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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 7:09 pm
Merixx SO SUPER DUPER SORRY FOR THIS EXTREMELY LATE REPLY. MY LAPTOP WAS WITH MY STEPDAD.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 7:45 pm
 ♦ 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖗 ♦ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 ♦ 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 (Profile)
"Well then miss Indie, it's nice a pleasure to meet you."
after shaking her hand and introductory niceties were out of the way. Ren watched her hand as she pointed to the lines on the music.
"hmm... is all he said for a moment as he stared intently at the sheet. he appeared to be deep in thought.
meanwhile, in his head... ~I have no absolutely clue what I am looking at... give we a weapons blueprint or something... but this?! this is just fancy scribbles to me...~
he was quiet for a few more seconds like this before he responded.
"I must apologize, i have no clue how to read this, but i like the though of drastic key change, maybe you could even make it more drastic and dramatic by having the music soften and fade mid song before the abrupt shift in tone?" Ren didn't really know music, though he did seem to know what he liked in music, and as much as he would like someone of social standing to believe him to be a reliable resource, he did not feel it would be beneficial to lie, even if it did mean slightly tarnishing the first impression.
 OOC: It's cool, i've been keeping myself occupied.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 11:24 pm
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 11:50 pm
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Sports Bra and yoga pants - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 110 minutes Nodding Ulysses smiled to Camilla. "That’s a cute name. And I’m sorry if my radiation effected you. You can kinda see why I need the suit." She waved Camilla off. She looked to the boy, smiling under her helmet and waved. "Hey there. You seem nervous." Seeing other students she gave them a wave as well. "Hello there!" Smiling big under her helmet at them. It was nice to see some people at ease, minus the other boy. "Are you Alright?"8
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 2:42 am
 
"Okay...okay...do I look okay?" There were some breaks in words as the feminine mans eyes and face began to turn a shade of green. He was getting physically ill by the look of things. Jentel always had a purpose, even if it was at his masters detest he'd still serve him and feel like he had a place. Here, at this academy, a place in which he was forced to attend, this thing that his master wanted him to develop, this thing called independence. It made him ill. What sanity was there in declining someone who would serve you without a second thought. It made no sense to him. Was it perhaps him, was he simply not a good enough servant.
Then there, he would see as the girl waved to someone. A look of difficulty, a desire for assistance. An air of regalia. The sick looking boy would place his hands on Ulysses as his eyes gleamed the green in his face changing into something akin to bliss. Making it all the weirder to be touched by him. Though upon being touched Ulysses would feel a sudden weird case of feeling like she'd forgotten something for a second. "Actually yes, I am certainly okay now." Then like living lightening he'd move to the side of Indie and Ren.
"Am I to believe you've trouble in composition. A humble suggestion, do not look at your compositions as but mere lines and bars, see them as extensions of emotion. The term synesthesia comes to mind. Imagine each note as color correlate them with your intentions. The desire of a composer is to instill an intended emotion in their audience. From the score so far I see only melancholy, sadness, or defeat. What is it that you wish to convey? The loss of a loved one or the loss of a battle followed by a triumph come the end of the war." The feminine man withdrew himself, he was becoming overbearing, and the level of useful his information was entirely dependent on what the girl did and didn't know and from his perspective it was likely old news. "Ah, but I'm certain if you've attained this much devoted this much time to composition.. He would look to all that would appear to be unsuccessful pieces. "you already know this and my advice is meaningless..." Jentel's feelings of uselessness returned to him. He seemed to be an incredibly difficult to understand individual as far as first impressions went.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2018 6:32 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2018 12:01 am
♦ 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖗 ♦ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 ♦ 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 (Profile)
~ And suddenly, the rabble gathers again... well at least this time we're not getting shot at... YET.~
Ren stabbed a strip of bacon off the plate and began chewing on it as he observed these new people who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
In reference to Jentel: ~Wow.... Just wow... this guy seems a little intense and starved for attention.~ the sudden likeness of an excited puppy popped into Ren's head. ~ Yeah... something like that i think.~
In reference to Ulysses: ~ IS THAT A ROBOT?! aww, it's someone in a suit, while it appears similar to the security robots from Atlas in design, since it's piloted, it's inner working are probably proprietary... some of the parts seem familiar, maybe from robots or some other sort of machine. though i wonder where you could fit a power source on that thing that could properly power it...~
As Ren finished the strip of bacon, he spoke again.
