Fandom Rwby AU. (Closed)

[Foster]

It was with a start that Foster awoke, briefly disorientated as he got to grips with the unfamiliar environment. Bright lighting, rows of plush seating and the distinctive whine of a plane’s engine. Ah yes, now he remembered. This particular craft was transporting him and the rest of this group of huntsman in training to Beacon academy, the best of its kind. Or at least that’s what he’d told his Grandfather in order to actually convince the old grouch to book him a seat on this flight. Straitening up in his seat the young man half-heartedly rubbed one of his eyes and stretched his body as much as possible within the confines of his seat, taking care not to accidentally elbow his current neighbour. Looking back at it was no wonder that he’d drifted off, the last 48 hours had been a surreal blur as he prepared for the trip and he’d barely slept a wink due to a potent cocktail of excitement and apprehension. Oddly enough now that he was on the plane those feelings had slipped away and the void left behind had been filled with a sense of righteous resolve. He’d been dreaming of going to a place like this for years after all, the only thing he had left to do was to prove to his family that it was the right choice for him in the end.

Glancing out of the window his steely grey eyes took in the sweeping landscape, nothing but lush forests and mountains for miles around. And there in the middle of the botanical sea stood the spires of Beacon, contrasting starkly against its surroundings. A literal beacon of hope for the population of Remnant. That thought was enough to coax a tiny smirk out of Foster which had the added effect of wiping the last vestiges of sleepiness from his face. By the naked eye it was somewhat difficult to judge how much further they had to travel until they arrived at their destination but Foster guessed it would take no longer than 20 minutes by air. Taking the terrain into account it would take much longer by foot but funnily enough Foster didn’t plan on running all the way to Beacon.

With a crackle of static the ships intercom suddenly came to life with a smooth female voice that was projected into the cabin. “Attention all Beacon academy students, this is your captain speaking. I hope you’ve all got your game faces on because the fun starts here! Right below us at this moment is the recently finished Beacon maze which would make for a lovely summer walk if it weren’t for the fact that we stocked it with a fresh batch of Grimm last night. That’s where you come in! To pass this year’s entry exam you’ve simply got to reach the end of the maze. Easy right? Still for safety reasons you are to partner up with the first other person you meet down there and won’t pass until you both reach the exit. Anyway my times up so thanks for flying air Beacon and we hope to see you with all your limbs intact when we give your baggage to you on the other end.”
A barely audible groan slipped past Foster’s lips as he listened to the announcement. He had thought it a little suspicious that the only possessions they got to keep in the cabins overhead storage were weapons. All the same surely this was kind of joke? A trick they played on the newbies?

As if to answer Foster’s question the back of the plane suddenly opened up, filling the cabin with the sound of powerful winds whipping by.

Not a joke then, it would seem the staff at Beacon just believed in throwing their students in at the deep end. Having now accepted that there was no chance of him catching another quick nap before arriving Foster gritted his teeth and stood up, joining those who had been eager or crazy enough to prepare to jump already. Picking his beloved weapons from the overhead storage he loaded them with the kind of efficiency that only comes from years of practice, not even having to look at what his hands to complete the task. As he watched the first brave souls jump from the back of the plane he cracked his knuckles, body suddenly filled with resolve for the task at hand. This was just like another training mission back home. Yeah, yeah, just another training mission with slightly more dire consequences should he fuck up. With each powerful step towards the end of the plane Foster’s determination grew and by the time he actually reached the open door he’d jumped without even thinking about it, wind whistling past his ears as he fell down towards the endless expanse of green below him.

Landing went better than Foster had expected it to, using Crimson Basilisk’s grappling hook function he managed to latch on to a particularly sturdy looking oak tree and perform a semi graceful swing to break his fall. Thankfully the aircraft they had been in had descended to a relatively low altitude anyway so even those who completely messed up their landing would survive at the cost of a heavy blow to their aura. Safely on the ground he now had two things to do. Firstly he had to locate somebody else to function as his partner for this exercise. Foster cringed internally at the thought of this, his social skills were in dire need of a polish before they could even be called decent. Somehow this was a bigger concern for him than the fact that he knew this place was absolutely crawling with Grimm. Anyway his second and arguably more important task was to navigate this maze all the way to Beacon. Luckily he’d managed to roughly get his bearings on the way down so he at least knew what general direction he had to head in, even if now that he was down amongst the trees and towering hedges he was feeling a little lost. Glancing from side to side with weapons ready he set off into the depths of the maze, growling a curse under his breath. “Guess I’m walking after all.”

 

[vode635]

At least the ride was smooth. Grenian had gotten to the departure point later than most of the other incoming students and wound up stuck in the rear of the airplane. Cramped seat, no window. He'd said a few words to his seatmate before the flight had started but the conversation had died pretty quickly. Everyone on the flight was probably nervous, the rumors had been flying around about the initiations for students from the previous years. All had heard similar things, but there had not been a repeat event as far as anyone on board knew. Not that Grenian was thinking about it that much. His reasons for coming to Beacon and Vale were not entirely academic.

"Attention all Beacon academy students, this is your captain...." Welp, here goes nothing. Grenian checked the underside of his chair just in case. Nope. No parachute. He used the seat in front of him to pull himself up as the blast out loud, cold air crashed into the cabin. When he fist sat down he'd noticed that the cushion on his seat had been marked "flotation device". That came out of the chair and his left arm was hooked through the arm loops. After that it took only a few seconds to retrieve his weapon, pull down his goggles over his eyes, and leap out the rear of the plane.

The number on his HUD read 200 meters and dropping quickly. Gathering speed as he fell, Grenian studied the trees below for any sort of opening or clearing. None show itself. "Alright, this is going to be rough." Grenian angled his body towards the nearest copse of evergreen trees and pulled the cushion up in front of his face. With his Aura surrounding it the pad should survive long enough to slow him down. He folded himself into as tight a ball as he could right as he felt the impact of the first tree on his shield. All the thin branches at the tops of the trees broke easily enough, and Grenian was slowed to the point where he was able to grab onto a thicker branch and stop his fall without yanking his arm out of its socket.

The pine branches were not comfortable to sit on, but as far as Grenian knew most grimm could not climb thin trees all that well. He scanned the forest floor below himself to make sure it was safe on the ground before leaping.

 

[Soliel]

Amy had been resting her eyes for what felt like a moment when the voice crackled over the intercom. As the disembodied voice continued Amy glance around and found a pair who had apperantly become fast friends promising to find each other in the maze. At this sight Amy felt unease worm it’s way to her heart and she scolded herself for sleeping instead of meeting people, people that could very well be her now unknown teammates. When she got a grip on her own turbulent emotions she stood and retrieved Needle, after making sure everything was in place she made her legs stay steady as she walked to the lip of plane and let herself fall.

