly, this wasn't a topic she discussed much, if at all.
Wearing:Casual Attire complete with black leggings and fuzzy boots!
Items: ❖ Voice activated Scroll ❖ Earpiece for her scroll ❖ Usually a book in braille of some sort ❖ White Cane. When not carrying her weapon at the ready, she's usually using it extended, when she has her weapon at the ready, folded and strapped to her thigh or hanging from either a loop on her clothes or a belt by the hip.
spaceMorgan listened intently to Ariana's words, though she didn't agree too much with the sentiment. No matter what, her mind was set on leaving Atlas. She could at least acknowledge her partner's forethought and insight. There was no reason not to return one day, when she was an established Huntress, so she could show her father what she was capable of on her own. And who knows? Maybe she will make some friends that she cares about. Another light snort from her nose, and Morgan regarded Ariana, "I won't burn any bridges, I can at least promise you that, since you're so adamant about it. Its kinda endearing, you know?" Morgan teased her a bit again. She was testing the waters, so to speak, unsure of how comfortable Ariana was with her already. The marksman didn't have much of a problem "getting to know people," she just never saw a reason to make the effort. That had changed now. Ariana was her teammate so the effort was necessary. Besides, she couldn't say she wasn't interested or engaged. Her teammate had a rather fascinating story to offer.
spaceIt was sort of a blessing in disguise; luck of the draw. She could have been paired with any run of the mill, way-too-intense Atlesian elite jug-head, but she happened across Ariana. Morgan got a partner with character, not pre-dated fallacies of what a fighter should be. A comfortable silence fell on the two for a pause. Morgan never took her eyes off the other girl, watching her take in the warmth from the sun on her face, resisting the urge to push back that strand of fallen hair. She was almost like a statue. Poised, elegant. The pause was broken when Ariana began speaking softly, but still matter-of-factly, as Morgan noticed she was apt to do. A small smile stayed present on the blonde's face as she watched the other's cheeks redden the more she spoke.
space"You don't have to worry about that, your secret is safe with me." she assured her, understanding why Ariana was weary. Morgan wasn't one to speak on behalf of herself, much less others, "Well, you're missing out, non-perv. There's some nice looking girls here. I'm not too hard to look at, myself. Wouldn't catch me complaining if you could sneak a peek." Another tease, and Morgan let out a light chuckle. Her voice was just loud enough for Ariana to hear. There weren't many other students walking by in any case, but she could tell this was a touchy subject for her teammate. Morgan scanned the girl's face as she continued facing the sun, her cheeks trying to mimic the star's own color. Morgan let out another chuckle as she added on, "Not that looks matter, ya know. You've already gotten a peek at my fighting style, and my past. That's the important stuff, how a person works. You'll find someone that resonates with you. it's only a matter of time." As for herself, Morgan honestly didn't see herself settling down. She found people didn't take well to her shortness and rather brash approach to things, and they preferred not to be around her. Not that she minded. That mindset has stuck with her though, and its was hard imagining herself in a life like her parent's.
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ooc: wowie sorry i took forever<3 and let me know if morgan is being too teasy and flirty! i can dial it back c;
When Morgan replied, Ariana scoffed and looked up at the sky with a bemused smirk on her face."I'd roll my eyes if I could. Anyone tell you it's rude to tease the disabled?" Despite her words, she had a teasing tone to her words and a bigger grin on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she had interacted normally with someone like this. It was a breath of fresh air to her. Enough that she'd forgotten about her usual insecurity about her eyes and only just now thought to will her eyelids closed, not entirely certain if they were open. For a moment, they sat there, relaxing until Morgan spoke again.
When Morgan assured her she had no reason to worry and then teased her, her face deepened in hue a bit."I can...well...sort of look...though...it requires me to feel the person. And, I'm sure there are plenty and that you are, but, I wouldn't want to be as forward as walking up to anyone and saying 'Hey, let me touch your face...and the rest of you'. It sounds a bit creepy when you do that."She listened to Morgan expand on a more sincere tangent, agreeing to a degree herself."Well, appearance does matter. To a degree. How someone dresses, how well they groom and clean themselves, for the most part, tell you many things. Wealth, status, and attitude of course. But, how sincere they are, devotion, habits, and desire for a partner even.
I know that might seem strange coming from someone who can't see. But, I have experienced what other people wear and how they wear it. My father prefers wearing soft, but heavy suits that he keeps wrinkle free. He prefers them with larger buttons and only one or two external pockets. Clean shaven and cropped hair, wearing glasses only when needed. He's actually very affectionate of his family, but, he can be strict. He's punctual and professional, but, not without compassion. Strong-willed and direct, he prefers to mitigate smaller distractions and stay organized, keeping his business life and family life separated. It does amaze me how often those who can see tend to not see this much, the correlation between personality and appearance.
Wearing:Casual Attire complete with black leggings and fuzzy boots!