To Indie: Ren smiled at her while simultaneously pouring more buttery syrup onto his waffle tower and spoke. "im glad my limited knowledge and insight could be beneficial to you, I hope to listen to your song when you're ready for someone to hear it.
Since he had not been addressed by the others who had come to his table, he made an executive decision to not talk to them yet, as his waffles were soon to reach the critical point of syrup absorption and must be eaten before they grow soggy.
so with that, Ren once again began to eat his food in the same hurried yet reserved manner as before.
OOC: Didn't mention anything about Cammi since i assumed she left before Ren took any notice of her because waffles..
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2018 9:09 am
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Armor - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 110 minutes Looking to the boy who touched her armor she blinked, the odd sensation that she was forgetting something, though every was in order. Shaking the thought off she looked to Indie. "Ulysses, Ulysses Watkins. And yes it’s a boys name, dad always wanted son but got me instead." She looked to Ren and could see the gears turning as if he was trying to figure something out about her armor. "I’m the power source." Moving closer she opened a panel on the chest to show a radiation reader, the needle showing radioactive. "Perfectly safe. Part of it has a layer of led to keep radiation at safe level." Nodding in the suit abit. "The food here is good, hardy helpings."10
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2018 4:48 pm
The feminine man that smelled of lavender and lilac with ambiguous wispy tones in his voice that had only just calmed from his desperate 'introductory' attempt at being 'useful' seemed taken aback by the composers claim of redundancy. Taken aback only in the fact that redundancy in itself he believed to be useless thus it was only an attempt he believed to spare whatever feelings he had. Before he'd respond he'd bring his hand up to his forehead. In this moment as if flicking away an insect something came out of his head. A light that formed into the shape of a vibrant ball of light. "How rude of me, I am Jentel, Jentel Mohn'ye, although the last name is merely one adopted from my benevolent master."
The ball of light if inspected for the the moment in the palm of his hand would contain what seemed like a recording or film of the awkward event Jentel incurred that had just transpired between the group. Then like with a closing of his hands the ball would vanish into the air as though it were but dust never to be see again. As far as Jentel now knew that event had never occurred. Thus he found himself much more comfortable continuing discussion in a more reserved and dignified manner. Albeit whatever he did to have him suddenly have a major shift in mannerism may have come off as unsettling to those around him.
"Sincerest apologies madame Indie, was I bothering you earlier, seeing as I've forgotten what transpired between us. Perhaps I can make it up to you somehow. Simply speak your desire should you have one and I will comply dutifully." He'd then look to the suited Ulysses with similar expectant eyes. "The same applies for madame Watkins, then gaze shifting to the man the leaning tower of carbohydrates. "This offer extends to you as well monsieur...ah I don't believe I've caught your name." Jentel's presence alone was enough to instill an air of er something...he carried with him an aura of subservience. The way he introduced himself and stating that there was a 'benevolent master' was a red flag of some sort. Either he was a brainwashed slave, socially traumatized, or to what seemed less likely, genuinely grateful to whomever held the title he was bestowing it upon which was actually the truth, he just came of as...strong.
Jentel was constantly uncertain of what to do with himself. He had no sense of direction for himself and thus would make it known to the group that he would tend to whatever it was they needed or desired. Almost eerily so, as if would even agree to tedious or degenerate requests. So willingly did he desire to 'give himself' to someone that normal socialization seemed an impossibility with him. Jentel would then fiddle with one of the many trinkets upon his person awaiting a response from anyone and the males introduction. It wasn't just himself that was strange but the way he dressed was unfitting of a student or servant and more befitting a soldier or archaeologist. He seemed to avoid eye contact which may have been a benefit as snake like as they were. Suffice to say he seemed genuine but he looked like bad news.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2018 5:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2018 6:46 pm
♦ 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖗 ♦ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 ♦ 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 (Profile)
Ren appeared to be getting somewhat visibly annoyed at his constant meal inturruptions. He set his utensils on the tray and casually stood up before turning to face Jentel. he had a casual smile on his face as he began to spoke. "My name is Renier Cross, and if I was in need of a loyal dog to lick my boots, I'd go to the pet store and get something cute, so excuse me if i want no favors from you, monsieur Poochie." Ren's eyes seemed to show an expression of looking down more and more on Jentel the longer he spoke before turning his gaze towards Ulysses." If i were really curious as to how your amalgamated pile of scrap worked, I'd have asked miss Watkins. though i can feel sympathy for your father even if none had asked for that information either."
