Tsuki did not miss the expression on the old man; he was smiling as he caught it. Meeting his eyes, she nodded respectfully in return before gathering her weapon of choice, putting the handgun back as she settled for the butcher knife.'He caught me off guard, it will not happen again,'she thought to herself as she would slowly head back. Though she did not miss her teammate's performance as she looked back at Ryker. She bit her lip to hide the smile that threatened to play her lips. She would then hear her name be yelled by a familiar voice. The tigress didn't hesitate, she would turn and run/jump through the seats to get to Astra at the stage.
Luckily she was not too far ahead. Kneeling beside her injured teammate, she would sigh softly."Astra,"Tsuki sighed and looked to the young woman with a calm sternness but before she would begin to do anything, they would be joined by the older substitute. She remained silent as she could not disagree with him; after all, she had addressed this before. Once Astra was healed, she would assist the chipmunk faunus up and to her seat."We've spoken about this before...You and I are going to talk to the headmistress about remedial aura lessons,"Tsuki said with a calm sternness, the tone of her voice clearly said there was no arguing; any would result in more trouble.'I must be stern and strong,'she thought to herself as she helped Astra to her seat before the lecture and surprised by the old human's attack on a chair; impressed."I've taken worse hits,"Tsuki had said softly to answer Ryker's question with a small, reassuring smile before sitting.
Her tail was flicking at the end of each sway as she had her thoughts on other things during the lesson. The female sub was a bit of a thorny creature, but she made sense at least. Though she felt her own internal anger, she was not so deluded that she thought herself the best. No, she would refrain from comment as icy-blue eyes would watch the other students. They did well, she noted before it would be her turn. She sighed and walked up to the stage, her mind still in a fog as her aura surrounded herself and the dulled knife in her left hand. She would fluidly strike swift...but her aura would not break either the pencil of her knife as their auras seemed to hold up."Impressively strong,"Tsuki said calmly, rather than be discouraged, she recognized the strength of the sub's aura maturely. Bowing her head slightly and walked back to her seat.'I will have to do some extra training this weekend...Maybe all of us do,'Miya thought to herself before she would sit.
Out Of Candles!: Let me know if I need to fix anything. Posts Count: 113 Profile Location: BA: Weapons Training Class Outfit/Equipped:Uniform; Hairstyle; Weapons (In Profile) // Butcher's knife (maybe handgun) Semblance Activation/Rest:
▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ Ryker could feel the professors eyes on him when collecting the weapon and bailing swiftly; he knew staying there or making any more contact than necessary would be a bad idea. He was just glad no more wrenches were being thrown at him; while he could block it with aura, he knew his aura wasn't indefinite. He would hear Rowan make a comment about naming his weapon Sully; finding it a bit silly as he risked a glance behind him to see it was a rubber naginata. 'I'm surprised they had that type and not just wooden ones.' He thought to himself silently; not hearing a response to his apology from the girl he accidentally deflected the wrench too and hearing the professor get after another student for something Ryker wasn't sure on. All he knew was that it wasn't his business; what was his business though was seeing Astra get clocked in the head with a wrench and both Tsuki along with the professor rushing to the girl as she called for her and didn't get back up immediately. 'I hope she is alright.' He thought to himself as he walked closer, though wouldn't get too close as he didn't want to hinder things. He would see the professor lift her from the floor to standing position, and begin to berate her on her actions and aura. Which...while Ryker wanted to intervene, he couldn't really think of an excuse for Astra in that regard. And as much as he didn't want to admit it...the professor was right, as he remembered their first Grimm experience. And what happened to Astra even when she had aura up. She at least seemed a bit better, which was the only thing he was glad for as he made it to his seat...only to see the old geezer throw the wrench full force and...destroyed the chair as it almost comically rained parts near one of the students who had been mean to Rowan. Ryker...was very much glad he hadn't spoken up now.