Her stomach flipped a few times as she free fell but as she watched the trees come closer she let out a quick laugh from the sheer adrenaline before readying Needle. Inserting a wind dust into the cartridge she waited until the ground was all but reaching out to her before she unleashed the blast of wind, angling it just right so she wouldn’t go straight up but instead to the side. It worked as planned and soon her feet were on solid ground once again, patting her hair down quickly she gave Needle a small pat in a silent thank you.

As she began her walk worry creeped up again, fear over making a fool of herself or everyone hating her crept forward. Amy forced herself to walk faster, now was not the time to freak out. Not when she still needed to make a great first impression to her partner, and not when they needed to get through the maze. She had walked for a bit when she heard branches snap somewhere in front of her, or maybe to the side, but she couldn’t tell if it was the heavy footfall of a Grimm or just a person. She readied Needle either way and stepped to out to see for sure.

 

[BrokenRemedy]

Ash was halfheartedly flirting with a small group of faunus, effectively making the majority of them extremely uncomfortable with her presence. The thought didn't bother her though. She thought they were attractive, and she was going to let them know. It was either that, or they were to be treated like another peasant, and she was certain that no one really wanted that. She was more than excited to be on her way to Beacon. A fresh start with the white fang, better training, and the ability to make other students cower under her presence.. hopefully. The idea of being in a team was unsettling, but she was certain that her teammates would see her ability to lead, and make her their leader. Better to make her a leader rather than an enemy. The ram faunus was startled when she heard the voice of the ship's captain over the intercom, she definitely didnt expect something like this to happen, or at least not so soon. As everyone scrambled about to get their gear, Ash casually walked towards the back of the ship, where she could only assume they'd be dropping everyone off at.

If she wanted to show others that she was not to be messed with, she had to show them that she was fearless. As soon as the door to the hangar opened, Ash leapt into the air. For a brief moment, the ambitious girl thought about how cool she must have looked, or how much cooler she would have looked if she had a cape. When she remembered that she was actually free falling, she stopped daydreaming and focused back on the task at hand. Don't die. It didn't take her long to grab Cotton Ball from her side and activate it, encircling herself in a sphere shaped shield. There was no doubt that it would break some of the fall, and she would hopefully be able to come to a complete stop once the shield was broken. Angling herself so her torso was tilted upwards, she prepared for impact. Her shield crashed onto the dirt below her, immediately faltering after the first blow. The recoil from hitting the ground sent her back up into the air, but this time with less force, giving her the opportunity to pull out Stitch and drive it into a nearby tree, bringing her final fall to a semi-graceful stop. The faunus now hung onto her sword that was lodged into a tree trunk, the ground still a few feet below her. Pouting a bit, she yanked her sword from the bark and landed on the ground with a thud.

"That was over complicated, but I looked amazing doing it, so I guess that's all that matters." She said to herself as she stood up, putting her little sword away. It would definitely need some tuning up when they got to the academy, as it wasn't designed to hold a person up, or to be embedded in a tree. In fact, Ash was surprised that what she did actually worked, more or less. Now, all she had to do was figure out where Cotton Ball went flying to, then find an insolent teammate and make them do all of the fighting, and finally make it to Beacon. It was all easy peasy. She looked around, trying to get a feel of her surroundings before heading towards where her shield had broken. She had initially made contact with the ground in a small clearing a few feet away, so she decided it would probably be best to look around that area first. Although being more out in the open did leave her vulnerable to Grimm, should they arrive.

 

[Tigerman1211]

Scanning the rest of cabin of the aircraft from the rear end of it, Glanos Logio was unsurprised to find that this year’s crop of students was altogether unimpressive. There were many people around who looked like they were too scared to go forward with initiation, whatever that was to be, and many were actually sleeping. Sleeping of all things! This was supposed to be the most prestigious Huntsman academy on remnant and some of these imbeciles were taking a midday nap. The lack of professionalism and respect toward the prestigious institution was revolting to the Atlesian. Of course, this was to be expected, he supposed. Vale was a far cry from Atlas, and although many aspects were refreshing, the careless nature of its denizens was not one of them.

Aside from the careless people he did notice a few people who did stand out barely. The quiet one who was sitting next to him, for one was alert and did not have a nervous look on his face, and he seemed to be wearing goggles of an Atlesian make, albeit with all identifying marks scratched off.

“Hmm, interesting. That’s a fairly advanced piece of technology, a bit different than what father worked on but it looks like a more advanced version of that one he showed … he doesn’t look like one of the Schnee or even Atlesian. He might be worth my time, later. But then again maybe not.”

The other was a goat faunus on the opposite side of the room, chatting up a few of the other animals. She seemed the most confident one on board, but also the most obnoxious one out of all of them. Loud, abrasive, full of herself, and blunt to an annoying level.

“Honestly, there’s a point where being forward becomes harassment, and she passed it a few minutes ago. How irritating. Brothers help me if i’m partnered with that scumbag”

Suddenly a voice blared over the loudspeaker, informing them that initiation was going to start. Interesting, very interesting, so they were to jump out of an aircraft? How fun. But he would wait. The obnoxious sheep jumped first, eager to look the fool. One by one they all leaped out of the open back of the aircraft until only a few stragglers were left, and all landing with little sense of style, or showmanship. It was time to show these simpletons how this initiation was supposed to work.

Drawing Harpe with a quick and practiced movement he noticed the lightning dust pommel was missing. Must have fallen off, but either way, it allows him to up the ante a bit. He reached down to two separate pockets on his pants and drew out two dust crystals, fire, and earth. This was going to be a tad wasteful, and altogether frivolous, but it was worth it to show these mongrels their place.

With the crystals in one hand and Harpe in the other, Glanos bolted to the opening and leaped as high as he could, gaining considerable hight before flipping a few times and diving down, his left hand towards the ground and his right pulled back, as if to prime Harpe for a thrust, slowly gaining speed. Once he was almost on the ground, having fallen in a small clearing, he squeezed the dust in his hand to activate them and thrust forward Harpe, activating his semblance
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The effect was instantaneous and very impressive, in his humble opinion. It was as if a bomb went off, lava splashing everywhere with a shallow crater in the middle that took up much of the clearing. Glanos was flat on his face in the middle of the clearing, slightly dazed. He got up, a tad shaky, and looked around.

“Ha, that will be sufficient to give these idiots a taste of what’s to come. Now, before I bring this school to its knees I need to find a partner. All of a sudden he heard a mocking voice from behind, yelling out at him.

"hey dumbass, were the backflips necessary or are you just compensating for something?"

“Oh, brothers please not her.”

He turned around to see the Ram faunus from before standing at the edge of the clearing leaning on a tree with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Damn this school.

 

[Danidify]

IRIS VIOLETTA

Plane > Beacon Maze
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Iris didn't like planes very much. She had nothing against being up in the air, she actually enjoyed heights. No, it was due to the fact that she was expected to remain seated and thus limited for far, far too long.

