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Beacon Academy / Re: Renovations [Team CASA] [Closed]
« on: June 16, 2018, 04:32:03 AM »
"Oh! Right!" The boy called out and pulled out his scroll. Even he could find the email, after all. He opened it, looking through it himself for a moment - he hadn't really considered any additional classes. Cream wasn't one to spend much time studying to begin with.

"I don't think my schedule should be a problem to work around!" Coconut commented as he tried to find the option to forward the schedule. Man, why couldn't they just give out physical copies of these things? Come to think of, maybe they did. That didn't change the fact Coco didn't have one, though.

Beacon Academy / Re: Crème de la Crème [CLOSED]
« on: June 16, 2018, 04:27:34 AM »
Figuring out the damage done to his weapon would have to wait until after the match. Coconut was prepared for Prism to attack again, yet he was at an even worse range disadvantage than before - something he had forgotten to take into account. While he managed to parry the first strike, the second attack was able to connect. By the third attack, he had figured something out.

The boy parried the attack again, but rather than immediately repositioning his blade to guard himself again, he pushed back against the glaive, moving towards Prism. Cream had to keep OTN pressed against the glaive for this to work, leaving him no choice but to attack with his free hand again - even so, if he could close the distance he'd gain the upper hand.

(Punch - 4%)
Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [██--------] 27%
  Aura: [███████---] 76%

Plot Zone / Re: Beach Volleyball!
« on: June 12, 2018, 07:56:20 AM »
Coco for the social thread and Anza for the volleyball thread!

Beacon Academy / Re: Crème de la Crème [CLOSED]
« on: June 10, 2018, 05:05:23 AM »
Favorite swordsman? Nice!

Prism gives Coco little time to appreciate the compliment, though. His leader goes for an attack from his right, an obvious one at that. Coco moves his blade to block it, only to find that it was, in fact, a feint. Shit.

The boy is unexpectedly knocked off of his feet, landing on his back. OTN had fallen flatly beside him. Cream was starting to feel the burn, and Prism continued to outpace him. It was time to bring out the big- well, small guns.

The boy rolled to the side to avoid further attacks, all the while grabbing OTN in both hands. The boy twisted the sword's pommel to return it to its primary form and a nasty screetch escaped the weapon as he did. He winced - the weights had stopped the weapon from transforming properly, though they had now fallen off. One of the spring-loaded blades had snapped off entirely. Crap.

Even so, the boy scrambled up on his feet, shortsword in hand. He prepared to defend once more, hoping that the mechanism wasn't that fucked.

Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [███-------] 30%
  Aura: [████████--] 81%

Beacon Academy / Re: Renovations [Team CASA] [Closed]
« on: June 08, 2018, 10:56:53 AM »
Well, that had failed as much as it possibly could have. Prism was clearly upset with him, and her ultimatum was clear. Even so, a short little gasped escaped past Coconut's lips. She... Looked pretty good when she was flustered, but even better when she was angry.

"Y-yes, M'am," the boy finally stammered out, grabbing the box from the bed and shoving it under it for the time being. At that point, he tried to concentrate on the conversation around him to little avail. All of it just went over his head - something about a disease, something about trasnplats, something about enza- enzi- enzo- something about something. Coco scratched the back of his head, not sure if it would be wise to butt in. What was his schedule, anyway?

Beacon Academy / Re: Renovations [Team CASA] [Closed]
« on: June 06, 2018, 04:15:26 AM »
"A-ah, w-well, y'see, the thing about that is that... I was... Hm..." Coconut mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse. There was an excuse out there somewhere that would make this situation completely okay and not at all awkward.

"Those... Are... A house-warming gift." he finally got out, finger-guns and all. What was the implication behind these words? Who knows. Coconut certainly didn't. He then peered towards Amane. "Oh, yeah, TVwould be great! We could definitely, uhhh. Use a TV."

In that moment, he hoped for two things - one, that the subject would be dropped before he got punched in the balls, and two... That Prism wouldn't keep digging and also find the DVDs which would make his attempt to change the subject seem that much worse.

The Vale Region / Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« on: June 06, 2018, 03:54:47 AM »
The heavily-pierced girl snickered. "Oh, ya plannin' on some..." she said, then produced a series of squeaking, honking and clicking noises. " tha back, huh? Well, can' really judge or nothin'. Plen'y o' room back 'ere for ya, if you ca' even move afta' tha fight."

The girl then turned towards the man still taking bets, shouting out: "OI! Kramer! Who's the new chick fightin'?!"

"Fuckin' Sark, lass!"

"Oof. Migh' wanna take a rai'check on tha squeak-squeak, ladies. An'way, I'm guessin' you two can follo' me, then," she continued, gesturing towards the two presumed lovebirds. She then pointed her thumb towards the door that eyepatch had just gone through. "Tha rest o' ya can go git ya seats. Managah seats are at tha front. You'll kno' 'em when ya see 'em."

