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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by Moth on June 14, 2018, 04:51:57 PM »
There's an amused smile on Prism's face as Jocelyn finally appears, still dead to the world as she walks directly into the glass door of the shooting range - which Prism can't help but snort at. She offers Jocelyn a sweet smile as she approaches, nudging the thermos in her direction - it looks like she's gonna need all the help she can get. "Mornin', Josie. Glad to see you're so up at it this early in the morning."

Watching as she brings the thermos up, she winces in sympathy as she drinks it straight-up black - even Prism can't manage that, and usually needs to dump in a shitton of sugar to compensate. Reaching for her bag, she digs through for another moment, before pulling out a little plastic bag full of coffee creamers and sugar packets, handing it to her sleepy teammate. "Everyone's favorite healer got her full eight hours, as far as I'm aware, and just needs to come around a 'lil more. Here, this'lll make it a little less bitter - there's pastries in the box, alongside uh, most of the other breakfast foods I could scrounge from the dining commons." She nudges the box in Jocelyn's direction as well with on wing, grinning a bit sheepishly.
Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by MonsterManic on June 14, 2018, 04:40:51 PM »
While she definitely didn't qualify as a late waker, walking into the sliding glass door after it had opened to grant her access to the shooting range more than proved that it was too early in the morning for Jocelyn to be up and about. Even the strong aroma of coffee and freshly-baked goods didn't rouse more than several bleary winks from the girl, though her nose still picked up the now-familiar smell of the energy drinks that a certain faunus carried around with her. Which meant...

"Good morning, Prism..." Jocelyn mumbled softly, raising a slim hand to stifle her yawns. Managing to stumble into the countertop without upsetting anything, she felt around for the thermos with eyes half-closed to gulp down a concentrated shot of caffeine before instantly regretting that decision as the bitter aftertaste filled her mouth and the hot beverage scorched her throat, causing her to gasp and gulp for air.

This was not a good morning. "...healer needs more zzz's..."

Beacon Academy / A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by Moth on June 14, 2018, 03:34:39 PM »
6:30 in the morning was a harsh time for nearly any student to wake up, especially on a Saturday. But when it came to Beacon Academy, Prism had learned that earlier was better for getting a good spot at the practice range - before it was flooded with early-morning patrons, hoping to polish there skills. Given her night-owl tendencies, she'd been at the practice range since 5, keeping her own skills sharp - it was just up to her teammate now to remember their early-morning appointment.

There's a final crack as a Beowolf-shaped target shatters in the distance, over 1000 meters out. Prism nods in satisfaction at her handy work, before stifling a yawn and walking back over to the small counter top where she'd left her bag. Digging through, she checks her scroll for the time - Jocelyn should be here at any minute - before pulling out the familiar colorful can of her precious energy drinks, cracking seal before leaning on the wall. Her stomach grumbles, but she ignores it for now. The one other advantage of being an outrageous night owl? Getting the first freshly-made pastries from that cute little bakery in town, before dragging the take-out bag back to the training range with her. And raiding the dining commons right as they started to set out breakfast - a thermos of coffee, fresh fruit, bacon - Prism might've gone a little all out, but that's okay. If she's making her teammate get up at 6 in the morning, the least she can do is treat her to breakfast as well.
Beacon Academy / Re: Renovations [Team CASA] [Closed]
« Last post by MonsterManic on June 14, 2018, 02:10:25 PM »
Jocelyn gulped silently. Despite her size--or lack thereof--Prism still cut an intimidating leader figure when she was giving orders. "Yes ma'am." she replied, taking out her own scroll--the modern, fold-away screen version (where did Amane get her tech?)--and looking through it for her own timetable. "Let's hope we have some time that doesn't clash with each other's schedules. If not, I'll try and shift it so the missions I undertake don't intrude on our free time."
Teams / Re: Looking for a First Year Beacon team (4/4)
« Last post by Zatorator on June 14, 2018, 01:53:09 PM »
i vote for the second grey and ill post it to the teams board once rook gets his second approval.
"You may try and shove me, Smokey, but I would advise against it" Oberon replied, smirking at the lad. Watching as the others discussed their strategies and took their positions to guard him, Oberon continued to stroll through the forest and admire the scenery. He couldn't help but remember his years training to become a huntsman and all the hardships he went through with his team, particularly his teammate who became his wife. Smiling as he could still sense her from afar, he wondered if the children had awaken yet. They were the type to get up early for breakfast and so he figured his wife was busy caring for their kids.

