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[BrokenRemedy]

'Finally.' A cocky grin formed across the girl's lips as she looked out the window of the airship leading to Beacon. This was the furthest from Mistral she had ever been, and it was rejuvenating to finally be given a fresh start. 'No one knows me here, I can make my way into the White Fang and work my way to the top. I'll run this kingdom within weeks.' The young sheep Faunus looked down upon the kingdom of vale. She was able to point out Signal academy, as well as several other known landmarks, and given the speed that the airship was going, they would be at Beacon in no time. Ash moved from her perch at one of the many windows, turning to face the rest of the students who would be attending Beacon. Not everyone was on this one ship of course, as several other higher class students most likely had quicker or more private means of transportation. The girl shook that thought out of her head. Anyone who was wealthy enough to get to Beacon via means other than public airships was most likely related to the enemies of the White Fang- the Schnee Dust Company. But now wasn't the time to brood, she would have plenty of time to do that once she got settled in.

For some people, this was their first year at Beacon. For others, they were practically veterans. And though Ash longed to be at the top of the food chain where she was so used to residing for the past four or so years, she was unfortunately starting from scratch. No one knew her, no one feared her, and if anyone did know her, it was probably because she was a joke back in Mistral for being the one White Fang activist who got herself kicked out for being too radical. Well, that was their loss. Ash was the best, and even if she was the only person to recognize it, she hoped that the branch here in Vale would see it as well as she does. She just had to survive her time at Beacon during the day, while thriving with the Fang by night.

The concept of being put on a team of students wasn't exactly the most exciting news Ash had received. Teamwork wasn't exactly her specialty, and taking orders from someone who thinks they're superior enough to be a leader? That would never happen. For now, the faunus surveyed the students amongst the ship. She was quick to judge those around her, picking out classmates who would be worth her time, as well as the ones she should avoid at all costs. However eventually, the ram's red eyes landed on a small group of girls- no doubt friends from whatever combat school they all came from. Ash stretched, licking her lips slightly as she made her way towards the group.

"Ladies~" Ash began, sliding into the center of the small circle of girls, "I am happy to inform you that your new best friend- or girlfriend- is here to... and they're gone." Okay, so that could have gone a lot better than she planned, but hey, it was no big deal. There would be plenty of other opportunities to communicate, flirt, and show everyone how obviously superior she was to them. 'Maybe it would be best to keep my mouth shut for now... damn Vale and it's population of sexy teenagers.' Ash thought to herself. She walked towards a seat near the back of the airship, hoping that from here she would be able to clearly see, and stare at, anyone and everyone.

The ambitious Faunus' eyes scanned the sea of students, looking for her next victim potential friend. So far, things weren't going perfectly for Ash, but she was as confident as ever that this school would run in the palm of her hands in no time.

 

[PlusUltra]

Cerise stood out like a sore thumb on the airship, the short Faunus constantly running around looking from the various windows at high speed, their rami twitching as they go. Dressed in a simple red dress with a large canvas sack over their back and sandals covering their feet, the look of amazement was clear across her features. She had somehow managed to gain admittance to the best school country! the first from her island village to ever attend and all it took was for her to get into a fight with those bullies in the city. Sure there was lots of talking like she had done something wrong but it got her into an awesome school! Good things do come for helping out in the end.

She had never ridden on an airship before, being so far up and able to see everything was so alien, but so cool at the same time. The water, the giant city, the trees, and the castle-like structure in the distance seems more like a fairy tale castle to her than a school. She can't wait to get there, she's going to learn soo much!.

 

[Servant]

Alaska Romero
No amount of trainings carefully concocted by Saige in order to completely pulverize her daughter's soul could ever come close to matching the pain caused by the tediousness of the trip from Atlas to Beacon Academy. Never before in her life had Alaska stood still for such a long period of time, and while her expression didn't show it the occasional twitch of her leg conveyed how she truly felt during that whole ordeal: She needed to exercise, sadly the airship wasn't big enough to run laps in. The amount of energy Alaska planned to burn through the moment she arrived at the academy could probably power all of the Vale for several years to come. Currently Alaska idly stood with her back against a wall and a massive suitcase to her side, her gaze was set on a hologram that was projecting Vale News Network (VNN) though her mind was wandering somewhere else.

"As a student of Beacon you have a duty you must fulfill, do not disappoint me." Her mother's parting words continued to resonate through Alaska's mind and was the only thing that kept her from jumping off the airship. All those arduous days, all those sleepless nights and her tainted childhood, Alaska could not let those sacrifices go to waste by becoming a measly mediocre huntress. She yearned for the day in which she could properly thank her mother for how much she prepared her to become the bane of all Grimms. No matter the obstacles that stood in her way Alaska was dead-set in making her great kingdom of Atlas proud.

With the VNN becoming duller by the second Alaska shifted her attention towards the other students inside the airship, more precisely their body builds. Were some of these pipsqueaks really trying to become hunters or were they gonna audition for a role in a slice of life show? Alaska hoped her teammates were at least not gonna fall under the same category because a job as a babysitter wasn't the reason why she'd enrolled into Beacon. With a loud sigh Alaska finally took a seat and focused on the window instead, the only thing that brought her solace was the speeding by land below that announced a swift arrival to the academy.​

 

[Hesoj_Yarwar]

Deep breath in...
Deep breath out...

Heavy, Metallic arms folded in his lap, Corvus Chroma, or 'Chrome', as he was going by these days, sat in one of the window seats on the lower deck of the Airship headed for Beacon, eyes closed and head hung low.
Beacon... The Atlesian tensed a little at the thought. It was not his school of choice, but then, many things were not going according to his wishes of late.
Reluctantly, his sky-blue eyes slid open and gazed at his new appendages, a mixture of anger and sadness welling up inside him.
His hands, Reputation, and... His Future. His hopes and dreams for the future. All of that had been lost in that explosion, or at least so it seemed.
A small part of him held onto the hope that he'd get to return home, to the people he loved... And one young lady in particular.
The thought of her drew his thoughts to the letter, hand-written as if from a bygone era, laying in his inside breast pocket.
If there was any chance at all... He would clear his name and return to her.
But, of more immediate concern; first he had to excel at Beacon, and hopefully look for clues as to who had ruined his life while here, until General Ironwood could clear things up back home.

