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[SomebodyElse]

In the span of hundreds of years, even the death of Salem did not stop the world from suffering. The world had recovered from the war caused by the final confrontation of Salem and Ozpin. But the world had since forgotten about most of the specifics of the war. It was known that Salem and Ozpin were a part of it, as was General Ironwood whose legacy lasted to this day.

But the rest was quite blurry in the eyes of history. But that isn't important. What's important is you're here for a new story. A group of new arrivals have arrived at Beacon. The plane flight had brought many of the arrivals to beacon. It was once a blimp that took students to beacon, although a plane had been purchased from Atlas after an incident of a crash that occured a few decades ago. It was a very devastating year in which beacon had the lowest amount of students it had ever had in centuries.

The students were arriving at the front of beacon, getting ready to enter towards the opening Auditorium, which would have the headmaster preparing a speech for the students, detailing their events for the day. Many hopeful future huntsman and huntresses were ready to begin their journey to gain their licences.

Many in Vale had been worried about the increasing incidents of missing people. There was rumors of a growing criminal underworld these last few years. Shopkeepers had to be careful if they sold dust or weaponry. Many had even closed down out of fear of being robbed and attacked.

Korin had made her way to Beacon. So this was beacon? This place was certainly grand. Well then. She would have to make sure to head towards the Auditorium.
Supposedly the rumors had it that they would be grouped together into teams through a certain... test. Perhaps to scout compatibility.
Whoever she would be teamed up with had to be competent enough for her. She certainly didn't want anyone to be a fool that she would have to deal with for years.
Her reason for entering beacon was not to become a huntress. No. She was here for power, then she'd chase after the twisting talons.

Friends could wait. She didn't need to open up for anyone or anything. Anyone who got in her way could just be thrown aside and forgotten. Power was the only thing that mattered....
Neuro Vampire Soma Schicksal Soviet Panda Vagabond Spectre EMIYAman Spiderverse PixelSymphony Deadwood Deer ToothlessEnt Danidify

 

[Deadwood Deer]

When Edwyn stepped off of the transport aircraft, he patted his pockets and vest for a lighter as he looked around for a No Smoking sign or a Smoking Area, any indication of whether or not he could light a cancer stick without getting shouted at. Seeing neither, he made his way to the outer edge of the throng of people to a relatively less-walked area and fished the paper box and zippie lighter from his pocket. Lighting a cigarette, he leaned against the guard rail and eyed the crowd of people making their way off of the airship. He saw a bored-looking redhead walking by, that was odd. Most people were some blend of awed by the building, excited to have made even made it to Beacon, and airsick and emptying their stomachs over the rails.
Deciding she must have a goal she was just as invested in as he, Ed opted to watch the crowd. The redhead stood out slightly, but wasn't at all important. Ed had other things to think about. Finishing his cigarette and grinding out the butt on the rail, he started towards the auditorium.

 

[PixelSymphony]

The message from the intercom announcing the plane's imminent arrival stirred Sumire from her reverie. Glancing out the window, she witnessed Beacon Academy finally coming into view, but it did little to allay the underlying sense of being an imposter, an undeserving recipient of the privilege of having a father who had the money and the power to influence a headmaster's decision. What would her years even consist of if the possibility of her father swooping in at any sign of even slight failure existed? How could she possibly consider such an ill-gotten hunter license even vaguely proof of her readiness to venture against the Grimm?

As if to physically shake her from her thoughts, the plane made its touchdown with a solid thud, the shock reverberating through the cabin and knocking more than a few prospective students around, Sumi included. As she grabbed for a handrail to prevent from toppling over, the protruding grip of her Artistic Interpretive Lever-action Sword clanged against the side of the fuselage, and she furtively looked about in embarrassment. To her relief, it appeared that everyone else was grasping for handholds as well, as none stopped to stare at her slight faux pas. So she took a deep breath, and slowly let it out in a slow sigh in a desperate attempt to regain her composure. She hadn't even taken a single step onto Vale's soil, and here she was already losing her marbles over a plane landing.

Steadying herself, she hefted the single large suitcase that effectively contained entire her life at this point, seeing as how she wouldn't be returning to Mistral any time soon. Her father's instructions were absolute: "Do not return without honor." As to what would actual satisfy that demand was anybody's guess, if such a condition even truly existed. So for the near future, Beacon would be her one and singular home... assuming she made it through.

Truth be told, she knew precious little about the school. A large calamity had befallen the academy in its past, necessitating massive repairs to the structure, but it appeared they'd been able to preserve the majority of the overall form. Indeed, as she looked, she took in the breathtaking sight of a massive spire standing in prominence in the center of the academy, surrounded by concentric rings of smaller towers, partially intersected by a radial projection that was the main entryway. She paused for a moment on said entryway to give a quiet "wow", letting her suitcase drop afore her and slowly lifting her paired thumbs and forefingers into a rectangle to frame the view. Already her trained eye began to distill the scene into its component elements; lost in her own little world as she began to wonder how she could possibly turn this into the necessary brushstrokes needed to replicate it on canvas.

 

[Spiderverse]

Ragna was uncharacteristically excited to be finally arriving at Beacon Academy, his more relaxed posture as he sat down on the plane's floor staring at the window with his golden eyes taking in the entirety of his environment, knowing that this was the place he would call home for a while. Slung over his shoulder was all he had to his name in belongings, a giant duffel bag filled with spare clothes and a couple of trinkets from home, including home made dog tags that had both his and his former master's custom sigils on it. Due to its overall heavy weight, the teen had barely felt the harsh landing that the plane had, only shaking slightly in his sitting position. A massive grin on his face, he raised his arms high and interlocked his fingers, getting in one final stretch before he stepped off the vehicle. Leaning back and kicking himself onto his feet, the bear faunus adjusted his duffel bag on his shoulder to be a bit more comfortable, his ears twitching slightly and his eyes sparking at the full view of Beacon Academy.

