He'd clear his throat a bit trying to feel out his personality, though his words weren't in the most kinder tone, he seemed sincere in his voice. The young man looked up at Monte once more. His hand would leave his sleeve while his mouth let out a slightly a slightly nervous chuckle. "Well it is true, no one has had gull, or sincerity enough to approach me." He'd reply to his first comment, thinking that he may have been unapproachable in some aspects. He'd watch the nervous demeanor of the young man before he was asked of his origin before name. He'd shake his head a bit before replying. "I am not, My homeland is Mistral." His words were fully spoken before a hand slammed onto his back. The pain radiated not expecting it, and the force behind it. His eyes seemed to shutter as he stood shook. The shout and the greeting got him a bit disoriented. The lad's eyes would spin as he rubbed his back and turned to see the person who did it. He would be at the chin of a horse Faunus. It seemed his presence attracted more people than usual, or maybe it was the disappearing lad beside him. He would see her talk about the spikey hair of the boy with the hat as he stepped back a small Incline. The young man was nervous, and rather odd. Not too bad for a first meet, though as they were getting introductions out of the way, another join their circle.
A boy with a more positive disposition. He looked as the first one he noticed was the Faunus girl. He would try to inhale and exhale slowly. His hands return to the sleeves feeling that the people around were a bit much for him to casual be around, though his calm smile set in, he tried to let it hide his nervousness. His bottom would sit down on the fountain once more. He would try to keep his mouth shut and his head would nod in a greeting, though not much to keep his disposition in check.
xxxMaron had not expected this particular reaction from the carrot top, maybe he's a shy type? His reaction was endearing though, regardless of the terror the poor guy may have had to endure from Maron's surprise greeting. The faunus giggled and awed in adoration of the shy lad. "D'aww, now you're like a lil' tomato, so cute!" She said, flicking her wrist at the green-haired male. "You are such a sweetie, thank you! May I have your name?" She asked, cooing at the endearing human.
Maron didn't forget about the young man with the blue hair however, who she had addressed soon after giving her attention to the green-haired one. "And what's your name, hm?" She asked, placing her hand son her hips and grinning. "You're one of those pretty guys, you know, the kind to win all the ladies I bet! Droppin' it like it's hot, yeah?" Before Maron could continue her conversation with her new "friends," a young man who she has never met before, introduced himself in a rather unconventional manner. "Faunus, yeah... It was bound to happen." Instead of taking the young man's.
Maron turned towards the young man, glaring at him momentarily before her face lightened up, as if forgiving. "I'm doin' pretty well, human!" The woman responded, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "Human, this is carrot top, and pretty boy, don't be shy now," the woman gestured to her other two peers respectively. "Say 'Hay' guys! Ahaha!"
Cecil noticed that the other two men seemed more interested in talking to eachother and the horse faunus, causing him to sight before he looked up to the woman before him. He looked to see her glaring at him as he tilted his head before she lightened up to respond to him. He nodded as she called him human before he made a sound when she brought her arm over his shoulder. He tilted his head as she introduced the two beings before him as Carrot Top and Pretty boy. He moved a hand from his book to wave at the two before he soon said, "Greetings Carrot Top and Pretty boy." He stated, bluntly using that as their name instead of asking their names first. "My name is Cecil Roydon." He told the trio, introducing himself while looking at the three of them, slowly trying to get out of the horse's grasp. "What are all three of your names?"
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✧Monte's heart could barely handle the wink or the complement he had received from the girl, let alone being called cute! His little sister and adoptive mother had called him cute many times and not once did he ever feel effected by that word as he did now. Was it because this girl was not a family member? That was likely the case and frankly it didn't help calm down Monte. He didn't necessarily hate this intense feeling and the warmth of his cheeks, but his unfamiliarity with it made things awkward for Monte. The teal color male stayed behind the bench, watching from afar nervously as he was still recovering from the onslaught of what he believed were flirtatious actions done by his peer. It appeared that Maron and the other boy knew one another, based on the fact they were calling one another by race, at least that's what Monte believed.
The young man didn't exactly care for being called carrot top...Sure his hair color was close to green and it was rather spiky but that didn't make him a carrot! However her little pun was rather adorable, so that redeemed the comparison quite a bit. "...Hay...." He'd say quietly and coldly, remaining behind the bench, stilling waiting to calm down. Monte was thankful Cecil appeared as though he wasn't going to stick with the nicknames Maron had given Monte and Qing. "Monte Castello...." Monte was tad happy he could say his name to some of his peers, hopefully they'd learn his name and that they could all become friends!
