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Beacon Academy / Re: Weathering the Storm [Open]
« on: September 05, 2018, 10:16:08 PM »
Maybe it was something in her faunus heritage, with orchid mantis that lived deep in tropical jungles. Or maybe it was just from all those days spent in the sun during humid Mistralian summers working on her car, before finishing off the day with a cold beer. But after all those weeks in frigid Atlas for the Vytal Tournament, Chantou was pretty happy to return Vale discover a heatwave

The perfect sunny day was more than enough to motivate the usually-lax Chantou to do something, so the woman had grabbed her pistols - sans-sword - and wandered down towards the outside training range, planning on honing her skills while enjoying the weather. That was her plan, at least until she came across the ridiculous sight of some shirtless dude affixing a piece of cardboard to a straw dummy. In one of the world’s top combat schools, full of teacher available for private sparring lessons, high-tech training ranges, and with nearly every student’s weapon available for a fight at a moment’s notice, this dude had chosen to create handmade dummies - so what the hell could he be up to?

With the cocked eyebrow hidden behind her mirrored sunglasses, Chantou announces her presences with the universal signal of confusion: ”Uh, dude?”

Plot Zone / Re: Hunter Of Lenshin
« on: September 05, 2018, 02:48:00 PM »
My mantis faunus Chantou Rou could use some exercise! I'd love to participate :D

Everywhere Else / Re: Being a Responsible Adult [CLOSED]
« on: September 04, 2018, 10:37:57 PM »
Prism was fucking exhausted.

After the outcome of her latest match, the hummingbird faunus had been spent in every sense of the word - whether it was referring to her ammo stash, or the fact she couldn’t even conjure a breeze to fly down from Amity Colosseum. After a brief rendezvous with her team and a promise to bring back snacks, she’d taken the nearest transport ship down to Atlas proper in order to swing through the supermarket before heading back to their temporary accommodations.

Given the fact she was being televised worldwide while live, the hummingbird faunus hadn’t bothered to cover up her more apparent animalistic features - so her wings swayed gently behind her as she strolled through the supermarket. The woman was still obviously frazzled from her match with the windswept bird’s nest in her hair  and the noticeably dark circles under her eyes, but that didn’t stop her from loading her hand basket with a wide variety of… noticeably unhealthy snacks. Coconut’s favorite snack cakes, that one type of tea Amane liked, those organic chips that Jocelyn was always trying to get her to eat that actually tasted like sawdust… all on top of two different 12-packs of the most caffeinated energy drinks on the market, and she was good to go.

As she rounds the corner to the checkout, Prism stops abruptly - standing in the middle of the aisle was a man with a full cart while having a staring contest with the flower display. Prism blinks, murmuring a nondistinct apology for the near-collision - before taking a step back to look from him to the flower display again. Frankly, the poor dude looked clueless. And a bit weirdly familiar. Maybe he needed someone to throw him a bone?

”Um, if you’re looking for a bouquet for your wife or something, try honeysuckle, aster, and red roses maybe? They mean devotion, patience, and love respectively.” The hummingbird quietly recommends, rubbing the back of her head.

Beacon Academy / Re: The world and the people in it[open]
« on: September 03, 2018, 08:55:31 PM »
One of Prism’s favorite places in all of Beacon’s Academy was the library. On many the late night it’d been her haven to hide. Whether it was firing up a computer to get ahead on the week’s assignments, checking out a book to pursue some question that left her wondering, or even just nabbing a fiction book and camping out on top of a shelf for the night, there was always something to do - and in the wee hours of the morning, that was the most important thing she could do.

So it wasn’t any surprise to find the short women hiding in the philosophy section, holding a rather large tome in her hands and flicking through paper-thin pages. If anybody was playing close attention, they’d catch the title of Aura, Semblances, and other Esoteric Relationships of the Self. The hummingbird faunus had paused over the page continuing one particular diagram and was biting her lip in concentration - only to have it broken as she glances up and catches sight of another student wandering into the section.


Beacon Academy / Re: Birds of a Feather [CLOSED]
« on: September 03, 2018, 08:31:35 PM »
Rook still has his hands on Hawk’s Eye, which is frankly unacceptable. He takes one hand off her weapon, which is a bit of a relief - but her brow furrows further as he touches the ground, and his aura is suddenly visible as a dark-blue shell. She’s still attempting to yank her weapon out of his grasp, but he’s basically locked himself into place - and her eyes narrow as she’s reminded of another familiar semblance, once that renders the user immobile. Apparently there’s more than one person with that type of semblance.

She’s not going to get a better opportunity than this.

