XXXThe young woman's head would shake softly at Ren's words involving his weapon. That wasn't entirely what she meant in terms of disarmament. Even if he lost his boots, he still had his fighting style focused in melee combat. In that sense, he'd always have a weapon available, though not quite as reinforced. That was something that both Oswald and himself had on her and that was her lack of skill in unarmed combat. It was for that exact reason that her semblance and weapon were so fine-tuned so that she wouldn't be put in a situation where she was disarmed. Both of them allowed her to manifest a weapon in any situation, so long as she wasn't banned from utilizing those abilities. Which brought us to Oswald's suggestion, one that actually made her unsettled about her tournament idea. Oswald wanted them to duke it out with natural fighting ability, no weapons or abilities. However... That immediately turned the fight in his favor above all others, with Ren as a close second. Between punches and kicks, who could do more damage? Either way, they had the home-field advantage. "While I'm not entirely opposed, nor do I back down from a challenge. I do feel as if some of us will have the home-field advantage in such a circumstance. I suggest we put it towards a vote and plan accordingly. So long as this tournament does not interfere with our studies, I have nothing to oppose." If her teammates were willing to put it to a vote, then that would make matters much easier. Once she finished her personal display of weapon maintenance and started tinkering, she would begin planning a method of attack. To what extent would abilities be banned? What exactly counted as natural fighting ability? Semblances clearly wouldn't be allowed, nor would her ember based weaponry from her tinderbox. What about her wings? That did count as a natural capability for her, giving her dominance of the sky to create a distance. Eventually, though, she'd have to return to earth in order to conduct a method of attack. This would surely prove to be a difficult task, but... She couldn't allow herself to let her victorious record be tarnished, not while her duel with Garret lingered on the horizon. The winter haired girl would continue to ponder such thoughts as she reached for a welding mask and the torch accordingly. After all, even with her mind clouded with combat scenarios, she still had work to do on this scrap. Perhaps the upgrade she was intending to make wouldn't assist her in this tournament, but it would still add to her longevity in any other combat based situation. That was of course if it even worked. For the duration of class, she would continue to weld the bits of silver and metal together. Every so often, her team would surely see small bursts of blue embers as she tested it frequently. Only time would tell if she made any progress.
Lance entered the training area with a sense of firm determination. It was rare that he got to train with formal equipment at his own home--usually his 'formal equipment' was a passing huntsman or huntress that they provided for--and so the opportunity to do so at his leisure was something that he was scarce to pass up. Almost immediately, he found what appeared to be robots suited for practicing melee and ranged combat alike. Thinking to practice his blade techniques first, he made his way up to one of the robots, and pressed the switch. Soon, the programming within this device would ask for calibrations; normal movements of his in order for the A.I. within to determine his relative skill level, and determine the base difficulty of his 'opponent'.
After getting everything situated, Lance took a couple of swings at the robot with weapons in hand. It responded to his attacks with surprising accuracy and speed, coinciding with a small monitor on its chest which seemed to be evaluating him. With such a scoring mechanism in mind, the young man upped his pace, incorporating swirling slashes, side-to-side strikes, and even a few slicing uppercuts to see how this machine would react. He continued like this for a while, only stopping when he needed to take a breather. At that point, the bar shifted around for a few moments before settling rather...low?
If the boy had thought he was alone, he would have been wrong. Up in the rafters of the building, like a spider, Amélie was waiting. For next class or a student to come in for her office hours. "Usually it’s polite to let one know they're in the building." Climbing a rope down the twenty-one year old teacher looked to the man, her weapon slung across her back. Lifting up a tablet she'd take an image of the boy, running it through the school database to see who he was. "Welcome to the class room, glad to see you take advantage of the class room." Giving a soft smirk as she would slideup the difficulty on the robot. "I am Amélie Lacriox, the Weapons teacher."
