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Among a thicket of berries(RASB Initation)
« on: May 10, 2018, 06:08:46 AM »
There was a depressive air over the air ship Team RASB was flying in, laded heavy with supplies but still racing through the sky with desperate speed. The idea the Shiru would attack again so quickly after being pushed back Shade was one of those possibilities that everyone tried to forget about to the point when it inevitably happened no one was ready for it. Hunters sent out to reinforce major settlements and Shade Academy was almost entirely emptied to provide support. Minor settlements had their citizens fleeing for safety and entire tribes of formally nomadic peoples came seeking shelter. Not that any of the preparation seemed to help as within a week Shiru had struck again, an entire town swallowed by the monster and then the sands raging around it prevented extraction teams checking for survivors.

But Vacuoians are resourceful people, re-engineering their bull-heads to deal with monstrous storm within hours as such entire teams of hunters managed to make progress into the storm aiming to put down the Grimm once and for all. The storms ferocity combined with picking up stray dust particles created a powerful, disruptive electro-magnetic field and although the bull-heads remained on target they couldn't communicate out or in. At least that is what the visiting Atlas scientists said until only a few hours after the teams left communication was made just on the edge of the storm. Scrambled by all the interference it could still, to some degree, be understood. There were survivors but they needed help if that was going to remain the case. But from where? Almost every hunter in Vacuo answered the call to push into the desert storm and those who didn't were defending the remaining settlements along with Shades students.

An emergency council meeting was called, sending an untested team into the field was against every regulation the school enforced particularly one of this magnitude but there simply wasn't another option. Sending an air ship full of supplies without defenders was a waste and although some argued that untested first years weren't much better luckily cooler heads prevailed. Vacuo had asked for aid but the closest serious group of hunters was days away and with a situation where hours mattered luckily brasher minds prevailed. As such with the blessing of the Assistant Headmaster, Eliana had left with the hunters along with most teachers, RASB was sent out on their maiden voyage. Tears were shed and council members already regretted their decision but as they say Alea iacta est, the die is cast.



Ramalia lay sprawled out on the cargo hold of the air ship, already eating most of her way through one of the supply crates meant to feed dozens. Anything that wasn't mission critical from most electronics to all chairs outside the cockpit had been ripped out to make room for more supplies and more space to hopefully cram survivors. They had no idea how many sent out the distress message or how many would be there when they arrived, if the message got to Shade it could have reached further into the storm, so the council had filled the ship to the brim. A decision Ramalia was, as mentioned before, taking full advantage of, devouring meal after meal as she made small adjustments to her gear. The small outing in Atlas had shown her a few significant flaws in her designs more than her teachers prattling on every could and as with everything Ramalia was quick to adapt. Fine tuning dust delivery mechanisms, extending her cannon's barrel for faster more accurate firing as well as a thousand small things Ramalia continued her journey upwards.

The former scavenger wasn't that concerned about the mission ahead, she had her own more important one. The desert had chosen her to inform her people and she couldn't very well do that while dead and with that divine protection no Grimm, not even Shiru could stand in her way. Her companions she was less certain about, they of course weren't ‘Ashkhas which automatically made them weaklings. Their physical appearance didn't help in that regard with Ramalia towering over each of them. Unbidden her mind whispered that her strength wasn't what saved her from being cast out by the desert and it was undeniable that each had a spark of something special. Shaking her short blond hair Ramalia tried in vain to loosen those thoughts from her head instead prepared to carry RASB through what ever lay ahead.
« Last Edit: May 10, 2018, 06:56:09 AM by Kingnoname1 »
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Calen Shrike - ASTC - First Year Beacon.

Saffron de Cortez - SALT - Third Year Atlas.

Amarant Lovis - (formerly of)ACCE - Headmaster of Atlas Academy

Ramalia - Teamless :( - First Year Shade

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Re: Among a thicket of berries(RASB Initation)
« Reply #1 on: May 15, 2018, 11:41:42 PM »
A refugee recovery mission. Erza stared down at her scroll with a slightly furrowed brow, scrolling through the mission summary - go in, extract as many as possible if there were any left - all to be taken care of by a first-year team  of strangers. There's a certain look of disdain on her face as Erza looks out across the cockpit from her seat on one of the emergency ration crates, surveying the team that she was assigned leader as. Her brother, a natural given. A giant of a woman  by the name of Ramalia, wielding a cannon and... what looked like a cinder block attached to a gauntlet. And the stick-like Patchouli, who's weaponized knitting needles decorated her form.

To say Erza was a little concerned was an understatement.

