tab Jules was disappointed in himself, he'd managed to mess up on the pistol because he'd been so focused on the possible ideas to upgrade the gun. As a result, his weapon wasn't in good condition when he finished putting it back together, all the same. When the teacher approached, Jules stopped and listened. As the teacher spoke, the young Maxim listened to every word, refocusing his mind on once more disassembling the weapon. When he assembled it again, it would be accurate. Of that, he would be certain. However, before he could begin assembling it again, everyone was called to the stage and told to concentrate their aura for defense. Jules wasn't super experienced in using his aura directly, but he wasn't going to argue and he was going to focus this time. So while the Teacher gave them a warning and lashed out at the classmate "Vance" to test his Aura. Jules watched silently, beginning to focus on his own Aura, specifically regarding his arm and his face. He would need to focus in order to extend his aura over those synthetic parts of his body... but he was certainly going to try if nothing else.
Widget was completely absorbed in her work as the teacher went around to the other students, she honestly missed everything including the ink explosion. However, as the instructor came up and picked up a piece of her suit to examine it, she snapped her head in reflex to look at him. Anything that she customized, she wasn't really fond of others touching while she was in the process of maintaining it and it was as if she had a second sense for when her things were being interacted with. However, as she did, she saw the blast of black in the background, a piece that obviously was left out of the gun on the desk in front of Jules, and another piece of a gun laying on the floor in the distance. And their instructor was praising her work. Was she seriously the only one who hadn't messed up somehow?
"I'm still new to this model. It was supplied after the Alpha Caves mission when I had to abandon the original model in order to escape a cave-in following a couple Deathstalkers attacking some of us who fell into a lower cave system due to a demolition being set off by someone. I wish I still had that one. I built it entirely from scratch." Still, her voice was barely audible. Perhaps she should be questioning that more. It definitely wasn't a natural occurrence like a combustive mineral being set off by accident or a gas leak. It had definitely been deliberate and had to have been set recently prior to their arrival as the seismic activity that had exposed the caves would have set it off long before their arrival if it was natural. But, that wasn't really her job and she had enough to think about with the myriad of designs that kept circling her brain.
Soon, they were asked to line up on the stage and told they'd be required to defend from a punch from the instructor. It wasn't really a prospect she was eager about as she wasn't really a fighter. She was also a bit dangerously underweight for her age and she hadn't developed well due to frequently skipped meals and little sleep on a regular basis. She never really showed anyone what she looked like in more fitted clothes and never really went out in swimwear so, no one could really see just how skinny she was under the baggy shirts she always wore. But, she was just skin and bone beneath. The instructor began with one boy she didn't know, aiming for the gut. The boy succeeded in defending, followed by Sammy, who...failed rather spectacularly, which only made Widget more nervous. Next up was Jules who, actually did fairly well despite her expectations. Not that she didn't think he was able, anyone who could think logically and plan could pull their Aura up defensively, but, from what she'd gathered, he was just as much in the same boat as she was where his strength was in his technological abilities rather than his combat ones. Finally, when it was her turn, she stepped up anxiously, her knees turned in a bit. If she failed, she would definitely be in a lot of pain.
"Wait...t-try not to hit too hard alright? I read up briefly about you from staff records and...I'm pretty sure if you hit me with any reasonable force for you and I fail to get my defenses up, I'll be seriously injured. I've been pretty regularly malnourished most of my life so...I'm not that sturdy."With that said, she brace herself, nearly hyperventilating. When the punch came, she recoiled instinctively from it, eyes shutting tight in anticipation for a significant amount of pain. Her aura spiked up in defense and, her tail instinctively shot out from under her shirt in a lightning-fast motion, glancing against his arm and their auras connected as his punch was moved off course by the sudden strike. Of course, as part of her regular precautions while not on missions, the stinger for her tail was capped with a thick heat-resistant wax so, she never did sting him. After a few moments without feeling any pain, she cautiously opened one eye to see her tail was out and poised to defend. Her face turned red and she vainly tried to stuff it back under her shirt, though, the damage was already done. She hated her tail and wished it'd never come out in plain view.