So this is where teacher trained. It's definitely as grand as he said... Stepping out onto the grounds of the academy, he had immediately began looking around, taking a good look at all of the people he could possibly be partnered up with. He was told fairly little from his former teacher, but apparently there was some kind of test that resulted in the teams. Well... whatever the case is I'm gonna give it my all! Walking tall despite his somewhat short stature, the riled Ragna made his way toward the auditorium where the fun would just be beginning.

 

[EMIYAman]

Constantine Arc​

Constantine's red eyes opened suddenly, as his sight had observed the plane landing at Beacon Academy. Then exactly as predicted the plane made its decent and then prepared for the coming landing. Constantine rose from his seat which he had been resting in for the journey to Beacon, hefted his sword Crocea Mors upon his side as well as his luggage and waited for the plane to land. As the plane landed it shook suddenly before stopping which seemed to catch the other students off guard as many clutched hand rails or stumbled, one girl even ended up banging her weapon against the side of the plane when they finally touched down. He smirked to himself as he watched them, entertained by their blunders. Constantine with the rest of the students left the plane and made their way to the main entrance preparing themselves to meet the headmaster. Constantine took this time to observe his "peers". His red eyes swept across them and appraised them like a rancher would his cattle, trying to find strengths and weakness to separate the wheat from the chaff.

If these are to be the prospective guardians of humanity then we are much worse off than I originally thought, indeed none I see before me can hope to be Hunters as they are now, Constantine thought, Unfortunate but it seems none here can entertain m-, Constantine suddenly stops short his gaze falling on a girl with red hair who reacts to her surroundings far differently than the other students, Oh? Now this is something interesting maybe this place will be able to entertain me if there are more people like that around. A desire for more is it? Very well I will enjoy keeping a close eye on you and your struggles. Weak you may be, you're are still a figure worth some slight renown.

Constantine let himself be roused from his thoughts with a smirk plastered on his face. Yes, he was certainly excited to be at Beacon now if he was not before. It seems this place may truly be worthy of his presence. He finally let his sight leave his peers to observe Beacon itself he had seen pictures but the real thing always trumped the far simpler images. As he observed the towers and architecture Constantine found even himself to be swept away by the wonder and beauty of the school as it is quit unlike anything he had seen before, even the air seemed different. For a moment he let himself feel some childish wonder though he would not show it on his face. He then regains his composure, and begins to make his way to the auditorium.

 

[ToothlessEnt]

The plane ride to Beacon was rather uneventful for Arctic he kept to himself the whole journey donning a simple pair of earphones to tune out the sound around him, this was his first time flying and to say the least, he wasn't a fan luckily the music helped to calm his nerves or at least the nerves of flying. In fact, Arctic had two main reasons for concern the first was flying which the music tune out but the second was on his mind. The second was about attending Beacon in general unlike many who were attending Arctic never went to a primary combat school, oh no Arctic's training came from four straight years of training given from his father that and a lifetime of figure skating. The only sounds Arctic made the whole journey was the sound of his feet gently tapping to the sound of his music. Arctic barely realized when the plane had landed if it wasn't for the bumping of the touchdown he would have no doubt missed it, thanks to his training he very easily kept himself standing despite the surprise landing mostly due to his impeccable balance.

As his fellow students began to pile off the plane Arctic simply waited, he decided that there was no point in him trying to fight past the crowd. It didn't take long for the crowd to leave the plane. Picking up his single suitcase along with a rather bulky briefcase Arctic finally left the plane. The suitcase contained the normal things a suitcase would various clothing articles, toiletries, and the sorts but his briefcase that contained his weapons Iced Beauty. It was rather strange walking again as for the past four years straight he had basically lived in his weapon so walking instead of skating was strange.

Arctic paused in front of the magnificent building that is Beacon Academy it was rather intimidatingly beautiful, a single impulse crept into his brain and impulse he decided to take. Arctic stepped away from the Academy main building and over to a less frequented side just in time to see another individual putting out a cigarette on the railing it seemed he had the same idea as Arctic did although in a different form. Arctic walked passed the fellow student giving a simple nod of the head as he past him and took over the spot where he once was. Arctic pulled out his pipe and began filling it with his usual mix and herbs and tobacco abit a much smaller amount than usual he didn't have the time to be able to smoke his usual amount. Lighting the pipe he swiftly began smoking it and with every puff, he felt his nerves leaving him like the smoke. It didn't take him much time to smoke his pipe and he quickly began to head to the auditorium.