A whole new team, running together. Two people she didn't know in the slightest, another who she babysat on a daily basis. This was a recipe for disaster, and yet hear they were, charged with saving people's lives. And she was in charge of making sure it all went smoothly. Wonderful. As she looks over her teammmates with disdain, her eyes fix on the sprawling giant, currently... devouring a crate full of rations for the refugees, no thought to that others would need them. Great. Erza's eyebrow twitches slightly as she slides off the crate to stand. All leadership needed to start somewhere. 

There's the click of high heels crossing the room, before Erza comes to stand next to Ramalia's prone form. Dynami's on her shoulders, and a smart sheath for a sword hung from her belt - she was nowhere near as intimidating as her teammate, but that didn't stop her from approaching all the same.  "As much as I hate to be the one to discourage a healthy appetite, those rations are for the people we're rescuing, so I'm going to politely request you halt your consumption in the case there's a large number of people to feed. So... Ramalia, was it? It'd be within both are interests if you finish up your meal, and we perhaps repack the crate."

"Now dear sister, don't bug the woman while she eats! It's almost too cruel to interrupt. Let her gather strength for the mission ahead." The smug voice comes in response to a statement that wasn't addressed to him, sitting on a crate halfway across the room. Azre Sundown was as somehow as cocky as ever, watching the scene in front of him unfold - just watching so far, not participating. Two whole new strangers he'd be living with for likely four years to come, from a completely foreign country to both twins - he couldn't help but be excited to take center stage in a play that really wasn't even about him. "Don't you agree with me, Miss Ramalia?"

 
Prism Skylark - Beacon First Year, Winged Sharpshooter and Leader of Team CASA (Casanova) #ffffff

Azre and Erza Sundown- Fallen Stars, Team RASB Member and Leader (respectively) #fe2d00, #feab00

Jima Purpora - Beacon Third Year, Grimm-Obsessed Scholar and member of Team PLSM (Plasma) #6e3aa8

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Re: Among a thicket of berries(RASB Initation)
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 2018, 12:39:24 AM »
As she thought about her future with this team, Patchouli felt like she was shrinking with every passing second. The two siblings already knew each other and the third member seemed distant and independent. Though she desperately wanted to befriend them, there didn't seem to be a single easy way for Patchouli to connect with these new allies. At this rate, this was going to be a painful couple of years. To top it all off, they just had to get such an unusual mission for their first experience together. As more and more time passed, Patchouli eventually realized she had been staring at Ramalia the whole time.

"U-Um... She can have my share of rations, if she needs it..." Patchouli piped up from the corner, twiddling with a needle between her index fingers. "I don't think I'm going to be able to work up an appetite, hehe..." Of course, even Patchouli knew that Ramalia had by now eaten more than enough for the four of them combined, but the meek little rodent didn't feel it was her place to judge while she still didn't know the team very well. There was a reason, after all, that Erza was chosen as leader and not her.
Spoiler: 1st Year Beacon Students • show
Hagane Inaba- Can melt steel beams. Leader of team HTDG
Mint Fresch- A chipper gale.
Persimmon Burhan- A douche.
Carnation Prescott- Get it, CAREa? Sorry.
Lissa Lime- Beacon's spinning top
Jacob Stillwater- Nailed it


Spoiler: Literally everyone else • show
Patchouli Breschi- First year at Shade. Don't let her penetrate you.
Diamante Solar- Third Year at Beacon. Feel the Light of the Holy Noodle!
Dannum Sohrab- Professor of practical combat skills at Shade. Or at least that's his excuse to blow things up.
Crystal Evermore- Aura professor at Beacon Academy.


Now introducing my AMCA, complete with apathy!

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Re: Among a thicket of berries(RASB Initation)
« Reply #3 on: May 16, 2018, 05:46:59 AM »
Ramalia wasn't new to being the center of attention; her size, her weapons, her tattoos even her accent always seemed to draw eyes consciously and subconsciously. It wasn't unwanted, being used to being then center of attention the former scavenger found it comforting almost like she was back home. That didn't mean she wouldn't have some fun with Patchouli while she was doing her upgrades. Googles obtensively used to shield her eyes from the sparking dust also hid the steel blue glow as her semblance activated. Drawing her animal companions to her, the hawk flying through the doors followed by the wolf and the snake coiling out from beneath the floor. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, Ramalia's pranks where at least delayed by her leaders arrival.

Ramalia had in fact consumed a fair amount of popular culture since her short time in Vacuo, purely to send back to people she told herself, and as such knew a few details about the Sundown Twins, although ignorant of past exploits including the Sundown Sisters and the transition between. Quite flummoxed by the concept of models as well as their, from the outside at least, seemingly random decision to become hunters the former scavenger didn't have a particularly high opinion of the two. The music wasn't bad though.  As such diplomacy wasn't Ramalia's first port of call having their first real interaction being a direct challenge. Silently the giant cannoneer stood up tall before almost comically leaning over so their faces were level and only a few centimeters apart. Pushing her googles up Ramalia revealed the steel blue glow from her eyes as her snake slithered up and coiled up the now out stretched arm as she went to grasp Ezra's shoulder. Unless the model did anything the snake would travel across the newly formed bridge wrapping itself tightly, but not too tightly.... yet, around her body with it's head resting on Ezra's shoulder.

