☆RWBY RP: Rescuing Remnant IC☆

[CasketCase]

He pushed past the crowds and almost ran over a raven-haired girl along the way, only barely managing to evade her petite form on his way to the backrow seats. A quick 'sorry' was passed (because a human deserved at least that much), before he hopped into the center back row, snug between some slacker brat too busy twiddling on his phone to pay much attention to anything else.​

For but a brief moment, Tabitha could only contemplate if her fate was to be trampled to death. It wasn't exactly the death she would have preferred to have, but she could imagine that her sentiment was the same as any other person's. Thankfully, her fate lied elsewhere as the boy managed to avoid stampeding her and instead bumped her aside. Stumbling in attempt to stay on her feet, she herself bumped into another, prompting her to give her own little 'sorry'. To most, such an accident, although annoying, was just a byproduct of their situation. It was one to be forgotten of in but a few hours, save for those extremely petty. Unfortunately for the boy, she could be quite petty. It took all of her willpower not to step out of her role and confront the twerp, but she bit her tongue. Oh, she would not forget this, but she would have wait for a more opportune time.

Choosing to avoid those desiring the rear seats, Tabitha made her way up the rows, grading them based off those already seated. To find one devoid of excitable and nosy people was her goal, and it was one without its shares of difficulty. Already, she had felt the eyes of others upon her, judging her as she did them, and while she was fine with it, there was always the possibility of them acting on their judgments. In the end, however, the discovery of a suitable spot on one of the rows near the center was made, and with it, she staked her claim.​

 

[Sairoh]

"B

efore they grow big, baobabs start out by being little..."
- Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Niyol gladly took Lea's extended hand and gave it a firm shake. From just listening to her speak, he found himself in a quiet awe. Her voice was very subtle, but her words seemed to carry a much more vast presence. As she spoke, he felt somewhat like a child sitting at the foot of some great sage, simply witnessing a window of her mind. At the first glance, she appeared to be right around the same age as himself. Despite some discrepancies, all of the people who were starting their first term at Beacon were about the same age. Still, just by the way Lea carried herself, Niyol wouldn't have been surprised if she suddenly blurted that she was actually a teacher, rather than a student. Or at least, that much could be accidentally assumed by the way her blue eyes gazed over passing people, as if looking past skin and into their souls' contents.

'Bravery, huh? It certainly wouldn't hurt to have some of it, but there are sure to be some people who come regardless of whether they have it or not,' he thought quietly to himself as he followed her eyes.

Breaking out of the reverie, Niyol watched as Lea brought out what he had originally thought to be an instrument, into sleek rifle. It was certainly a very complex weapon, shifting shape in a clean movement. Somewhere in between the lines, his eyes just lit up at the revelation of the item's true nature. "That's... Really impressive," he breathed out. With tentative hands, he reached out to touch the weapon. The surface was smooth and cold to touch, and seemed to be quite durable as well. The rifle's length itself spoke volumes about its caliber - it almost seemed to dwarf Niyol's whole height. Yet, while propping it up, he was surprised to find it quite the lightweight. The craftsmanship implied that it was meant this way for combat, though personally, he also viewed it as a sign of intimidation. In his opinion, it would be rather frightening to see anybody, let alone a rather slim girl, weild a weapon of this height with ease. If he hadn't had the chance to hold it firsthand, he probably have deemed Lea to be some sort of closet body builder... Or something of the like. "Probably better not to do that, but man. I would kill to see those other two forms one day," he chuckled, handing the weapon back.

"As for myself," Niyol paused, rubbing his chin, then shrugging. "I certainly don't wield anything akin to your Death's Crescendo, but," he smiled playfully. He held up his palms, as a sign to show that they were empty, before quickly crossing them behind his back. In one swift movement, he flicked his weapon out of its sheathe and right over his head. Then, moving quickly, he shot out his right hand and caught the handle of what appeared to be a dagger... Or a kitchen knife. "This humble bard, does play a little tune on this here flute," he joked. Following up on his words, he held up the dagger horizontally to his mouth with both hands, to mimic a flute. Niyol laughed a little, before replacing the dagger into his right hand. The handle itself seemed to melt in his grip from years of usage. Still, the familiarity gave him a peace that was hard to really describe with words. He gave it a little spin for flourish, easily twirling it with muscle memory.

"This is Tetraminus, slayer of vegetables and Grimm, alike," he said, holding it up. With his thumb, Niyol brushed over the activation area, causing the weapon to shift. The handle segmented itself, rotating itself inside out to reveal a white body. Meanwhile, the blade appeared to break itself into random pieces, then reassemble into the shape of a blade while not completely connecting. The whole weapon's length was still the same though, only a couple of inches longer that a ruler, blade, handle, and all. "It also has a couple of Easter eggs and different forms, but overall it has a pretty simple design," he said, turning the handle over to Lea to see.

As he spoke, Niyol noticed the people immediately around the duo thinning out a little. 'Looks like we probably want to head over to the auditorium in a bit. After all, better early than late...'

 

[Zombehs]

[fieldbox="Lavand Gias, plum, dashed, 10, Tahoma"]As he'd expected, Lavand spent a not so insignificant portion of time simply to examine the various locations within Beacon Academy. All the landing platforms had eventually led towards a central path that funnelled new arrivals towards the assembly hall, but he didn't enter and take a seat alongside many of the other students. After all there was still a bit of time prior to the entrance ceremony commenced, so a glance at the Scroll in-hand and Lavand decided to pay the CCT a brief visit. A quick check to make sure that there would be adequate time for him to make the trip there and back and then he was off.