Refocusing his attention, he looked out over the city below him; now that was a sight he was more familiar with.
Ever since they'd arrived in Vale, Chrome had split his time between quietly meditating, Focusing on his semblance, and marveling over the view.
After all, he was an Atlesian; he was accustomed to ice and snow as far as the eye could see. To see the Vibrant Verdant of Vale's forests, fields and mountains spread out before him...
It was awe inspiring, even in his currently weary heart.

Taking another deep breath, Chrome decided to go ahead and stretch his legs; they would be arriving at Beacon soon, and while he wasn't exactly sure what orientation and initiation would look like, he knew he didn't want to be stiff.
Plus he was still getting used to the new limbs.
Making his way to the upper deck, the young Atlesian took in all the people milling about, socializing, checking out the views, brooding in a corner or getting rejected.
A small chuckle shook his chest; Highschool in the south already looked like it may as well be the basis for a television show.
Standing at the front of the ship and continuing to study the sea of faces, Chrome began performing some basic stretches; Nothing too fancy that would draw attention to himself, but enough to give him a chance to better acclimate to the additional weight and different balance of his prosthetics.

 

[Tigerman1211]

Last week, Glanos Logio had certainly hoped to be on the transport to beacon, not freefalling from a dust-laden bullhead in an attempt to get on said transport, but that was one count of arson, two counts of trespassing, three counts of theft, one assault, and an illegal border crossing ago. Good thing he hadn't been actually charged with any of that yet. father would have killed him for even thinking of doing any of that if he was still around. But that was the crux of the issue, wasn't it?

And besides, while this impromptu skydiving session was not the most comfortable or stress-free experience, it was certainly more enjoyable than spending three days on a shipping freighter inside of a crate, hiding is a smaller crate on a bullhead, or dealing with Mother's accursed 'lessons.' Silver linings and all that drivel. Unfortunately, the only silver lining he was seeing so far was the reflection of the sun on the hull of the large airship that he was rapidly approaching. he should probably deal with that. Death seemed like quite the inconvenience in pursuit of vengeance.

He pulled out the result of his most recent bit of thievery, a medium sized wind dust crystal and prepared for what he desperately hoped would be a smooth landing. Glanos had a short window to pull this off, as he had to be high enough so that he had room to get an angle on the landing so that he would not just dissipate on the angular surface of the airship and reform behind it but still low enough to actually land on the airship itself. Jusdging by his speed, he had a two-second opening. a perfect challenge.

with the calmness of a much less airborne man, Glanos drew Harpe from its place on his hip, and maneuvered himself into an optimal position to Thrust onto the ship and prepared to board the ship.

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He flooded his left hand with aura to activate the dust held there, and with his right hand thrust Harpe towards the airship. and then he became wind.

when he reformed after a few seconds, he was happy to find himself on the hull of the airship, unharmed. Unfortunately, it was still moving, and his unfortunate position of laying prone and face-down was quite precarious, so he sheathed Harpe, drew his knives, and began stabbing them into the thin metal plating that covered the airship. by doing this over and over, he gradually worked his way across the top of the airship, searching for an opening of any kind from which he could gain entrance.

because hey, might as well add destruction of property to his criminal record.

 

[SweetRose]

Rouge Schnee
Rouge was still a bit shocked that she had made it this far. She had come here to do exactly this, but at every junction, she had expected something to go wrong. Yet she had made it out of the country just fine. Nobody really cared about another prospective Huntress headed off to Beacon instead of staying in Atlas, and an influx of Hunters every year, when Beacon brought in a new class, was expected at this point. The entrance examinations were slightly more touch and go, but ultimately she stuck close to the truth when asked where she came from and just over-exaggerated her parent's presence in her life. Her scores on the exam were good enough that they didn't ask too many questions, but not so exceptional as to raise eyebrows. A Schnee part of her wanted to take credit, but really that was just genuinely about where she fell. Up until she stepped onto the ship to Beacon she still didn't quite believe she had made it.

Now here she stood on the ship, leaning against what could pass for a wall. Her clothes were plain and black, loose thin cloth trousers, and an unadorned long-sleeved shirt. The two large black metal boxes behind her were mostly featureless, with a sizable lock on the front of the larger, lower one. The other box was taller than her by a couple feet when stacked with the other. She stood with her arms folded across her front as she took in the other students mostly expressionlessly. She looked standoffish, but mostly she was just hiding terror and nerves. A couple other Faunus stood out to her. The ram-girl was socializing with little luck and she couldn't help but think Ha, that's why you don't talk to people, although she felt a little bad for the pettiness after. The other Faunus wasn't any species she recognized which made her curious, but she was way too unsure of how other Faunus would react to approach her. Not only was she not an obvious Faunus, with the Schnee last name, but she was also a predatory type with a carnivorous trait. Right now her plan was to keep both of those bits to herself as long as she can, and so for now she just stayed in her out of the way spot on the ship. For a moment she thought she heard something hitting the ship, but since nothing else happened she ignored it.​

 

[vode635]

This most recent leg of Grenians life journey had taken three weeks up to this point. Setting up local contacts, getting transcripts expedited, hitching rides on the cheap airship lines between Vacuo and Vale. The time had gone by so quickly that he seemed to blink and find himself suddenly in a new kingdom, surrounded by dozens of strangers about his age. Shortly after takeoff he'd located a spot in a corner by a window where he could see the entire room as well as the terrain flowing by below. Grenain adjusted the goggles on his forehead and sized up the occupants of the room. As far as he could tell most of the incoming students seemed reasonably capable. Then again they were all attending Beacon academy, supposedly that was a minor feat itself. Almost all of them seemed nervous, the energy in the room felt so high that maybe it should be visible to the naked eye. Lightning or something should be jumping from person to person as they darted between windows or huddled in their little cliques. To be fair, Grenian felt a similar nervousness in his chest. The thrill of the unknown, of new opportunities and adventures ahead. A person would need to be emotionally dead inside to feel nothing in their position.

