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Beacon Academy / Re: Introduction to Advanced Aura [Closed]
« on: January 14, 2019, 05:23:37 PM »
Prism turns back to her notes, twiddling with her pen for a moment before it begins to write down Ms. Nahualli’s latest explanation. This technique only had a 85% success rate - it’ll kiss you by the first phase if you dared try it, and even then if it decides to be merciful, you’ll be permanently crippled for life. That’s not to mention that Prism might not even be possible of accomplishing it, given that creating and controlling large gusts of wind isn’t something that can be done with a person’s aura normally.

Prism’s pen stops for a moment as she bites her lip, a rare frown etching itself into her face. This wasn’t something worth learning if it weakened her, or weakened her semblance - she was perfectly aware that she couldn’t physically stand up to a good portion of the academy, and sometimes the only thing that kept her on her feet was an oversized aura and overpowering semblance, so-

When had that ever stopped?

Her mind made up about approaching Ms. Nahualli after class was over to evaluate her candidacy, Prism resumes her rapid chicken-scratch notetaking. Her hand flies into the air as per the norm at the end of the TA’s monologue, not waiting to get called on to ask her question. “Ms. Nahualli, if it’s so dangerous, why did you personally decide it was worth learning?” She asks, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Everywhere Else / Re: Being a Responsible Adult [CLOSED]
« on: January 10, 2019, 11:41:42 PM »
“The Royale family sponsors me - Royal Senior, specifically. He has scholarships for students who can’t attend Beacon or other combat schools, and I was lucky enough to snag one.” She answers, letting a hint of pride in her voice. “Plus like, two afterschool jobs and night classes at Signal brought me up to par pretty quickly. There’s plenty of time in the day when you don’t sleep.” Her joke is on the lighter side, even if her voice is oddly weighted - finishing with another sip of the energy drink in her hand.

Hunter’s offer to sponsor her though makes her perk up though, straightening her back and blinking at him rather widely for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just said - another Hunter, and one that’s tasked with teaching the next generation, offering to teach a tiny faunus from Vale that vaguely showed some promise. That’s basically any sane student’s dream. A professional huntsman offering to dedicate their time to teach them, to help them become stronger, faster, better versions of the students they already were. And here was a literal professor, a faunus professor, someone who taught and prepared the next generation of hunters and huntresses to save the world over and over again, singing her praises about her ability to survive and succeed and offering to teach her, she’d be a fool to say anything other than-


The answer is abrupt, sudden, and even Prism seems a bit taken aback by the way she slams the bottom of the energy drink onto the table in enthusiastic confirmation. She blinks, flushes a slight red, and settles back into her chair again as she tries to calm the literal ruffled feathers peaking out from behind her. ”...if you’re willing to pardon the outburst, I’d be absolutely honored to accept you as my sponsor, and would relish the chance to improve my skills in any professional capacity.” She finishes, only smiling a bit awkwardly.

The Vale Region / Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« on: January 05, 2019, 02:02:03 PM »
Prism carefully slides through the door at the top of the staircase, and closes it silently behind her. The astute difference between the grimy fighter rooms downstairs and the crisp and clean management hallway is enough to make her blink a couple times as she takes it in; quickly noting the fairly large management team the fights apparently require.

Whipping out the camera she got from Mordred earlier, she passes down the hallway and takes individual photos of the plaques on each door, alongside mentally noting the names. At the very least, she’d be able to pass on who’s organizing this underground fighter’s ring to Mordred. Her sensitive hearing isn’t picking up the sounds of anybody else in the hallway though - so it won’t hurt to poke her head into one of the offices and see what she can find.

Based on her experience leading team Casanova, it’d be any of the managers who’d probably have the most information on the operation, given what it’s like to schedule training periods and everything - but the administrator was the one who’d have the most information on everyone.

So, after she’s finished taking pictures of the entire hallway, she turns and tries the door to Whitaker’s office.