It was clearly a test although the specifics and consequences of failure, or benefits of success for that matter, weren't clear. 'Perhaps you should listen to the rest of our team mates leader no need to look any weaker than you actually are.' Ramalia responded, the rhythmic flow of her words doing nothing to hide her spitefulness towards Ezra. Straightening back up Ramalia looked towards Patchouli for the first time with her own eyes. 'Whatever position you had before which kept you like that is irrelevant here, you need food more than anyone here.' Ramalia continued with less spiteful undercurrents but no less harsh as she threw a pack of dried food towards the faunus. 'Eat.' The former scavenger demanded. Equally clear was the rather blatant leadership challenge Ramalia was making, even before their first mission had begun in earnest.

Sensing conflict the animals grew agitated the hawk and wolf got ready to launch at a moments notice while the snake gripped just a little tighter(or simply hissed if it never made contact). The rest of the support crew also left the room although likely not really knowing why, survival instincts are subconscious after all.
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Calen Shrike - ASTC - First Year Beacon.

Saffron de Cortez - SALT - Third Year Atlas.

Amarant Lovis - (formerly of)ACCE - Headmaster of Atlas Academy

Ramalia - Teamless :( - First Year Shade

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Re: Among a thicket of berries(RASB Initation)
« Reply #4 on: May 18, 2018, 07:27:32 PM »
Erza doesn't flinch as Ramalia leans down, instead maintaining eye contact. There's a hint of amusement in them as her challenge is issued, and the very slight tilt to her mouth in a subtle smirk can't be repressed - she's dealt with this type before, cocky and confident. The type that think they're better-equipped than everyone else. All you need to do is rise above them.

As Ramalia's hand reaches for her shoulder, Erza's hand reaches to meet hers -  going to catch her at the wrist in a loose grip to prevent her from making contact, and preferably keep the snake from slithering onto her body. Despite the contact, Patchouli is the first one she addresses, glancing her way.. "Patchouli, it's very sweet of you to offer your own food, but please - keep it. And Ramalia, as flattering as it is you're concerned about my health, I ate before boarding." Erza's eyes glance to her brother after that, giving the slightest squint - his smile becomes almost lecherous, and he begins to pad his way across the ship to Patchouli. As he moves, Erza's attention turns back to Ramalia.

"I have one question Ramalia - why are you so threatened by me that you find it necessary to be diminutive before we've even had a proper encounter? We're going to be working together for the next four years, whether we like each other or not, and to a degree that means the development of trust, at least in combat, is going to be a necessity. We're all here for a reason that's bigger than ourselves - I mean, you two at least are, my brother is a different story. So please, no matter how much you care to to assume the leadership role, think of the bigger picture. You have nothing to gain in asserting yourself over me beyond creating infighting. We're doing this for a reason. And as for your animals..." There's a slight glance in the hissing snake's direction, before that subtle smirk quirks up into a proper grin. Erza's mouth opens in an almost-intimidating grin, fangs visible, as she imitates the snake's hiss in return. A forked tongue snakes out to taste the air as well, adding to the woman's sudden development of faunus traits - only her brother would know it's her semblance, a minor usage simply a trick of the eye. "Would you at least care to introduce me, before you sick them on me?"

There's a dramatic sigh, and Azre practically collapses next to Patchouli, his arm covering his eyes as he feigns exhaustion. "So serious, so dramatic - ladies, ladies! We just all met, shouldn't we at least try to get along? As much as I hate to admit it, my sister is right - we're stuck together whether we like it or not. So let's at least try to get along, don't you think? I mean, Patchy my darling, you've already proven yourself the most generous here - I've barely known you five minutes, and yet you've already offered your food to a teammate! Now that's the attitude we should all be taking, shouldn't we?" He offers a charming smile to the woman next to him, before his expression does become slightly more serious. "Though I will agree with Ramalia on one front, please do try to eat something - I'd hate to have you collapse on the battefield from a lack of subsistence, not to imply that you will - but please do, eat."
« Last Edit: May 18, 2018, 10:48:25 PM by Moth »
Prism Skylark - Beacon First Year, Winged Sharpshooter and Leader of Team CASA (Casanova) #ffffff

Azre and Erza Sundown- Fallen Stars, Team RASB Member and Leader (respectively) #fe2d00, #feab00

Jima Purpora - Beacon Third Year, Grimm-Obsessed Scholar and member of Team PLSM (Plasma) #6e3aa8

 

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