Despite his ulterior motive, Grenian was truly excited to be attending this school. Even with his real world experience as a Hunter there was many more technical things that could only be learned in a structured environment, from Hunters with decades of experience. It would take a few weeks before he would be able to get in touch with his contacts in the area, and even then he'd need to move slow to avoid spooking his quarry. He planned on spending a lot of the down time rounding out his skills with the best this kingdom had to offer.

 

[Hesoj_Yarwar]

Hmm... What an interesting group of students we have this year...

While most people, though their attire and mannerisms could reveal much to the discerning observer, still blended into the general buzz of teenagers packed together in an airship and buzzing with the energy of a new school year, a handful of them stood out to Chrome.

A broody girl in all black with luggage that made Chrome want to sneak a peak inside; one doesn’t typically store frivolous things inside such sturdy chests, after all.

Then there was a Ram Faunus that was having a hard time socializing... And, he hated to admit it, pretty cute looking. Shaking the thought from his mind, he decided to be cautious with her... Though he was definitely tempted to say hello.

As his blue eyes drifted away from her, he started to overlook a young man seated by one of the windows; But then, a certain piece of tech caught his eye...
Where those military-grade paratrooper goggles?
Chrome commutes the man’s face to memory and decided he would definitely ask about that, even if it wasn’t right now.

Next was An Amazonian of a woman who appeared to be ready to explode with barely contained energy; yes, he could tell. He too, was prone to twitching like that when antsy, so he knew the signs. He guessed she was Atlesian, and by the look of her, one hell of a fighter. She definitely seemed like someone he’d like to fight alongside...

Chrome had decided he’d hit her up first. If given the chance, he’d work his way through the other interesting characters throughout the first week of school, as the opportunity presented itself. But of the more immediate concerns, he decided that trying to build relationships with the strongest potential allies might help him get through the school year better.

He’d started meandering over to her seat, when the sudden zip of movement from one window to another caught his eye...
His breath hitched as the white-Grey hair flowed behind her quickly darting gaze, and when she turned, her eyes... They were a little more Vibrantly colored, but even so, she reminded him so much of...

The cold touch of his own hand over his breast pocket, and the letter inside, startled him a bit. The touch sensors on his prosthetics were... extremely basic. He usually had to judge touch based on what he saw and felt in his shoulders, rather than his hands.
But seeing that girl... It felt like seeing a ghost.
She would haunt him, he decided, if he left her anonymous. If he let his imagination fill in the blanks, she would always remind him of who he left behind... And so he set out to give her the chance to fill in the blanks instead.
Passing right by the Pink haired Atlesian for the time being and stopping not too far off, he approached the Hyper young lady gently, looking out the window with her.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He stated, looking out over the landscape. “Coming from Atlas, I never thought I’d see this much green in my life...”

 

[PlusUltra]

Cerise gives him a wide grin, rami twitching as she turns to look at him "Oh there is Alot more Green back on the Island, and Blue...but we dont have Giant Towers or castles like this place does!" looking out one more "Its amazing! I wonder how long it took to make! I mean a house back home takes a few weeks but this must have taken like.....a thousand years!" jumping up and down on her feet "I cant wait to get down there.....they had such cool outfits, and then all the fancy toys.....the schools going to be fantastic." the prospect alone seemed to excite them even further, looking quickly between the new boy and the window "Oh right! Im Cerise by the way! Its nice too meet you!"

 

[BrokenRemedy]

The faunus' eyes scanned the room as she continued to silently judge her fellow students. Who would be put on her list of tolerable people? And who would be tossed aside? An unidentifiable faunus, with energy for days? Not an ideal companion, but she was cute, and not a human, so she would fall under the category of maybe. A huntress who seemed colder than the Schnee family themselves also stood against a wall. Well, perhaps it would be a good idea to keep her as an ally, if only so she wouldn't murder her if they had to go head to head against each other in combat.

The Atlesian cyborg, Ash definitely had mixed feelings for him. No doubt was he attractive, but most humans from Atlas were soulless shells just barely passable as humans. They all had a huge ego, and she was almost certain that they didn't have the ability to be nice. But he didn't seem too annoying, by the way he was casually talking to the hyperactive faunus. He'll go on the list of maybes. The faunus girl was going to continue her search for potential friends when the whole airship shook, something or someone definitely landing on top of it. Of course, Ash wasn't smart enough to realize that. "Some turbulence, huh?" She grinned, looking at a fellow hunter in training, who upon seeing her stood up and walked away. A quiet man in the corner. He seemed at least a couple years older than everyone else. But given how little he was expressing anything, Ash couldn't judge him as easily as she could with others.

At long last, however, Ash's eyes landed on a dark red headed girl, standing next to way too big of luggage, and keeping to herself. "Target acquired." Ash muttered under her breath, quick to stand up from her seat. She turned to a nearby window, looking at her vague reflection to make sure she didn't look like trash. Her attire was bland compared to the others, but she doubted the mystery girl would care given that she was only wearing black. Ash had on a pair of dark skinny jeans as well as a hoodie that she had made long ago. It was dark grey, and had the White Fang's symbol on the back of it, but fortunately for her, the oversized cape that she had draped over her shoulders hid that. The faunus steeled herself to talk to this stranger. Fortunately she probably couldn't run away from her given the giant luggage that she had, which meant Ash could hopefully force her into a conversation.

The arrogant sheep faunus began her steady march towards her next victim, her usually sly grin evident across her face. As soon as she made it in front of the girl, Ash did her best to turn on the charm. "Hey, my name's Ash. You're hot as hell, which is probably why you've reduced me to nothing but Ash-es." There she went with the puns that no one would understand. She scratched the back of her neck, trying to keep up her confident facade. after all, she wasn't having much luck talking to anyone today, much less girls. 'Please don't run away, please don't run away..' She thought to herself, as she held out a hand for the stranger to shake.