Ivory was walking towards the Academy. It was going to be his first year here. The somewhat petite man was dressed in a black suit, with a grey undershirt. He had a tie on that was white. His white hair with spots in it was sitting messily on his head. He hated that his hair never behaved. Coming from his back, was a long, white fluffy tail, with grey and white spotted fur.
He saw that there was a group already gathering, however he didn't really want to join in that. It was already stressful that he was beginning at the school, never mind meeting people. He saw another faunus. Wow, there were people like him here too. He had heard that the head master was a swan faunus. Man, things would be interesting at this school.
He watched as the boy he now knew as Monte seemed to turn a bright red. The flow of compliments must've gotten to him alot sooner than the words that he spoke. His eyes watched his motions as he backed up a bit and Qing put a hand to his hip. His mouth let out a light chuckle at the boy's reaction though as he was adressed his eyes went to her, feeling a bit inadiquet, atleast as height was concerned. His head tilted a bit to get a glimpse of her, hearing her ask his name. The boy's hands remained in his silk as his head bowed a bit. He was called a pretty boy. He'd then look up to her as he blinked with his contrasting light eyes. Him, a pretty boy? He'd shake his head a bit as he moved a hand from his own cloak and to his lips as he closed his eyes and chuckled. "Miss Maron, I doubt I'd be one to turn heads." His reply moved his fingers from his mouth to his scar as his eyes opened and his smile remained.
His head would then look to the one she put her hand over. She was very friendly, and ooutgoing, which was an odd combination outside of books in this young man's mind. Qing's eyes would stare to the boy for a bit as he looked him up and down. His eyes tracing his hand to his face before nodding his head, hearing names passed around. His hands would return to his sleeves as he gave a light sigh before moving a few of his bangs from his face to the side of his ear. "Qīng Lóng." He'd state as he slowly knelt down and picked up his case's strap and put it over his shoulder so that it would hang over his back. His hand would slowly pull the sack closed that he grabbed his beverage from before looking back to them. "It's a pleasure to meet people my age from this Kingdom. It's, an experience." He'd say to them while giving his calm smile and bowing once more.
Lunia Alexandria Yatomura "I'll make you all proud of me one day.."
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Lunia realised her examination of him must have come across rather strange, she diverted her gaze to the other people in the room to give Jazz a break from her gaze. As soon as she heard the Aidou family name being mentioned a spark of excitement took over Lunia, she gasped loudly and pressed her hands together, containing the urge to just hug him. "The Aidou family?! That's wonderful, how is Rose? She must be about 16 now right? we used to love playing together for hours. Oh how I hated leaving that household, I would hide with Beryl when it was time to leave and my father would get so mad, I would have stayed with them forever!" Lunia was so glad to have met a strong connection to her past, she was going through so many thoughts and questions in her head. However, she stopped herself suddenly after her outburst, and was filled with guilt. Here she was talking about spending wonderful times with the Aidou family and he grew up a butler for them, she felt guilty that while she was having fun he probably had work to do and worried that he might not have had such an enriched childhood. Although the rigorous training the Yatomura family were put through was no walk in the park.
"Sorry Jazz, I got carried away there!" she said sheepishly, thinking back to the last time she was at the Aidou household. She remembered being small enough with Rose to ride on her brother Keaton's back, and her older sister Mia was applying for Beacon early due to her being the golden child of the family, her young brother Shin was 14 now, and then it came back to her why she hadn't been back in over 2 years - Keaton's murder. Lunia gulped and looked around, she couldn't focus but it was very evident that her mind was racing, it all happened very quickly.
"So, Jazz " she said, focusing back on him. "I need to stop being so rude, this man is being so lovely to me!" she thought, pulling herself together. "What brings you to Beacon?" she asked.