It was downright boring, but luckily she had some random girl sitting beside her that she could pester for the remainder of the flight. They talked about all sorts of things, really. About the flight, Beacon, guns, weapons, epic stories about explosions, clothes and even other people on the flight (the particularly attractive ones). Iris did most of the talking. Actually, she pretty much did all of the talking. The other girl just awkwardly nodded and giggled, seemingly fearing for her life while the impish lunatic rambled on. Poor girl.

Approximately 2 eternities later, another voice overtook her own, quickly grabbing the Faunus's attention. She was a tad confused at first, but a cheeky smirk formed on her face when the sound of roaring winds suddenly rushed through the cabin. Now, this was exciting.

Getting up from her seat, Iris swiftly collected her most valuable belongings weapons before pushing herself through the mess of people that were also aiming to get to the back. She picked up the pace when she caught sight of the exit, eagerly moving forward to finally trade in the boring plane for a thrilling challenge.

The moment she reached the back of the plane, Iris pulled off a short sprint before jumping right into the open sky, arms spread while she took in the beauty of her surroundings.

"WOOOOHOOOO." She shouted excitedly before being silenced by the increasing pressure of falling down at quite a respectable speed. Iris eventually caught sight of several students reaching the ground, some handling it a bit better than others. It made her remember something very important.

How on Remnant was she going to land?

It was a very good question which she luckily managed to answer after just a few seconds of dabbling in choice. To be fair, she didn't have all that many options, but she did have a lot of attempts thanks to her semblance. So, in case the ground would come dangerously close without her having somehow slowed down, she could just swing herself right back into the air as if nothing happened!

Ideally speaking, she wouldn't be needing those second tries. She had a plan of sorts. It was most likely not without its dangers and flaws, but did that really matter? She didn't think so.

Reaching to the side of her waist, Iris carefully opened up one of the pouches before taking out a translucent ball filled up with dark purple powder. It was one of the few she owned at the moment, but she couldn't care less about using it. She actually had an excuse to do so now, so why wouldn't she? Resourcefulness had never been her strong suit.

Now having a tight grasp around the precious little sphere, Iris acted quickly to get her other hand on her trusty handgun. Pressing down on a button located on the weapon's grip, the weapon quickly metamorphosed into an entirely different construct. The Faunus's eyes returned to look down at the ground, a wide smile resting erratically on her face. For someone who could have a very good chance of faceplanting into the ground, she was oddly satisfied.

When the time came to react, Iris tried to fling the little bomb down before fingers curled around the detonator's safety release and her thumb went for the detonation. In moments, the mystical dust was forced out of its circular canister, a colourful explosion filling the view beneath her. The dust's effect was quick to react, so Iris found herself weightlessly floating merely meters divided from the hard ground. Gravity dust was such a nifty tool.

The zero gravity effect only lasted for a few seconds, sending Iris down to somewhat safely land on the hard dirt below. She had managed to angle herself in a way where she would actually land on her feet, although she did admittedly stumble a bit before gaining stability. Nevertheless, it was a solid landing, and quite the bada** one as well.

Satisfied with her recent achievement, Iris turned the handgun back to its fire-arm state while looking around at where she had landed. With large hedges blocking her way, there wasn't all that much to see, but she did catch some noises that might have been another person landing. Knowing it was advised to stick with another person, Iris started moving towards the noise in an attempt to find a lovely partner. She would enjoy the company, but it was still to determine whether they would.

Tags: JustJazzy (partner in crime according to the random determination thingy on discord)

 

[Foster]

Four dead ends and one straight up loop later and Foster’s patience was wearing thin. The fact that everything looked practically identical wasn’t helping matters, making it a real challenge just to determine if he’d made any progress at all. He could have sworn he’d passed that exact tree multiple times already. Glaring daggers at the slightly sorry looking elm Foster trudged on towards the fork in the path that was coming up. Coming to a halt before split he took a second to examine his choices. Both looked fairly bland and unappealing…well they did until he managed to make out some distinct tracks etched into the dirt. Definitely not human and far too big to be any animal. Grimm then, although what species exactly he couldn’t be sure. Despite hours of listening to his father’s nattering about variations in Grimm biology little had sunk in, no, even from a young age he’d been far more interested in his Grandfather’s tales of slaying the beasts. And although it had been a while since he’d satisfied that particular itch this wasn’t the time or the place, they could very well be graded on how efficiently they got out of this maze so he didn’t want to get involved in any scuffles he could avoid.

“Oh screw this.” He exclaimed, giving up entirely on hopes of doing things the traditional way. Instead he activated his semblance with a satisfying metallic sching, a small smirk on his face as he felt the familiar sensation of his body changing from one of weak and squishy human flesh to that of resilient steel. With newfound resolve he cut right through dense bushes blocking his path, moving them aside as if they were little more than flimsy weeds. Although the speed at which he could walk had been decreased somewhat the fact that he could effectively walk in a straight line all the way to Beacon more than made up for it. He heard the occasional growl being shot his way as he walked but he paid them no notice, he was gone long before anything could even get within swiping range. In fact this was turning into quite the pleasant afternoon walk! The sun was shining, birds were singing and even the endless verdant walls no longer grated on his nerves. In fa-Clunk.

“What the...”
Foster looked down at the poor soul he’d ploughed straight into, his hands shooting up to his head upon realising what had happened. A relatively small girl sporting long blonde hair tipped with pink lay before him, knocked to the ground by the lumbering pile of human metal that had hit her.
“Fuck are you alright? I should have been looking where I was going, I didn’t even see you ther-“
Then it dawned on him. This girl was now stuck with him as a partner for the rest of this exercise and he doubted that she’d be thrilled about that after this unfortunate incident. He cringed internally knowing that he had little chance of saving this first impression, he wasn’t exactly a sterling conversationalist. Stowing his feelings of embarrassment he extended a hand toward the girl, an apologetic smile on his still metallic face.
“Here, let’s get you back on your feet. Sorry about all that… but uh, if I understood the pilot correctly I think you’re stuck with me till the end of the maze now. Sooo with that in mind I’m Foster…pleasure to meet you. Don’t stab me.”
That last part was mostly a joke but he did note the girl’s blade by her side so there was a degree of sincerity to it.

 

[Soliel]

Amy had done her best to avoid any full blown fights in the maze, not because she overly concerned about getting hurt but to her it made more sense to avoid fighting all together. So far her plan on dealing with Grimm has worked, avoid the claws and teeth to get close enough to make them sluggish then run away before it wore off. At the time Amy had thought it was a good plan but after the third Grimm she was starting to feel the effects, her senses had dulled just slightly. Not enough to cause alarm but enough for her to wonder if just fighting the creatures would be smarter, it also dulled her enough not to notice a large metal man coming through the maze itself until it was to late.