With that, the girl started leading the way to a set of doors off to the side of the room. It seemed that the crowd was preparing for the fights as well, both the feline compatriot and masked giant having gone inside. The team was splitting up and the mission begins here.

Akel and Prism were led into a brightly lit hallway, several cracks and old stains scattered along the concrete. There were doors on either side of the hall, most marked with number one-through-twelve. One door was marked as 'Custodial Supplies', another remaind unmarked. As you passed an intersecting hallway, the girl stopped. To the left you see a staircase, and to the right - another set of steel doors.

"Right 'en, ova there's tha door to the ring. You're up in twen'y, so don' get too carried away or nothin'. Ya can take dres'n' room ten, should be free tonigh'. Imma head back, got bunch a more fightas comin' in. Real mess tonigh', ya kno'?"

And just like that, the girl was gone. No guards, no cameras, nothing - it seemed that the fighters are given free reign back here. Almost a little too perfect for what they had planned.

The door which Mordred and Rachel would take would lead them into a massive room which resembled a rundown factory assembly room repurposed as an auditorium. Numerous rows of seats surrounded the center of the room, where a massive cage was located - the fighters' entrances seemed to be located where one would have previously found conveyor belts. Set in front of the regular seats were ones which were undoubtedly meant for managers. These were located on three sides of the rom - the one closest to the entrance was currently entirely occupied by one manager alone. It was, of course, cat guy from earlier - while he himself had his arms spread across three seats, every single chair around him was taken by the faunus, all of them in varying states of 'on top of him'.

The next set of seats was mostly free, two of them taken by eyepatch and his companion, a chair remaining empty next to the man. He seemed about as laid back as the cat guy - there was a glass of beer in his hand, though the bowl-cut girl next to him seemed to be eyeing the beverage with distaste.

The last set of manager seats had some room left as well. The large kimono-clad man was sitting in the middle, his two guards at his side. A bottle of vodka laid closeby, but there was something odd about it - as if there was something floating around in it, shapeless and glowing. It didn't appear like he had started drinking, though - the bald man, on the other hand, was already slamming shots.

Mordred remained silent as to not blow his cover. Looks like it would be up to Rachel to lead the way.

Beacon Academy / Re: Crème de la Crème [CLOSED]
« on: June 05, 2018, 02:05:35 AM »
Coconut's slash had missed its mark, the jab not doing enough damage to warrant any celebration. Her stumble might give him an opening, though. He pulls OTN back with both hands, holding it so that the tip of the blade is facing Prism. He makes no effort to dodge or block the strike aimed at his thigh - truth be told, he didn't realize that's what the girl was going for. His leg is sent back, but that's irrelevant for the time being as he thrusts his blade forward, going for a strike which would work well to impale an ursa.

(Stab - 10%)

Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [███-------] 30%
  Aura: [████████--] 87%

Beacon Academy / Re: Renovations [Team CASA] [Closed]
« on: June 04, 2018, 12:45:22 AM »
"N-No, really it's-" The boy turns around just in time to see the team's leader digging through one of his boxes - no, she was digging through the box. The one containing all of his personal research material. Fuck.

Quietly, Coconut wanders over back to the bed and extends his hands, an awkward grin on his face. "I-I think I can unpack that one myself, later," Coco suggested before his eyes briefly lit up, the grin growing wider, "Unless you want to unpack it. Like, really want to."

The Vale Region / Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« on: June 01, 2018, 12:50:56 PM »
Club Theme: TVXQ! - Keep Your Head Down

The mixture of smells which hit the group's faces as they entered the club was difficult to describe. The sweet smell of liquor, the pungent odors of sweat and vomit, the ill-fitting fragrance of perfume and the faint scent of blood - all of it combined to create the bittersweet tang of an urban slaughterhouse.

It appeared that people from all walks of life had gathered there that night - in one corner of the room, several harsh-looking thugs were grunting something at each other, their little circle clouded in cigarette smoke. On the opposite corner, a blonde man with an unbuttoned suit jacket, lacking an undershirt, was thoroughly enjoying the company of several scantily-clad female cat faunus.

Near the middle of the room, several men in suits had surrounded a bearded man with a notepad clearly taking bets. While most of them were seemingly proffessional, some of them were obviously belligerent. The bearded man seemed used to it, though. The men's voices died down as three more figures approached the group, one of them towering over the others.

The tallest one was dressed in a red kimono, his feet bare, yet that much wasn't as bizarre as the mask covering the top half of his face resembling the snout, eyes and ears of a pig covered in bloody cuts.The other two appeared to be large man's personal guards - a woman with bizarrely long, shaggy hair, her legs and arms covered in pouches and straps, and a bald man in a leather jacket who appeared to be unarmed. The woman was just idly glancing around the room, shooting grins at the patrons, the group which had just entered included. The man was more serious, his sunken eyes scanning around for any weapons and potential threats to his boss.