The weapons teacher approached with a grace and silence that was a bit unsettling to the huntsman-to-be. However, he did his best to internalize that surprise and gave her a straight face. "Didn't know anyone was here, honestly. Since these robots are automated, I figured there wouldn't be a need for a teacher." He took note of her adjusting the difficulty...but without knowing just how far these robots scaled up, it would require a physical test in order to see just how badly she'd turned the tables on him.
"Anyway, it's nice to meet you. I'm Lance Cle-" A sudden burst of movement in his peripherals cut the young man off short as the robot sprung to life; the countdown appeared to have expired after the manual difficulty adjustment. A single punch from the robot's arm carried significant force, enough to send him sliding back a good five feet. The song of clashing metal was clear through the room after the robot's fist clashed with the side of his blade. His instincts were in full swing now, years of living on the border putting him back into that survival mode.
The survival mode that was pounded into him by countless wandering huntsmen. The survival mode that made him an ace in combat among his peers. And yet, it didn't seem to be enough. The bottom machinery shifted into a pair of legs, another added component to these robots seeming to be inclusion of more body parts with increased difficulty. He was given barely a moment's rest before the machine lunged at frightening speed, quickly overtaking him with a vicious combination of punches and kicks. Defense seemed to be his only option.
'Just how much did she adjust the difficulty? This...' a moment's deliberation was a punishable offense. His foe had performed an insanely quick combination of power moves. A flying knee strike clashed with his blades in the front, quickly transitioning into an axe kick while using the backward momentum from the block. Just as Lance raised his blades to block, an extension of one of the arm joints fired a surprise punch to his stomach, creating physical recoil as the young man was sent barreling into the wall behind him.
Detecting that the opponent had been knocked down, the robot temporarily ceased its assault until verifying whether its opponent wished to continue or not. It was likely that higher difficulties would not present such a luxury.
Watching the fight unfold she’d get a good idea of where Lance was at. "It’s because we have live ammunition and weapon mods stored here. Unless the door is locked there is a staff member present." Kneeling down Amélie would set the droid for repair and rest, a few simple clicks. "You have potential and room to grow." Smiling sne'd step back the robot getting up and returning to the line of its felling combat dummies. "Minus meal times and lights out we have an open door policy. Besides that the Grimm threat seems like it warrants an open schedule for training." Slinging her weapon forward she'd let Lance have a good look at the sniper that’s claimed so many dead. "So Lance, do you have range or are you strictly close quarters."
Widget had regained her sight and hearing by the time they were dropped off at Beacon. She was genuinely upset though. Her suit was durable as all hell, even if it was clunky and basic. If not fully intact still, it would still be salvageable. Or so she believed. However, the military was not willing to expend the resources needed to recover it. On top of her being functionally useless in combat without it, it was her life's work and she was extremely proud of it. Even if they would replace it and the replacement would likely be made far more professionally and cleaner, it wouldn't be hers. And then, there was the whole ordeal with her team being disbanded. She might have gotten along with the majority of them, though, while she knew Tabby meant well, her rachous nature gave Widget pause in how well she thought they might get on in the long run. Still, the second they landed, she didn't even thing to go hit the showers or eat. She hadn't been given a deadline for when her new suit would come in and, if she was teamed with others and got a mission before that point, she'd need to improve her current weapons. So, she made straight for the Weapons class. They had workstations to tinker and she might find some inspiration for modifications either from the material there or the instructor, should she be around.
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After testing out her new equipment design Amélie would return to the class room. "Gear keeps slipping..." Walking in she had opened her grappler, adjusting the gear. Stopping dead in her tracks, she’d look right to the girl. "Can I help you? I have an open door policy but usually I’m here." placing the grappler down on the table she'd look directly to the girl. "Miss Amélie Lacroix, Weapons Teacher." She'd point to her rifle up on the wall. "That’s the one thing in here you can’t touch. Everything else, parts, ammo, bots, are all fair game." She looked at the girl after gesturing to each one. "What are you needing?"