As everyone made it to their seats, Tsuki guiding Astra, he would get a reassuring smile from Tsuki as she said she had taken worse hits. "How're you feeling Astra?' He would ask quietly before Blair would start leading class again. She would carry on a bit from the old geezers own words; after the lesson and having to go towards him, they should be better able to react and defend against the blows. Though with all going on...it was pretty easy to get distracted. Ryker himself may've been hit if he hadn't been accounting for the geezer to be throwing a wrench at him. Blair would continue, stressing importance of self control and aura management; of priorities and choices between its use as it was not limitless. Which...was actually something Ryker found interest in and was paying attention to. Remembering all too well his first mission, as he often did nowadays. As she explained what their actual test was he almost did a double take though. 'This is a joke right?' He thought to himself silently. Not seriously believing a pencil in aura could withstand a good hit from any weapon. Unless the weapons were cheap knock offs; though when he checked his pistols it felt strong enough. A bit confused by the absurdity of this Ryker purposefully did not go first and opted to be a few people in line. Figuring if there was any trick he'd see it well ahead of anyone else. The first girl would break it, but there seemed to be some effort. Ryker trying to see why it'd be such an effort over such a small thin, even if it was covered in aura. As she got a new one, he couldn't really see a difference between them. But as the next two people went, one being Tsuki, neither could break the pencil. 'Was the first one the weak one or is this really possible?' He wondered to himself silently. He knew aura was strong defensively for protecting himself, but he had thought it'd be proportional to size of something. That while it could protect a weapon from a hit of Grimm, things smaller were more prone to breaking. Hell, as an object he didn't feel as durable as his weapon; but maybe that was something he could work on.
With him being up, he would look to the pistols and the pencil. 'Here goes nothing.' He thought to himself silently. Aiming the gun carefully, after checking that it was loaded, he would fire the gun at the pencil a little distance away; he didn't want to do it point blank. Trying to impart his aura on it a bit to make it more durable, as was the lesson, though he wasn't entirely sure how to. As the bullet collided with the pencil, it...bounced off. 'Huh.' He thought to himself silently as he looked to the fallen rubber bullet and then the pencil; only now with it on the floor did he see it actually was in two pieces and didn't bounce off. It actually broke in half from hitting the pencil. "Huh. Not sure if I get a second shot at it or no, but could you show me later how I could actually break this with one of these and let me try again?" Ryker would ask, gesturing with his pistols, and would step aside regardless for whoever was next to go. Depending on their response, he would either remain there a bit, go to the back of the line, or go back to his seat. While a bit disappointed he could not break it on his first go, it was something he legitimately wanted to work on and learn. Which was a rare change for the cheetah who was content to procrastinate and pass by the skin of his teeth due to laziness.
Valleria would get her answer for her question as well as a quiver full of arrows with… boxing glove like tip? ’Sure that made sense Valleria would shrug as she was just about to go back to her seat before the same guy that complemented everyone bowed before her and apologized, which made her realize she may have went a bit too angry on the guy, after all all he truly did was compliment “oh no no it’s okay, I overreacted with the way I responded, for that I am sorry as well” she bowed right before he went up on stage, at this point Valleria was on her way to her seat, resting her arrows on the chair while placing the rubber arrows on her current Quiver, it was not a weapon hence why no reason to change it. So the task was break that pencil right? Even if the teacher didn’t explain she will imbue her aura in the pencil it was obvious it would be harder than it seems. After some of the class already went and tried their skills on the pencil and the familiar white haired guy from a few days ago left the class ’typical… why did he even bother showing up in the first place? Valleria finally got up and went up on stage, she drew her bow with the rubber arrow as her eyes flickered in gold as some of her aura went into the arrow as she fired it towards the Pencil, hitting it straight on before bouncing off “I see, guess it wasn’t enough to break it” Valleria calmly said before picking up the arrow and bowing towards the teacher in respect, she then went back to her seat.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2020 7:28 pm
Narkyena Ilvenara| Team BRAN
Despite being himself, and with a speech on how to treat others preached, Narky's words had left a more negative than positive impact. He never had taken it to heart, nor had he truly been paying attention to the time used. He had his non-lethal weapon of choice, and the material of the fake weapons had him reassuringly calm. "Good on them to provide these!" Given to context on the matter, the teachers would of course, be unknown to the fact he was a pacifist. While majority of team BRAN had their finesse and their fighting prowess, he was more so towards the opposite spectrum. This much was obvious from him earlier on, having reacted to Rey,s bleeting with a chuckle, before returning his attention to his companion. The young man did however, feel somewhat concerned by this fight the other two kept on abounding out through this. "Friends aren't supposed to fight!" All this time, he had never figured out that they had actual issues with one another. Even though it may have been obvious to everyone else, he was oblivious to it, having believed (even presently,) that a poltergeist may have irritated them both out of sleep in some way through the night. The makings of the usual space cadet, forever set on the mind of an over reacting imagination. There was no breaking through that barrier easily. For now, he more so thrilled to be seeing Aeralin in such a good and harmonious mood, as he had given his salutations of hope. There was a look in his eyes, curious as to why he had heard her from the stage. Had a pixie tickled her toes? Who knew the truth was him being correct in some way, without even knowing in the first place? This had been something he hadn't picked up on, his attention directing towards the elderly man he scolded. "Ah... Guess he is related to an ogre in some way?" That had to be it. "What a shame... I do hope he hasn't attracted any unlawful beings of spirit by this throwing. I didn't bring salt! If only he had been jesting. The mere concern on his face had said otherwise.