Lastly, you could spot the man with the eyepatch and his female bodyguard walking through a door in the back of the room. The group could swear that just before he stepped through, he had given them a wink. Or, well, he might have just blinked - obviously, it was hard to tell.

Soon after entering the group was approached by a short brunette in a dangerously short crop top, her lips, ears, nose and navel holding as much metal as a small airship. She appraises the group for a moment before blowing out a gum bubble, popping it over her mouth and sucking it back in. "So, which one of y'all's fightan' and which one's tha managah?" she asked in a shrill voice, loudly chewing on the gum in her mouth. You could physically see the substance stick to her teeth as she bit into it.

Beacon Academy / Re: Crème de la Crème [CLOSED]
« on: June 01, 2018, 08:43:03 AM »
Coco's initial attack made contact, but the second was deflected by Prism's glaive. That being the case, he was expecting immediate retalitation. The boy let his sword fall, planting it into the ground in front of himself to block the oncoming slash. The boy had made progress, however, as he was now applying pressure - and he didn't plan on stopping.

His blade wasn't in a position for a proper slash and had to be moved. In that moment, Coconut decided to go for a risky move - those were very much his forte. He kept his left hand grasping on the hilt of his blade, spinning himself around clockwise with his right elbow out. The initial spin was unlikely to do much, though he did extend his fist in case he would catch Prism off-guard. The real blow came after as he pulled his sword along, aiming for a loose, wide swing at his opponent. It was a bit slower than his regular attacks, but the momentum from the spin had allowed Coco to exert himself a bit less.

(Spinning jab - 3%, Spinning slash - 10%)

Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [███-------] 35%
  Aura: [█████████-] 92%

Beacon Academy / Re: Renovations [Team CASA] [Closed]
« on: June 01, 2018, 04:22:03 AM »
"Whoa... That's badass." Coconut uttered in reference to Amane's response. He took a mental note to try and talk to that guy later - he seemed pretty intense.

He turned back to resume organizing his accessories, setting a series of crowns atop of a mannequin head he used as a stand for such things - each crown was just slightly smaller than the last, begging the question of how he even kept them atop of his head.

"Oh, sure, Prism. I could us- Nope, nah, I-I'm good." the boy answered his leader's question before catching himself - that stuff was better not seen by anyone, especially not his female teammates. Besides, he didn't really have much to unpack anyway - this was most of it.

The Vale Region / Re: Royal Guard [CLOSED]
« on: May 31, 2018, 04:16:56 AM »
Silica squinted at Amane, clutching her scroll. "Hey, you guys are not to leave her alone for anything. If she's atta-"

"Now, now, Silica, I'm sure that they know what they're doing. If you think it'll help, you can go. We'll be in the main auditorium - Silica, you should tag along with her so that she can get backstage without issues," Ms. Royale said, smiling at the woman. She then turned to the group again.

"My apologies, but what are your names? I don't want to just be calling you 'guards' or anything."

By now the crowd would clearly be moving towards one of the larger buildings on campus. There were plenty of guards among them - clearly, the Royales weren't the only ones worried about security during the event. Nobody really stood out in the crowd, with few people carrying anything that could resemble a weapon. Those who did seemed to be huntsmen - to call them suspicious wouldn't be apt.

Beacon Academy / Re: Crème de la Crème [CLOSED]
« on: May 31, 2018, 04:07:34 AM »
Coconut winced and stumbled forward as he was struck in the back. This was bad - he had messed up his very first strike against her, already putting himself at a disatvantage. Prism's speed and mobility was already proving to be a problem. His next attack needs to do something.

"Th-that's the plan!" He charged towards his opponent, sword low again, but the charge more stable this time around. He swung his blade upwards and to the left, but kept his momentum as he did. His intention is simple - if the initial slash fails, he can bring the blade back down on her. Even so, the boy needs to strain every muscle in his arms to control the blade and stop it from falling backwards after the slash.

(Slash - 8%, Backslash potentially 10%)

Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [████------] 40%
  Aura: [█████████-] 92%

Beacon Academy / Re: Renovations [Team CASA] [Closed]
« on: May 31, 2018, 04:01:33 AM »
"Oh, that's who that was! He seemed a bit scary... D'you happen to know his workout routine?" Coconut asked as he began unpacking himself. He set the weights and protein powder aside for now, carrying the lot of his art equipment to one of the desks along with the box containing his accessories. He then began the process of arranging all of it, the most orderly the team would ever see the boy be - hair pins on one side, various crowns and tiaras on the other, an entire rack of ribbons in colors ranging from bright pink to black... There was a lot of shit there.

He glanced towards the earpiece, his mouth agape at the mention of [2000$] just laying in a box like that. How loaded was Amane? Coconut couldn't even fathom having that much spending money - not that he would have anything to spend it on.

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