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Rising Shadows: A RWBY Tale redroseknight Vagabond Spectre FiveElemental

 

[AwesomeK13]

SABLE​

Beacon Acadamy. The signature school for the Kingdom of Vale. A place for potential huntsmen and huntresses to make or break their dreams. It is an area synonymous with adventure, joy, unity, and above all else; danger. Danger followed anyone who dared fight humanity's greatest enemies, the Grimm. Those who choose the path of fighting Grimm understand that every day new hazards will attempt to end their lives like a snuffed flame. Yet, sometimes the greatest dangers do not come from the Grimm. In rare cases, it is from within that the true harm lie.

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A warm breeze flowed in the air. Coincidently welcoming those it touched on the day it was needed most. For most of the students surrounding Sable Kage, a welcoming breeze was a relief. Nerves ran high as anticipation for deboarding the airship grew stronger the closer it came to touchdown. The fact that so many of the hundred or so students at the stomachs in knots because of their first day at Beacon made Sable want to be sick. Not in the same way that many students were getting sick from high altitudes and rocking airships alike. No, Sable in his observations of those around him had an internalized disgust towards those he viewed as weak. As he now did for the majority of first-day students around him.

First-day jitters were nowhere to be found in the dark-haired 18-year-old. It felt stupid to him to have such feelings over something so insignificant. He had faced assassins, Grimm, and mercenaries. Nothing about the current situation came remotely close. So there he perched. In the far corner of an airship near a clear window. His pale yellow eyes tracking the scenery around him. His brooding and chilling nature made sure most didn't dare go near the fierce-looking warrior. Those who dared to engage were met with silence and yellow daggers staring at them. Much like a Grimm, the mere presence of Sable Kage made those around him flee in terror.

A female voice rang in over the intercom of the ship, announcing one minute until touchdown. A wave of murmurs both part excited and terrified echoed through the metal walls. Causing another similar wave of revolt in Sable's mind. Pathetic, he thought with irritation. As he had done so many times whilst on the short airship ride, Sable debated teleporting out of the ship and heading straight to Beacon. The only thing stopping him was the fact that he hadn't the slightest clue where to go. Having never been to or around Beacon Academy, he was more than likely just going to get himself lost. So the young man did as he was told for once and stayed put. Waiting less than patiently for the soon to come landing.

"Congratulations," The same intercom voice as before stated. "You have officially arrived at Beacon. Welcome to your new home."

As she finished a slight jolt from the bottom of the ship confirmed her words. They had indeed landed and thus were at Beacon's front steps. For nearly all aboard the ship this was the accumulation of years of training and tribulations. And to a degree, the same could be said for Sable.

From the corner of his vision, Sable watched students hurriedly rush outwards their future. While some stragglers took longer than the others to leave, eventually everyone including Sable was off the ship. Before him, a vast and picturesque campus stood proud. Great white towers stood guard over the academy. Giving warning to enemies and a sense of protection to friends. The campus as a whole was pristinely kept and blindingly pale. As if the ground itself shined with a deserved pride garnered by years of selfless service.

As Sable walked down the main pathway of the school he was (regretfully) accompanied by others heading the same direction. Even as he tried to hang towards the back of the crowd, he still somehow became swept up in the stampede. Shoved this way and that by shoulders and elbows. Once more he debated teleporting away and removing himself from the crowd. Though the same rationale that kept him aboard the airship kept him in the sad excuse of a line. After a few minutes, the mob reached its destination and dispersed accordingly. Friends and acquaintances formed small groups in the large auditorium everyone now found themselves in. While those unable or unwilling to do so simply stood solemn. Unsurprisingly this was the action Sable took as he waited for whatever would come next. 10 boredom-filled minutes later and a man emerged from the wings of the stage in the center of the auditorium. Shifting his gaze from the paintings in the room to the man now on stage; Sable saw an older gentleman with frosted hair and a green scarf. Not unlike the black scarf Sable always wore. The man with white hair approached a podium in the middle of the stage. The tapping of his cane followed with him every step. Once reaching the podium he cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and tapped his cane on the ground. Loudly though as to draw in the rooms other patrons' attention. Ozpin... Sable thought vacantly. The man responsible for Sable ever even considering attending a huntsman academy now stood before him. For the first time in months, Sable was face to face with him once more. Relatively speaking. There were still leagues of students between the two. But, if he wasn't mistaken Ozpin made a clear split-second amount of eye contact with Sable.