Jima’s smile isn’t back yet. The expression on her face is tense, concentrated, and- for some reason, she’s fighting with her eyes closed?

That doesn’t seem to stop her relentless assault though. She’s trying to step into Rufus’ personal space as soon as he rolls back, unwilling to let her opponent get away. The mace comes back into play hard and fast with a quick combination of swings, favoring the speed over anymore heavier blows - at this point in the match, it’s all about who puts out more damage the fastest.

Attack Log:
One-handed Swings (3% x 3, as many as you choose land)

Jima’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 36%
Goliath: Frozen Shut

Everywhere Else / Re: New Relations, New Family [CLOSED]
« on: December 16, 2018, 05:02:58 PM »
“Fuck yeah, food sounds fantastic.” Prism answers, still excited enough to be bouncing on the balls of her heels. She just seems to bypass the news about Calen - she saw the match, it’s only kinda logical he managed to get sick after getting his skinny as soaked clean through.

“Frankly, spicy sounds kinda great right now. Or anything with like, a fairly high amount of carbs. Or caffeine. You know how my metabolism works, flying burns a fuckton of energy, and- ah, shit, I’m rambling aren’t I?” She says a bit sheepishly, cutting herself off halfway through the sentence. “Y’know what, enough words. Lead the way, I have no idea where the foodcourt is from here.”

WiP Characters / Re: Grün Backus
« on: December 16, 2018, 02:02:15 AM »
Heya, Goldfish! Glad to see you’ve got another character up and live on the board! I read through his profile, and I really like the concept you’ve got going on, especially as a convenience-based support character. We don’t have enough of those going around. There’s just a few more factors to consider and tweak, before you move him over to character creation for mod review:

Everything looks fine through appearance, but there’s a weird quirk with his history towards the very end, about having a connection with black-hat hackers, despite working as a white-hat. How would he have managed to build this connection? Why would black-hat hackers trust him if they know he works for a tech corporation helping with security? Is there any sort of advantage to that relationship, like if he sells inside information in order to retain their service/trust? It just might be something good to flesh out, since it’s hard to justify characters having connections to a form of criminal underworld when they’re supposedly a good guy.

Secondly, Gygas Academy isn’t any of the pre-combat academy schools mentioned in-canon or used onsite as far as I know. If I’m misinformed though, please feel free to correct me.

Thirdly, hammerspace is technically a banned semblance on-sight, but I’m aware that you sorted something out with Gus, so that shouldn’t be a problem. It might be worth mentioning how long it takes to acclimate and store the information of an object however, since it shouldn’t be an immediate thing - that’d let him flat-up dissolve an enemy combatant’s weapons in combat, and nobody likes that. And I doubt that his semblance extends to living things and Grimm as well, but that might be worth clarifying as well.

The only other problem I can spot is in weapons, where you mention Malware bypassing a person’s aura - that’s actually not possible, unless their aura is down, or their aura level is low enough to be broken by the dagger attack. They’ll still definitely get damaged though, and the weapon acting as a short-range taser is certainly useful in incapacitating enemies. Regardless, that’s probably something that you’ll wanna clear up.

That’s all I have to say! I’m looking forwards to seeing Grun in action.

Beacon Academy / Re: Meet and Beat [Team CASA][Closed]
« on: December 08, 2018, 12:55:05 AM »
“Just me right off the bat, I’m afraid.” Prism interjects, trying to cut off Coconut’s rather… lascivious comment. She gives Azure’s hand a surprisingly firm shake, before shooting the only male member of Casanova a glare. Behave, or else - it seems like the leader of the team runs a fairly tight ship. “And sorry about the surprise - I think I might’ve heard you once or twice in passing, and at least occasionally on the radio? Never really spent much time listening to music.” She answers faintly. She waves her hand in the air, moving the point on - there’s a lot more to do, and it’d do good to get the rest of the team’s mind off of Amane.