Narky couldn't say too much more on that note, considering how angry the elderly teacher had been becoming. When he had turned his order towards Blair to proceed with the class, who gave an interesting lesson. You could cover your aura around your weapon? That was a fascinating thing to know! His magic fairy barrier (as he thinks his aura is,) was a wonderful thing to truly have! He had a wish though for silencing her heels with some anti slip mats on the floor. The sounds were distracting, and despite him taking his notebook out from his pocket to write it all down, to soft clack of her heels were somewhat distracting. Adding the ones who failed to use their aura from the wrenches had no help on the matter either. Only when he had finally finished the last few words, had Aeralin been already up with her chosen weapon. "oh!?" Watching, his teammate had done splendidly against the teachers aura, which had brought him to smiling in her victory. Rey sat out on the matter,making it clear he had no intentions of trying. His words however, hadn't been taken as mocking. "Don't worry! We will accomplish I am sure." This was a goal he wanted, this was a goal he was planning to try! He of course had waited patiently for others to go, rather excited to see their leader go after Aeralin. Pyrve had an impressive display shown, despite her aura working great. A shame the pencil hadn't broken. To his surprise, her reaction had been worriesome. "Miss Pyrve!?" Watching her gather her stuff and leave without a word, looking to Aeralin. "The faeries were on your side!!! Miss Pyrve might have been jealous I wonder. That would be saddening if that were true. I think they would give her another chance if they asked! Sticking to logical, Narky was unaware of the truth, as Rey had followed out with her. Were they going on a date? Narky wasn't planning to pry. For now, he returned his attention to the stage itself once more, just in time to see a shorter faunus girl falling off the stage. Oh no!!!! Was she alright!? That looked really painful! He wanted to go up and see if she was alright or not, but her team had it covered already, with the mean grinch of a teacher scolding her. Why!? It was an accident! Angry as the teacher was, they had returned to the taller faunus, going to.... Fight them!? That couldn't be right!? What had they done!? What a terrifying teacher! Who hired this scary man!? Was it the great sylvans!? He was old enough to be one! Narky had so much wanted to go say something to this man and his brute rudeness, however, it would only be shown to be ending in nothing changing. His first attempted had proven as much. Interrupting the others in line would have had him feel bad on top of things. Since next in line had been the earlier lady who had helped her teammate. "Aww...." A sad face it was, that neither her, nor her teammate, had succeeded. Both of them for their kindness should have succeeded. They would have earned it! The young cheetah and she had taken it with good sportsmanship to boot. He hoped to do the same! " I better ready myself as well!"
Patiently waiting for the young archer, and the over eager raccoon, he was pleased to see strangers being nice to one another. After they had finished their turns, one had almost succeeded, while the other had failed epically. Narky gulped by this point as he had finally way towards the front, putting on the gauntlets. "Good morning Miss teacher. I hope not to dissapoint!" Bowing politely, Narky had prepared himself, bringing his hands to his face, staring for once serious towards his target. With a deep breath, he concentrated his focus into his aura activating, its whimsical hue going towards his hands and wrists. Almost hesitantly, instead of swinging his fist forward in a direct punch like others, he had instead, just rested the side of his arm against the pencil, with a small touch of the gauntlet making small contact. As a complete pacifist, Narky had no intentions on a wild swing, despite his opponents aura with greater experience. Such a thing didn't stop his effort, as the pencil had broke regardless. "Oh!! Marvelous! The magic fairy barrier had granted and graced me with magic and luck! Thank you for this opportunity! I do hope you are not hurt on this matter. " Bowing his head politely once more, he had frolicked towards his seat, bubbling with pride.