"Hello, future huntsmen and huntresses," Ozpins calm yet friendly voice amplified out. "Today marks a new chapter for all of you. A new story in your very own tale. I look around here and see smiling faces, worried glances, and admittedly some bored expressions," He chuckled. "Most of all though, I see our world's future protectors. No matter any of your backgrounds, I know you will all live up to your potential. But, it will not be easy. You will face excruciating tasks and painstaking lessons alike in the years to come. it will not be a tranquil walk through the forest. It will be a great trek through thorns and brambles. Yet, at the end of this trail, you will arrive at your destiny. Even if that destiny may not be what you expect. Thank you all, and welcome to Beacon."

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Almira Laura G. Carnation​

If one were to ask a few students aboard on an Airship going to Beacon Academy about a girl wearing a hat with a carnation flower decorated over, most of them had seen the hatted girl wandering aimlessly around the airship moments earlier. They appeared rather short in stature, wears a creased and dirty dress that should have been a rag at this point, and had a sort of metal prosthetic arm on her left. She was first seen standing near the exit of the airship, walking around the central hull, obviously lost. She was obviously paid no mind to by random students despite their active repositioning around the airship. It was only when she was caught attempting to enter the cock pit area's door, she stopped moving around. She was escorted back by a rather lenient crew member who saw her.

"You have officially arrived at Beacon. Welcome to your new home."

Minutes later... By the windows of the airship, a peculiar rather short girl can be seen looking down on Remnant alone. This was no doubt the lost little lass from earlier of the trip. A new home? Gives quite a huge bag of mixed feelings for the girl. She barely knew anyone here or better yet where she is going. Just her and her self-made weapon among the sea of potential huntsmen and huntresses. Unlike most first-year students, she appears to be unfazed despite lonesomeness, if anything. There is unshakable curiosity in her eyes, hence her early snooping around. Luckily, the girl hasn't moved out of the window view, clearly immersed from the view below. Shortly after, the airship kisses the ground, releasing the students into the breathtaking academy that is Beacon Academy.

It was a structure so grand that the girl had to reveal her face under the brim of her hat, as she looks up to it. The warm breeze gently breezing her as she beelines towards the academy. It was indeed warm but as for someone who lives in Vacuo, this breeze hardly registered to her as warm. Before she even knew it, she was now standing in a hall with many gathered students. The voices and chatter seize after a few minutes have passed. The attention of most students looked into the stage, a white-haired man with a cane elegantly walks to the front and center. Greeting the students to the academy following up with a form of test through a dangerous forest. This intrigued her already yet at the same time a bit confused as to why so sudden when the students just arrived so soon. Not like it matters now, she was standing way in the back for her voice to be heard or her hands raised. The crowd kept her rather hidden from the staff up front, plus the fact that she seems to have forgotten to remove her hat adds concealment to her face.

 

[redroseknight]

Calliope Carmine
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While there were plenty of occupants on the air ship who kept completely to themselves, not everyone was quite so isolated. It hadn't taken long at all for there to be a small congregation of students in the middle section of the airship having a delightful conversation. Calliope had always been a very social young woman; it was just in her nature to find common ground with other people and to try to include them in conversation so that the air was less tense. And boy was the atmosphere in the airship filled with apprehension! Calliope could practically feel it down to her bones. She was just grateful that the airship was spacious enough that her wings were not forced to be kept too tightly against her body. That would have made for an even more uncomfortable trip! There had been some students who had immediately looked to Calliope with disdain due to being a faunus, but she was able to ignore that reaction in favor of those who engaged her in pleasant conversation. Later she could question what it was about herself that caused such a negative reaction: it would be rude to ignore someone trying to hold her attention.

Once the airship landed and the students were permitted to disembark, Calliope gathered her lyre and followed the crowd of young people. She gave her wings a good stretch once there was enough room to do so, allowing herself to take in the sight of Beacon Academy. Gracious, it was so much larger than she had anticipated! The faunus heard her name called by a couple of her new friends, and the young woman laughed and quickly moved to catch up to them. Together they made their way to the auditorium, Calliope wincing every now and then when an eager student shoved into her wings roughly. Those were attached, thank you! She held her tongue rather than lashing out at the students, reminding herself that they were likely just overly excited for their new life at the academy.