She hit the ground with a startled yelp and looked up at her would be partner, it was hard to make out the exact features through the metallic hue but she could make out his embarrassment and felt a spark of kinsmenship. Gratefuly taking the hand that was offered to her, she got to her feet and was able to better look at the man. He was taller than her, though that was hardly an accomplishment, but not as intimidating as he had been when she was on the ground. Nothing about him struck her as malicious or even rude, the worry of finding a horrible partner slowly ebbed away.

Amy have him a genuine smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Foster, I’m Amy. I hope we can work well together through the maze. Oh and please don’t worry about running into me, it’s partially my fault for zoning out the way I did.” After she was done she couldn’t help but inwardly cringe at how formal she sounded, silently she hoped Foster didn’t take that as her being stuck up or rude. If Amy was right their fighting styles could work well together, if Fosters aperant symblence was something to go by then he could be the heavy hitter to take on enemies while she darted about laying damage until she could use her own semblance. Silently she reminded herself that it would only work that way unless she messed something up, she hoped she wouldn’t.

 

[Foster]

A wave of relief washed over Foster as Amy introduced herself, thank god she was so chill about the whole ordeal, a conflict could have easily broken out if it had been some hothead he knocked down instead. Between her easy going attitude and an appearance he would best describe as “soft” Foster could already feel his apprehension about partnering up ebbing away. His only concern was how formal she’d been with him…perhaps she’d hit her head harder than he’d first thought? Or maybe she was just as awkward as he was.

“Alright great, no time like the present then huh? Probably shouldn’t stick around here anyway, that little commotion might have caught the attention of anything lurking around here. My tactic should still work out pretty well for the two of us so just stick close behind me and guard my back and we’ll be out of here in no time.”

Before he’d even finished talking Foster was settling back into his stride, leaving a swathe in the now devastated plant life that was easily wide enough for Amy to fit through comfortably. Ever the sparkling conversationalist Foster decided to keep his mouth shut as they walked, partly to prevent them being overhead by Grimm and partly because he couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t come off as kinda dumb and irrelevant. Instead he would occasionally glance back to check how Amy was doing, giving her a thumbs up and a small smile each time did so. She stood out vibrantly against the maze’s dark greens and browns, her hair alone might as well have glowed in the gloomy shadows that the taller hedges hung over them. Best not to underestimate her no matter how sweet she looked though, anybody who’d got this far into Beacon’s enrolment process had to be packing some serious skills under their belts. That aside the weapon she was carrying was no joke either, a spear as tall as she was tipped with a wicked sharp blade to boot. Yeah, he felt pretty safe with her watching his back alright.

The duo’s linear journey came to an end as they emerged into a circular clearing about 30 feet in diameter with an ornate pond at its centre. Crystal clear water rushed forth endlessly from the mouths of 4 stone carved fish, all of which were centred around a single rose made of flawless white marble. But for all its beauty this rose still had its thorns. Coiled around the pond where a pair of snake like Grimm, their fat bodies lined from head to tail with jagged backwards-facing spines. Two pairs of blood red eyes zeroed in on the duo, betraying no emotion yet clearly filled with vicious intent. They had perhaps seconds until the beasts would get tired of waiting and try to strike at them.

Foster, his awkwardness suddenly cast aside, turned to Amy and in a calm and controlled tone and informed her of his next move.
“I’ll try pin them down best I can, the moment you get an opportunity to strike their all yours.”

It was a shame really, a clean run of the maze would have been great and fuss free, a great start to the year by all accounts. But now that he was here, feet firm against the ground and staring down two Grimm that could easily kill him given half the chance, he had to admit that this way was a little more fun. Dashing forward he was on the serpentine monsters in seconds, bringing his shield up to block the first set of fangs before rocketing off an uppercut with his mace to stop the second grimm from even attempting a strike. The blow connected firmly with the lower jaw of its target, an agonised hiss escaping from the now damaged mouth. With no time to celebrate Foster was forced to side step the lashing tail of the first Grimm, a set of spines missing him by a few centimetres. He was doubtful that the attack would have done any significant damage to him thanks to his semblance but he dodged more out of instinct than anything else. Now fully entangled in the tree trunk like bodies of the two Grimm Foster managed to find an opening to wedge his shield in the open maw of first snake, successfully preventing it from bringing its fangs together. Trusting that Amy had their remaining foe covered he took full advantage of the situation, plunging Scarlet Basilisk deep into the cavernous mouth before him before activating it’s rocket flail function. The effect was instantaneous, the spiked head of the mace shot from the body of the weapon at a remarkable speed, scouring the snake’s insides as it travelled the length of its digestive track. The Grimm writhed in pain, unable to free itself from the weight of the metal human that was pinning it down. Seeing no point in extending this fight further Foster went for the finishing blow, igniting the head of Scarlet Basilisk with a simple pull of a trigger before retracting the weapon back into its standard mace form, effectively burning the inside of the Grimm in the process. Before the manoeuvre was even fully complete the snake lost its grip on life and pulled the classic Grimm trick of melting away into little more than ashes that were quickly picked up and carried away by a passing breeze.

Satisfied with his own handiwork Foster could only assume Amy had been just as successful considering the lack of fangs embedded in his back. Turning around he found… (Soliel your up )

 

[Rantos]

Jun Berry
Tags: N/A
The greatest dreams are the ones that you never wish to wake up from, and you never do. As if it was something straight out of a fable, Jun's own tale had been unraveling in the most spectacular of ways. Even now, as Jun sat on the plane, looking out the window as she had been doing for the whole trip, she couldn't believe any of it. Jun was, excited beyond all imagination. Enough so that her excited shaking vibrated the seats of those sitting next to her. They were nice, not asking Jun to stop the exciting trembling she had no control over. Or maybe they did and she just didn't hear their request. Regardless, as she watched the scenery shift in ways she could never visualize before, Jun knew this next chapter in her life was what she had been waiting for.

The buzz of the intercom shifted her attention. A woman's voice played over, and Jun was caught up on the situation. By all means, she was still as excited as ever, the stipulation of a free fall into Grimm filled maze didn't change that. But Jun was still taken aback slightly. If only because of the expectations placed upon the students in public school was so different compared to home school. But, if that's how things were done then who was Jun to question it. In her haste and excitement, she climbed and crawled over the two boys sitting next to her on her way to the aisle, apologizing all the while for the sudden contact. She saw the open door, she saw her future, and leaped for it. Bright light, rushing winds, a poping within her ears, all these sensations and more greeted her as she began her free fall.

So many new sensations! What an amazing first day! Jun thought all these things and more as her plummet continued. And as she fell, there was one thought that took precedence in her mind. While she didn't see any parachutes being offered, she was pretty sure she jumped without grabbing one. Slightly problematic. But it was nothing Jun couldn't work around. Lest she turn into strawberry and bunny jam. She had an idea an all or nothing gambit using her semblance but there was one problem. What was she to name it? Such a skill can't be used without a name first. So Jun continued her decent, arms crossed, brow furrowed, lost in thought. And with the ground closing in, she came up with a name, a brilliant name. Condensed Heat Point.