 

[Hesoj_Yarwar]

Chrome couldn't help but laugh a little; she was definitely different from her, by leagues.
But that was good, he needed to make new memories with different people.
Her enthusiasm was amusing, and the odd appendages growing form her head marked her boundless energy even more, as if to provide another outlet for her boundless energy.
Looking out at the things she mentioned, he nodded before adding, "I don't know about that; I'm pretty sure the majority of the buildings you see now are a few hundred years old at most. The school was built after The Great War, and that was not as long ago as many tend to think..."
He trailed off, considering some of the implication that he'd theorized over from stories of The Great War; with a couple in particular being of great interest to him.
"Sorry," He apologized, giving her a soft smile, "I'm a bit of a history buff. I get that from my mother. So what's this island you mentioned?"

 

[PlusUltra]

She nods as the boy talks, he was fun and knew a lot it really was amazing. Taking a seat on the floor as she listens a faint movement can be seen from the rear of her dress as she does resembling a wagging tail almost, intense facination on her face "Dont be sorry! Its really amazing..hmm well i mean the fact there was a War wasnt...but the rest is.....they made so much so fast!" nodding quickly "Oh? Im from Cranberry Island, Its erm" pausing thinking for a moment "993 Miles from Beacon, 65 Miles from Port Citrus so......" she jumps up to look out the wind to the castle in the distance "991 Miles from here! But its really green! And waters are crystal clear but tons of fish around......oooh and the Crabs, Clams and Lobsters" nodding rapidly as she starts to ramble on about her home island.
Hesoj_Yarwar

 

[SweetRose]

Rouge Schnee
Rouge had been observing the two Faunus she had noticed before out of the corner of her eye, mostly out of lack of anything better to do. Watching someone walk up to the mystery Faunus distracted her long enough that she didn't notice the Ram girl coming her way. She realized she was there when she spoke, and was mildly surprised. She turned to look at her directly, although as the ram spoke her eyes went wide and a slight blush rose on her cheeks. After the other girl finished speaking Rouge just froze, for a full thirteen seconds of silent stillness. First she had to deal with looking directly at the other girl's face at close range, which took around two seconds. Next up was the surprise at being approached by a random stranger which only took two. Processing the fact that she was apparently being flirted with, with the most "quality" pun she had heard in a while, took a full nine seconds, at the end of which she was bright red and deeply confused.

When what few manners she had reared their head she reached out and shook the other girl's hand, dropping it only a little faster than was polite. She decided she was just going to ignore the flirtation, because all other options were terrifying. She spoke plainly, "My name is Rouge." She stopped suddenly and winced realizing she had defaulted to the empty Schnee ice voice. When she spoke again her voice was apologetic and quiet, and her posture actively relaxed back against her luggage, "Sorry, reflex. So I know why I don't have anybody to talk to, but why are you over here talking to me?" Her casualness was somewhat put lie to by the fact that her face was still quite red and her voice had trembled slightly.

Spoiler: Details Dahlings

Addressed: BrokenRemedy

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[Servant]

Alaska Romero
A sudden thud against the hull of the ship quickly snapped Alaska back into reality and she instinctively reached for her suitcase. Was the ship being attacked? Was a malfunction going to send them crashing? Was somebody left outside by mistake?......Nope, nothing happened, probably just a poor bird slamming full speed onto the airship. Oh well, with nothing else to do Alaska turned her attention towards the few students who'd caught her attention before. For starters we had the two individuals that (Based-off of looks) had struck Alaska as true hunter apprentices: Firstly was a male bald student whose whole attire reminded Alaska of a past generation of hunters, an aesthetic she could easily get behind. To her he seemed like the kind of guy who could easily adapt and survive any sort of terrain no matter where you dropped him. Secondly was the male Atlesian student, his kingdom being easily recognizable by his choice of clothing, a decision Alaska fully respected. Though what really caught her attention was his scars and prosthetics, both proof of a rough mysterious past, but what Alaska really wanted to know the most was how hard would his punches be? Could she properly withstand them?

"Only one way to find out." Alaska thought whilst cracking her knuckles, what a glorious sparring session would that be.

Moving on there was a group of three female students that had struck Alaska as being very...odd to say the least. There was the sheep/ram faunus, her overall appearance seemed more befitting of a model rather than a huntress. Could she really fend off for herself out there or would she become a damsel in distress? But the two that really bothered Alaska were a predator looking faunus and a...Lizard faunus? Fish faunus? Whatever, the red one. They both just seemed too damn innocent for being here, hell at least the sheep/ram faunus had some sort of eerie atmosphere around her, but these two? They seemed like little puppies straight outta the pound.

As some of the previously mentioned students chose to interact with each other Alaska decided to speak with...nobody. Why would she bother, no matter how charismatic and friendly they were in the end Alaska would decide on who she'd hang around based off of their combat prowess. Plus, Alaska knew that while physical training was currently out of the question her mind still needed to prepare itself to what laid ahead, no need to waste her time with any social distractions. Alaska once more switched her attention to the outside world yearning for their arrival to Beacon Academy. ​

 

[vode635]

Grenian had been quiet most of the flight so far. Sure he'd partaken in some short, casual conversations with other newcomers, but once everyone had found a place to sit or stand he'd been left with the window aisle on one side and an empty seat on the other. The hunter wasn't sure, but it seemed that he might have accidentally intimidated a few of the freshman class. Normally he would not care one way or the other about that but the thought that he might be stuck with a team that shied away from him so easily did not appeal to Grenian in the slightest.

Idly his right hand pulled a bullet out from a row of rifle cartridges in the band around his left forearm. He turned in end over end in his hand as he looked around the cabin, sizing up his fellow students. They were a very colorful group as only a handful had decided to wear their uniforms on the first day. There were tights and skirts, hoodies, overcoats, sneakers and boots. Every person here had their own unique signature style. Grenian imagined that with enough effort it might be possible to determine the fighting styles of every student just from their wardrobe, but that was way above his head. For example, the girl with the gold pin and bulky clothes was possibly a brawler of sorts, or maybe she just got cold easily.

She'd drawn his attention fairly early in the trip. Not because she did anything but because she was one of the few people who did almost nothing. The other was the girl in black with the large black crates behind her. They neither talked to their classmates or ran around with purposeless energy. They stood, and they watched. Grenian made eye contact with the taller of the two as she scanned the crowd and nodded his head at her. If teams could be based purely on visual impressions alone, she'd probably make the top three for Grenian. He glanced over at the other girl briefly to see that see was now engaged in a conversation with what looked like maybe a goat faunas? The girl in black seemed very nervous suddenly. Not scared, just nervous.