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Team: TRRA ///// Racoon Faunus///// Student///// Ex-thief What's up?: Weapon learning time!!!!! Where am I?: In a classroom!!! Who are my peeps!? Astra! Ryker! Tsuki! A whole lotta people! Ooc; Rolled a 1!!~!! XD <><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Everyone was too tense! If people weren't tense, there was mixed emotions all around pertaining to the weapon gathering, as well as the class itself. Rowan himself had a bundles of mixed emotions, all from the grumpy goat man in the back, towards Astra, whose aura was showing more and more each day that she needed to practice... All the way to relief from the archer lady known as Valleria forgiving his apology. She had been earnest to him, which he could finally keep on feeling pretty good about. "Alrighty~! I will regardless be more calm! Calm like an icy cool cucumber~!" That was how the term went... Right? After grabbing his weapon of choice, once Valleria had picked out a weapon, Rowan had for , been satisfyingly great once as before. He was much more prepared and in comfort, and the direction following along had helped him gain some clarity towards aura. Who knew it could be used in defence at all? With only some control himself, there was a pause in Rowan's mind, flash backing towards the team mission they had taken. At the time, he had more used his semblance, rather than rely on the aura he possessed. that surely did not count. The heat of the moment had prevented some train of thought for trying to adjust to even trying it out in such a matter. He could only wonder if such a thing could truly count for a time like this as well. Such control had been simply by the literal palms of his hands then. Ruling out aura at that point was easy. The same was said for any other time. His aura had been unlocked before, but using it never actually occurred at all. Rowan could match up with some of the words that Blair had given lesson towards. He never actually tried though. Today would certainly be an odd chance for that.. If only he could have believed the same about other regards.
His tension had returned, when Astra had hurt herself off the stage. Since Tsuki and the teachers were right there, he had no reason to go jumping up to his feet in worry like he normally would. Instead, he simply winced, scrunching up his nose by her clumsy and pointless action of doing such a thing to begin with, only sighing to look at his lap. "Yeesh..." There were no words for him to say, but rather, using his faunus ears to listen, and the observation of lip reading, he didn't have to be to close to see Tsuki was scolding her for not having her aura up properly.. With an added boot of potential remedial class. That sounded about right. "..." Rowan could agree with the idea. First there was her falling out of a tree without using it, and now this tiny mishap. To no surprise there was the elderly man who was of course going to do the same. What did people expect? There were stairs for a reason~! Even his own clumsy behaviour had him taking the stairs. A notion to be proud for, that much he could admit. Astra was of course going to be fine anyway, which was why he simply hadn't been over the top worrying as per usual about things regarding his team. A raccoon needed his class focus in some way. He was serious to learn this time Learning was a must. He was at least getting it once everyone had their weapons. Blair had went in on them towards fighting against her aura, and breaking the pencil she held in her hands. That sounded like an interesting, but challenging attempt! Was he sure he could do it? Tsuki and Ryker, as well as a few others, had tried it out already, but hadn't succeeded on the pencil. The few who had actually succeeded he was glad to see have passed that test. By the time it was his go, he had proceeded up there, carrying along the odd weapon he had picked. "good morning~!" Properly greeting Blair with a nod of his head, he had gone down to business, preparing himself into position. With his "weapon's" sharp end towards the pencil, he proceeded to try and focus with his aura onto the weapons end. Given the course of action through the last few weeks, as well as more recent changes... Rowan couldn't properly succeed. The aura was certainly there, but the stability of the aura had proved to be unstable. "Hyah!"
