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Serin was mildly disappointed in Profesor Oberons non-reaction but at the very least it was not a sign of disgust, he hoped. He didn't have much time to worry about the professor's acceptance of the plan before a handful of Grimm's howls disrupted the silence of the forest. 'Nows the time to test out our defense, as long as there's not too many I think we can hold it. But that did sound like a bunch of howls....' Serin thought creating a plan for both scenarios.

In preparation for the fight to come to Serin stepped out in front of Oberon while opening his arm blade up fully since there's not much use in using the crossbow in the thick of the forest."Get a ready team, remember, no harm to the professor."
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Introductions, birthdays, and departures. / My Apologies, but Goodbye
« Last post by Flooberoid on June 20, 2018, 09:20:10 PM »
I'm making today my last time logging into this site. I already left the Discord server a little while ago thinking I was gonna make this post then, but honestly I haven't even worked up the motivation to do this until now. I simply don't have nearly as much interest in forum rp or the RWBY universe as I used to, and I'm starting to go weeks if not a month between forced posts. Seeing as I recently had someone removed from another hobby group for doing the same thing I'm doing now, I think it's about time I practice what I preach and just leave. I'm sorry to anyone this inconveniences.
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Plot Zone / Re: 41st Vytal Festival Tournament - Sign Ups end July 4th
« Last post by Siuwa on June 20, 2018, 07:27:36 PM »
1st Year 1v1: Catalina Glenn

4th Year 1v1: Infrared Ray

Huntsman's Bracket: Siu Ceong
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RPG Discussion / Re: The Vytal Festival Tournament 2 Interest Thread
« Last post by L-Money on June 20, 2018, 06:42:06 PM »
Heck Yeah I want in!
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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by Moth on June 20, 2018, 05:03:19 PM »
Prism makes a slight humming noise, closing her eyes as she leans on her friend's shoulder. "Let's see... well, I can talk about before I came to Beacon. I was a skinny 4'7" hummingbird who'd been homeschooled for 12 years, so I knew I'd need a good reputation to get into Beacon- so I threw myself into academics. Ran track, martial arts club, leader of the faunus rights branch at my high school on top of AP classes, hell- even managed to graduate valedictorian!" There's a faint smile on her face as she thinks about that, before going on. "I worked two part-time jobs too- with Melonia, you've met her, and then there was Madame Bernard, my..." She struggles on the word. "...host, and other employer."
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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by MonsterManic on June 20, 2018, 04:57:44 PM »
“...thank you again, dear friend.” There’s a clear underlying tone of gratefulness to Jocelyn’s words, alongside a slight downward curve of her lips at the side—Prism’s clearly made Jocelyn emotional, though there’s no clear sign of it.

“...is there anything about your past that you feel comfortable about sharing?” The question is cautious, careful—put in a way so that Prism didn’t feel obligated to respond.
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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by Moth on June 20, 2018, 04:38:45 PM »
Prism listens carefully, but the resolute look in her eyes don't change. "You've mentioned, and I understand. Still, you're not going to change my mind. Those weren't proper teammates." Prism decides, before leaning against Jocelyn again. There's a beat or two of quiet, and Prism bites her lip as she thinks about something, before starting to speak carefully. "...out of necessity, huh? I understand that especially well. Sometimes to prove something, sometimes to help people, and sometimes just to survive." It's obvious Prism's drifting off as well, but she shakes her head to bring herself back to the present. "You'll find the thing that drives you to excel, I promise. You already have an ironclad goal, now all you have to do is chase it."
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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by MonsterManic on June 20, 2018, 04:24:46 PM »
Prism’s kind words brought a sad smile to Jocelyn’s face. “Thank you, Prism. It does mean a lot to me if you truly mean what you say. And no, my Semblance isn’t hereditary, but we both have healing Semblances. They just work differently.”

“Also, Prism, it was Atlas she attended, not Beacon. Everything was a competition to refine, streamline, improve efficiency, the works. Strictness was the order of the day, and it wasnt’t just the students either. The instructors also joined in, and if it weren’t for her healing prowess she may have been kicked out outright.” Jocelyn shook her head half in disbelief, half in awe. “I think that’s how she became such a good medic; out of pure necessity.”
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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by Moth on June 20, 2018, 04:12:56 PM »
Prism clucks her tongue at the story, her brow slightly furrowing. "As much as I hate to say it, I understand. Some people aren't built for close combat, and unless you can find speed or something else to help you compensate, then you're screwed. But seriously, being shunned by her team because she was having a hard time fighting?" Prism's furrowed brow becomes a full-on glare at the sky, as if her gaze could reach back in time to scorn unknown students. "That's not what a team is supposed to do. They're supposed to help you improve and adapt, not shun you. Props to your mother for making it through that, even if changing was hard."

The last statement makes Prism think for a few moments, before Jocelyn's nudged in the ribs by a wing. "And c'mon now, don't sell yourself short. We both know you're making rapid improvements, and you're able to do thing even your mother couldn't at her age - say, healing at a distance, unless your semblance is hereditary. But still, you have your own unique gifts. Don't be down on yourself about that."
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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« Last post by MonsterManic on June 20, 2018, 04:01:03 PM »
Jocelyn racked her head for memories of her mum’s stories when she was younger. “It’s not a fun story,” she finally said, her strokes becoming erratic as she became lost in thought. “My mum used to fight with a bonesaw, but she kept being beaten and scorned by males who were far superior in close combat. Eventually she was forced to use a ranged weapon to avoid being shunned by her team, even though she was already a better medic that I could ever be at my age.” She looked wistfully at the range, one hand ceasing the scratching to cradle Hyacinth close to her body.
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