A small bullet formed in the palm of her hand, condensed heat and air all contained in an Aura shell. Pointing downwards, seconds before impact, she released the shell, the sudden explosion of air pressed against her, killing her downwards momentum, pushing her upwards slightly, and dissipating, leaving Jun with only a three-foot drop. And though her landing was less than graceful, hitting the ground face first, she was alive. Spwarled on the ground, face down, Jun pointed a finger up towards the air, firing a long red bullet into the sky. The bullet dissipated shortly after, but should anyone see it, they would at least know her location.

Already she was starting to feel the effects of Overheat. Given the impromptu nature of Condensed Heat Point, it's not surprising. Hopefully, someone would find her soon. Now would be a pretty bad time for a Grimm to rear its ugly head too. But this situation was too perfect, and Jun could have sworn she's read many just like it. The heroine, stuck in a vulnerable state, gets attacked. Cue the Grimm. Right on schedule, Jun watched as the shadow hog rounded a corner. She's seen this situation too. It was set up perfectly for her shining knight to swoop in and save her in her time of need.

'As if.' She thought.

So when that shining knight would find her, they would find Jun sitting atop the limp beast as it dissipates into the shadows from whence it came, with a particularly plume of shadows coming from its head. Her knife, still stuck within the beast's head, was red hot, and Jun was blowing on it in the hopes of cooling it down faster.

 

[vode635]

As Grenian scanned the forest floor below the sounds of gunfire and explosions began erupting in short bursts from every direction. The airship had apparently been very effective in dropping students all over the maze.

A pair of Beowulfs were prowling below, sniffing the air. They probably had Grenians scent but were not used to looking up for their prey. The hunter pulled his weapon from his back and extended it into its sniper configuration. He then put the fingers of his left hand into in mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The grimm below started at the sound and looked up into the tree where Grenian was sitting. That was all he needed. In a blink a pair of incendiary bullets shot through the eye sockets of the grimm and burst. One of the Beowulfs dropped instantly to the ground, while the other let out a yelp before collapsing. Two shots, two dusted grimm.

Grenian topped off the magazine with two round from his belt as he moved his gaze to the horizon. He knew the rough direction of Beacon tower from where he was, but the trees kept him from seeing it. No matter, those same trees were going to give him an advantage. The hunters eyes glowed green for a brief moment. During that time nearly half a minute played out for Grenian. In that split second he was able to plot out a path through the tree branches in the direction of the tower, passing over all the hedges below. Unless the maze was underwhelmingly small this should hopefully shave a good bit of time.

He leapt from branch to branch easily enough. While most of Vacuo was a desert he'd spent some time on the kingdoms borders, hunting in forests for grimm and other targets. After he'd made it over a handful of hedges he saw a flare rise over the trees in his path, a little to the left. Although he was not eager to leave the trees, the lady over the intercom had said they needed to find a partner somewhere down here. Worst case scenario, he could check them out from a distance and move on if they seemed weird. Grenians eyes glowed for another split second, and he adjusted his course towards the origin of the red flare.

He reached it after less than a minute. It was a white bunny girl who was, for some odd reason, blowing on her knife? Well there was a Boarbatusk corpse decaying next to her. She at least seemed capable enough. Grenian jumped to a roost about 30 feet above her and a little further forward before calling out to her.

"You wouldn't happen to have a partner yet would you?"

 

[BrokenRemedy]

Ash continued to grin at the human scum in front of her. He was trying much too hard to impress his fellow students, and his final 'landing strategy,' if that's what one would even call it, was tacky at best. She pushed herself off of her position against the tree, striding towards the human with nothing but confidence in her step. He was Atlesian, no doubt, although his attire did look slightly different from what she would expect. Atlesians were the faunus that she could tolerate the most, but humans from Atlas were a different story. To her, every single human from Atlas deserved to be pushed off of their high pedestals and succumb to the superiority of the faunus. Out of all the kingdoms, Atlas was probably the most racist against her kind. Shaking her thoughts of disgust for the guy before her, Ash picked up Cotton Ball, which rested about halfway between the two of them, just on the edge of his crater.

'He's lucky that his lava didn't damage my shield. If it had, I would gut him in no time at all.' She thought begrudgingly to herself, shaking her head in disgust.

"I get that you're not a cat faunus or anything, but usually the goal of landing is to end up on your feet, not your face." She sneered, "And the loud explosion was also unnecessary. We'll probably be up to our neck in Grimm thanks to you. Your kind is so headstrong that you never think about the effects of your actions on others, but that's nothing new."

She prepared to go on a full rant about how insolent his actions were, to mock every detail of his strategy, only to come to a sudden realization. Her smile faded and she took a few steps away from him. The words of the captain echoed through her mind as she remembered how the first person she met was to be her partner. "Oh gods, no." She groaned, "This is so not happening." There was no way that Ash was going to be paired with this human. Just the air around him and the over the top display was enough to let her know that he would be a handful. After all, he seemed just like her. Although, she would never, ever admit that to anyone. With one swift movement, Ash turned away from the boy and began walking back to the edge of the trees. As she made her way there, the shadows in her general vicinity began to conform and encircle around her. Maybe if she hid from him, they wouldn't have to be partners? That seemed like right enough logic.

 

[Tigerman1211]

Glanos stood still for a second, marveling at how insolent a single person could be. It was truly astounding. Speaking like that, to him of all people, and then turning away? These people had no respect, truly. Anyways, were those shadows wrapping around her? He better move it before she gets away.

He didn’t want to waste dust on this pathetic excuse for a huntress trainee, so he simply decided to usehis semblance dustless. Glanos pulled out his sword, got into the familar stance, and Thrust. In a matter of heartbeats, he was in front of her, Harpe pointed at her throat and a look of pure disdain on his face.

“Okay, look, first of all goat bitch, I know your kind aren’t the brightest, but I expect someone applying to be a Huntress would at least know to think before she speaks to her betters. If you’re worried about weak, bottom teir beowolves and ursai, then you should quit now, Beacon has no need for the weak. Secondly, maybe to your imbecilic mind, my entrance was faulty, but believe me, it was perfectly intentionally. I AM the strongest here, bar none, and that was my way of showing it. My prostrate position was a by-product of my semblance, but given yours, I’m guessing some kind of illusions or shadow manipulation, I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Really, such a useless ability for hunting Grimm. Anyways, whether you like it or not, we’re partners now, likey surveillance has caught us so you can’t run away. Just follow me if you can, Little sheep, I’ll go slow.”

With that, he sheathed Harpe, turned, and started to walk towards where he thought the direction of beacon tower was, expecting Ash to follow.