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NAME >>> Jazz Myers LOCATION >>> Ḅeacộn Âcademy - Ţhe Ćourtyąrd COMPANY >>> Lunia & Other Students EMOTION >>> Excited MISSION >>> None (make friends)
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The rush of questions took Jazz back a second, it only took a second for him to regain his composure. This is more like the Lunia I know, always so cheerful. I was worried when I heard what happened to Keaton she may have changed significantly. I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted that. As soon as the questions began they stopped, it appeared that Lunia felt she had gone on too long. It's quite alright Miss Lunia. I'm sure you have pleanty of questions left unsaid. As for Miss Rose, she is doing well. She continues to show quick thinking, I doubt it will be long until she is an important piece in discussions with other families. I'm sure she would want me to let you know how impressed she is that you've made it to Beacon.
Taking a moment he recalled the hijinks that occured whenever the Yatomuras had to leave. Yes I remember being the one that "helped" search for you both. Although I tended to extend that search as much as I could. It was nice to see that she really had enjoyed the visiting and had formed great memories of the mansion. Jazz noticed that something was on Lunias mind before she asked one final question. Hmm.. How to answer this. She believes I'm nothing more than a butler, so I shoud probably try and stick to that. Putting on a slightly serious face Jazz responded. I thought it would be best if I broadened my arsenal of skills. I've overheard Mr. Aidou say that the Grimm have reportedly been growing stronger.
Wanting to skip past this as quickly as possible he attempted to get her to think of something else. How are the young Yatomuras holding up? Well, I suppose they're not so young anymore. Last I heard Mia had joined Beacon, or am I mistaken? He smiled as he asked this, hoping it wouldn't bring up the unfortunate topic. Perhaps we should continue this conversation inside the Gymnasium.
xxxMaron's grin had grown significantly as everyone else gave their proper names, finally ending the name train with her own first and last name. "Maron J. Stallius, pleasure to meet you, dude," the woman chirped, removing her arm from the man's shoulder and once again resuming her relaxed position; her hands rested on her hips as her body tilted ever so slightly to the right. She wasn't sure what else to say, she didn't even have an appropriate pun for the end of introductions; luckily, Qing had pipped up something about his own kingdom, piquing Maron's interest.
"Oh yeah? Where yah from? And also," Maron pointed at her own eye, "Totally irrelevant, you are a babe magnet, man! Regardless of scars," she noted, "hell, if anything- it makes you look badass, don't be so modest Qing! Everyone's drop dead gorgeous in this school, from you, to Monte, to Cecil!"Maron knew that for certain, that's the rule of anime-based roleplays, everyone had to be pretty. Besides, having been bullied herself in the past, Maron wanted to make sure that everyone felt as self-confident as possible. No one deserved to fell less than perfect.
A little bit into conversation, Maron had caught glimpse of a pair of ears and a tail; her eyes lit up in excitement in relief as she saw another faunus in the area. Thank goodness, she wouldn't have to be the token character! Maybe they were shy, some faunus were like that, and Maron respected like. So, the girl gave two finger pistols at the faunus, winking at their direction. This mad her day, she didn't feel as lonely as before, despite her mannerism and expressions saying otherwise. "Aight, no horsin' around, where yah from 'King?'"
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{[Cecil Roydon]}
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Cecil listened as they each introduced themselves with their own flair as he just simply watched, his head tilting every which way to listen as he found the situation.... pleasant to say the least. Once Maron had introduced himself he nodded his head and spoke, "Now we won't have to stick to such poorly made nicknames." He stated before looking to the blue-haired man as he spoke, an eyebrow raised as he heard Maron girl called him King. "A king? Why would a king be here in Beacon instead of managing his kingdom like he should?" He asked before backing away a tad from Maron as she seemed to be speaking next to complete nonsense about looking badass and drop dead gorgeous. His face had a light blush before he soon said, "The concept of badass would be better done in a persons actions instead of looks like the huntsman of this book." He responded, moving his arms a bit to make is book shift. "But if all of us were to be drop dead gorgeous.... then how can we be alive?"