Grenian shrugged and replaced the bullet he had been toying with. Hopefully this trip would not take much longer, he needed to be on the ground in a less crowded place.

 

[BrokenRemedy]

'Yes!' Ash mentally cheered when the girl took her hand. It wasn't difficult for the ram faunus to see that her pun affected Rouge, and it took every ounce of will power Ash had to not try and fluster the girl more. Now that she wasn't from a distance, Ash's eyes scanned over the girl before her, lingering briefly before returning to her reddened face. This girl, she didn't seem like a normal human, but she also didn't have the usual faunus ears or tail. Either way, Ash found her attractive, which meant she would be nice... for now. The sheep remained silent as she listened to Rouge speak, watching her tense posture relax, and her tone of voice shift. 'Strange.. but cute.' She noted. When Rouge was finished speaking, Ash stretched her arms into the air, casually, before flopping them back down to her sides as she shrugged. "Eh, no one else here's really worth wasting the energy to talk to. Might as well stick to making friends once teams are formed, no?" The ram blew a strand of hair out of her eyes as she looked at the flustered girl. It was just too cute seeing her so embarrassed, so Ash couldn't help herself when it came to the words that left her mouth.

"That being said..." Her flirtatious grin formed once again, "I can definitely recognize a beautiful girl when I see one." Ash gave a little wink, sticking out her tongue slightly in a playful manner. On the outside Ash seemed cool and carefree, but in reality, she was criticizing her every movement. 'The tongue was too much wasn't it? Damn I should have been more casual... Less gay... Socialization is too hard.' She tried to shake away her thoughts as she looked at Rouge, eager for a response. "Plus, you seem kind of lonely." She finally added on, before deciding it was probably best to quit talking while she was ahead.

 

[Hesoj_Yarwar]

Chrome listened attentively as her mouth races from subject to subject, giving her a soft smile and a slight nod now and again.
“Yes, they definitely did...” he agreed, looking out over the city before them.
People can move mountains when properly motivated.
The name of her island made it hard for him not to laugh; it almost sounded like an inside joke, but maybe cranberries where just someone’s favorite fruit?
“Cranberry huh? Can’t say I’ve heard of it, I bet it’s quite quiet and quaint though.”
Turning to lean against the wall, he thought back to a trip he’s Taken with his folks many years ago.
“I like clear waters. You don’t see them much on this world it seems. But I remember a canoeing trip my family took where you could look down throughthe boat to the animals below... it was surreal.”
Looking back at her, he smiled and continued; “you do a lot of canoeing at home? Sounds like something I should put on my ‘must visit’ List...”

 

[PlusUltra]

The small girl puts a finger into her mouth as she thinks over the question "Hmm? I guess....theres alot of Islands around the area, but hmm.....I guess some of the boats where a little like Canoes? But i always liked just staying in the water instead......" looking around the room once more before looking back out the window "I did try using them but was always so slow...."

 

[SweetRose]

Rouge & Ash​

Rouge’s posture noticeably turned in on itself a little bit at Ash’s words. The compliment was odd and hard to think about, so she didn’t. The second comment grated but was also pretty true and she replied to that with a shrug, “I mean you aren’t wrong. I came here from Atlas and I was homeschooled before so I don’t really know anyone. What about you?”


“I was a pretty big deal back in Mistral, but I had more enemies than friends. So after… things happened, I decided to come to Vale for a fresh start.” Ash spoke. The ram loved to talk about herself, no doubt about it, but when it came to her life at home, she’d rather leave out the important details. For now, at least. “Y’know, you didn’t really strike me as an Atlesian. Of course, the only people I think of when I think of Atlas are, well… guys like Cyborg over there.” She pointed over to the boy with prosthetics. Ash laughed at her own joke. “Why so much stuff though? You’re pretty small to be carrying around all that weight. I’d hate to see a cutie like you die by luggage on her first day.”


Rouge’s posture shifted to excitement suddenly and when she spoke she sounded outright happy, “Only the lower box is luggage. The upper box is my weapon, here let me show you?” Without waiting for an answer she turned around and excitedly activated a hidden button on top of the smaller box. With a quiet hissing and clicking the handle extended and she muttered under her breath as she adjusted something, “Display/travel mode not combat mode. I didn’t get those bugs worked out for nothing. Come ooooon, ah wait there we go.” With a final, slightly louder, click, what was now obviously a rather large hammer stopped shifting. The head and handle were both smooth, although there were slight indentations on the handle indicating controls. She lifted the hammer and tossed it on to her right shoulder almost effortlessly, which looked particularly odd when you realized that the head of the hammer was about half her height across even in its current form, and the handle was four feet long to her four foot eleven height. Her voice and posture had gained confidence as she moved and when she spoke her voice was happy, “It’s lighter than it looks, but then I made it to fit me.”


Ash blinked a few times in genuine shock. “I take back literally everything I just said.” She spoke monotonously, trying to hide the intimidation that she was feeling. The girl took a few noticeable steps back, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck. “So you made that thing? Impressive. All I have is a ball of dust.” Ash said, pulling out Cotton Ball and laughing awkwardly, “I’m less good for combat and better for… support I guess. Which is weird given that I usually end up working alone.” The faunus shook her head, to rid her wandering thoughts, “So, anyways, what does it do? Aside from smashing skulls and making you look like a badass.”


At this point Rouge’s eyes lit up in what could best be described as a slightly ominous manner. When she spoke her voice was very excited, “Oh it has SO MANY functions. This is the display mode, but the combat mode looks like this.” With a little fiddling with the handle the hammer clicked again and both sides of the head clicked and expanded. She spoke again, “The basic combat form is mostly just a hammer except for a spring function in the heads that allows me to bounce off strikes and can also output electricity dust. The other main one is this one.” She did something complex with the handle and it started shifting a great deal more clicking in on itself into a new shape. When it finished Ash was looking down the barrel of a high tech dust beam cannon, although it promptly jerked up over Rouge’s shoulder again. When she spoke this time her voice was delighted, “This is a genuine high powered dust beam cannon, unloaded at present of course. There is a between bit that can fire rifle rounds and sniper dust rounds, but this mode is way more exciting. I haven’t gotten a reason to use it yet and I can’t waiiiit.” Her attention suddenly jerked back to Ash. She could talk about this like a convincing human being and needed to try if she wanted to make a friend. Admittedly this friend was oddly flirty, but Rouge supposed that was just how Ash was. When she spoke her voice was happy and curious, “What does your kit do?”