A tried effort to bring the pole arm into a jabbing motion forward, the attempt had been in vain. The moment her aura around the pen had come into contact with his own aura, the motion of the connection had bounced his weapon back, to a point a loud snapping noise had concurred. "Ah!!!" Side stepping away from the fake blade falling down off the weapon, he had almost tripped over his own foot in process, using the remains of the weapon in his hand to keep him from fully falling. "Wowww...." Frowning at his fails, Rowan could only sigh. "Ah... Lucked out in a bad way. I am sorry... Is there a way to assess a better route on focus!? My mind has been at war lately, and I truly hope there is a chance of trying a second time.." Ears bending back, Rowan could only go to his seat in embarrassment. His lack of focus had failed him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2021 10:10 pm
Geremald had entered his auditorium once more, setting it up to have some nice mood music. His first class session had been violent and after meditating the anger and his stress to calm his heart, he had managed to find something in his old collection and as class was now open, he started to play some classical music as he moved over and pulled out a chair, flipping it open to sit on the stage of the auditorium. He had done a little bit of remodeling to fix the damage he had done and outfitted the auditorium chairs to have a bit more space and project a bit of a hardlight work table. He was thankful for the scientists to help make such small models for his class and had to be careful and mindful about how much it takes and to keep them running they had limited time. He looked at his notes to make note that he had 5 students, at most maybe six. He nodded his head and soon sent out a text for the students by the time they should be waking up. 'Good day to you stoodents. Im sorry but I dont have good control o er the scroll keyboard. Bring your wepons to class and we'll begin the lesson.' He still hated having to use such a complicated piece of tech but he shook his head. "Old age must be getting to me." He commented aloud before he relaxed and waited for the students.
Once all five had arrived with their weapons, he would motion for them to sit in the front row, plenty of sets yes but he wanted to view their progress from the top down perspective he had. "Welcome to class Team OSMM and Vance. Please take a seat. Today's lesson and it's goal is to still keep up with the Vice's instructions on defense aura as a secondary lesson. But my primary lesson for the day is that I want you all to make sure you know your weapons and how to take good care of them. Supplies are down at the base of the Stage. First, you will disassemble your weapons down to the bone if they have any gun components. If you don't have such a thing, then take one of the guns from yesterday's table and take it apart. You will clean every part and proceed to put it back together." He told them his goal, as he sat and waited for each of his students to sit.
(When you're posting here, roll a 1d20. If you do not get above a 10 then when you reassemble your weapons, it will not function properly due to misplacing some items.)
Widget was already in the mechanical shop tinkering with her suit when her scroll chimed. Truth be told, she'd been out here all night, taking advantage of the lack of light so she'd only need to don her goggles when doing something that would create sparks. She'd just finished setting up the electrical grid under layering that she planned to rig up to create an electrical field to handle hordes of smaller creatures clinging to her and had finished a basic armor casing for the cockpit. Crawling out from under it, she picked up her scroll, goggles on and read the message. It didn't sit well with her to be honest. She had designed this from the ground up herself, so, she knew the suit well enough to not ******** it up, but, the Auditorium couldn't be properly equipped to handle her suit. Hell, she'd had some equipment moved from her off-site workshop to the school in order to properly outfit it. The suit could certainly take a lot of punishment, that's what it was meant to do, but, tinkering with it, even from someone who knew it as well as she did without the proper equipment could set her back weeks. With a huff, she set her scroll down and started wrapping up what she was working with before powering the suit up to run a quick test. While the grid was in place, it wasn't yet wired in to draw power and activate, she was still a few weeks off that goal currently. And if things went badly with this, she could be months away. As for now, everything worked well, so, she powered it down and returned to her Dorm to wash up and change before coming back.
From the auditorium, one would hear her coming from quiet a ways away, the mechanical foot-falls heavy and even causing anyone who might be within a few dozen feet actually feel the ground vibrate from the impact. She honestly hadn't expected it, but, somehow, they'd refitted things in the auditorium and she was actually able to enter. Along the outside, she had whatever specialized equipment she needed for the suit that was reasonably transportable strapped securely to it. She did as best she could to avoid stepping on anything as she made her way in and, really, the only space really big enough for her to set up was the stage, so, she made her way up there, worried it'd give. But, it held firm. She fiddled with the cockpit door, tweaking with some of the tools she had on her when it didn't slide smoothly, getting it open and adjusting it quickly. Once open, she crawled out of the cockpit, and, using a series of intentionally small handholds and some protrusions, she climbed up it, over the shoulder, and started checking the power core to make sure the door was properly wired from there as the teacher spoke. When he explained what they were to do, she poked her head up over the shoulder and looked at him."I'd rather just tinker with a gun. The setup here isn't optimal for work on my suit and I just started finalizing some new additions I realized I needed to consider after the Alpha Mission. Trying to rewire and adjust, or even disassemble and reassemble this on this is pretty sensitive work. It could set me back months. Also...I can't physically lift many of the components without heavy machinery. But, I'll do what I can if there isn't an option."