His attention finally turned back to Indie.
" and to you miss Indie, i shall simply bid you a good day and wish you luck with your composing."
Ren turned to leave the cafeteria, since he could not eat in peace here, he'd have to find somewhere else. after a few seconds of walking away, he suddenly stopped for a second before turning around and walking hurriedly back to the table and grabbing the tray of food he left behind, making a brief flash of eye contact with each individual still there before turning around once again and hurried walking out of the cafeteria now with tray in hand. he once again stopped and made an abrupt turn and walked back to the table once more, grabbing the bottle of syrup before repeating this process a third and final time, making the same awkward eye contact with everyone at the table before turning around once again and walking towards the cafeteria's exit.
[Exit to... somewhere if no one stops him for whatever reason.]
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2018 7:04 pm
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Armor - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 110 minutes It was clear to Ulysses that Ren was annoyed. ”I would if he was still living a**.” Closing the compartment she looked over at Indie. ”Had to. I some how managed live long enough to figure it all out and escape Atlas within the week. The power converters were the big trick after that it was what systems I wanted. It’s why I have the massive shoulder canon.” She patted the cannon a little. Bobbing her head in thought the suit seal popped and hissed, revealing the young lady inside. ”Yeah, I get asked the name but a lot though so it’s easier to go through the whole thing.” Giving a shrug and closing the suit back up. Taking a few breaths before turning to Jentel. ”I’m good. Don’t really like cashing in favors or using favors either. Moral thing is all.”10
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 12:03 am
"I can tolerate disrespect towards someone as lowly as myself but to offend others so easily is something that I find truly detestable. That is unless there was some positive ulterior motive." Jentel's arm and wrist rose as he watched Ren walk out as a menacing look shadowed his eyes for the moment. Then as he left the feminine man calmed himself only to see that he had returned. Jentel matched eyes with Ren in this moment as they matched his in their narrowing. Finally it seemed he was gone. Then back again he came. At this point Jentel silently debated raising a verbal conflict. As Ren made his final attempt towards the exit. What would sound like the unraveling of chains on pulley or something spinning came from beneath the sleeves of Jentel's attire. Jentel was for certain he'd have no other reason to return, and truth what he had so patiently been waiting for was not on his behalf but for Ulysses.
Then rightmost as Ren made way to the exit the point of something slightly embedded itself leaving an incredibly small hole in the doorways side on the wall. It was in a manner that seemed clear it had no intent to actually hit but was enough of a racket or possibly startle Ren, even the damage to the wall was minimal as rather than having to reel his weapon back in shortly after hitting it fell out . Perhaps Jentel was taking a little to much offense, and it wasn't even himself of which he felt offended. This would be made notably apparent in what he said next. "Do you not think it necessary to properly apologize to Madame Watkins for your earlier statement Monsieur Cross."
Jentel's voice was calm and collected in direct juxtaposition to the action he'd just taken. The sound of whirring as the snake like chain with knife like tip cycled back into its chamber in one swift clean withdrawal. The fact of the matter stood that what he'd just done was dangerous as it also caused the attention of everyone in the cafeteria to look at the group as they all were likely developing assumption that Jentel was somehow there friend or something. Not unlike when someone directed an offense to his benevolent master Jentel didn't feel like allowing someone to simply leave without acknowledging that what they'd said was uncalled for. If this turned into an actual physical confrontation though...it would be a different story. As Jentel would not be ready for a consequence like that for his actions. Such was the life of a sheltered child.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 1:38 pm
𝓓𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓼 ๑ 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝔀𝔂𝓷𝓷
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still...
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It had been a few weeks since Dani had arrived at Beacon and as much as she loved it here, she was still eating her meals a lone. It wasn't that the pink-haired girl was unlikable or even that the students here were unkind. From what she could tell, most of them seemed rather enjoyable. What it really came down to was Dani's own problems with socializing. She had a tendency to get extremely nervous when dealing with groups. Usually she would say something stupid, trip over her own feet, or do something else to embarrass herself. She figured it was safer to just keep to herself rather than have to deal with the aftermath of whatever silly thing she did to mess up next. She knew her brother worried about her, he always had, but she was content eating her meal in quiet and delving into her own thoughts.