 

[Soma Schicksal]

Getting a Huntsman License was something Nero wasn’t too fond of needing but if Atlas said it was a requirement in order to get farther in his training and to save the people he cared about in this world then it was a necessity he had to do. His plane ride was interesting, he spent most of his time meditating and trying to train his inner abilities for most of the ride until the landing of the plane caught him off guard for a moment knocking him out of his meditation. He sighed as he was slightly irritated by the turbulence of the aircraft but got off the plane just like the others, Silva glanced at his weapon case that was designed much like a nice Japanese style of artistry engraved on it and grabbed it as he walked off, he looked around and was surprised by his surroundings indeed, it was far more pleasant looking and gave off a feeling of freedom more so than Atlas did. Maybe this was Atlas’s way of expressing he needed to make more friends and try and enjoy himself rather than being so serious and focusing on training. He kept his expression serious not wanting anyone to think little of him and observed the students around, a particular red head stranded out mostly because of her hair color but also she seemed to have the same serious expression he did though hers seemed more genuine compared to his. Maybe being here would allow him to work with people like her who took their jobs seriously for saving the people. He just decided to follow behind her to the auditorium, maybe he could get to know her later in the school year…or sooner?

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Marriane Wilton
"The Scholar:Morisa Hilkama"

Among the students of airship. A particular young woman in white boards the aircraft. Her elegant eyes monitored the ship's outside window, her dominant hand holds the most cruel weapon the Wilton family has ever designed. The Wilton's rule. Any broken free slaves would instantly recognize the terrors this staff of power holds. Now in Marriane's gloved hands. Her blank expressionless face gives a mature and nearly inapproachable aura. Marriane's quiet nature gives her a social invisibility cloak for a little while. The airship's rough landing gave her a split second shock before returning to her senses. She instantly had the idea already given the dropping altitude.

The young lady only had one shoulder bag. All of it had basic needs compressed tightly into the bag. This bright pink shoulder bag dangles to her left shoulder. Upon setting foot on ground. The gentle breeze of the wind blows to her short hair. This is it, this the legendary Beacon academy. Where Huntsmen and huntresses are born and made. It was just like how the history books describes it. Excitement started to spark within her but luckily, her self control for over-excitement gave her composure. Following the flow of students towards Beacon, she followed the herd. Although, despite having a bad reputation because of her family name she had to be someone else. Luckily, her appearance in the public eye is hardly existent but just in case she does get noticed she has to remain under a different name. "Morisa Hilkama- A Scholar of a foreign school" This was her undercover identity. Her white dress made her look like a ghost with her already moonlight-pale skin. At some point she will get eyed on by the sharper eyes.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Vargr struggled off the plane, one pain staking step after another. Throughout the whole flight he had as still as a statue, and the slight turbulence of landing had only caused him to shift slightly. The cause of all this was obvious. He was laden down with as many bags as he could carry, each stuffed to bursting with whatever would fit inside. He had a bag under each arm, one in each hand, and a backpack with Cwellere, the axe head covered with a leather sheath for safety, strapped to the side. His parents had been of the mindset of 'make it a home' instead of 'bare necessities' like so many others. This left the question of how he was supposed to bring everything back, along with whatever he got while at Beacon. But that was a problem for later.

Luckily, most people went around him as they made their way to the auditorium. And while most of his concentration went to keeping a hold of all his belongings without falling over, a small part of his mind was allowed to wander. He was glad to see that there were other faunus at the school, though small in number, the only one he had seen was a little bear one. He also noticed a girl all in white, who just as quickly disappeared. Brave of her to be wearing white outdoors and at a fairly informal event. He also noticed someone smiling rather creepily to themselves, but to be fair they had just arrived at Beacon Academy. The Beacon Academy. A little bit of excited weirdness was to be expected. And finally, he spotted a small group of people that were... Smoking? Could they do that here? His father would have beaten him black and blue if he saw him smoking, then his mother would beat him with the rug beater to really drive the point home. But they weren't here, and his parents weren't theirs.

It was at this point that the bag under his right arm slipped slightly, making it very awkward to handle. So hefting it back into position, his mind was forced to concentrate solely on carrying his stuff. For now, at any rate.

 

[SomebodyElse]

Students had gathered around the auditorium. Jackdaw Sprouse had been waiting for this moment. Many bright eyed young huntsmen in training. Although it was a relatively peaceful era, there were always grim left over that presented an ever-growing threat to Remnant.
She had made her way to the podium and began to tap the mike, signalling everyone to quiet down and listen. She was a woman of average height with black hair and a braid in one of her strands of her. She seemed... Commanding, confident and perhaps jaded.

"You're all here for one purpose and one purpose only. To receive training during your time here at Beacon. You will all have time to settle in. We have prepared two main dorms for the time remaining before we select your teams. One for males and one for females. Tommorrow morning we will head to the forest for a test to decide teams. Until then you are free to meet eachother and explore beacon for the day. We have a gym, a cafeteria that will serve food during lunch and dinner, and a outside area."

"For three hundred years huntsmen and huntresses have protectors of peace after the great war. We uphold this legacy. Here you gather yourselves to achieve higher heights, and hopefully become the next generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses. I don't expect most of you to survive or not give up. But for those of you who seek success here, we welcome you. You are all dismissed."

It was currently 11 am. It seemed like they'd be serving food in the next 30-45 minutes. Korin supposed she would atleast have to scout out all other people here...

 

[Deadwood Deer]

"So they're still doing the test, huh?", Edwyn muttered, "Hopefully I don't get screwed over with some twit can't even hold his weapon..." His mumbling tirade continued for a while as he took a walk around the accessible part of campus.

Deciding maybe the food here was slightly better than the airship food served in travel, Ed headed towards the cafeteria as it started showing signs of life.