Widget turned to look at the woman over her shoulder, her tinted goggles over her eyes as usual, as she spoke, following her arm to the rifle on the wall. When she spoke herself, her voice was incredibly soft and a bit monotonous."Sorry. I'm used to people just not really noticing me. But, I just got here myself. I'm Scarlet DeMonde, though, I prefer Widget. I was on that big mission the military organized. I just got back. I was hoping to work on my weapons. I don't know when my Exosuit will get replaced, so, all I have to work with is my stun baton and handgun. And they're not really impressive. Might be able to do something against a beowulf...but, that's about it."She pulled the mentioned weapons out, already unloaded and disabled. A note of resentment did enter her voice though when she mentioned the Exosuit."I was thinking of modifying my gun to fire slightly larger calibers, or maybe to reinforce it to fire dust rounds..though, the Exosuit is my main weapon and it uses Dust. With the shortage of facilities to refine dust into a usable form though...not sure if I'll want to use dust rounds for it.." ♏101010100011010111110011010♏TEAM: NTSS♏010110011111010110001010101♏
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♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ Standard Pistol ♦ Stun Baton ♦ Ballistic and Dust munitions ♦ Heavily Tinted Goggles
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Taking a few mental notes of what Widget was saying the teacher would nod, the resentment in the girls voice was clear compared to the monotone speech that seemed normal. Examining the pistol Amélie had it disassembled in no time and on the table. "Widget, the issue with larger caliber rounds is pistols tend to have a set ammo type." Looking over to Widget she'd begin to assemble the pistol, her gaze never breaking. "We can give this a more sub machine gun look, putting it in a new case with a stock and a slightly longer barrel. Maybe a sight on top of that." Pistol fully assembled Amélie would grab a magazine, sliding it into the gun then firing. Her shots nailing a target. "We can give you other ammo types. Hallow points, Full Metal Jacket, maybe a spare dust Mag or two. As for upgrades." Placing the pistol down she'd walk to a drawer, opening several before pulling out a sheet. Placing it down the paper showed the exact pistol with potential upgrades. "These are just base modifications. Some are cosmetic, others improve firing rate or ammo capacity. Even a few offer recoil control. Sadly we can’t make this shoot larger caliber as is."
Widget cocked her head a bit as the teacher took the weapon and broke it down while explaining possible upgrades and effectively shutting down the idea of increasing the calibre."It's still possible. It would take extensive frame modification including the barrel and chamber and it'd have to be done in a very precise way. It would force much more regular maintenance of the weapon going forward as well. As I said though, it is a backup weapon. So, if things go as planned, I would only have occasionally need of it. Of course, the optimal solution would be to simply purchase a gun that was already slightly higher calibre. But, I already have design modifications in mind for my next exosuit."
She pulled her scroll out and set it down on the table, bringing up a file and displaying in in hologram mode. What showed was an incredibly detailed and precise breakdown of a Mech-like Exosuit, clearly based off of old Atlas designs, but revamped, brought up to date, and heavily modified. A swipe of the display showed pages upon pages of notes and formulae, some done a dozen times over to verify an answer. At the end, there were notes on a detachable accelerant tank fueling a mounted flamethrower and a defensive electronic system to generate a pulse of electricity along the surface of the suit to electrocute smaller Grimm that might cling to it. There were sections that seemed to be attempts to test something that were crossed out all over the place, seeming to indicate that these specs and plans were not something she simply copied and pasted. She had clearly taken a base design for this and worked on it, making it her own and she kept notes of her failures.