So instead of fruitlessly yanking on her glaive, Prism pivots on one foot, and attempts to drive her four-inch wedge heels directly into his groin.

Attack Log:
Nut-Busting Heel to the Groin (5%, chance to raise voice a few octaves)

Prism’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 75%
Hawk’s Eye: 0/5

What the ever-loving fuck-

Prism jerks as her head in the direction of Matchstick’s unmistakable sound, catching sight of a Smokey-shaped blur flying out of the remains of the marketplace. It takes her brain a moment to catch up to what he’s done - used Matchstick’s stupidly-strong knockback to propel him across the entire fucking arena - but in those few seconds, she’s already moving.

The thing about being a long-distance sniper is that you generally encounter problems when it comes to melee-range fighting. In Prism’s case, that literally couldn’t be more true, as small and slight as she was. Up against someone like Smokey, who won his last match by pinning his enemy and to the ground and pounding her head into the pavement until she was nearly unconscious.

That’s why she has absolutely no shame in running away.

In the short window of time she had to act as Smokey skidded to a stop, Prism’s off and running, practically booking it alongside the perimeter of the arena. Bracing herself in a brief crouch, the hand holding her glaive fires off a single shot to propel her into the air. Her wings buzz to life, and using the momentum of her glaive, she propels herself across the arena in a lengthened leap-hop - at least, effectively out of melee range, but not out of Matchstick’s range.

At the same moment the flighty sniper takes off, the bubble of wind that was keeping the smoke from the fire in a low range disappears - letting the condensed haze drift freely and fill every inch of the arena on the remaining breeze, before starting to rise into the air. That wouldn’t be the least of Smokey’s biggest worries however, as the fiery maelstrom on the border of the Mistrali Marketplace would jerk a couple times, before it suddenly launches across the arena as if it’s been propelled by a slingshot. The firestorm jerks as it flies across the arena, tilted at a dangerous angle as jets of flame escape and scald the air around it - following the path Smokey flew, and aimed directly at the man still recovering from his impromptu launch.

Attack Log:
Fiery Maelstrom (30%)

Prism’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk’s Eye: 4/5

Beacon Academy / Re: Introduction to Advanced Aura [Closed]
« on: September 03, 2018, 01:02:14 PM »
There’s a few quiet moments where Prism stops taking notes, staring wide-eyed at Malina as she explains the next steps to take. What she’s explaining sounds unreal, and frankly somewhat eldritch - but given the complexities of aura, it somehow all makes sense. And the scariest thing about that all?

It doesn’t sound that hard to accomplish.

There’d been a time after her parents died where she’d been despondent, dead to the outside world. Too scared to sleep thanks to the nightmares, any appetite completely gone. She’d barely done anything to maintain herself, and even then it was only when forced. She remembered those days in grueling detail, the way it felt like drowning and the hopeless that choked her throat - forcing herself to remain awake for every second of it, otherwise risking seeing the death of her father on loop.

In the end, it had been months before she’d managed to pull herself together, when she eventually had another goal to live for.

If she’d done it once, she could do it again.

Snapping out of her revere with a start, she rapidly begins to transcribe every word of Malina’s explanation while firing off her usual round of questions. ”Okay, please tell me that this affects semblance capacity in some way, shape or form, because I will legitimately be surprised if it doesn’t considering semblance is a fucking manifestation of your soul. Secondly, what’s the best path or approach to start studying and preparing for this topic? Finally, how can this get any more abstract than turning your soul into a fucking fractal?”

Beacon Academy / Re: Stargazing [Open]
« on: September 03, 2018, 12:37:43 PM »
Prism listens to Calen’s response carefully, the only sign of her slowly-growing fury being the red flush to her face at his flippant comments about her personal life, and the way her eyes narrow as he goes on and on. She takes a breath to steady herself, before flinging her rifle over her shoulder. ”Calen, let’s keep whatever weird fantasies you entertain yourself with out of the discussion, please?” She asks, waving one hand in the air, as if to dismiss it. “I’m not going to pretend that there haven’t been times when violence was the right answer, because that was literally the entire Faunus Rights Revolution, and that was only forty years ago. The entire point of what I was saying though was that innocent people shouldn’t suffer, and somehow you missed that entire message.” She deadpans, staring him down. “And c’mon - you’re seriously giving more credit to ignorant people than they deserve. I can tell you from some very literal experience that plenty of people view us as nothing more than animals, and it’s a ridiculous fucking stereotype to overcome.”