 

[PixelSymphony]

So entranced was Sumi in her visual analysis that she very nearly was late for the assembly, snapping to in sudden realization of her folly and snatching up her suitcase to bolt into the auditorium in a dead heat. She made it in just before the announcement began, her suitcase clattering upon the ground as she hastily dropped it, packed into the back of the room as she was. As the headmaster began to speak, Sumi slowly glanced around the room, curious as to what kind of people her classmates would be. A few stood out; a wolf faunus with a large axe, a stark white girl with a staff taller than her, a blonde boy in extravagant clothing, and a few others caught the attention of her eye whether it be because of their stature or just their unique aesthetic. Wow... people here are so different... are they going to be okay with me? The headmaster seemed quite severe as well and-

"I don't expect most of you to survive or not give up."

The young girl's heart rapidly ascended straight into her throat; she knew that becoming a Huntress was never easy, but for the headmaster to come out and just state it so plainly... just what WAS the ratio of starting students to those who completed? More to the point, what guarantee was there that she going to make it through? With brand new concern, she pursed her lips in worry and continued to listen to the remainder of the speech, now desperate for any advice for the future. Alas, none was given, and as Jackdaw stepped away from the microphone, she was left alone to her own thoughts. “Well Sumi, now what?” she asked to the air with a small sigh. She did a slow turn in place, seeing if a majority of the others were going somewhere in particular, only to witness numerous small groups splintering off to do their own thing. Just like always, she was going to have strike out on her own here.

She took a look at her suitcase, its bulging sides indicative as to the bulk of its contents, and eyeballed the distance between here and the dorms with a frown. It would have been nice to be able to drop it off her luggage at her temporary dorm, but she doubted thirty minutes would be enough to make her way there and back before lunch started. And as the slight grumbling from her stomach told her, she really should eat something more substantial than the rice crackers she'd had this morning before boarding the airship. Yes, that would be her decision: food first, dealing with everything else later. With a slight grunt, she hefted her suitcase anew, dragging it and, subsequently herself, to the cafeteria in search for something to sate herself with.

 

[Soma Schicksal]

As Nero made his way following the fiery orange-haired girl they were suddenly at the auditorium. He listened carefully to the Headmaster and for the most part, she didn’t seem too confident in the students, she must have learned quickly that not everyone has what it takes to be a hunter/huntress. Nero, on the other hand, wasn’t going to be one of those, from being an Atlas Ace Operative, he already knew he had what it took, he just needed to license to prove it. When the meeting was finished people split apart quickly, it seemed like a lot more people knew each other than he did. Looking around to see if maybe he could try and make some sort of friends or acquaintances he decided that now would be a good time to try and get to know that interesting fire-haired girl, at least if she would allow him to. The silver-haired male made his way over to her a bit cautiously but tapped her shoulder. “Hey, you seem to be alone just like me, maybe we can try and make a team or something? Unless you want to be alone that is.” He shrugged. “I was thinking of going to the cafeteria, whaddya think?” He asked raising a brow.

Interacting: SomebodyElse

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Marianne Wilton
The scholar​

Once the Auditorium is filled with future huntsmen and huntresses. The crowd settles as a woman of stature and authority made their entrance for the greetings of it's students. Marianne listened carefully to the announcement of the school authority. Based on what she understood in the opening speech, it's only the basics of the school but it left a bitter taste at the end of it. Marianne's curiosity rose. Survive? Is the probability of success slim? To her perspective this felt like an Atlas military opening rather than an academy's but then again. The purpose is similar. Perhaps this is an early warning that the outside world is more colder than ice. Compared to most students, she lacks the street knowledge of the real world as she only views them through the books of knowledge. Marianne felt a heavy emotion drop on her stomach. What is this feeling? Why do i feel so nervous? It feels like i'm only seeing the eyes of the monster, just it's glaring eyes. It felt like a bad omen for the girl. She held tightly to her family staff for self comfort. She felt uncomfortable after the announcement. It was now time to head into the cafeteria for lunch. She did her best to calm herself. Gladly she hid it very well.

She calmly walked to the cafeteria. Again, like a ghost among the crowd. Her white dress rivers through the flowing walking students like a hasty mist on a windy day. Her footsteps were near silent as she is light on her feet. An elegant woman who obviously came from a higher society. Her empty silver colored staff had no colors on it's glass. It only glints into the lights it reflects. Thoughts ran into young woman's mind. Did she made the right choice? Is she even cut for the role of a future huntress? Will someone ever discover her true identity? Doubts and thoughts clouded her mind like a thunderstorm. Comparing herself to others. She can notice some are physically fit for the role. Especially the ones who she caught were looking at her. Blades and firearms are the standard choice of huntsmen and huntresses while she get a staff tainted with sins of her parents. She doesn't even count it as a weapon. She sees it as a tool of punishment. A tool to whip against the innocent Faunus kind for disobedience of the wrong doings of her parents. The thought of it alone is enough for Marianne to throw away the staff and bury it but she really needs this staff as she has no other weapon of choice. She is not even sure if this staff could actually end a grimm's wrath or just make it's life agonizing as possible. She does not know the potential wrath of the sinful staff as she restricts herself. The real question is that. Even though she is homeschooled and lacks the physical fitness of an average huntress. Is her wits wise enough top get her through this alive?

(Open for interactions)

 

[EMIYAman]

Constantine Arc​

(I don't expect most of you to survive or not give up.)