Once positioned in the auditorium, Calliope and her new friends carried on their conversation while waiting for the start of ceremonies. Then silence reigned once a man with snowy hair and a vibrant green scarf stepped onto the stage. She looked to the cane that he held, curiosity striking the teen. He looked rather young and able-bodied, so why did he have need for such an implement? Her question was soon pushed aside as Ozpin began giving a speech regarding the trials and tribulations facing the students in the near and distant future. Yes, she had been cautioned quite frequently by her family that this was a very dangerous road she was choosing to pursue. Still, Calliope had no doubt in that moment that it was the right action to take. She just knew that this was the best way for her to be able to help others. If she could help ease the suffering of even one other person in the world, keep them from the same pain and despair that filled the lives of countless others, then it would all be worth it.

The faunus held her lyre close against her chest and stood a little straighter. She was ready to meet any challenge head on.

 

[FiveElemental]

Ramien Durandel​

Opening his eyes with a sudden jolt that shook his body, quickly shifted his eyes around, getting refamiliarized with his surroundings. He recalled being on the airship, headed for Beacon Academy, seeing people were deboarding en mass, he followed suit.

Pushing his head to the side, as his neck make an audible crack, stretching out his arms, as he stepped out of the airship, and deported onto the concrete shippad. As a warm breeze blew against his face. He felt a slightly goofy, yet contempt smile slowly crept onto his face.

"Finally... this time for sure, I'll make it."

Last year was not the most ideal time for him, as he had failed the initiation last year, and was sent back home. He vividly remembered being decimated by a surprise attack from a Nevermore, which left him almost dying, and waking up in the medical ward. His aura was always extremly flimsy, with it only being able to take one strong strike. He .. He was sent home immediately after that, not surprising, but still a major dissapointment. This year, will be different. He had something new up his sleeve.

As Ramien wandered down the cobbled street, following the exctatic and travel-weary crowd of prospecting hunters, he saw a few staying behind, feeling too weary and seasick, walking towards the auditorium, where Ozpin would make his announcement introducing everyone to Beacon Academy.

Standing in a random spot among the masses of prospecting Hunters, their attention shifted the the upheld stage towards one of the walls, the auditorium was more set up to be a theater, as a familiar man walking on a cane, despite that, he was carrying himself with a trained elegance and dexterity.

"Hello, future huntsmen and huntresses," Ozpins calm yet friendly voice amplified out, echoing throughout the auditorium. "Today marks a new chapter for all of you. A new story in your very own tale. I look around here and see smiling faces, worried glances, and admittedly some bored expressions," As Ozpin chuckled, and Ramien chuckled along with Ozpin, and many of the other hunters "Most of all though, I see our world's future protectors. No matter any of your backgrounds, I know you will all live up to your potential. But, it will not be easy. You will face excruciating tasks and painstaking lessons alike in the years to come. it will not be a tranquil walk through the forest. It will be a great trek through thorns and brambles. Yet, at the end of this trail, you will arrive at your destiny. Even if that destiny may not be what you expect. Thank you all, and welcome to Beacon."

Being drawn to the speech, even though he had heard it last year, it still filled him with joy and hope, as he was standing in the one of the most prestigious Hunter academy in the world, a place where he can fulfil his goals.

 

[AwesomeK13]

SABLE​

The night following Ozpin's welcoming speech was a dull one all things considering. After the vast excitement and high levels of adrenaline that most students encountered throughout the day; a large slumber party was a converse situation for everyone to find themselves in. While the new students awaited team formation they had been placed in a temporary living situation. An emptied grand hall that smelled of ash and teenage sweat. Each student had been given a sleeping bag and directions to the bathroom. Aside from that, they were left to their own devices. Some played music for those around them, others engaged in light chatter in an attempt to make friends, and a few even started games with their fellow students. Sable though kept to himself as he always did. Tucked away in a gloomy corner atop his sleeping bag. He had already changed into his sleepwear and was finishing up his nightly ritual of journal writing.