TEAM: OSMM
PC:43
GEAR:
♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ .45 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
Euphoric Epiphany
Lasting Legend
Novasse
DJSH9011
KnightsRoyal
Posted: Tue May 11, 2021 11:33 pm
KnightsRoyal
Geremald watched as everyone followed up with him to the stage, a thought coming to his mind. 'At least they listen to directions, that's at least some discipline instilled.' He thought to himself while he had instructed them what was about to him, his gauntlets remained as bracers while they lined up and listened to him more thoroughly. It seemed the ones who didn't do well with the guns took his criticism steadily, something he was glad about. He had years of training so this wasn't going to piss him off, nor was he letting off steam as he got ready for his punch. "Strike!" He shouted and he jabbed, not hard enough to shake the ring but Vance could feel the attack in his abdomen, knocking him back a step but Vance remained on his feet. He had even apologized before hand before Geremald stood up and held his gloved hand up that punched him and gave him a thumbs up. "Mistakes happen Mr. Marlo, we are huntsmen and we learn from our mistakes. But you did not disappoint me in blocking, good work." He told Vance, moving over to pat his shoulder once before moving over to Shamilla. He stood before her and got into a combat position.
He brought his right hand up and forewarned her once more. "Remember, an attack could happen at any time and sometimes they aren't always coreographed." He told her as he tensed his muscles, the tuxedo on him flexing as while his right hand was before her, his left hand swung from below towards her abdomen as he shouted, "Strike!" And in slow motion, he could feel her Aura instinctively moving towards his hand and it didn't reach her stomach in time due to the immediate danger. His hand stuck her gut hard, forcing her to crumple as he could feel her stomach hadn't tensed or braced itself for the attack while he watched her go down. He shook his head and lowed down to her level as he spoke. "Your mind cannot be hung up about small failures, even a small distraction could inhibit your aura's ability to defend." He told her calmly before he stood up, moving to Jules while leaving Shamilla on the Stage floor in a crumpled curl from the gut punch.
Once he got to Jules, he stared down at the man, seeing him trying to focus as he could see the Light Blue aura around him. "Sometimes it helps to visualize the aura like an energy shield you can control. Can you keep it up?" He asked Jules before he got into position and soon shouted. "Strike!" He punched quickly with his right hand in a hook, and he could feel just how desperate Jules was trying with his aura, it felt like he was punching rubber for the most part and in a moment, he could see Jules' body moving back by a few good feet, not falling off the stage thankfully or bumping into anything as Geremald stood back up. He nodded his head and spoke. "A warning helps alot with detecting trouble, but keep that in mind that you need to sharpen your aura's control. Sometimes it'll be better to make that aura Rigid to block or resist blows rather than flexible." He told Jules calmly before moving over to Scarlet, his eyes sharp and focused on her as she had did well to clean her weapons while he stood before her.
"Before I punch, I will respond to your earlier statement. It is unfortunate that you lost your previous model in a cave in, but you probably would have benefited from a more sleeker model instead of the large suit I had read up in the report. Big guns and big swords won't be a life saver all the time...but at least you survived the caves. Be thankful your weapon at least managed that." He told her calmly while getting into position as she stepped up to her, and he could see how shaken her body was, the anxiety was getting to her as she spoke while he lowered himself into a primary punching position as he looked her dead on while she was begging him to not punch to hard. "Scarlet, my punch will hurt you if you do not bring your aura up. You cannot rely on me holding back my punch to save your aura. We have a nurse for you if it hurts." He told her, namely to help her mind realize she could be in immediate danger as he thrusts his right hand out. The punch was straight and as true as it could get, but his trained eyes saw her aura flare up and her tail swung out. He brought aura over his arm as her tail struck his arm, veering it off course as it instead slammed against her left side in the punch. Yet, she did not get knocked back. He slowly brought his hand back as he stood up and saw her frantically pushing the tail back into her shirt as he held a thumbs up. "Good work Scarlet, you managed to stand your ground." He told her while he walked over to where he was and placed his hands on his hips before looking to Shamilla. He sighed and moved over to her, lifting her up and placing her in his chair as he spoke. "Those were the main lessons of class today, for now you are free to talk and study until the bell rings BUT! The ones who failed to reassemble their weapons properly will be stuck disassembling and reassembling these assault rifles." He told Jules and Vance, tossing them the empty clip assault rifles as he spoke. "Do it right 5 times and I'll let you leave class." He told the two while he looked to Scarlet and Jules. "Where was your 4th member, I distinctively remember there being 4 in your team."