Prism blinks a couple times at his answer, visibly confused. ”I asked what the best part of Beacon was to you, not what you’re attempting to accomplish here, but that counts enough I guess. And I dunno, probably learning to fly?” She raises her rifle and fires without bothering to scope in - causing the target to shatter a ways down the range. Walking over to the console, her stare is still icy. “Now why don’t you answer what Smokey asked? Consider that my question too.”


Jima wouldn’t get another opportunity like this again.

The tall woman wasn’t interested in letting Rufus jump back and transform his weapon - she’s immediately onto her feet again, charging forwards as he moves away. She immediately fires her shotgun again, aiming to throw him off balance - before the head of the weapon closes up, and she brings it down only to immediately follow up with a harsh two-handed strike aimed at the chin. With a little luck, this’ll make him stagger and she’ll be able to just pound the remaining aura out of him - but if this strike misses, with all the weight she’s throwing into it, she’ll be wide open for retaliation.

Attack Log:
Shotgun Blast (6%)
Heavy Underhand Strike (6%, chance of staggering)

Jima’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 57%
Goliath: 5/5

As Prism’s brow furrows in concentration, she continues to push the blade of her weapon into the air with shaking muscles. The firestorm brewing in the center of the marketplace pushes past seven feet, then eight - continuing to grow almost indefinitely, until it reaches well above the roofs of what few stalls remain standing. It stabilizes just under twelve feet, a raging tornado of fire and debri from the surrounding stalls. Prism lets out a shuddery breath then, pulling herself back into a normal stance and dropping the butt of her glaive to the ground again - staring off at the raging maelstrom in the distance with a look of tired pride.

Raising her free hand into the air, she makes a beckoning gesture towards the windstorm, causing it to quickly move towards the center of the marketplace and approaching the edge - ready to be flung wherever she deemed it necessary.

Prism knows she’s a sitting duck, standing out in the open like this. Smokey’s invisible amongst the raging inferno on the other end of the arena, but given the density of the smoke at this point, and how long he’d been hiding in there, it couldn’t be much longer until he revealed himself - and positioning herself out in the open like that was the perfect bait for hunter-in-training. All that mattered now was waiting long enough for Smokey to reveal himself so she could deliver her personal raging inferno onto him - assuming she managed to dodge whatever inevitable onslaught he decided to bring with Matchstick.

But that was a matter to deal with later.

Attack Log:
Raging Firestorm (preparing to launch, moving towards edge of the marketplace)

Prism’s Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk’s Eye: 5/5

Everywhere Else / Re: Foreign Delicacies [Closed]
« on: August 31, 2018, 10:43:59 PM »
"Chantou Rou." She responds, barely nodding her head in Diana's direction. "Kinda' interestin' we got peeps from all 'round the world here. From Mistral myself."

There's a quiet moment as the mantis faunus watches the exchange between what she could only describe as two overly-polite nerds, before silently snorting to herself. Yu was a decent guy, and fairly amusing as well. Diana had a kind face and a sweet attitude, and being from Beacon at least severely lessened the chance of bigotry, so this was a risk she was willing to take. Besides, if worse came to worse, she's got a rental car in the parking lot she could drag Yu to. "Y'all can keep up this battle of manners long as you want, I'mma thinking of ordering food. Do either of you want anythin'?"

Keeping her ears wide open in case she hears the Good New's trademark whistle, Prism doesn't move from where she's landed. She only moving to change the orientation of her blade, lowering the blade to the arena floor. She shifts one leg backwards so her stance is perpendicular to the marketplace on the other side of the the arena, her hands braced at the back and midpoints of the weapon. Flipping the weapon so the blade is facing towards the sky, the white steam begins to rise off her weapon as she ever-so-slowly hoists it into the sky - her muscles trembling almost imperceptibly, as if she's hoisting a great weight.

in the center of the blaze in the marketplace, Smokey would see the loose circle of wind tighten and tighten until it was barely a meter across. Corresponding to the slow elevation of Prism's blade, the whirlwind would begin to rise from the ground. It grew slowly but steadily, thriving off it's fiery surroundings - slowly growing into what could only be described as a fiery maelstrom, pushing six feet in height and continuing to rise.

Smokey wouldn't be able to see it from where he is in the center of the wild fire, but Prism's eyes have closed behind her goggles - so focused on the task at hand, the hummingbird was completely open. With such a great exertion, once that whirlwind dispersed she wouldn't be able to take off again right away, needing a few seconds to recharge. But if Smokey revealed himself, the damage this type of attack could cause just might be worth it.

It's not like Smokey knew that, anyways.