 

[BrokenRemedy]

The faunus stood there, with a moderately stunned expression on her face. The shock slowly shifted to rage, and then finally back to her quirky grin. She was seething with fury, and wanted to beat the shit out of him then and there, but Ash was smart enough to know that she wouldn't win. After all, combat wasn't her style at all. Clenching her fists, the ram faunus did her best to ease her temper, swallowing the impulsive words that dared to leap from her tongue. "Goat? How clever. You call my people dumb, yet you can't tell one breed from another. At least I can differentiate between the useless humans and the humans that are actually worth my time. And seeing as I'm just a goat to you... you must obviously be in the former category." Nine times out of ten, Ash would have a much more laid back and casual tone of voice. She wouldn't seem so strict and formal. However, when she was angry and trying not to hide it, her rage stifles itself into formal tension, thus producing her current attitude.

"As for the Grimm. I could care less about them coming for us, I was just trying to be kind and save you from exhausting yourself while having to fight them all by yourself. You're welcome." She shifted her weight from side to side, trying to hide her discomfort, "And finally, I'm sure that if you ask literally anyone at Beacon how to land properly, the answer wouldn't be 'on your face.'" When he prompted for her to follow, Ash snapped. She charged forward so that she was walking in front, grumbling to herself before addressing him again.

"My name isn't little sheep. But it's not like someone as worthless as you deserves to know me by name, Schnee wannabee. Does that nickname work for you? Or should we just stick with dumbass?" Her voice was mocking as she continued forward. There was no way she was going to follow behind him, and she was disgusted at the thought of him thinking he was superior to her. It was just another stereotypical human being racist, but damn she wanted to put the fool in his place.

'I need to get back into the White Fang as soon as possible. Then maybe I can order a hit or something on this guy.'

 

[Rantos]

Jun Berry
Tag: vode635
Huff and puff. Puffing and huffing. Jun sat there, blowing with such ferocity that only the most sturdy of brick homes could dare to stand against her mighty billowing blows of breath. The blade as it was now was far too hot to put back into the base of the ballistic knife. The heat would no doubt mess up the internals. As nice as it is to be able to boil a Grimm's brain from the outside, the amount of time it takes to cool down these blades was far too long. But she wasn't in a rush, and assuming someone saw her beacon she didn't have to look for a partner. That job was left to whoever by chance was looking up at the time.

Low and behold, not long after the battle had been won Jun heard a voice, presumably from her new partner. Her ears perked up, as did the rest of her body shortly after. Twisting and turning her head, looking as well as she could for the source of the voice, yet there was nothing. Had she heard a whisper on the wind?

"Am I to make a pact with an invisible man? How wonderous of an idea." And right as the words came from her mouth Jun looked up to see the one who called out to her. "Oh, silly me." She waved to the boy. "Lo! I have found you! Vigilant of the Trees, my name is Jun. And I think I may have just found my partner." Someone had found Jun far sooner than she expected. Taking a glance back at her still red hot blade stuck in its stone of shadow, Jun decided to leave it for now.

"With your eye in the sky, this maze's secret paths will become known soon enough. So, shall we move? Unless, of course, you think a more formal introduction is in order. But I think we can save that till after the end."

 

[vode635]

Oh. Lovely. She was one of the weird ones. Well nothing to be done about it now. Grenian returned her wave with his left hand as his right was still holding his weapon.

"I'm Grenian, glad to meet you Jun."

Grenian stood up from his crouched position and glanced up and down the verdant corridor. The path turned the same direction at each end. Looks like it was just a guess about which way they should go next, unless this bunny could somehow climb trees. He wasn't going to count on it.

Grenian used his weapon to gesture in the direction that Beacon should be, which was roughly perpendicular to their current area.

"As far as I can tell we should be headed in that direction. I could stay up here to try and scout but visibility is pretty limited. I'll only be able to see a few steps further than you at any one time."

He took another glance at either end of the path before speaking again and pointing to his right.

"Just guessing here, but what do you say about heading off in that direction whenever you done here with, whatever it is you are doing?"

 

[Soliel]

Amy gave a nod at Foster's statement and stifled a smile when he went back to ploughing through the maze, it was such a straightforward method of going through the maze and Amy was fairly impressed. Part of her wanted to say as much but Foster looked deep in thought, and he was doing all the work so Amy didn't want to break his concentration. She obediently followed behind him, watching both the surrounding area and the man that was now his partner. Occasionally he would turn back and give her a smile coupled with a thumbs up, every time he did Amy would give him a big smile and a double thumbs up. Amy hoped that her gratitude would show through her smile, it was fine if he didn't want to talk but she wanted him to know that she had his back. Though as she eyed his weapons and semblance she wondered if her support would even be necessary.

As the pair entered the clearing Amy first noticed the pond before her gaze settled on the two Grimm, after quickly assessing them she gave a small smile, she could handle a snake Grimm. Though she felt a sudden trepidation at showing her fighting skills in front of someone who clearly knew what he was doing. When he rushed forward to pin one of the beasts down Amy focused on the other one, when it geared up to strike the man as his back was turned Amy sent a flash of fire into its torso. When the red eyes bored into her she spun Needle around, both to ensure that the creature would target her as well as to get her own head in the game.

The Grimm rushed forward and Amy darted to the side and gave it's side a quick stab, the head whipped around and lashed forward with its fangs bared. Amy rolled away and loaded more dust into the cartridge, when it geared up to strike again she hit Needle into the ground and ice sprung form the ground and briefly captured the Grimm. As the Grimm thrashed to get free she took her opening to leap on its back and use the tough ridges as a foot hold as she ran up the beasts back until she was standing on the head. Activating her semblance the Grimm slowed its movement, instead of waiting any longer Amy took the opportunity to finish the fight. Raising Needle high she brought it down full force through the Grimms heads, as it dissolved she leapt down and gently wiped her clothes of the dirt that had gathered.

Looking over she wasn’t surprised to see Foster done as well and as she was tucking away stray hairs he turned to her, she flashed him a wide smile and walked over to him. “Good job! I didn’t really see what happened but I’m sure it was really cool, I’m glad your my partner!” She finished the praise by holding out her hand for a high five, a customary ‘job well done victory’ in her household.

 

[Tigerman1211]

Glanos stopped dead in his tracks. His calm facade began to fall away, and a visage of absolute fury slowly came across his face. His hands clenched and his breathing quickened. She just had to bring up the one thing that would set him off.
Schnee.
That name.
Those people
Them.
It was their fault, all their fault! If they hadn’t been such greedy bastards then none of-

‘Calm down. That anger serves no purpose here. Against someone like her, it is wasted.’

He let the anger go, for now. He would only embrace that fury against those who were important enough to warrant his wrath. For now, he would deal with her like he did all the others who tried to stop him. As quickly as he could manage.

“Let’s see if your bite matches your bark you mongrel.”