If there was one thing Constantine could agree with in Ms. Jackdaw Sprouse's speech it was definitely those words in particular. The people around him barely seemed to act their age let alone like hunters. Constantine understood it was simply fate that he would be so far above his peers, as it was simply where he was meant to be. He would still make note of the other students crude behavior. Constantine continued to watch the headmaster in preparation for her next words only to be drawn from his attention as the last few students came in who appeared to be late for the headmasters opening speech. He gazed in their direction almost at a whim than any actual interest in their activities, though a girl with dark hair and blue eyes similar to that of a clear lake did catch his interest. He could see the anxiety on her face and in her movements as she bolted into the auditorium. He allowed her a few more precious seconds of his attention though she most likely did not know, before he brought his attention to the headmaster to listen to the rest of her speech. However her next words were not what he expected in fact they seemed almost similar or rather exactly the same.

"I don't expect most of you to survive or not give up."

Constantine winced shutting his eyes in an effort to stave off the vision but to no avail. Even after all these years of possessing his Semblance he still found it hard to distinguish between the present and the future even if it was only a minute. It seems that the human brain was simply not meant to take in two separate perspectives of two different times at the same exact time. He felt frustration at his mistake as it could be a dangerous in the future if this continued. In fact it had completely altered his perception of the present, as the girl he had been looking at hadn't been late to the speech but had arrived just before it started. It was aggravating but for the time being he would have to live with it. Soon after his mishap the headmaster had finished her speech and left the students to their own devices. Constantine pondered on what particular course of action deserves his attention his pondering was interrupted by the sound of what seemed like a wild animal, only for him to realize it was merely his stomach as he hadn't eaten in quite a while.

"Father has always expressed the importance of meals in order to always be ready for battle, as a man of the Arc family his advice should be noted and respected. So my next course of action seems decided."

Constantine hefted his luggage as if it were light as a feather, and made his way to the cafeteria. He walked among a group of people who all seemed to share his dilemma though revealing his hunger would only serve to tarnish his image allowing others to think him fallible in any way so he made sure to make it seem like he had little interest and was merely moving wherever his whim took him.

Good now my superiority cannot be called into question.

Constantine felt quite pleased with himself at this thought. He was so pleased with himself lost in his thoughts that he lightly bumped into a girl in a white dress. This girl possessed beauty which was quite different to the average female students, as she seemed to posses an elegance which only seemed to highlight her features. Indeed she was quite beautiful, so much so that most male students seeing her would probably stammer at the sight of her wispy appearance. Though all these things were far from Constantine's thoughts as all he felt was irritation at her interruption of his glorious planning (despite the fact that it was his fault for walking into her).

"Weakling, watch where you are going or prepare to face the consequences of your foolishness."

Constantine says this in barely contained contempt though his voice is level and shows no anger. He looks down at her like one would look at a weed in their otherwise perfect garden.

Interactions: Vagabond Spectre

 

[SomebodyElse]

Korin was debating where to make her way to when someone had tapped her on the shoulder. It was some silver haired boy offering to go the cafeteria together.
She didn't really want to go with some stranger but she realized she was hungry.
"Fine I guess. I am hungry." She said immediately heading towards the cafeteria without looking back towards him to see if he would follow.
As they made their way to the Cafeteria, they noticed various students had already formed groups and were chatting. A woman was serving food in a line.
She headed into the line to get food.

Soma Schicksal

 

[PixelSymphony]

The plunk of Sumi's large bowl upon the tabletop was followed by the thunk of her suitcase tipping over and the thud of her collapsing into her seat at the cafeteria table she'd chosen. She breathed a groaning sigh; carrying around this giant monument to the entirety of her existence was beginning to get tiring. Her arms ached and her stomach growled anew as it protested against her not simply diving into her food halfway through the serving line earlier. But at least she had a seat and a meal at all, and as she reached around in her flowing coat's pockets for where she'd stashed the chopsticks to go with her lunch, she gave a small bit of thanks for the small bit of respite that was being granted her.

The bowl before her was overflowing with toppings she had chosen; while traditionalists may have recognized and indeed approved of her choice of mushroom, fermented bamboo, spring onion and a soft-boiled egg to go with her pork slices and broth, they would have been completely aghast at her addition of corn, white onion, potato, and... good lord was that asparagus? The simple truth of the matter was that these were all things she really liked, and didn't in particular feel the need to segregate out her food desires simply due to tradition, so in went everything. Indeed, a green spear was the first ingredient she plucked out with her dining implements, chomping into it with a small smile. Even if this place was quite a bit different than... well, what she'd formerly considered home, at least this small bit of familiarity was comforting.

She finished the remainder of the vegetable and was well into digging into the rest of the pile when she stopped, a sudden realization washing across her face like she'd been slapped with a wet sponge. Purely by habit, she'd chosen a spot where she would be eating alone, a habit that had, admittedly been directed in no small part by her hesitancy to impose on people she didn't know. But this won't work for becoming a Huntress... they work in teams! Sumi, you need to talk to people before you end up isolating yourself like you always do!

The purple-haired girl took a deep breath. Okay, she could do this; it wasn't like she was unpleasant or overbearing; some people had even said she was... agreeable to be around! She steeled her nerves and looked around. The cafeteria itself was grandiose and richly decorated; banners hung from the rafters welcomed the new students to the school, and the massive windows along the walls allowed in enough sunlight to light the hall from stem to stern. Other students had already formed groups to eat with, others were milling about looking for seats or for specific classmates they had traveled with and had already formed friendships with. Lucky them, she thought with a bit of jealousy before continuing her sweep. Her focus intensified and before she knew it, her Semblance activated.