Another set of steps backwards. The uncomfortable faunus did her best to increase the distance from herself and the clearly dangerous weapon. She listened to the clearly excited girl talk, trying her hardest to stay focused and not zone out like she had a habit of doing. “That’s intense… and really hot, to be honest.” Ash finally spoke, biting her lip slightly in attempt to get some, or any of this oblivious girl’s attention. When the attention actually did shift towards herself, the question took Ash off guard. Of course she should have been prepared for Rouge to ask her about her own weapon, but the thought of trying to top her beast of a weapon was terrifying. She fumbled a bit with her shield, and pulled out her shotgun from her side. “Well this one,” she motioned towards Cotton Ball, “is a shield. It… shields stuff.” Ash mentally scolded herself, ‘Come on, quit being awkward, show this cutie how badass you are.’

“So it basically saves lives, I just toss it to someone and they activate it and, boom, shield. I had some help stea- I mean, building it, and it uses hard light dust… which I legally got. From Atlas.” She explained, coughing in an attempt to cover that up. She put Cotton Ball back in its pouch, holding up her shotgun. “This bad boy, is Harbinger of Doom. Starts off as a shotgun, so I can blast people’s guts. And then turns into a huge ass cannon that can launch both supplies and ammunition. So I get to help other people and like, also murder shit.” Ash shrugged, “It’s pretty cool, maybe not as epic as a godly hammer-gun, but close.” She gave another flirty grin, winking at Rouge in a playful manner.


Rouge listened mostly attentively, but when Ash finished speaking she immediately ignored the other girl’s attempts to make a distance, putting her hammer down on the ground and rushing directly into Ash’s personal space. She bent over the shotgun so fast that her hair whipped Ash in the face but she didn’t notice as she grabbed the shotgun, preventing the other girl pulling away. She muttered, only a bit to Ash and mostly to herself, “Hmmmm. It’s a bit dirty and scratched up. Definitely seen use and not a loooot of care. Pretty well maintained though, and the baseline craft is pretty good. What’s it hit like though? Actually no there’s only one good way to test that and now I’m curious.” Before Ash could ask what she meant Rouge reached down and pulled the trigger at point blank range against her torso. The only warning Ash got was Rouge’s sudden movement and her aura flaring pink as she concentrated on shielding before there was a sudden blast and Rouge flew back. The back of her legs hit her luggage and she flipped around, slamming into the wall behind face first and upside down. She slid down the wall and thunked lightly into the floor, lying still for a moment. Then she rolled over and sat up, wincing a little. She looked to Ash and smiled, big and bright before excitedly saying, “Ooooh that has some weight to it. That’s a pretty decent shotgun for one I haven’t made.”


Ash hardly had any time to react to anything. She opened her mouth to try and flirt with Rouge, since she quickly cut the distance between them, only to be given a mouthful of red hair instead. “Why are you? What are you? Of course I use it. Wait, hold on, what are you-?!” Her words were cut off by the sound of her shotgun being fired, and the sudden collision of her gun against her face, thanks to being no where near prepared for the recoil. She was momentarily stunned, dropping her own weapon as she reflexively put a hand on her nose. Ash was about to scream at Rouge for being so stupid to let that happen and risk hurting someone, until she realized that Rouge actually did hurt someone, herself. Any sign of pain, flirtation, or her usually ever present over confidence had faded, replaced by a look of sheer horror. When Rouge was lying still on the floor, Ash quickly bolted to her side, not hesitating to make sure she was still conscious and breathing. Well, Rouge wasn’t dead, but that didn’t change the fact that she could have died if she wasn’t as in control of her Aura as she was. When Rouge finally looked at Ash, she was met with an expression that had many conflicting emotions. Shock, fear, anger, worry, guilt, and many more made their way across her face, finally settling with frustration. “What the hell? Why would you do that?! Are you okay? Seriously, y-you, I could have hurt you! It didn’t break through your aura right? I’ve never shot my gun at someone who was literally that close to me. You’re not bleeding? No bullets actually got in your skin right?” The frustration melted into genuine concern as she placed her hands on Rouge’s stomach, unable to tell if she was bleeding or not thanks to her black attire. “Okay, you aren’t dying. That’s a relief. I’m still… I’m sorry.” Her final statement was nearly a whisper as she looked at Rouge, all of her composure melting away in what felt like an instant.


Rouge was slightly winded, but otherwise fine. Until that is the Very pretty ram girl, rushed over to her, and got in her face, concern written clearly on the other faunus’s face. Most of her turned bright red again and froze while a small part of her brain went, Yep, still exceedingly gay. Ash’s words confused her, and when she spoke she deliberately stamped out any breathiness, all of which would definitely have been related to the impact as far as she was concerned. Instead, her voice was confused, “I only shot myself with a shotgun? I have tested wayyyy heavier munitions than that. Haven’t you ever blown yourself up? As soon as I got good with my aura I started testing stuff.” She had the decency to look slightly embarassed before she spoke again, “I know I should have asked first, but I was super curious about your weapon. Nothing really gives as good a feel for how hard a weapon hits as taking the hit to the aura yourself. Makes it easier to judge strengths and weaknesses along with just how heavy the impact is.” She looked genuinely confused and apologetic, although she also still had a blush on her face.