Widget finally managed to get her tail tucked away as he complimented her success at defending. "I'm...not very good at fighting. I mostly survived because of luck and because others were paying attention. The second cave in caused me to go deaf because I had my semblance active and then, my goggles got damaged when I fell into a pit. When we finally got out of the caves, I was still deaf and the sunlight made it impossible for me to see at all. My main concern of failing wasn't pain, it was the likelihood that you'd end up breaking several of my ribs, cause internal bleeding, things that are actually rather serious."
She returned to working on her suit, reassembling the components that were still off of it so that she'd be able to return it to the garage at the end of class instead of staying behind for several minutes to put it together again. As well as to distract her. She was still visibly shaken at the reality she'd just had to actively put herself into a combat position unarmed and without her suit. When the teacher asked where their fourth member was, she looked back over her shoulder."To be honest, I've not seen her. She's apparently supposed to be the team leader. But, I spent all last night working on my suit so, I was out of the room until this morning after you sent the message."She clung to the suit arm and hun under it to start working on something, the baggy shirt falling a little. Of course, she wore things underneath, but, if anyone looked, they'd see just how scrawny she was. Her ribs were very clearly visible and she seemed to have virtually no body fat or muscle whatsoever.
TEAM: OSMM
PC:44
GEAR:
♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ .45 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
Euphoric Epiphany
Lasting Legend
Novasse
DJSH9011
KnightsRoyal
Posted: Tue May 18, 2021 12:00 pm
tab Jules barely caught the assault rifle that was thrown to him, but nodded and took the rifle back to his table, beginning to take this one apart, far more meticulously and intricately than he had done previously with the pistol, however, he stopped when Professor Geremald mentioned a fourth team member. Jules was confused by this. "I didn't know the team had a fourth member? when I went by the dorm the fourth room was completely untouched as of yet..." Jules then went back to his work, His focus being near-absolute until the third time he was deconstructing the rifle. His scroll buzzed telling him he had a message, the young Maxim briefly pulled it out to check, being surprised to see it was a message from the headmaster asking him to meet him at a specific location after he was finished with his class for the day. Jules put the scroll away and went back to what he was doing, he hoped he wasn't in trouble, but he was also eager to show the headmaster his tripoint model designs based on his suggestion of producing a means of sleeping that would befit hunters who needed to sleep in trees to avoid danger on the ground. He'd still need to test the heavy-duty variant with someone of the appropriate erm... 'weight class, but the standard version was ready for showcasing. All the same, Jules went back to focusing on reconstructing the assault rifle again, this time knowing he had something he needed to do after class, so better to work efficiently and effectively now to get this done, He didn't want to keep the Minister of Education waiting.
Geremald looked at Widget calmly as she spoke about not being very good at fighting, shaking his head as he calmly spoke. "The fact you still survived to now attributes it to not just luck but skill as well." He told her softly before she continued on about the second cave in that caused her to go deaf as he shook his head once more. The fact she claims to be fragile he stared her down and spoke calmly. "Don't falter yourself, you may not be strong normally but you're far from being a fragile flower. Aside from that you can still take hits from the best of them." He told her calmly while he watched her move to work on her suit once more, his eyes looking to Jules as he caught the assault rifle Geremald had thrown him. He could see him in the process of taking it apart before he seemed to not realize that there was suppose to be a fourth member. "Each time is assigned four members Jules, this is to ensure people can cover one another." He told him calmly while he began to work on the Rifle once more.
He soon heard that neither of them saw her as he sighed and shook his head before making a note to fail her. He soon looked between the four of them as he spoke. "Then let me ask all of you something. Why do you wish to risk your lives to become Huntsman? It's not exactly the safest of occupational choices, not to mention the cleanest." He asked of them calmly but before they responded he held up a hand and spoke. "And don't just say 'Because people need to be protected.' We have policemen who do that and other huntsmen. What is your REAL purpose in becoming a huntsman?"
Widget didn't agree with what the teacher said, in terms of how skilled and durable she was. By the time he asked his next question, she'd recovered her composure and spoke while hanging onto the suit, and rebolting a plate."Desperation? No one wanted to adopt the girl with a freaky tail who couldn't handle being in the sunlight. And the orphanage staff made it pretty clear I only got to stay at all because of regulations. So...I ran out of time at the orphanage and just got thrown out with nowhere to go. No job, no family, no money. Not even sure I want to be one. But, coming here, I get exposure to the materials to improve what I'm good at, have shelter, have food. And, I guess if this falls through, I also have some contact, indirect as it may be, to manufacturers and software designers. I can always fall back to those. That's where my real strengths are."