The room lit up in a symphony of lines and swirls, and for a moment she was overwhelmed with just how MUCH motion and action there was going on, and how many angles and perspectives were involved in this single scene. The long linear tables, flat and wide, delineated multiple zones of motive exclusion, between which were sandwiched countless potential subjects. She could use the visual plane that the tables defined to distinguish those who were standing from those who were seated, and she already knew that she didn't want to deal with somebody who was standing and moving about; their lines and figures changed to a different color to remove them from her visual interest. Now it was just a matter of figuring out whose lines of action did not cross with another's, indicating they were already actively engaged, and-

There!

She rose to her feet, scooping her bowl up with one hand and grabbing the weighty suitcase with another, and began to navigate her way across the hall. Now the colors in her vision swapped; she no longer needed to worry about those who were seated, but the massive throng of students who were also making their way between the tables could potential become roadblocks or worse, collisions. A dash here, a weave there, a very awkward duck under an outstretched tray later, her bowl leading and her luggage trailing she collapsed into a seat across from a young man with a haunted look and a snuffed out cigarette.

...oh good god Sumi, THIS is who you're trying to introduce yourself to?

No backing out at this point; she was committed to her actions now. As her sudden presence radiated over to Edwin, she coughed slightly and gave her grand, elegant introduction. "H-hi there. I'm Sumi. Is it okay if I eat here?"

Interacting: Deadwood Deer

 

[Deadwood Deer]

Edwyn Hyde
Human
The Cafeteria
Interacting: PixelSymphony​

As soon as the cafeteria came to life, Edwyn had made his way inside. Seeing as he was there more because he needed something to do rather than to satisfy his hunger, he ordered the smallest thing available, a grilled cheese sandwich. Making his way to a far corner of the cafeteria where he could watch and determine what to think of other people, he lit another cigarette, seeing as there was no No Smoking sign. Ed, Ed, Ed, you gotta talk to someone about this brooding crap. No one likes the edgelord, you're gonna be a joke before you're taken seriously, talk to someone. And then the purple haired girl with a bowl and a suitcase sat down and stuttered.

Except this girl, don't talk to this girl. Something is wrong I can feel it!

Edwyn raised an eyebrow at the girl and her tray piled high. Weren't guys supposed to be the ones that ate a lot? Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he crushed out his cigarette on the table and looked Sumire over, trying to figure out what to do in the situation. "I don't mind." CRAP! You weren't supposed to do that! "You doin' alright?" Why, boy? Why?

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Marianne Wilton
The scholar​

Drowning in her own thoughts as well. Marianne's unanswered thoughts are to be swept away from her mind for they are only distractions to her and not worth answering alone, especially at this time. Essential meals for the human body comes first, doubtful thoughts, later. A clean and quick disposal of non sense came to pass. Food in the cafeteria was on her mind. She is about to find out what people outside her home eats. Not seeing the fresh lobster served with butter was a new experience to the girl. Beacon academy still has a hint of elegance in it's walls but nowhere near as close to being counted as one. Her eyes dwelled into the simple windows, clean walls and chattering students down the hall. She started to notice that she was alone. Ever since she got here. She never had anyone to talk to. No friends, no family, no one...

As just as the feeling of loneliness begins to take over. A blonde young man in extravagant clothing collides with the maiden. Fortunately, it was only a slight bump to boy but it was enough for Marianne to step back out of pure flight response. Her eyes panned from his boots all the way up to his face. The boy was clearly taller than her. He doesn't seem to be pleased by her accidental collision.

"Weakling, watch where you are going or prepare to face the consequences of your foolishness." ​

Like a deer in the headlights. She was absolutely intimidated by his grand appearance. She looked like prey towered over the great lion before her. She admitted to herself that she indeed did not see him despite walking straight in a clear path with no obstacles. Where did she go wrong? What will she do? Whatever she has to do she needs to make it out alive out of this one. He doesn't look too happy to see her. A solid minute was taken and during her stunned state. Multiple body movements have began to show. Her unblinking eyes stared straight into his soul, Both hands are held tightly to the metallic staff, nervous breathing patterns, it can almost be heard to the sharpest human ear. Her unbalanced stance readied. This girl was on a fight or flight choice. Being outside for the first time was a new experience to the girl and not knowing how to diffuse a potentially friendly tension was not automatic.

"Please! Do not harm me! I-i will repent for my foolishness! Please!"​

And just like that. The girl kept her empty staff into defensive position and surrendered meekly to the boy. Her high pitched tone was unnatural and obviously in distress. Her face looks down to the ground to avoid the blonde student's cold face. It seems that she tried to keep it calm but given her social ability to stay so is weak.

EMIYAman

 

[EMIYAman]

Constantine Arc
​

Constantine's crimson eyes narrowed dangerously as he took in the sight of the meek girl before him. He crossed his arms in wait allowing the small mercy of letting the girl mount some kind of defense for her deplorable actions against her better. She was quite a ways shorter than Constantine which seemed to only enhance the weight of his presence; he might as well have been a monolith. The girl froze like a statue and put on a look of utter anxiety and fear. Constantine would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the awe on her face as she tried to come to grips with the situation. Then the weakling seemed to finally come out of her shock now seemingly seeking to placate his wrath.

"Please! Do not harm me! I-i will repent for my foolishness! Please!"

I have decided! This weakling has managed to please me, even in her moment of foolishness she has garnered my interest.