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"Mhmm! I love the smell of fresh sakura trees in the spring!"Aurtrox said as he exited the air ship with a stretch. A new life was about to begin for every individual student gathered at Beacon Academy. They would all go through training much harsher than they could ever imagine. Of course, Aurtrox didn't want them to think about this just yet. The first few weeks were about making friends and taking introductory classes. Mainly to weed out those who were above their current status in brainf power and physical prowess. Aurtrox found that he was particularly good at this. Weeding out the weak from the strong was one of his favorite things. He probably did it with a few too many casualties, but he also did it quicker than anyone else due to that same fault. Aurtrox had finally arrived to the courtyard. It was an beautiful as ever. It was his home after all. He stopped as the edge of it though. He could see numerous students gathered near the fountain. What a pain. He had to find a way to get to the gymnasium without being seen. The last thing he wanted to do was answer questions about what classes he'd be teaching, or if he knew their older brother or sister, or mother or father. Children were always so self conceited. They had skills, there was no denying that, but they also had a compulsive need to brag about them. Aurtrox gave Chikara a side glance. If he could read Aurtrox well he could see that children gave him anxiety. If he was being perfectly honest with himself, that was the reason he disliked kids. He never got along with them when he was a teenager, so he always had anxiety around them. He was now more articulate, and well mannered than most adults, but that did little to abate his anxiety around the younger ones. Though, some of them were no longer teenagers. Many adults were enrolling in the combat schools as the Grimm levels rose. It was only natural. Something Chikara would likely comment on in the near future."Kara. Let's skirt around the outside and hope they don't see us. The last thing I want is people to ask me to show them my wings, or some other trivial thing." He had nearly forgot, but young miss Amélie was with them. He looked at her hoping that she was not offended. not that he would care if she was, he just didn't like to come off as a jerk. He did like some children. Just very few. Aurtrox shrugged the thoughts off and started for the eastern edge of the courtyard. Today would be a great day regardless. A new wave of troops for his army would begin their training.
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✧The Hat adoring young man's heart had finally began to calm down and his face had become less flustered, meaning he could with ease join the group once again. But of course, Maron calling Monte drop dead gorgeous had set the boy's progress back by a whole lot, causing him to sink so far down behind the bench that only his beloved hat was view-able. His face was even redder than before and he could barely utter a sound as his embarrassment was at a all time high. At this point Monte was on his knees and his posture didn't exactly look too great either. Monte occasionally cursed how shy he truly was despite the cold and cool shell he tried to portray. One of these days he'd have to get out of his shell and stop being so shy and introverted, especially if he was going to be a Huntsman. The youngling had remembered something, being flustered certainly not helping with him remembering it. "A-Aren't we supposed to be gathering in the gym?" He'd ask his fellow students, his hiding spot making it look like he was naught but a talking hat. Quickly he had suddenly erased his presence, seemingly blipping out of existence as he rushed off to the gym.
Chikara looked around the courtyard seeing the large crowd of students....Chikara felt irritation "A lot of them would die, I can feel it." Chikara said with a disapproving shake of his head as Aurtrox began to speak once again he looked over to him and with on look he could see it all, The discomfort "Lets go then, It's time for a selection process" Chikara said as he followed Aurtrox to the eastern edge of the large courtyard.
Would see the fluster on the other's faces when Maron blurted her compliment. His mouth merely released a light chuckle as he put his hand to his cheek and looked up to Maron straight on. His eyes closing as he let his light lips widen. "Thank you for the compliment, though beauty is in the eye of the beholder." He'd tell her closing his eyes. "Sometimes it's just how many eyes behold you. I expect you get many, Miss Stallius." He'd finish his statement while his backpack was adjusted finally and his blue eye would open up to look at them. Monte couldn't even speak due to his flustered state though he didn't mind, a slow pat on the arm to try to calm him. The young man's ears would hear the pun as he turned, receiving a nickname from the girl that wasn't Pretty boy. Qing's eyes would then turn to the boy who spoke of an actual king, probably not understanding her play on words. Though his hand would return to his lips allowing the chuckle to slip through. His head then lifted up a bit and his eyes closed. "Mistral. A small village on the boarder is where I lived. Though it seems." He'd look to Monte. "Our friend is correct, we are to gather now." He'd tell the them before turning towards the Gynasium and walking with his case swinging and his bag bouncing.
"With good luck, we'll meet again." The young man's white eye winked to them before continuing towards the gym in order to secure a nice spot. -exit-
Ivory was just minding his business when the horse Faunus, looked at him, and called him King. That wasn't his name at all, but maybe he looked a bit to posh for the school. He went over to them, and looked around. He was pretty short for the group, his tail was going back and forth, in a nervous way.
Ivory's voice was very soft. "I'm from Vale...and my name is Ivory, not King..." He sounded very nervous to be in the group now. He wanted to flee at the moment.
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