The Faunus continued to stare at Rouge with wide eyes. She remained silent for a while, opening her mouth in an attempt to speak, only to have words fail her. So instead of being able to voice her concern with Rouge’s stupidity, Ash stared at the girl like a fish out of water, gasping for air. Her cheeks reddened to match Rouge’s, feeling embarrassed for her supposed “overreaction.” After another minute of stunned silence, Ash spoke up again, “What?! Blow myself up?? You said you were from Atlas? Not Vacuo?” A groan of frustration left her lips, “No, that doesn’t matter. What matters, is that you could have gotten seriously hurt.” The faunus stood up, holding out a hand to help Rouge up if she wanted it. Since there wasn’t anymore immediate danger, Ash was able to realize just how panicky and emotional she had shown herself to be, and quickly attempted to cover that with arrogance, “N-next time don’t be so dumb.. You made a total fool out of yours-... me. You made a fool out of me.” Ash wore a look of frustration on her face, but it was clear from the blush on her own face, as well as the look of concern in her eyes that her words were practically meaningless. “Now come on, let me at least make sure you’re okay.”


Rouge listened with a curious tilt to her head. She understood that Ash was worried and irritated, but she didn’t understand why you wouldn’t test things this way. The aura kept you safe, and nothing else gave you as good a feel for a weapon. In the end, she decided she would just avoid testing in front of her new friend. She accepted the pull to her feet from the other Faunus before she spoke. When she spoke her voice was soft and conciliatory, “I don’t think you were foolish or seem like a fool, and by all means, feel free to check. I am genuinely fine though. The impact knocked the wind out of me a little bit but that’s it.”


Amidst the chaos of emotions that had flooded Ash, she had unintentionally activated her semblance on herself. After years of using her semblance to boost her mood or hide her feelings, it was second nature for her to activate it during stressful situations such as this. Ash wanted to show general concern for Rouge. Not to mention, she truly was worried for the well being of her new friend. But the sudden spike of alcohol in Ash’s system aimed her focus… elsewhere. And the opportunity to ‘inspect’ the girl before her was like icing on the cake. ‘Keep it professional, make sure she’s actually ok, and then we can make like a ram and be horny.’ She thought to herself, still unable to keep her usual grin from forming on her lips. The sheep faunus helped Rouge to her feet, listening to her as she spoke. “Knocked the wind out of you? With that amount of force being so close, you could have definitely broken a rib or something.” With that statement, and without any other warning, Ash took a step closer to Rouge and dropped to her knees. So she could be eye level with her ribs, of course. There definitely wasn’t an ulterior motive there. “Well you look fine, from what I can tell.” She began, resisting every urge she had to lift up Rouge’s shirt. “But, looks can be deceiving.” Ash reached her arms up so that her hands rested on the girl’s waist, slowly making their way upwards as she pressed against every individual rib with her thumbs. “Let me know if it hurts, mkay~?” The sheep girl tried to keep the flirtatious tone out of her voice for as long as possible, but the final sing-song statement she spoke seemed to clarify her intentions.


Rouge was initially frozen as the other girl checked on her. Her brain stuttered to a halt as her focus narrowed down to the feeling of the other Faunus’s hands on her, and her body was perfectly still. When Ash finished Rouge responded like a deeply startled, and bright red cat, raising up onto her tiptoes and stretching out and back, skittering back against the wall. When she spoke her voice was two or three octaves higher and a little stuttery, “I th-think my ribs are fiiiiiii,” her voice squeaked out here. It took her a few seconds but her voice went full panic Schnee mode, quiet and flat, “My ribs are fine, thank you for checking. Here I need to put away my weapon real quick.” With that she scooted past Ash and to her weapon on the floor, starting the process to shift it back into box form.


Ash chuckled to herself, standing up as Rouge began to work on putting up her weapon. They had made quite the scene on the ship, but a few death glares from the ram faunus seemed to get rid of most of the bystanders. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay.” She grinned, leaning back against the wall of the airship, her eyes still not leaving Rouge. “Next time, ask a person before you shoot yourself with their weapons, ok?” There was a playful tone in her voice, followed by a calm, only slightly awkward, silence.


Rouge took a calming breath as her hammer clicked back into box form. When it was done she had a seat and gestured towards her actual luggage before she spoke, “Feel free to have a seat, but I need to check something.” With that she pulled out her scroll and brought up some text or another in tiny letters.​

Spoiler: Details Dahlings

Collab post between me and BrokenRemedy

 

[Servant]

Alaska Romero
Bang.
The blood-chilling sound of a gun being fired in close proximity suddenly assaulted Alaska's ears and without any semblance of hesitation she reached for her suitcase yet again, however this time it was different. In a moment's notice the piece of luggage was reaped open and fell onto the ground now stripped empty of its content. Alaska had stood up and turned to watch the sea of students with a vigilant gaze, her left arm held on tightly to a colossal shield that almost matched her own height. The weapon's shape was that of a coffin, its frontal face was made out of a metal of similar coloring to platinum and its form was outlined by a black metallic border, but the most noticeable aspect of it was a dark engraving of Atlas' symbol that lay right on the middle of the weapon. Suddenly, the engraving began glowing with a blue hue and the area around Alaska became ever so slightly colder.

After briefly surveying the airship Alaska was able to spot the source of the commotion and for a split second her eyes displayed nothing but utter disgust for the responsible duo. From the looks of it the previously mentioned predator faunus had shot herself in the face with a shotgun right in front of the sheep/ram faunus, and much to Alaska's dismay she seemed fine. The worst part was that the pair treated the whole situation like nothing out of the ordinary and acted with a "Teehee seems like I've shot myself again in a crowded area, oopsie woopsie"-kind of attitude before resuming a seemingly casual conversation.

"You fucking children." Alaska directed the insult towards the two stooges, were all faunus this idiotic?

After venting her frustration Alaska sat back down, though with her suitcase ruined she placed her shield on her lap. For a brief moment Alaska looked straight towards the green outfitted bald student, she simply shook her head in a disapproving manner as if to say: "Can you believe this?" ​

 

[vode635]

BAM!!

Grenians head jerked around towards the sound of the gunblast, his right hand reaching for the haft protruding over his right shoulder and his eyes beginning to glow green.

As his eyes lit up time seemed to slow for the hunter in training. This was not the result of adrenaline, or the sudden shock of the sound of firing. This was Sensory Rush, Grenians unique semblance. Rather than altering his abilities or creating some external effect, Grenians semblance forced his brain into a form of overdrive. For short periods of time Grenian could process incoming visual and auditory stimuli at incredible speeds rivaling that of the most advanced pieces of computer hardware and software.