In reality though, her brother's worries went vastly beyond that of her shyness.There was of course the fact that she was faunus, and while the racism in Vale was somewhat settled seeing as the headmaster was as well, it still existed. There were those that would never truly accept the faunus, and then there were those who would actually do something with their hatred, other than vicious words. Like the bandits who had been attacking the school for those exact reasons. Dani was somewhat lucky in that sense. While she was not ashamed of her kind, she could still pass for a human. Sure, her hair was vividly colored and there was the fact that her skin had a slight iridescent glow to it that shimmered beneath the light... it was possible for her to fly under the radar, which she always reassured her brother of. That, along with attempting to keep the knowledge of the attacks away from him. She liked it her at Beacon. It was a new home, seeing as hers had been destroyed.
Dani had been here in the cafeteria since early this morning. After waking from a rather vivid nightmare, she had thought a warm meal might make her feel better. Not that she was really eating. At this point she was just pushing cold food around on her tray with her fork. Upon arriving she had quickly found quickly found that she felt much too sick to her stomach to eat. Instead she'd absentmindedly watched as students both came and went doing everything in her power to keep her thoughts from wandering back to that nightmare. Or really, from wandering back to that night, as the dream was built of of a memory. The night of the mob... the fire... her parents death. The night she almost died. A small shiver ran through her body as the dreadful images flashed through her mind once more.
She was drawn from these thoughts, thankfully if she were being honesty, by a loud clunk from across the room. Violet eyes followed the sound the the knife protruding from the wall, to the blonde-haired boy just a few inches away, before following the chain back to the dark-haired boy who'd launched the dagger in the first place. She blinked once in surprise, unable to do much more than stare as the two confronted each other. Dani wasn't the only one staring, but she was quite possibly the only one who looked so concerned over the situation. There were two other students near them, reddish haired girl and one wearing a large metal suits of sorts. She'd noticed them when they had first walked in, but she hadn't been paying their conversation much mind since then. From the sounds of it, the one trying to leave had done something to offend the others.
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But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
⊰post count⊱ 1
⊰where⊱ Beacon Acedemy - Cafeteria
⊰with⊱ Herself - Jentel, Renier, Indie, Ulysses
⊰ooc⊱ ...
⊰outfit⊱ this
⊰profile⊱ here
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 6:10 pm
♦ 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖗 ♦ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 ♦ 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 (Profile)
Renier did stop as the blade made it's mark on the wall, but for the reason Jentel may have been hoping. Ren gave out a loud sigh through his nose as he turned back around and stared at Jentel, the endd of two of the sausages he had previously on his plate could be seen disappearing between his lips as he chewed, Ren had an almost tired or bored look in his eyes as he spent a few seconds maintaining eye contact with Jentel as he chewed the food in his mouth before responding to his demand for an apology.
"No..."
After a quiet second of thought, a smirk appeared on Ren's face and his eyes seemed to light up before he continued speaking.
"However if you let me finish my meal, I'll give you ample opportunity to try and beat one out of me. I'm certain that there has to be a sparring or training hall of some kind at this academy where we could and work out our differences, though if Madame's honor isn't worth the trouble to you then I would also understand..."
It wasn't that Ren was particularly against apologizing to Ulysses, but the opportunity for training had presented itself, and while he would fight back if he were actually attacked here, he'd much rather fight under more sanctioned conditions... he also didn't want to risk the chance of a food fight, as he did not want to test his clothing's resistance to mustard stains and whatever other food stains might present themselves.
Alright, time for some showmanship.
Ren smiled as he balanced the tray on his left hand and shoulder and outstretched his right towards Jentel, he spoke in a loud and challenging voice.
"So I'll repeat, Jentel Mohn'ye, if you truly wish to defend Ulysses Watkins's honor, face me in the field of combat and show me that you are worthy of defending it!" Ren may have looked more impressive if he wasn't still holding onto the tray of waffles and meat, but he felt that with the cafeteria's full attention upon him and Jentel, he had gotten the point across, even if he may have made the situation sound much more serious and involved than simply offending Ulysses.
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