"As you can see, the suit is...rather complex. I'm not entirely sure I can expect everything to simply be available right out the gate. As such, I'd much rather save my money in the event I need to order parts or materials. I don't really have a whole lot left right now. These suits tend to be pretty expensive and I sank most of my money into the first version which the military is more than happy to leave buried in a cave, even though I can guarantee it's either predominantly intact, or at least completely salvageable with not much work." ♏101010100011010111110011010♏TEAM: NTSS♏010110011111010110001010101♏
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♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ Standard Pistol ♦ Stun Baton ♦ Ballistic and Dust munitions ♦ Heavily Tinted Goggles
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"Yes, which is why at that point you might as well purchase a new gun. Trust me, even as a back up, let’s adjust the trigger and grip. We'll also extend the mag with some Full Metal Jacket rounds." Amélie would watch, studying the blueprint of the exo-suit. Taking mental notes of it all. "A member of Team JOLD could help you build, she has her own harness/Exo suit she made. If you think it’s intact you could ask around, see if a crew might go scavenging. We had a student, who left, and that’s what she does now." Looking at the design once more she'd keep studying. "Otherwise, and it'll take time, we can order it in pieces. Some of there parts aren’t just on hand. Looking at your designs some of these are custom orders which would take even longer to get here." A sigh came as she thought about it, putting out a mission would risk lives potentially. On the other hand ordering the parts would cost a small fortune. "What pieces of tech do you absolutely need. The pieces you absolutely can’t live without. Until we get those we modify the crap out of your pistol and stun baton. We also train to get you proficient enough that these back up weapons can become primary weapons."
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Widget considered the suggestions for modifications. She wasn't really surprised other students had suits. It was a strong asset to have. As for the suggestion of scavenging it, she simply shook her head."We barely made it out of there alive. Hundreds, if not thousands of Ravagers. And the area it's in isn't really stable enough to use most area of effect attack systems. Sending some assault drones down would likely thin them out enough to make it manageable for a strike force, but, I doubt many salvaging teams got that kind of equipment or manpower willing to face Grimm."When the topic turned to custom orders, Widget cocked her head."I never ordered parts. I had use of a workshop with everything needed to make them myself, provided I could order the core materials. But, I suppose the power systems would be the most complex things and take the most time. Engine, powered rotors, those sorts of things."
She shifted a bit when the instructor started talking about getting her proficient with her side weapons."To be honest. I'm not sure if I even want to be a huntress. The suit was a project I used to keep my mind busy. Before I knew it, I was tossed out of the orphanage I grew up in and had basically nothing. Going to school here came with food and a roof so...I kinda just figured I would try it out. At worst, I'd be learning how to be something I never wanted to be and had no intention of doing, but have a roof over my head and food until I could get myself sorted out. Maybe learn another trade in the process through things like this class and cybernetics. I...don't really feel like I'm that suited for combat. I'm small, weak, and my semblance kind of backfires on me. I can't be in pretty much any lighting without my goggles or I'll go blind and loud noises can render me deaf for a while. About the only thing I have gong for me is..."She paused and her tail slid out of the back of her shirt, the chitinous shell clicking softly as it shifted. The barb at the end of her tail was currently capped with rubber to avoid any accidents."I"m a Death Stalker Faunus...you can imagine how much of a pain that is...But, my tail reacts incredibly fast, but, half the time, it's like it acts on its own. Most of the time, I can hit someone with it in the time it takes them to ball their fists."
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♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ Standard Pistol ♦ Stun Baton ♦ Ballistic and Dust munitions ♦ Heavily Tinted Goggles
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"You would be surprised what people are capable of with proper motivation." Amélie would simply listen, letting the girl talk. Taking a seat up on the table she'd look straight forward, dropping her head with a sigh. "To be fair I didn’t think I would teach, even be a huntress. In my youth, not too long ago, I wanted to be a dancer. I was skilled, classically trained, won many contests. Then event changed that and set me down a different a rode." Pointing to the girls tail she'd go back to the topic of weapons. "That tail will save you close quarters but at range you lose every time. Get proficient with the pistol, you don’t need to nail each shot but close enough to keep someone from shooting at you. Now you can build something here but if I don’t have the materials we need to order it." Turning to smoke she'd go to a mini fridge, reforming and grabbing a water and a small container of grilled chicken. Going back to her seat, Amélie would begin to snack. "Learning many skills won’t hurt along your path to future employment. But your semblance, what is it? If you don’t mind me asking that. We had one student who was a nuclear reactor basically."