In a blink of real-time, Grenian had several seconds to take in the room. Virtually everyone in the room had at least glanced in the direction of the sound, and a few appear to have had similar reactions as him. Then his eyes found the source of the sudden sound. The girl in dark clothes he had noticed earlier was in the process of flying backwards to the ground with her aura glowing brightly, Another girl was getting a faceful of what appeared to be her own weapon. She looked completed surprised, with no hint of malice on her face.

Grenain ended his semblance with a grimace and placed his now raised hand on his forehead. He spoke in a somewhat quiet voice, though still loud enough for his seat neighbors to overhear. "Please whatever powers that be, let me not be on their team. Either of them." He raised his eyes to look around the room and his eyes again met those of the red haired girl with the pin. He shrugged his shoulders at her with a face that was half frustration and half exasperation. "I..I just.. I have no idea with some of these people. How did they get here again?"

 

[Hesoj_Yarwar]

Nodding slightly, Chrome acknowledge Cerise’s answer cordially.
“I see; you’re more of a swimmer. I guess that makes sen-“

BANG

The sudden discharge of a weapon ringed in his ears, and for an instant, he froze, a cold chill running down his spine and a burning sensation running along the edge of his flesh and prosthetics, his heart racing and his breath becoming ragged.

In his minds eye he saw the flash of light, felt the heat of the explosion, and the sickening crunch of breaking bones and ripping flesh, before lightening coursed through his body and everything went dark.

His senses returning to him, Chrome clutched his chest and gasped for breath for a moment, before wheeling about, his gauntlets whirring as they spun through to his preferred selection of Dust, ready for a fight.
His eyes took in the scene, quickly registering that what had happened was an accident.
Taking a steadying breath, Chrome buries his earlier panic deep, parts clicking back into a locked position on his gauntlets, before ya briskly strode towards that corner of the ship.
“Excuse me for a moment!” He calls back to Cerise, and as he passes the two students commenting on the stupidity of the situation, he mutters just loud enough for them to hear, “Yeah, sounds like Gun safety should be our first lesson at Beacon, honestly...”
Pushing the criticism aside, he carefully approaches behind the two women, making eerily little noise as he does so.
“Excuse me; I’m First Aide Certified; can I help you?” He asks in a manner that is a harmonious balance between warm, kind, and professional, giving them both a charming smile as he begins to look over the smaller, profusely blushing girl for any signs of injury.

 

[Tigerman1211]

When Glanos first jumped onto the student transport, he thought he knew what he was doing. It was a simple plan, really, just jump on and find an opening of some kind, whether it was a hatch or vent he didn’t care. But, to Glanos’ increasing annoyance, there seemed to be no entrances anywhere on the top of the airship, and the upper deck was likely under watch by the crew of the ship so he was trapped. This is what happens when you don’t understand the layout of the ship before infiltration Turk would have his ass for this if he ever caught wind of this whole debacle. He didn’t really have a backup plan for this scenario, so unless he broke into the bridge, which was likely to get him in even more trouble than the various nicks and gouges his knives left in their wake, he would have to wait out the rest of the ride to Beacon on top of the Airship.

Overall, not the best Monday he’d had so far.

“Well,” He sighed to himself, “maybe if I could make it down to the Passenger’s deck I wouldn’t get caught, but getting there would be more trouble than it’s worth”

Before he could decide on a course of action, the sounds of motors whirring behind him alerted him, he found himself staring down the barrel of one of the many anti-Grimm cannons currently aiming at him, most of which were about to

”this… has turned into a difficult situation”

Moving without thinking, Glanos threw himself as hard as he could off the side of the roof, barely dodging the hail of bullets being fired at him as he slammed onto the upper deck. He quickly scanned the area, looking for cover, but the deck was barren of anything but the safety railing. He had two options, break into the bridge for cover or risk a jump off the edge, and the turrets were already locking back onto him. Well, the railing *was* farther from the guns, and he had already survived one idiotic jump today, why not try a second time?

Glanos raced towards the railing, his aura taking a few hits from the turret fire, and vaulted over the rail. He angled his body downwards and began to free- fall parallel to the side of the ship, trying to see if there was anywhere safe to try and land, but then the wall he was falling next to came to a stop, and he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a viewing deck filled with... teenagers?

”Wait, that must be the Passenger’s deck! Well then, this is all going according to plan. And those simpleton’s thought I couldn’t do it. Ha! Nothing can defeat the great Glanos Logio, nothing!”

Naturally, this musing of his caused him to fall even further, and when he finally focused on pulling out his sword and Thrusting towards the Passenger’s deck he came up a few feet short, even with the assistance of Lightning Dust. He was forced to haphazardly stab Harpe into the top of the large arched window, and use it as an anchor to keep him from falling even further.

Now it seemed he was stuck once again, dangling like a large, angry leaf for all to see. At least everyone appeared to be focusing on another part of the room where a… small child appeared to be on the floor with a shotgun next to her and someone wearing a form of Atlesian dress uniform seemed to be tending to her. Well, at least he wasn’t the only one having an off day. He then began to kick at the window to try and alert someone to try and signal for assistance. A few did notice, but by then he had a more pressing issue, that being the fact that the kick had begun to dislodge Harpe from the wall, and he was going to fall soon.

“Overall, I think this definitely counts as the worst Monday yet”

 

[PlusUltra]

Cerise seems to jump to attention at the sound of the gunshot, looking over at her new friend runs to the side, following shortly after to peak over their shoulder curiously "I mean they both look ok.....i guess there just being silly....." laughing a little as she watches over the scene, but the faint twitching her ear distracts her as she turns to look towards the window of the airship.

Wandering over to look against the glass once more she gives a confused glance seeing the boy hang there, what happened next likely set the inside into more chaos as the small girl seems to pull the window downwards, almost effortlessly cracking the steel safety seal over the window and causing vast windows to swirl around the inside the cabin as she giggles outside at the person "Silly....your supposed to be inside right" leaning over the side to give a hand to the boy to pull him inside, a wide grin on her face and hair blown wildly by the high winds, getting a firm grip on him with the other hand to make sure he doesn't fall and pulling him towards herself.

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