Attack Log:
Feeding the Firestorm (still building)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 5/5

Prism only manages to dodge the lightning-dust arrow on pure reflex, tucking in her wings to drop a few meters. She quickly catches herself as they become a familiar iridescent blur, but unfortunately for her it's just long enough for her to lose sight of Smokey within the fire.

She's got no time to waste now.

The hummingbird faunus quickly empties her entire cartridge into the arena across from her, firing five red-hot shots that shoot through the sky. She's definitely not aiming for Smokey, as there's no slow, deliberate search for her her opponent - instead, where each bullet impacts along the front of the marketplace, individual stalls burst into flame. It's not much to start off, but given just how flammable the rest of the arena was, it wouldn't take long for the fire to quickly spread - and more importantly, semi-trap Smokey within his own personal flammable hell.

She just manages to catch the heavy familiar thunk of Good News deploying within the depth of the fire thanks to her sensitive hearing, making her stomach drop. It's going to be a bitch to hear coming, but that characteristic high-pitched whistle is hard to miss - she's really going to need to focus her hearing.

The second thing the hummingbird does is tug her goggles down over her eyes, before the updraft around her cut out, and she dove - towards all places - towards the ground. The smoke on the far edge of the arena where Smokey emerged cleared of haze as Prism forced the bubble of wind back. Not only did this give her a patch clear of haze to land on, but it also forced the thick smog enveloping Smokey's half of the arena backwards, making it all that much thicker with less room to fill.

Prism pops another cartridge into her rifle, before transforming it into it's secondary mode and popping in another cartridge of bullets in case she needs to make a quick takeoff. What she wanted to do next required a lot of concentration - enough so that she couldn't remain hovering at the same time. With her wings outstretched, ready to take off at a moment's notice, the hummingbird holds her glaive vertically in front of her, moving the blade in slow circles.  The white haze formed by her aura thickens and rises like steam, showing just how heavily she's concentrating.

The hummingbird faunus can feel everything in the air around her. The hot air rising from the smoke, the breezy bubbling enveloping half of the arena, slowly choking out the marketplace - every little shift in the aircurrents, every pocket of hot and cold, the difference between clean air and the smoke. She can feel the strength of the fire, feeding off precious oxygen to keep alight. In the very center of the all the chaos, in the heart of the explosion left behind by Good New's untimely delivery, the wind begins to stir, moving in a slow circular pattern.

Attack Log:
Fire bullet Hellstorm (not actually aiming at Smokey, just making more fire)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 5/5

Prism tilts her head slightly to the side as she watches Smokey spring headlong into the personal hell of flames he created. She honestly can't quite parse together what he's trying to accomplish - either he's got one hell of a plan in store she can't predict yet, or he's trying to force her in after him. Which is... a debatably good plan, if she were anything other than a sniper.

It won't be hard to wait him out.

Prism hovers a bit lower, taking one final shot at Smokey's back as he attempts to disappear into the burning inferno. With her clip now empty, she pops the cartridge before reaching for her belt, before momentarily hesitating. The haze in the air from Prism's little bubble of wind has gotten all that much thicker, acting as cover for her opponent - but he couldn't put up with it forever, probably.

So why doesn't she make that so much more of a problem for him?

With a wiry grin on her face as she decides on a plan, the next cartridge of bullets she pulls from her belt has a red metallic casing - not that Smokey could notice that from his position.

Attack Log:
Bodyshot (7%)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 5/5

Prism frowns to herself at the wasted damage, watching as he simply picked up the crossbow and started to book it across the arena to the burning wreck of stalls on the other side. She needs to start focusing on pumping out as much damage as possible. Every little bit against Smokey is going to be important, especially if he manages to get her into range and she wants any chance of wining.

She tracks him across the field through the scope of her rifle as he runs. She fires off another two quick shots then, trying to sneak in as much cheeky damage as she can get.

There's something else peculiar happening in the arena, but it's unlikely Smokey would've noticed it yet. He might be able to catch the glimpse of what appears to be steam rising off the hummingbird faunus if he looked closely enough, but against the bright backdrop of the sky and the colorful canvas of the rest of the stadium, the chances were slim. Instead of safely rising and dispersing in the sky, the smoke from Good New's latest article was slowly cycling back down into the arena, under the guise of a very light breeze that permeated the entirety of it - the rising cloud of ash never actually reached the target in the sky. It was still thin for now thankfully, but it wouldn't be much longer until the haze in the air grew particularly noticable.

Attack Log:
Bodyshot (7% x 2)

Prism's Combat Stats:
Aura: 100%
Hawk's Eye: 1/5

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