Her voice was barely audible, even in the auditorium, which was designed to make it easier to hear someone speak. As she finished, she started climbing around the suit and, one by one, began moving the needed tools and setting them on the stage before grabbing the impact wrench and started to get to work. She'd double-checked all her portable power tools before coming in, to make certain the battery packs were full. Fortunately, things didn't go nearly as bad as she was fearing. her small frame didn't put much stress on the places she was dismantling and she'd managed to disassemble several smaller aspects without needing to move anything that was beyond her ability to lift. Spur of the moment even, she though of something to better optimize the spooling of the autocannon arm and began to tinker with it.
TEAM: OSMM
PC:42
GEAR:
♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ Standard Pistol ♦ Stun Baton ♦ Ballistic and Dust munitions ♦ Heavily Tinted Goggles
►►►VS Average or below skill Personal or Basic commercial (The average Joe dabbling in setting up their own systems without advanced formal education or individual shop tier business systems) Result of above 5 = Success
►►►VS Educated individual to Mid-Tier Business (Someone who is trained and educated in the design of the system or a local non-corporate significant office/warehouse) Result of above 10 = Success
►►►VS Higher-tier Business or non-critical government grade systems (Regional, District, or Headquarters sites or immediate Access Government systems such as Police, Mail, or other Public Services, this also extends to Private Security systems for individuals in government, such as one's personal laptop, but not something that would be kept secure on site in a government facility) Result of above 15 = Success
tab Jules had been on his way to the dorm where he was to meet with his teammates when he received a poorly written text via scroll to come to meet at the Auditorium. He was quite confused but figuring it made sense for classes to take place, although this seemed sudden to him, it made sense within the context of a school year. So the young maxim tapped his eye, checking the directory footage he had from his departure from Autrox's office a few days earlier. Once he established which direction to the Auditorium, he set off, arriving a couple of minutes after what appeared to be a very advanced robotic suit. He'd of loved to study it, but right now class came first. With that in mind he approached the leftover weapons as suggested by the teacher and picked out a pistol. He then found a seat for himself and began analyzing the pistol with his eye, building up each and every piece of the pistol's design in his mind so he would be more capable at reassembling it from composite parts. The tinker was already thinking of numerous ways to improve on the rather simplistic weapon, but he was focused on his current objective. Disassemble, Reassemble. Disassemble, Reassemble. This task needed to be perfected to care for a hunter's weapon, even if it took quite some time.
Shamilla stumbled upon the class by accident whilst on her way to finding the bathroom. The campus was huge and everything seemed like it all occurred with happenstance. There didn't seem to be a clear schedule with things, but merely everything was squeezed in together with the the utmost tact. Even though it didn't seem that way at first, classes were happening at seemingly random times. After stopping by the bathroom, Shamilla finally made it to the classroom, slipping in as unobtrusively as she could, and finding a seat amongst her team, Jules and Widget were already there, with Shammy letting her head to class first since deciding to stop by the bathroom before entering class. After settling her stuff down at her seat, she went up and grabbed her pistol gun, and proceeded to sit back in her place. The metallic chair slightly creaked under her weight, and Shamilla shuddered as the metallic surface touched her skin. Chairs like these always felt uncomfortable.
The gun was unloaded but fully functional, gleaming in her hand as Shamilla examined the basic weapon. Her own weapon had been floating next to her, but settled itself in a quiet corner where it would stay undisturbed for the remainder of the class until it would be called to its owner's side once more. The teacher was one of the butlers of the school, and looked pristinely professional in his attire. She waited until further instructions were dispensed amongst the crowd, and they waited until other students would make their way to the class. Her mind started to wander as she thought on how to go about fulfilling the assigned task at hand, and her eyes would occasionally stray towards the door, waiting for other students to come through it. There was slight pause in the chatter as everyone seemed to be thinking of the exact same thing with the assignment.