A basic plan Oberon thought as he assessed what Serin set in place. It allowed them to easily defend him should they be attacked. However, there were some flaws to it in that they would only be focusing on their last line of defense and not have a farther area of defense. Looking at the dragon construct, he also wondered how the connection between Kiro and Mikado worked as to whether Mikado could see what Kiro sees or not. If it is the latter, then having Kiro look for Grimm would be pointless in that it wouldn't be able to say anything about what it sees nor could Mikado see it either. The holes in the plan weren't extreme, but the consequences that could happen could make or break this mission. Regardless, Oberon acknowledged the fact that at least Serin was trying his best as the team leader to keep his teammates safe as well as the goal of the mission in mind.

Before Oberon could say anything, the hair on the back of his neck prickled as he felt a sudden sensation of being watched. Looks like the Grimm are around he thought with a slight smile. We'll just have to see whether this plan works out or not. It was in that moment that a loud howl could be heard in the distance, followed by dozens of howls.
The Vale Region / Re: Frostbite [Closed]
« Last post by Kaliot on June 14, 2018, 10:37:47 AM »
Upon seeing that another ranged attack was on its way, more Dust spilled out of his cane, this time a mixture of propulsion, wind, and earth Dust. With a motion of the cane to his left, the Dust formed something of a wall, and with a sweeping motion back toward his right, the wall rushed forward toward Savas, crashing into and destroying the bolt of lightening in the process [feels like a single strong gust of wind with a lot more oomph; low actual damage].

With his senses coming back into focus, more Dust released from his cane, this time a pure white. Being careful of his leg, he launched himself into the air toward Savas with the intention of peaking out approximately above him. As he neared the peak of his trajectory, Nicolas prepared for his next attack, and as he passed overhead, he sent three fire-propulsion fireballs to rain down upon Savas.
Avery ducked away from the blade as it pierced the air just beside him. He was ready to drop Dorian and prepare for another attack, but the woman's words froze him in his tracks. Indecision and hesitation: the wrenches that clogged the gears of his mind which he'd normally be able to work through with time, but time was a luxury that they couldn't afford. He bite his lip.

The ship lurched as the woman neared and Avery could feel his footing gave way just as she passed him. He freed his hand that was resting atop his weapon and instead used it to grab hold of the woman, lunging toward her as his feeling of imbalance turned into a reality. His hold on her was also worrisome, but with his other hand preoccupied with Dorian, there wasn't much he could do except pray that the ship wouldn't do anything drastic.
Teams / Re: Looking for a First Year Beacon team (4/4)
« Last post by DEXES on June 14, 2018, 09:17:51 AM »
I'm for the grey one too.
So, seeing that we already have a name, color and leader, the only thing left to do is thinking about what we do for the initiation, and then wait for Rock to get his second approval
Everywhere Else / Re: Shiver [Closed]
« Last post by Janus Rogo on June 14, 2018, 07:12:10 AM »
A response to the first girl died in his mouth as the second, younger girl appeared. His glance took in what he needed to see, just as well as with Nebu. Her remarks, her apparent age, indicated a particularly oblivious student. Well equipped, sure, with who knows what for a semblance, but she wasn't likely to have much experience with it. He held the look for a beat, then his attention shifted again. A broad grin spread across his face as he gestured for the others to come in. He moved into the kitchen area, sparing one more glance for the older woman. Nothing more than a friendly smile and implicit violence.

"Come on, come in, girls. No, I don't have any idea what's up with this town. Weird, though, isn't it?", he said, poking through a pantry. "So, I know one of you is a student, but I'm not too sure for the other. Private sector? Contractor?"
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