...and everyone is so loud here. The talking, the music, the screaming. It's all so annoying.

As he finished up the last few entries in his journal, a large thump was heard next to him. Looking to the left he saw a large brown ball had landed next to him. Only a few inches from having directly hit him the ball was easily in arms reach. Irritated at the interruption, Sable closed his journal and returned it to its resting place in his duffel. Looking around he tried to find who had thrown the ball. To his surprise, no student came forward to claim the toy. Perhaps they had lost track of it. Or perhaps the abrasive aura Sable gave off kept anyone from approaching. Just as it had done on the airship. Slowly Sable picked up the ball and rolled it in his hands. Letting its weight shift in his palms. With a heavy sigh, he stood up from his sleeping bag and moved about the halls.

He had decided after some consideration to make an attempt to find the owner of the ball. While not normally something he would have done, he decided to do so for one reason. To scold the owner. He wanted to return the ball, look at the owner, and tell them just how much of a cretin they were. With righteous fury in his steps, Sable went to the first person he found who seemed like they might have been the owner. A Faunus with black wings and matching dark hair. He approached from the back, shouted a less than pleasant "Hey, this yours?" to her. His always chilly tone carried his intentions clearly to those who heard it.

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[redroseknight]

Calliope Carmine​

The nervous energy in the ballroom was palpable for someone like Calliope who tended to be rather in tune with the emotions of those around her. She was a woman who thrived off of intuition rather than cold, hard logic. Perhaps it was because she was such an artistic and sensitive soul. No doubt someone would eventually find it amusing to break down the young woman's psychological profile. In order to distract herself from such rampant chaos, she had once more rejoined her new found friends. The small group of girls were giggling at a joke that one of them had said when the entire atmosphere in their immediate area changed. It was like static lingering in the air which made Calliope's feathers begin to puff up in subconscious reaction to the tension. Calliope's back had been turned, so she hadn't seen the young man approaching with a scowl on his face. Oh, but her companions had. Rather than speaking up, the other girls backed away a step and immediately fell silent.

At being addressed, Calliope completely turned around to face Sable. Gracious, this young man seemed quite surly! What in the name of Remnant did this boy have to be so angry about? He looked as if he was ready to wage war with the world, and the thought of that brought out those pesky maternal instincts of Calliope's. She was only seventeen years old, but she still had the propensity to try to be a mother hen to practically every soul she met that seemed to have lost their way. None seemed to be in quite the same state as this angry young man! Well! She could help him, she was absolutely certain!

"I'm afraid that the ball that you're holding isn't mine. But I'm sure that we can find its owner together. I'm sure that whoever it belongs to is missing it greatly." She turned her attention to her new friends who were all completely speechless at how Calliope was handling the situation at hand. She didn't even seem phased in the slightest by the young man's gruff attitude! "We'll catch up later. Try not to have too much fun with out me!" she laughed before taking a step toward Sable with one of her disarming smiles tugging on her lips. Calliope usually compared herself to her sisters when she had been around those who were more familiar with them. They had such lovely golden blonde hair and brilliant, clear blue eyes that made their pristine white wings look all the more majestic. For once she didn't have to worry about measuring up to some impossible standard set by her ethereal looking older siblings. Instead, she was focused completely on trying to make the night go by easier for every person that she came in contact with. Every person was a potential friend and partner, after all!

"I feel that an introduction is in order before we make our way. My name is Calliope. What's yours?" she inquired while maintaining that friendly smile and a warm tone to her mezzo-soprano voice.

 

[FiveElemental]

Ramien Durandel​

Sitting down, and expelling out a shallow breath, letting himself slow his breathing, as he carefully handled a green polearm with rifle butt attached at one of the ends, the polearm head being a large axehead forged. Closing his eyes, as a slight blue hue slowly covered the weapon.

"Oh, there's a chamber of gravity dust attached the axehead, no wonder why it was so light. Pretty creative use..."

"Your recoil dampener is a bit loose." He stated methotically as he returned the weapon to a boy standing in front of him.

"Wait, seriously?! You're crazy, I'd never miss something that..." The young huntsman in training replied to a boy wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants, before taking back his weapon, as he shook the back of the rifle, as he heard a slight rattling.