To be honest despite her transgression against him Constantine found himself suddenly in a good mood. The girl was the first to understand the significance of his being since he had arrived at the school, and for that she deserved some praise. Of course it was only natural to understand the honor of being in his presence as anyone who meets him should immediately be able to recognize him, or else. Perhaps he should give the weakling some credit she has already understood her place quite well. Constantine can understand the shock of merely gazing upon him, indeed he is simply far to great especially upon first impression. Constantine curled his lips into a smirk, a genuine look of amusement appeared across his face. The glint in his eyes no longer promising the same danger as before though it definitely was not friendly. A short time had elapsed as the interaction between him and the girl had went on, and it may even seem confusing to others at how quickly the energy of the situation had changed. They would be fools however to try and understand the machinations of a true Hero like Constantine.

"Fu-fuahahahahaha!"

Pure jubilation emanated from Constantine as he laughed in disbelief. Truly this girl was something else to put the Hero in great abdominal pain like this. Constantine threw his head back as he laughed and held his arm on his stomach at the comedy only he seemed to understand. In fact at this point they were putting on quite the show in the hallway as people heading to the cafeteria walked by staring at then in confusion and wonder, probably assuming them to be friends despite the meek and scared look of the girl. Constantine slowly wined down from his laughter until he finally got a hold of himself. He then set a hand on his hip and let the other fall taking on a stance much less threatening than he had been using until now. He brought his crimson orbs to the the girl before him ready to grant her the honor of conversation.

"Rejoice girl, you have managed to bring joy to me. Be honored that I have granted you these words. In light of the fact that this is your first transgression and that you have managed to not only understand your situation and repented accordingly, I will forgive you. In addition you have even brought the Hero to laughter! Take pride in these accomplishments girl. In fact I will even give you the honor of my name."

Constantine once again smirked and took on a firm stance with his fist on his chest his bits of armor clanking and shifting slightly at the sudden movement before settling. Now taking on the traditional stance of a knight he spoke aloud in a tone of utter confidence laced with self-importance.

"I am Constantine Arc first son and heir of the Arc family, and the greatest Hero on Remnant!"

Interactions: Vagabond Spectre

 

[SomebodyElse]

It was time for night. Many students had gathered in dorms seperated by gender. Tommorrow they would have their first test to determine teams. Most seemed to wear Pajamas and many pull out beds wear littered everywhere. Some students were reading and others gossiped. Korin sat on a bed luckily. Her stuff still in a pack nearby. She didn't want others to touch her stuff so she watched it carefully. The rumors that there were plenty of Grim to slay in the forest by the school excited her. She hoped her teammates wouldn't be those who would slow her down.
Small candles lit the room. Other girls would be seen gossiping about boys or the future but not Korin.

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[PixelSymphony]

It was with a great sigh that Sumire dropped her suitcase next to her bed in the temporary dorm and collapsed face first onto the cushy surface, burying herself in the pillow while she worked out some lingering embarrassment. Lunch had been going okay, and her ad-hoc attempt at conversation with Edwyn was going semi-okay even with her nervousness, but then somehow the topic of hobbies came up. She had mentioned her love of painting, and how when she looked at scenes, she always would break it down and try to recreate it from base concepts, and how she would sometimes just impromptu try to draw something. Before she knew it she was reaching for her suitcase to pull out her sketchbook.

Unfortunately for her, in her rapid movement across the cafeteria, everything had shifted just enough such that as she clicked open the last latch, the entire cafeteria was treated to the spectacle of nearly ALL of her art supplies pouring fourth from her suitcase, having been freed from their storage cases. She was left to try and gather as many of her errant belongings as possible as she became the subject of more than a few jeers of ridicule, particularly as she desperately reached for a couple tubes of oil paints that had slid below the table. Retreating back to her now far less appealing bowl of noodles to consume them silently as her face turned increasingly saturated shades of red, she stared at the table in silence, only occasionally looking back up at the boy across the table as if to apologize for the increasingly unfortunate circumstance of her ever having appeared in the story of his life.

The purple-haired girl curled up the pillow around her head as if to form a protective cocoon before finally flipping over to breathe again. "Ughhhh," she moaned quietly, "one day in and I'm already the laughing stock of the school. Father would be utterly disappointed..." Not that it would be any different than usual. "Now nobody's going to want me on their team. I'm going to end up the first Beacon academy student to be forced to be solo..." Even at this very moment she swore she heard some of the girls around her whispering to their friends about what they'd seen, further cementing her status as a complete buffon to the entire class. She sat up and tucked her knees to her chest in a futile attempt to ward off this fate, timidly peeking over them in fear of seeing raised hands and half-turned away stances belying the conspiratorial conversations behind them.

To her surprise however, in the bed in the next row over was a red-haired girl who didn't appear to gossiping about her, or even saying much of anything. In fact she looked entirely focused on some other thought, an intense stare on her visage as she kept watch on her pack. Well, might as well find out what she thinks of me attempting to socialize, Sumi thought as she loosened the vicegrip on herself. She took a deep breath and turned over slightly to face Korin, leaning over her side as she spoke. "Hey." She nodded towards the particular pack in question. "Hope you're having better luck with your stuff than I am..."

Interacting: SomebodyElse

 

[Deadwood Deer]

Edwyn Hyde
Human
Male Temp. Dorm
Interacting: EMIYAman​

Edwyn found it a little strange how freely Sumire was discussing her hobby, as though they were old friends. Unsure what to make of her, Edwyn let the artsy girl do most of the talking, although if he was honest, he had tuned out almost all of it once she started rambling. It was a survival feature from growing up in a full house. Half the people he had grown up with were constantly spouting filler instead of meaningful words. And then her suitcase exploded. I told you so, he thought to himself, I knew something was wrong. Shaking his head, he pulled a sheaf of paper out of his sandwich and attempted to peel the cheese from the paint before handing it back to Sumire. Shut up, me.