She finished bolting the plate in place before sliding down the back of the suit and smoothing out the shirt she wore. She quickly packed away the tools she brought and hefted them up with a little difficulty to the cockpit, letting the case sit there. Reaching up, she grabbed a towel hanging off the suit and wiped the oil from her hands. She then pulled a bottle out of her bag and poured it on her hands before pulling out a cleaner towel. When she finished wiping her hands, there wasn't a single stain on her."Right now...I'm having problems getting my inheritance. I'm not really expecting much, but, anything would be a big help."
TEAM: OSMM
PC:46
GEAR:
♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ .45 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 finished reassembling the rifle for the first time when he caught the professor's next question. With a bit of a nervous smile Jules' brought his robotic hand to the back of his head as his human hand gently scratched his metal faceplate. "I... kind of got conscripted? I initially came to beacon under the pretense of using my technical prowess to produce inventions and technology to benefit hunters in the field, to make their jobs easier, less likely to be fatal, possibly even a bit cleaner. After I arrived, however, the circumstances were revealed to have changed... The Ministers of Education and Research&Development had decided independently that I was to study to be a hunter. And I can't exactly say no to members of the council of Vale..." He gave an awkward, half-hearted chuckle before refocusing on the rifle's repetitive deconstruction and reconstruction. Though after he'd completed the process a second time he added. "Though I do suppose training to be a hunter will help to give me a better idea of the kinds of tools and equipment that would most efficiently improve the work of hunters and huntresses." His conversation with Autrox had given him many ideas, and at this given moment, he took a minute of pause to take out his sketchbook and quickly sketch out some ideas regarding magnetic weapon or cybernetics attachments that could be applied to equipment for increased mobility, stability, or utility in the field. It would need some more advanced testing with hardlight dust, but it was certainly not beyond the realm of possibility. It was quite clear by looking at Jules as he sketched just how enthusiastic he was about pushing the limits of technology and improving the lives of well... everyone.
Shammy was slightly out of focus as she assembled the gun, not quite sure where the last bit was supposed to go, so she failed in her attempt. When he announced that he would punch them to test their aura, she would instinctively react to the incoming force to her abdomen, slowing it down just a tad bit before it hit her right where Geremald intended it to be. She crumpled at the blow; it didn't hurt enough to reduce her to bits, but just enough for her to feel the full pressure just before her aura kicked in. As the pain had subsided, she noticed Geremald gesture her to his chair, and so she sat on it, still wrinkled emotionally from the punch inwardly. When he mentioned their 4th member, she had this wide-eyes expression on her face. They hadn't seen their team leader in a while, and Shammy herself barely remembered having them around. Did they even meet at all? Now that he mentioned it, she never met a 4th member for their team. And they had been together for a solid couple of weeks already. As she got up to gather the semi-assembled parts from her desk back to where Geremald let her sit, she listened to Widget's explanation of their 4th member, who happened to be their leader. She ignored further talk on the matter as she turned to assemble the rifly again, this time trying to remember carefully what Geremald had instructed around the first time she failed. Like Jules, she too wanted to do her best and get the assignment done, so she focused with all her might on the assignment that needed to be done 5 times at least.
Then Geremald asked them why they decided to become Hunters and Huntresses, of all things. Shamilla stiffened at this question, not sure if she should project bits and pieces of white lies like she usually does, or if she should be as transparent as she could afford without seeming like she was trying to cover up her entire reason for being here. When everyone was done explaining what their reasons for becoming Hunters, the room grew quiet as everyone seemed to turn in her direction. Shamilla slowly paused as all eyes veered at her, and she stopped fiddling with the gun for a bit as she went from a hurried state to a more calculated and calm one, "I guess you could say that I came here out of my need for survival...." She began, her voice even and monotone, "I came here because I had no other choice, I had to learn either to defend myself and get stronger, or I would risk losing touch with my skills and not make use of what I have already learned." She said as she picked up the piece that she had missed the first time she assembled it, trying to make it click into a fit where it was supposed to go into, "I have to fight for my future or it will catch up to me somehow. And that's why I'm here, to make use of the abilities I was born with in order to build an inkling of a better, brighter future for myself." She said as her fiddling's with the rifle went back up in intensity as she finished her explanation of why she chose to risk life and limb just to be here.
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