Items: ❖ Voice activated Scroll ❖ Earpiece for her scroll ❖ Usually a book in braille of some sort ❖ White Cane. When not carrying her weapon at the ready, she's usually using it extended, when she has her weapon at the ready, folded and strapped to her thigh or hanging from either a loop on her clothes or a belt by the hip.
spaceMorgan chuckled at Ariana's own teasing, smiling over the grin on the other girl's face. She was glad nothing she said made Ariana uncomfortable, "Wouldn't it be rude if I gave you special treatment, and didn't tease you?" She questioned playfully. Morgan almost said that her blindness didn't make her disabled, but was unsure if the sentiment was insensitive or not. Ariana was a better fighter than many Morgan had come across in her life of training, was the thing. There were surely downfalls to her blindness, but between tripping downstairs from time to time, or getting mauled by an Ursa? She knew which one she would choose. Her attitude stayed rather nonchalant as they chimed back and forth, their conversation comfortable and light. Morgan was happy with this outcome. She couldn't picture anyone else sitting across from her right now. Like, that tall viking with dual axes, or the fox faunus with snowy white hair. What kind of conversation would they have been having right now?
spaceA chuckle rumbled from Morgan's chest when Ariana's blush deepened. She really was a cute girl. Her eyes now closed, Ariana responded to Morgan with another explanation. Feel the person? The blonde listened on curiously and had the urge to offer up her own face, but the urge was pushed down with the silver haired girl's next response. Morgan could agree to an extent, mostly in the "personal hygiene" department. As her partner went on a tangent, losing herself in her explanation, clearly deeply seeded in her memories, Morgan simply looked on with an intrigued expression. The sincerity in the other's voice was compelling. She could tell all that about a person without her sight? Well, Morgan supposed Ariana had to adapt in some manner or another, but her skills were certainly nothing short of impressive.
space"Well, then, why don't you get to know me?" she started, voice peaked with curiosity. The marksman stood and pivoted, moving to squat down in front of Ariana, "May I?" The blonde reached her hands out and slid them gingerly under Ariana's, lifting the girl's hands to her own face, letting them go when she started moving on her own. The blonde reached a hand back and untied her bandanna, letting it fall slack around her neck. She kept her mouth shut tight and kept her eyes open, locked onto Ariana's closed ones.
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◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ » Ariana Sterling « ◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ » « ◈ Ariana snickered a bit at the reply about how she should be treated."Absolutely not. Everyone else does it. That's how manners work right? Like, if the majority of people leapt into a lake for bumping into someone, that becomes the polite thing to do."She flashed her a grin once more. At the invitation to feel Morgan though, her grin faded and her blush deepened. But, before her brain could process what was happening, she absently nodded. She soon felt Morgan's soft skin under her fingers. It was easily apparent that her hands were on either side of her face, and she avoided placing her palms against her skin, her fingertips gliding over her face with a feather-light touch.
As she explored, she spoke softly about what she felt and her assessments. ."Your skin is barren...little or no makeup, you feel no need to dress yourself up for others. Tight jawline, you often repress yourself...or this makes you almost as nervous as me. Studded earlobes with multiple other piercings. You normally distance yourself from others...either consciously or by habit. Short hair, not conditioned, but, clean. You care enough about your appearance to make an effort to be clean at least, but, you don't want to spend much time on it. You'd rather not have time to just sit around and think? You prefer being active in your interests. Relaxed skin around the eyes. You don't often express emotions. Tightly closed mouth, you are obviously contentious of your fangs and what they could do...but to the point you wish to avoid me touching them entirely. You are anxious about how others might take you being faunus, or perhaps, more specifically, your fangs themselves. A...cloth about the neck? Presumably a bandana from the thinness of it. To hide your fangs, you do not like others paying attention to them?"
From there, he hands moved down, though, she actively avoided her chest out of consideration."A hoodie? You enjoy the comfort you find in it, and find it enough to keep you warm enough while the loose fit mean you won't draw attention. You generally avoid drawing attention. I felt gloves when you took my hands, you generally don't engage in physical contact casually. Pouched belt, thin, leather. You like to move light, and keep your equipment in good shape, valuing efficiency. O-Oh...s-sorry. I wasn't expecting such short...well...shorts...Ahem...Y-you are comfortable with your legs, perhaps even considering them some of your better assets? A thigh holster with handgun and strapped sheath of a knife. You are careful in nature, liking to have multiple fall back plans in the event one goes wrong."
The entire time her hands had moved over her, Ariana had only used her fingertips. She sat back a bit and folded her hands in her lap. "You're a fairly reserved person, having learned the best way you could find to deal with unwanted issues was to distance yourself. You are comfortable with the type of person you are, but, are a little self-conscious of what others might think about particular aspects of yourself, though, you don't dwell on them and simply move forward. You're normally not expressive and tend to make yourself uncomfortable to approach, but, you are rational and thoughtful, so, when it serves some purpose, you will engage someone, though, you try to be relatively distant about it. Very rarely do you ever voluntarily make physical contact with someone or express your feelings. You are not quite anti-social, but, you see no point in being social unless there is a logical reason to make the effort and have either few or no close ties to others. You generally prefer solitude, proud, but not vain." She simply sat there, a little nervous as she waited for Morgan's reaction.
Wearing:Casual Attire complete with black leggings and fuzzy boots!
Items: ❖ Voice activated Scroll ❖ Earpiece for her scroll ❖ Usually a book in braille of some sort ❖ White Cane. When not carrying her weapon at the ready, she's usually using it extended, when she has her weapon at the ready, folded and strapped to her thigh or hanging from either a loop on her clothes or a belt by the hip.