Glanos whipped around, pulling Aegis from its holster and firing as fast as he could aim. A pity his aim was lackluster at best, barely grazing her shoulder. How… unfortunate. He refused to give up the advantage of surprise and given that drawing Harpe would waste the precious seconds it would take her to react, he activated his semblance with no focus and no dust, a risky move to be sure. It paid off, somewhat, as he was successfully able to grab ash by the throat and take her along with him, smashing into the nearest tree. Ash hit first, her impact flickering her aura while Glanos used her as a meat shield of sorts to absorb the shock of his own. He pressed his weight against the hand that was on her neck and brought his pistol up to her temple as he leaned in close enough that their foreheads were almost touching, his expression an odd mix of apathy and annoyance.

“You forget your place Faunus,” he spat the word out with all the vitriol and contempt he could muster, ”you are nothing, girl, you are so insignificant and worthless that you should be glad I even deigned to speak to you in the first place. But it appears you are ignorant to these things, so allow me to educate you.”

He leaned back, taking his hand off her throat and backed up a few paces before drawing Harpe, pointing it directly at her throat.

“Familiar huh? Let’s hope this doesn’t become a trend.”

Glanos’ back straightened, and an aura of dignity surrounded him.

“My name is Glanos Kokkinos Logio, heir to house Regen, and son of Kokkinos Mavros Logio, the greatest man to ever live. I am the most powerful person in this pathetic excuse for a class, perhaps this whole academy. You are a pathetic little animal who wishes to someday rise above whatever little cave you crawled out of. Who you are, what your name is, and even what little creature you resemble is so totally irrelevant that I might as well never hear them at all. I am a Logios, not a weak minded, greedy, pathetic Schnee, and you will never compare me to scum like them ever again, rather you suffer a fate worse than death. I’m sure you’d feel right at home in our dust mine. Either way, the SDC are dogs only slightly more tolerable than the cancerous blight known as the white fang, and you will never utter their name in my presence. Ever.”

The rapier dropped from Ash’s neck and was sheathed promptly as a slight smirk danced across Glanos’ face.

“Do I make myself clear?”

 

[Foster]

In the face of Amy’s almost overwhelming positivity Foster faltered slightly, her sweet smile and warm praise taking him by surprise after their brief clash with those Grimm. Realising if he remained inactive any longer he’d be leaving her hanging he reciprocated her high five with gusto, the firm contact creating a crisp slap sound.

“Cheers Amy. Where’d you learn skills like that anyhow? You’re certainly pretty nifty with that spear of yours.” Queried Foster as he performed a quick field check on his gear. No accounting for what a Grimm’s innards could do to a weapon after all. As for Amy’s combat ability he could only assume she’d gone a combat school previously as that was the norm for wannabe huntsman after all. As for which one he couldn’t be sure. Whilst those from Atlasian schools could normally be identified from their formal fighting styles many students develop their own personal methods and don’t conform to any one discipline.

Whilst Amy had broken past his initial reluctance to engage in small talk Foster was still far from relaxed. He was genuinely listening to what she had to say but he’d already returned to his efforts of creating a pathway, hoping that his partner would be happy to chat and walk simultaneously. They were making good progress anyway, that little detour aside, with the sun still beating down against their backs and a refreshing breeze washing over their faces. It was almost as if the maze was trying to tempt them to let their guards down. But no amount of nature’s little gifts were gonna override years of training that had in some cases quite literally been beaten into him. Besides he’d never hear the end of it from his sister if he got caught off guard because he’d been too busy taking in the scenery.

 

[BrokenRemedy]

Pride. Humor. Shock. Fear. The four emotions that quickly appeared across her face. She was proud that she had found a way to get under the human's skin, to cause him to lose his cool. It was funny, he seemed like he was so perfect and held together, but one name seemed to trigger him. Ash didn't have much time to laugh about it all though, not as she heard his gun fire and felt the pain of a bullet grazing her shoulder. The over confident faunus would have typically responded by laughing at his poor aim, or picking on his temper, but the sudden element of surprise threw her off guard. She reached for Cotton Ball, hoping to have enough time to activate her shield before he retaliated, only to feel the pressure around her throat and sudden impact of her body colliding with a tree. She heard the bark of the tree snap against the collision, and felt the pain ripple through her body. Her aura attempted to lessen the blow, but it didn't do much.

The look of terror that found its way onto her features was only their briefly. Ash couldn't let him know that he was successfully intimidating her. So, with as much willpower she could muster- despite being both choked and held at gunpoint- Ash produced her familiar grin. Given their close proximity, the foolish Faunus made a kissy face, not sure how he would react. She had already pushed him overboard, so Ash didn't think she could piss him off any more than she had. When Glanos let go of her and drew his sword, Ash let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding. As the pathetic prince went on a long spiel about how great he was and how worthless she was, the faunus let her mind wander.After all, she had to figure out a good comeback to remind him that she didn't care about him or anything that he was saying. She picked up the important pieces of his words, only to be returned to full attention when he heard him speak of the White Fang.

Ash's expression went from that boastful grin, to a look of annoyance. The sudden urge to charge towards him at full speed and ram her horns against his chest was tempting. But Ash knew that her only strength when it came to her enemies was her words. She pushed herself up off against the tree, stumbling only briefly as she regained her balance. The girl tilted her head from side to side, feeling her neck pop gently, before she looked directly into Glanos' eyes. Another grin, this one less confident and annoying and more... uncomfortable, set across her face, as she spoke, "Oh, you made yourself perfectly clear." There was a pause as she took a couple of steps towards him.

"Usually, here in Remnant, if you like a girl you usually just tell her. But given that you're clearly socially challenged, I understand why you would push me against a tree like that. Don't get me wrong, it was definitely attractive, and I'm sure any other girl would just swoon over that display of dominance, but next time bring me flowers or something, okay? Then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you get close to me again." The faunus gave him a wry smile, winking at him playfully.

'I might suck at getting into relationships, but at least I can use my flirting skills to make dunces like him uncomfortable.'

Ash cleared her throat, before continuing on, "However, since you and I are officially partners, and you aren't allowed to kill me, you're going to have to get off your high horse and make a compromise. You and I have a common enemy, the SDC. So how about I quit comparing you to them-" Her voice dropped several decibels into a soft, barely audible mumble, "no matter how much you act like their heiress-" Ash's voice returned to normal, "and you take back what you just said about the White Fang? Then we'll be even, we won't have to talk anymore, and we get to Beacon and avoid each other for the rest of our time here. Unless, of course, you bring me those flowers I was talking about." Another little wink. Ash hated having to compromise with the insolent human before her, she hated the thought of even treating him like an equal, but she was smarter than she let on. It was in their best interests to put aside their egos and continue with the maze. Though that, of course, was much easier said than done.