“Regardless, three on one seems a bit harsh to start off, so I’m going to give you a bit of a different challenge.” She answers, taking a step away from the group and unhooking the thin metallic box from her back in one smooth motion. Shifting off the safety and flicking a lever along the outside of the weapon, a long shaft extends from one end, while the main body of the weapons delicately folds outward to form a razor-sharp blade - only taking seconds to form Prism’s characteristic glaive. “I want you to try to land a hit on me. Not trying to take me down necessarily, but just land a single, solid hit. This’ll give me a good feel of your combat skills, and give Josie and Coco hear a chance to see you in action. Sound alright to everyone?” She asks, glancing around the room and looking for approval.

Regardless, another couple steps back - and slides her stance out, gripping the staff of her weapon with both hands.

Everywhere Else / Re: New Relations, New Family [CLOSED]
« on: December 03, 2018, 10:05:35 PM »

All Prism can really do is hug her friend as she’s picked up and spun around, giggling like she was drunk. “Nope! Right as rain - I got oughta there with like, 95% aura! I managed to completely wipe out Smokey’s - did you see the size of that fire tornado, like just- holy shit! I knew I could do that but I didn’t think I could do that!” She raves, taking a step a back and gesturing a bit wildly in reference to the match. She’s honestly a still a bit drunk on her success - but frankly, could you really blame her for that?

Eventually though, after bouncing on the balls of her heels for another couple minutes, she manages to calm down and give Jocelyn a blinding grin. “I could hear your squeal from the stands you know - just barely, but still! Thanks for cheering me on, and- oh wait, how’s Setsuna and Calen? They finished just before me, right?” She suddenly starts, remembering the previous match. “There was a lot of… underwater action, so like - I know nobody drowned, but still. How’re they holding up?”

Beacon Academy / Re: Big Game Hunting [Closed]
« on: December 01, 2018, 05:34:20 PM »
The charging Grimm goes down with Kisha’s first arrow, embedding itself in the creatures forehead before it poofs into a cloud of black smoke. The second Creep goes down in a similar fashion, and Tyrian’s headlong charge is rewarded with a Creep attempting to bite his arm off - only to be sliced solidly down the middle. Diana’s two carefully-aimed shots manage to hit home, which earns the support a quick nod of thanks from Jima. There’s still one Creep that nobody bothered to shoot, though - and it immediately capitalizes the lack of attention by lunging at the nearest target of Tieren, mouth open.

”More Creeps incoming, by the way!” Jima yells, not looking up from her weapon. True to her word, nearly double the initial crowd emerges from the surrounding arena arches, fanning out in a loose semicircle to surround the fledgling hunters. Jima gives an approving hum to herself at the fact, having really only expected Creeps to be around right away- it’d give everyone a good chance to warm up.

Which is why when the feeling of something other niggles at the edge of her Grimm sense, it’s enough to make her jerk her head up in surprise. ”Smokey, incoming!

The ground underneath Kisha and Smokey - the two who decided to stay back -  would suddenly swell from underneath and make cause the stone crack, adding in the fun of additional tripping hazards.  That’s all the warning the two would get though, before the golden-tipped tail of Death Stalker breaks through the stone and attempts to stab the conveniently-placed immovable object.

Creeper x 11
Deathstalker Tail

Creeper Lunge (7%)
Deathstalker Stab (10)


Everywhere Else / Re: Foreign Delicacies [Closed]
« on: November 30, 2018, 12:43:06 PM »
Chantou gives Diana a nod of welcome, before leaning back in her chair - carefully balancing the thing on two legs, one leg planted against the table stem. She raises a questioning eyebrow at Yu when he orders approximately all the seafood on the menu, since he sure didn’t look like a cat faunus - must be some kinda aquatic mammal. Thankfully Diana’s lunch choice is a bit less expensive, so she’ll only be stretching her budget a bit. Still, the company’s pleasant - so she might as well enjoy herself.

“So, either of ya’ plan on competin’ in the Vytal Festival?” She questions, reaching inside her coat to pull out thin silver cigarette case. Popping it open, she puts one between her teeth and reaches for her lighter - before promptly remembering she has company. “...y’all guys mind if I smoke?”

Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: November 27, 2018, 04:45:22 PM »
Prism pauses for a moment as Smokey pinches the tip of her glaive, stares for a moment, and then sighs to himself. He’s not wrong - the new guy’s interruption didn’t deserve to have a weapon pointed at him. She tugs the weapon once or twice to at least signal she wants to remove it from the man’s immobile grip, before it’s transforms back into a simple steel box she slings behind her waist. Prism likes to pride herself on her self control, but after getting clocked in the face with a massive gun, listening to a creepy dude imply he knows more about some family’s murder than he should, and probably getting a concussion - well, she’d let her temper get the better of her. She lets Calen respond as she takes a few slow breaths to calm herself down, before starting from the beginning. ”Right, uh. Sorry about that Catalina - Cat? You didn’t deserve to be snapped at, much less have a glaive pointed in your face. It’s been a long night, but that really isn’t an excuse - so, yeah.”

Secondly, Calen - you’re actually right, as much as I hate to say it.” She admits, turning to face him. ”But it’s something that needs to be addressed on both levels. Institutions need to be dealt with in order to assure the perpetuation of classism and racism doesn’t continue, but the education of small-time racist and bigots is still important, because it’s one less person who agrees with those types of values. You can’t have one without the other, because those bigots support and form the institutions. Micro to macro scale and all that. Man, I really shouldn’t be doing doing this with what’s probably a concussion.” She finishes, rubbing at her forehead.

As she finishes her reply to Calen, she turns to Cat again to listen to his next point. She crosses her arms as he begins to speak, talking about the definition of oppression, the “bad taste” the Faunus Rights Revolution left in the mouth of some people, about how the people who enslaved faunus feelings should’ve been considered - and before she can stop them, the words are already leaving her mouth. ”Before we continue - Cat, I’ll put this politely and ask you to reexamine your words. The Faunus Rights Revolution happened so that the rights we earned would be upheld, and so that we wouldn’t be confined to Menagerie. You’re telling me that faunus shouldn’t have fought and rebelled to insure they weren’t isolated for the rest of the world, because they should’ve thought about how humans felt? About how the people who initially enslaved them felt? Because to me, you’re basically stating the faunus shouldn’t have fought back against the mistreatment we endured.”

Everywhere Else / Re: New Relations, New Family [CLOSED]
« on: November 26, 2018, 11:16:32 PM »
She won.

No matter how you frame the match, no matter how the analysts break it down or angry fans criticize her methodology, there’s no doubt Prism won. A literal complete wipe that left Prism with a near-complete aura. Not only had she almost had a perfect match, but she’d managed to summon one of the strongest windstorms she’d ever created - turning it into a literal firestorm from the smoking remains of Good News’ first on-screen delivery. Despite the acrobatic complications of her first match or the raw fire power of her opponent in the second, she’s undeniably earned her place in the semifinal rounds for the Vytal Festival.

She’d barely dared to dream of coming this far, much less actually making it. But hey, in the end, size wasn’t everything.

So there she was, barely pausing in the recovery room for the world’s fastest shower and a change of clothes that didn’t reek of smoke. Thankfully, she had her spare combat outfit lying around - still had to make a good appearance and all.

Hooking Hawk’s Eye to her waist once again but foregoing the usual goggles, Prism exits the recovery room with the click of her heels echoing off the metal corridor floor. She pauses for a moment at the site of her teammate tapping away on her phone, and a grin grows across her face - and she honestly just can’t help herself.


Jocelyn would only get a moment’s warning with Prism’s uncharacteristic high-pitched squeal, before she’s promptly tackle-hugged by a rush of feathers. ”I won! I won! Holy shit, I’m in the semifinals, holy shit- I won!”

Beacon Academy / Re: Meet and Beat [Team CASA][Closed]
« on: November 10, 2018, 06:11:36 PM »
Prism looks in the mirror, straightens her cravate, and gives a quiet sight to herself as her shoulders droop.