Vance made his way to the auditorium, with his brush on his hip and a smile on his face as he was excited about going to class for a change as it had been weird ever since that mission. He had since his team much since the event, part because he was in the hospital, but he had hoped to see them in class, but that wasn't the case. When he got his class details, the boy was surprised that he didn't see his team on the roster and sent a message asking if it was a mistake or if he had been put into the wrong class. The response that he got back was that the other members just wanted to take different classes at the time and that he would still see them around Beacon. Vance let out a sigh, hoping that the others were doing okay, and entered the auditorium in time to hear the gentleman's instructions, that the class needed to take a part of their weapons to there base components. Though his brush had something similar to a revolver's chamber, he didn't know if it was what the teacher wanted to do. For now, he would unlatch his brush and started to take the his weapon apart and place the ink cartridges on to the table as they were components that helped him use his weapon. The boy would then look over the part to make sure that everything was alright as a mess up with his brush would end up with the area covered in black ink. He would then wait for further instructions from the teacher as he began to look around, seeing faces that were new to him and wonder what kind of people they were like. Perhaps during this class, Vance would be able to make friends with this new group, and possibly get some new ideas for his next masterpiece.
The music continued to play in the room as Geremald watched as the students arrived, listened to his instructions and each had their own different take. He watched as the scorpion Genius had to drop the idea of deconstructing her work before picking up a wrench to remove the weapons of her machine to start doing what she could at least. Geremald sighed and nodded his head before he spoke. "Very well then, just make sure you don't blow it up and don't take too long, you'll may be needing this skill out in an expedition field and it helps to know where the problem could lie." He told Widget calmly while he looked to the next student, one named Jules who was another Tech specialist like Widget who unfortunately did not grasp the more hands on approach as he began to dissassemble the weapon. He watched and he could hear a snap as the pistol's lack of aura and poor grade from the previous class showed when Jules' weapon was now unable to be put back together. "Jules was it?" Geremald started to namely get the student's attention as it was just him and the small class.
"I understand from the reports you're quite the tinkerer like Scarlet here is along with my Kirien and another student named Netami. But you need to be mindful of the fact that all techs across the board need to be handled with care. One loose wire, one wayward pinch of gunpowder, one simple uneven jostle, and your weapon could be left defunct." Geremald warned and hopefully taught Jules on the carefulness needed to handle weapon cleaning and even future words of caring for one's machinery. He nodded his head and looked to Shamilla from his desk, but this time getting a bit butt hurt from sitting so long as he got up, watching her as she was in the process of examining another one of the fragile pistols from his last class as he moved closer to the late student. When she had it finished put together, he politely took it from her, examined it himself and when he aimed the gun at one of the hanging targets he had pulled the trigger. What was suppose to happen was a normal click with the slide moving from it's loaded look to an empty slide. Instead what happened was that it shot backwards and with his own aura, it smacked into his face. He set the gun down, his white gloved hand remaining close before he turned around and then pointed at a piece of the gun she had failed to put back in. "Miss Shamilla, when it comes to putting a gun back together, all parts are required to make it functioning. Just like a team needs everyone to work, a 9 millimeter pistol needs that stop in order to make the shots more consistent without exposing the barrel and reloading the barrel more safely."
Once he had finished scolding Shamilla on how the gun needed all it's parts, he moved onto the last student to have arrived and work on their own weapon. It appeared to be a rapier with some parts being a bit different, at the handguard was a well-shielded revolver cylinder with interesting..... he wanted to say bullets but these were obviously not bullets. The pommel was not just a weight but a brush made of unknown hairs that he probably shouldn't be asking about as he leaned down and rubbed his chin. He spoke calmly. "Quite the interesting weapon Mr. Merlo." He stated but just as he had said that when Vance finished putting the weapon back together, suddenly the chair Vance was in, the chair on both his sides, and even Geremald himself, were covered in sudden black ink. 'Three.....' He thought to himself as he silently stood up straight. 'That's three failed weapons.....' He continued before he moved his right hand up, removing the small glasses he wore as he was thankful his aura didn't let him get stained, but now there was a very visible outline of where his glasses were. "Alright.... well that would have been too easy of a class but considering we still need to impliment the 2nd lesson.... afterwhich, those who failed to put the weapons back together properly will spent the remaining class period reading from their guides and disassembling a gun and putting it back together as a pseudo-team. For now, everyone up and onto the Stage, we're doing it my way for the Aura test." He ordered them as he got back to the stage, trailing black ink with each step.