"Well I'll be... you're the real deal aren't yah! How much for repairs?"

"A hundred lien, but I doubt you'll need to pay for a repair that minor."

"Yeah man, I can fix this myself in a jiffy, but thanks for the free check-up." The hunter in training casually replied, before he left him to his own devices. His comments having a small rippling effect on the as another huntsman in training came up to him. Slowly escalating into a small crowd began gathering around him, wanting a free diagnostic before the event tomorrow... it was gonna be a long night.

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The line dissipated as he began churning out analysis with scans from his semblance, the custom weapondry of the huntsmen in training. Most being expremely complicated and convoluted. He managed to satisfy the crowd in a resonable time, with only a few weapons actually having issues. As he went to the small pile of weapons he was requested to repair, multiple rifles, a few blades, and even a shovel. Working with each unfamiliar weapon with a meticulous, and uncanny familiar care, as if he has been with these weapons since the day he was born. His focus being only on the weapon itself, the murmuring and chatting of the other, the loud music being blasted, all becoming white noise, the only sound that mattered was the sound of slightly clattering metal, with each weapon being fixed swiftly and precisely. As he finished another weapon repair, he decided to get up from his seated position and to stretch.

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Almira Laura G. Carnation

Interaction: FiveElemental

It was a wild day for the Vacou Girl. None quite she has seen back home. Today has been an unforgettable experience for Almira, as the sun goes down. So does the energy of the student. The night came and everyone was prepared to sleep for the next day. At least a handful of them, what appears to be the school ballroom was turned into a giant sleeping room for the students which Almira found strange but not off-put, assuming this is the rather strange procedure for the academy. She was informed that this will be a temporary event.

One does not have to look far and wide to find a very mobile girl among the sleeping bags. A short girl wearing ragged brown pajamas can be seen walking around the ballroom with no sign of stopping. Taking in the noise around her. Hopping from social circle to social circle just to interrupt briefly, appears to be speaking before leaving seconds later.

It didn't take long for the young lady to stumble upon another gathering group of people, the only difference now is that the folks gathered are armed with weapons of all kinds. Of course, these are eye candy for the girl. It didn't take long for her to immerse into the crowd, even squeezing through for a front-row ticket class view. There was a red spiky-haired boy, holding weapons and examining them, before returning them to their owners. Appears there seems to be no outrageous event is going on, she came in assuming there was trouble at first. Unfortunately arriving too late at the scene. The boy was already done with the last weapon diagnostic to give himself a little stretch.

"Ey, whatcha doin'? Especially at this time of the evening?" The boy may feel a rough tug on the back of his shirt, turning and looking down. He'll meet face to face with a fading black-to-green-haired girl, with a rather curious look in her eyes. "How ya do? Today been treatin' ya well? Lovely evening we're having!" The girl was a bit close to the personal space of the boy.​

 

[FiveElemental]

Ramien Durandel​

Interaction: Vagabond Spectre ​

"Ey, whatcha doin'? Especially at this time of the evening?"

He let a small screwdriver slip out of his grasps as he felt a rough, strong tug on his shirt, the screwdriver clattered to the floor,, the noise muffled by the general noise around him, as he quickly turned around, shifting his attention to see a large blue brim hat, and a petite, mocha-colored girl underneath said hat. Looking at him with intense curiousity, as he finished the lastest, and last weapon he was hired to work on.

"How ya do? Today been treatin' ya well? Lovely evening we're having!" The girl spoke joyously, as Ramien slipped a chuckle out

"That's an awfully redundant statement." He replied with a humored tone, as his eyes fixated on the girl; shorter than him in height, short forest green hair draping down to her shoulders, and eyes burning with wonder and curiousity. "I'm just fixing weapons that needs fixing here." He replied, and motioned his hand over a small weapons pile that was slowly dimishing, as other students were picking through the pile, and pulling out their weapons. As he looked back at the enthusistic student, who was slurping up the weapons on display like eye candy.

"Did yah want your weapon checked too?" He asked the girl with a joyful smile, with an equally enthusiastic tone, almost as if reflecting the enthusiasm that the Vacuo-Descendent Girl was radiating. His eyes burning with an equally passionate curiousity.