Losing someone hurt. Prism knew that better than a lot of people. Amane had voluntarily dropped out of Beacon, going off to pursue whatever task that secret agent thing she belonged to told her too - and in the process, left the rest of Team Casanova reeling. The goodbye had been brief, abrupt, barely enough time to wish her well and find out of they’d ever see her again-

And it didn’t hurt that after two hours, they would forget the face of a close friend forever more, too.

Prism’s hand pushes past her cravate, reaching for the pocket on the inside of her vest. Carefully tugging out a folded piece of paper, she unfolds it and looks over the hurried drawing, commissioned by Prism seconds after Amane had left. She’d immediately gone to that one third year she’d seen sketching realistic Grimm, and after paying a hefty fee for her immediate attention, described every detail she remembered about Amane’s face before the two hours were up. She remembers thinking it was a fairly accurate match to her friend before forgetting what she looked like, so hopefully the picture was accurate. It was something to remember her by, at least.

Folding it up again, Prism tucks it back into her best and straightens her cravate again. The rest of Casanova still needed their fearless leader, no matter how much it hurt to lose a friend. Especially with the arrival of their new teammate, who was assigned to Casanova almost immediately after Amane’s absence. With only the name Azure Blair to go by, the future looked uncertain - so Prism pulled the familiar worn bomber jacket over her wings again, steeled herself, and moved to step out of the locker room and back into the training ring.

The first she sees (and thinks) was that she managed to miss their new arrival’s… arrival, apparently coming in while she was changing into her combat gear. A minor flush of shame rises at the fact she wasn’t there to greet her, but she pushes past it to focus on the new teammate. She was tall, dressed rather loosely, absent-mindedly strumming a guitar that Prism was willing to bet was her weapon - and had a wolf’s tail hanging from her waist. The slight grin that quirks onto Prism’s face with the addition of another faunus on the team is quickly wiped away as she catches Coconut looking up thankfully at the ceiling. Right, that’d be fun to explain to the new girl.

But regardless of that, Prism had a good first impression to make - and so did her teammates. A piercing whistle shatters the quiet solemnity of the arena, and cuts off Coconut’s initial greeting - interrupted by the familiar click of Prism’s heels carrying her across the arena to join the little group. “Casanova, at attention please! We’re here to greet our new teammate, and saying hi from the ground is no way to introduce yourself, Josie!” The hummingbird faunus announces, her tone turning teasing towards the end of her sentence - there’s obviously no hostility in the leader’s tone towards her teammates.
Regardless of that, Prism pulls up short of Azure, giving a friendly grin up towards the taller faunus. “You must be Azure Blair, right? Just assigned to Team Casanova? I’m Prism Skylark, the leader of our little group - it’s nice to finally meet you!” She chirps, folding one arm behind her back before holding out the other for Azure to take.

Everywhere Else / Re: Being a Responsible Adult [CLOSED]
« on: October 26, 2018, 11:24:53 AM »
Prism’s quiet as Hunter stumbles through his explanation, evidently a bit off-guard. She nurses the remains of the warm noodle bowl as he fumbles, a small smile on her face at the Professor’s awkwardness - before she leans back in her chair with a sigh. Persevered is almost painfully accurate an analysis of her life. “Atlas is a shithole of a place to live, but so is Vale’s fostercare system, especially when you’re a tiny bird faunus. When it came down to it, there was nothing else to do but persevere, or…” Her voice falters for a second, staring off into face. “...die trying, I guess.” She finishes quietly.

Shaking herself out of her revere, she offers Hunter another small smile. “Thank you, though. It’s taken a long time to get to where I am today. In the end, it’s all worth it.”

AMA Section / Re: Good News! You can ask me or my characters anything!
« on: October 24, 2018, 02:46:01 PM »
What's Aurelia's plan and/or leadership model for dealing with the rest of Apricot, and how do you think she'll react to some of the rowdier members?

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