Once everyone was on the stage, which had been reinforced since Scarlet's mech was on it, he picked up the sword part of the mech that Scarlet had been cleaning as he smiled at it. "Good work Demonde.... it's a simple job but it is honest work that improves the quality of the weapons. If your weapon is well-cared for, it will last a life-time like the ancient Katanas of old." He told her, slight praise before setting the weapon down and approaching them, he had them lined up one after another as he walked up and down before he soon said. "I will give you fair warning, instead of wrenches your will be asked to tank my punch head on. I will strike here..." He told them, pointing at Vance's gut as he soon looked at him and continued to speak. "You each will have 6 seconds to psyche yourself up and call your aura to defend on command. If you don't, you will receive damage. Grimm could attack at any moment and your easy going days will make it difficult for your aura to respond to danger early enough to minimize damage. Your warning word right before the attack will be Strike. Ready......" He was starting with Vance, getting into position as he was going to hold back his attack before he thrusts with a quick right jab towards Vance's abdomen! "STRIKE!" He was going to give them an easy class today where they could actually talk and hang out after they did their work, but they better have their aura up otherwise they may be winded before working on the guns.
(When you're posting here, roll a d10. You each get +1 to the result since you all were forewarned, but if you do not roll higher than a 6, you will be taking some damage. If you roll below a 3, your character took a gut punch unprepared and your post will have to indicate collapsing and gasping for air from being struck. If you roll a perfect 10, you may counter attack with with your own limb at Geremald. It's a win win! Post order however is in reverse, starting from Vance.)
Vance started to reconstruct his weapon after having taking a part, though with few parts, it was a quick task to complete as it was not really used as a firearm but as a way to use his ink and his abilities. The problem was that the ink had a chance to fall, which would break the cartridge and exploded out, an act the could fool someone into believing that a squid had just attacked. As he finished up, the boy heard the teacher speak, saying that his Creativity's Edge was interesting, which he felt a bit a pride about it as there were very few people that would charge into the battle with a large paintbrush. However, before he could saying anything to the teacher, he heard familiar crack that gave him pause, but was met with darkness as one of the ink cartridges had broken and now covered the area around him in that in. Vance blinked for a moment as he caught up with what happened, and he could tell that this action probably was going to effect his grade for the day, as he pulled out a cloth from his bag. As he wiped the ink off him, he looked up to the gentleman while they explained the next lesson for the day, which seemed to be a test of their aura, which he began to think that the teacher was mad about what happened. The boy stepped on to the stage and though he wanted to ask the owner of the mech some questions, it appeared that he would be the first of the students to get there aura tested. "Before we do this, I'm sorry about the ink." He said as he got prepared himself for the strike, remembering the blast that he had felt while he was on the mission where they went into a live volcano. From that event, Vance learned that he had to have his aura ready at anytime, or he would be get run over, and with that thought, the gentleman attacked and his defenses were ready to meet it.
Shamilla closed her eyes and sighed; she had never worked with guns of this type before. The guns they had in her home town were a bit more primitive and basic in function, but still, she didn't work with these types of long-ranged weapons, until now that is. And it showed. Still, she continued to examine the gun long after the butler had settled the weapon back onto her tray, looking at it closely and wondering which part did she miss, only to find that the piece had fallen to the floor. She picked it up and further examined it.... seems like it was a piece that was placed inside the barrel of the weapon, where it would allow the projectile placed into the item to be projected forward. Now she understood, but it was too late to remedy her lack of tact, so she waited until everyone else was done, and then proceeded to sit back and watch how the rest of the class did and finished their end of the assignment.
Everyone else didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, either. Shamilla observed others for a bit, before moving to the stage as instructed. Just as she was approaching the stage, she received the blow and keeled over from the impact. She clutched her stomach and took some deep breaths, and then proceeded to stand there feeling the pain. After a good long moment, she turned towards the stage again and began the next part of the assignment as instructed.