 

[Hesoj_Yarwar]

Vale... Verdant Vale; Corvus, or "Chrome", as he was going by these days, silently marveled at the endless sea of green that stretched out before him as the plane made it's way to the academy.
He'd seen holo-vids, sure... But some things just had to be experienced first-hand to appreciate their true scale.
And Vale was a massive country, with more forests and fields than he'd ever dreamed of.
It almost made leaving Atlas seem worth it.
With a weighty sigh, the young Atlesian reminisced about all he'd left behind.
His family,
His country,
Opportunities,
Reputation,
...Her.
The last one stung most, though he'd never admit it. The opportunities were what he chose to focus on, because they were what had been purposefully taken away from him.
He'd learned some things; things he'd only shared with the General. To his great chagrin, however, the General had been nothing but vague in his responses.

"Things here are tangled beyond any means of a speedy and fair resolution; however, I might be able to pull some strings in Vale. I think the headmaster there would find your position... Intriguing."

Tension settling in his temples, Chrome had to make an effort to stop clenching his teeth. Curious though he was by nature, he was in the mood for answers, not more questions.

All his musing and brooding would have to be put on hold, he realized, once the captain announced their mode of departure, and the back of the plane opened, creating an uncomfortable pop in his ears as the air pressure changed suddenly, and students began rushing towards the gaping exit and jumping with scarcely a second thought.
Contrary to most of his compatriots, Corvus remained seated, allowing the others in his row to grab their gear and exit first; he then leisurely released the restraints, before retrieving a small metal case from under his seat, revealing a pair of very ornate, almost artistic looking knives from the foam recesses inside.
A slide, turn, and click secured them under his forearms, the entire assembly catching a ray of sunshine and reflecting his features among the engravings.
Equipped, and combat ready, Chrome finally walked to the rear of the plane, watching as the last of the students exited the aircraft and plummeted towards the entrance exam.
Corvus hesitated; he hated falling, even if he had been taught how to sky-dive during one of his father's insane vacations, and what was more... If he was to get through a maze, his current position would tell him the most about how to get through it.
Sadly, though, not all of the maze was clear cut; tall trees obscured some of the pathways, but he could tell there was some sort of fountain near the center, and more structures on the school end of the maze.

"If you think you're going to get out of this by riding it out, I should inform you, I'm about to turn this plane around!" The Captain called, providing a sense of urgency to the situation.

"Next you'll tell me 'we'll get there when we get there!'" He called over his shoulder, distracting himself from the backwards plunge he took off the exit ramp.

The horrible, yet familiar emptiness in his stomach, and tingly, rush to his head as he plummeted toward earth overtook him, and the Atlesian clenched his teeth again to try and let go of his fear and focus on achieving a safe landing.
And he had just the strategy in mind; one that both functioned well, and was exhilaratingly awesome.
Diving headlong and accelerating, Chrome angled himself towards the most suitable clearing he could identify, judging the distance; once he deemed the time to be right, he thrust his hands forward and emitted a blend of Dust including wind and fire elements, emulating the engines on Atlasian aerial vehicles, effectively creating jet engines in his palms.

The effect likely would not have been possible without his prosthetics, as the force exerted against his palms was akin to a focused explosion, flinging his feet downward and bringing him to the ground with a loud, but harmless thud.
Slowly, Chrome stood in the clearing amongst the scorched grass and tall hedgerows, scanning his surroundings for any sign of allies, or enemies.
Alert and ready, the Huntsmen-in-Training started down the path to his right, heading in the general direction of beacon and rounding a corner.
As he did so, he caught the faint sound of approaching footsteps, and he splayed his hands in a ready position as the dust canisters buzzed and whirred into position to give him a different combination.

Choosing to assume it was another student, he called out to the individual as they came into his field of view;
"Hello There~"

 

[Rantos]

Jun Berry
Tags: vode635
"Even if your sight only exceeds a step further than mine, that is one step that could save me from a brush with death. So stay up there and make sure nothing bad happens to me, okay?" And with that, it seemed like now was as good a time as any to leave. She would have to get a new blade once they arrived at Beacon. She should have enough for the time being, hopefully. Well, it was time to start the journey in earnest. One foot before the other, heading down that winding golden dirt road to her future.

While the two moved, Jun always two steps behind her new partner, she allowed her mind to wander. Maybe, she came off too strong there. It had been a long time since Jun had interacted with anyone that wasn't her little princesses or her teachers. But in retrospect, she could be coming off as a posh literary freak. Or maybe a heroine from another world. Stripped from her own time and dragged into a world, unlike anything she had ever known. Maybe her cadence hinted at an unfamiliarity with the common dialect.

No. That's silly. She should stop being so silly.

There was no way anyone but a child would even think of that being a possibility. Which speaks volumes about Jun and her own runaway imagination. But was this realization going to shape the way she spoke with her new partner? Hardly so. It was far too much fun to speak in the way she did. Stopping now would be a disservice to the Jun that her Six Princesses love so much. So she called out to her guide, high in the trees as he was."

"My Vigilant of the Trees! Hast thou found our Beacon, our future home, through the brush and bramble? How goes the search?"

 

[Soliel]

When Foster returned her high five Amy's smile grew wider, while he seemed a bit stand offish it was becoming more clear that he was just a little socially awkward. That was something that Amy could work with, if he had been silent because he thought he was better than her then that would make it more difficult.

At the compliment Amy felt her cheeks heat and she patted her hair down and glanced out the ground, "oh thank you so much! But I'm really not that good, I still have a lot to learn. As for where I learned, hmm, well I first started back in Atlas. Then when we moved to Vale I went to Signal, my sister also went there and she's pretty much the only reason I passed." As she finished Amy saw that he was continuing forward and obediently trailed behind him. Now that she looked closer she could see that he was leaning just a little bit back, showing that he was still invested in the conversation. "But what about you? You look so confident while fighting, though I'll admit that I didn't really get a chance to really watch. Wait that sounded weird, I meant that in a completely not creepy way."

 

[vode635]

Rantos

Grenian quietly leapt through the trees at roughly a walking pace for a grounded person. He only used his semblance for moments at a time to avoid straining his mind. As he moved through the branches he considered his partner below.

The way she spoke certainly seemed strange and formal, but sincere. Well educated maybe? Hopefully that education applied to her combat skills as well. Grenian had managed to steer them around a few isolated Grimm while using his superior vantage point but that would not last. Every Hunter worth the name knew that the beast had a way of homing in on humans eventually. When Jun called out to him he paused for a moment to take a closer look at their surroundings. Brush and bramble rose up in every direction, and Beacon was still hidden from view.

"Nothing yet. At least nothing important. I honestly expected to bump into a few more Grimm by now, at least a creep or two maybe."

Grenian smiled slightly and looked down at his partner. Then he remember his goggles, and lifted them from his eyes to his forehead.

"So Jun, where are you from? I hail from Vacuo myself."