As the day passed and it came time to separate into the two temporary dorms, Edwyn remembered that all of his clothing were in his luggage. He'd lacked the foresight to ensure he could change his clothes and instead opted to keep his toolbox and some scrap bits in his carry on bag. It wasn't the worst situation. Anyone who had made their own transforming weapon from scratch had surely fallen asleep at the worktable more than once, such projects couldn't be completed in the span of a few hours after all. He was more than capable of sleeping in his day clothes. He hadn't even thought to keep so much as a pillow in his carry-on. Well, there were chairs, and surrounded by this many people he wouldn't likely get a full night's sleep in the best of cases.

Pulling a chair to a table, he saw a kid with light blonde hair walking like he was God's gift to the academy trying to find a spot to lay down. I bet fifty dollars his daddy's paying for his schooling, he thought to himself, I'll see that bet, me.

"Having some difficulties?", he asked the light-haired boy.

 

[EMIYAman]

Constantine Arc ​

Hours had passed since Constantine had met with the meek girl and yet still he could not help but express how pleased he had been with the encounter. To think he would find his first subject so quickly. After the first encounter he had dragged the girl to the cafeteria where he sated his great appetite then continued to drag her around the school exploring as much as they could; she got to accompany a hero! Truly the girl was blessed with exceptional luck to experience such a thing. The fact that Constantine hadn't even gotten her name or allowed her to speak much at all was a minor concern not fit to take up space in his mind. Time had passed quickly and before to long the girl had to leave to the female dormitory stating she was tired, such an excuse would normally be ignored however the well being of troops is important so he allowed his subject her rest. The peoples livelihood is to be ensured by the Hero anyway.

Constantine strode into the large space that housed the other first-years. The sun had already set and the stars could be seen through the windows. A few lamps and sources of light were still lit giving the area something to offset the somber look of the room. Then again the amount of boys walking around, talking, or fiddling with some item or another was more than enough to give the room life. Constantine briefly wondered if the girls dorm was in a similar state but deemed it a useless avenue of thought. Constantine was hefting his admittedly sparse luggage contained within a single case with all the essentials as well as a few articles of clothing. His weapon was already stored away as it was not needed here, and the school wouldn't want a whole slew of students gathered in a single area with all their weapons. That was simply begging for a lawsuit.

He wandered around the dorm searching for a place to turn in for the night. All the while Constantine wore his customary Arc onesie colored in a wondrous crimson befitting him. A few students glanced at him prepared to send jeers or questions his way but a disdainful glare was all it took to quiet even the most adventurous of them. He was pleased with the lack of conversation.

If the knaves become delusional enough to think they may just speak to me so casually that would be a problem

His eyes told him of one such complication however, who sought to challenge that notion.

"Having some difficulties?"

Constantine heard a clear, casual, and almost aloof sounding voice off to his side sitting in a chair. He sees a scruffy looking young man with dark hair framing his face and covering parts of it, the faint smell of smoke proceeded him. He was still in his regular clothing and not sleepwear unlike the others. Constantine thought to shut him down like the others with a well placed glare but found his interest piqued, and even if the man insults him he could just punish him afterwards so there is no repercussion to humoring him. However that doesn't mean Constantine will make it easy for him, a conversationalist he is not especially with the weak. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh~? How interesting to speak so casually to the Hero you must be quite sure of yourself. I will look past your insolence this time. However, 'Having some difficulties?' is quite the insult that implies such basic tasks are beyond me. You are already starting to try my patience boy so I suggest you not bother me with such trivialities and get to the point of your inquiry to the Hero.

As he finished his barrage of backhanded words he smirked conceitedly already potentially burning any bridge of goodwill he could have had with this stranger.

Interactions: Deadwood Deer

 

[Deadwood Deer]

Edwyn Hyde
Human
Male Temp. Dorm
Interacting: EMIYAman​

"Ooh, fancy," Ed commented on Constantine's overly formal tone. "Gosh golly darn, I've never met a hero before, can I get an autograph?", he asked with a smirk. He wasn't looking to start a fight, especially not now of all times, surrounded by people. When Aura keeps you from harm, fights between trained fighters tend to be very destructive, but how can you not mess with someone like this?

"It's funny that I'm trying your patience, when I never said a word about it being beyond you to find a spot to park you holier than thou rear end, that was you, bud." It seemed that Mr. Hero had the full deck of Pompous Ass Syndrome; haughty, overly formal, actively thinks himself superior to everyone, and reacts to basic inquiries as though personal jabs at his freshly buried grandmother. This could be entertaining. Ed was trying to keep a mostly straight face throughout the interaction, or at least he thought he was.

I wonder if I should slap him with a glove? How much would that piss him off?, Edwyn thought, No, my gloves are with the rest of my stuff, me. Besides, his ego is so inflated his head might pop, and then I'd have to clean out my controllers. Edwyn knew he was being infuriating. That was the goal. Ed had things to do and sisters to avenge, he wasn't going to duck his head and bend to every rich kid that demanded it. Well, not without being paid, first.

"I'll have you know I'm a hero too. I've solved more six a.m. wardrobe crises than any of us have seen real combat combined. Now look who's being insolent?" Crossing his arms and propping his leg over his knee, Edwyn leaned back in the chair. "But since I'm such a nice guy, I'll forgive your rudeness this time." He smirked with that last line, hoping it delivered how stupid the blonde sounded.