Even with the Academy's occasional tower, the CCT stood out as the sole building in a clearing at a distance. A quick glance at his Scroll revealed it was to prevent any interference with the signals it transmitted. With a small shrug at that tidbit of knowledge, he shrunk the Scroll with a flick of his hand and pocketed it. With both hands free, Lavand grasped hold of his bags and started off at a light jog. While there had been enough time for a casual walk to his destination and back, it didn't particularly hurt him to pick up the pace and return a bit earlier.

Given the size of the prodigious Academy Lavand was a bit surprised to see empty the various pathways throughout the school were. Perhaps the new arrivals came in earlier than returning students to complete certain tasks and administrative issues? Whatever the case was, it was nice that he didn't have any problems in keeping up the pace as the CCT drew closer. He did note that the Cafeteria and Residential Halls were both passed as he finally stepped into the clearing that housed the massive communications building. It made sense really, most of the Tower's users were probably students who wanted to speak with those they'd left behind.

As he slowly circled the clearing, Lavand couldn't help but be truly amazed by everything he had seen today. While his stay in Vale had been an eyeopener in itself, Beacon was simply more awe-inspiring with its design and architecture. The CCT stood out somewhat, but the building's modern sleekness was also something worth marvelling over for a moment. With the guess that nothing inside would be too interesting, he checked the time again before he spun about and proceeded back towards the amphitheatre.

With a few minutes to spare Lavand slipped inside the assembly hall and quickly examined the interior. Not too surprisingly it seemed like most of the seats had already been taken, but he wasn't all that picky and quickly found a free spot. The center rows had a few empty seats that he didn't hesitate to take and he quickly approached to take his spot before it was otherwise claimed. Still... given there was already someone amidst the empty seats he felt inclined to ask, "Are any of these seats spoken for?" The black-haired girl didn't seem to be waiting for others, but maybe she was just patient and wasn't the type to glance around.

@CasketCase
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[Winter]

Lea extended her hand and took back her weapon, the plates once again shifting quickly as she returned it over her shoulder to rest against her lower back. She felt a tinge of pride at Niyol's reaction to it, him being one of the very few who had seen it, let alone held it in his hands. "Thank you" she said softly before she watched as he began to demonstrate his choice in weapon, a significantly smaller weapon which he plucked from the air with expert precision and speed. Her eyebrows raised at the demonstration of dexterity and she smiled warmly before leaning forwards to inspect it closer, "It's beautiful" she commented as she marveled at the way the intricate plates worked to transform the weapon from what appeared as a simple knife into something much more. It made her think back to that basketball she'd seen before and it caused her to suspect the capability and nature of this weapon was far greater than it's appearance. If she had to guess she'd say one of it's defining attributes was being underestimated, a mistake that many had fallen prey too over the years. Lea allowed her eyes to gaze across it's surface, taking in all the minor details from the angles of it's shape down to the activation pad that caused the weapon to shift. She wondered if the weapon responded to a certain touch, or recognized his touch only with some kind of complex engineering. Though the thought to ask disappeared before she could ask it as his words drew her attention back towards him.

She stood straight as her eyes moved back to his, giving an inward chuckle as he motioned to play the knife like a flute, a hand raising to cover her mouth at the term 'slayer of vegetables' which elicited a further laugh from the aspiring huntress. "I should certainly enjoy seeing what kind of vegetables it can cut" she said before continuing, "It's definitely a remarkable weapon, I look forwards to seeing what you can do with it when the time comes. Anyone who can move that fast must have some interesting moves" she said, cocking her head to the side slightly as she spoke while maintaining her smile. Lea looked back to the crowds and over at the amount of people heading for the entrance hall, likely for the entrance ceremony which was due to start soon. She turned back towards Niyol, turning half towards the entrance, "I think we better get going, care to join me?" she asked, waiting to hear his answer before she'd depart to challenge the crowds herself in order to find a seat. The thought of pushing her way through that many people made her feel uncomfortable, not enjoying the close proximity of people she didn't know, though like the others she'd have little choice if she didn't want to be late.
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[Shadowy]

Smiling at the girl, Clay made no hesitation as she went to sit down in the seat. Seems she was pretty lucky. She had never been comfortable around large crowds of people, but being in the back somehow kept her anxiety from flaring up. There were so many first years, she wondered if it would be possible to count all the heads in the room. People were all dressed up, some in their best gear, some in pretty or cool everyday outfits. Clay herself had decided to wear her combat gear, which wasn't much but still better safe than sorry. When she noticed a few people even had her bags, she kind of regretted leaving hers on the airship, though she was assured they would be waiting for her after the ceremony. She hoped that was true.

Her ear twitched when the girl next to her started to speak again. Turning her head, Clay looked at the girl curiously when she extended a small bandage, stating she had acquired a paper cut. Clay was confused for a moment. "Huh?" she asked, reaching out to take the bandage. Crossing her left leg over the right, she placed the bandage along with her scroll and flier on her lap and studied her hands. She turned them over a few times. "I have a paper cut? I cant even..." she started, then her eyes landed on the small pink cut forming on her right middle finger. "Huh." she repeated, though this time not in a questioning tone. She was surprised, normally paper cuts hurt like all hell and she would have noticed as soon as it happened. Maybe it was all the excitement that made her not notice. Looking up at the nice girl, she smiled. "Oh gosh, I'm pretty out of it today.. and it's not odd. You just pay closer attention to things than I do. Thank you for that. " she said, scratching the back of her head and laughing lightly.

Slowly she would put on the bandage, making sure to avoid her nail with the sticky parts of it. When she was done, she noticed the outstretched hand of the girl, and she was introducing herself as Connie Magenta. Taking the hand, her grip was loose at first. "Medical Huntress huh? That sounds cool, though I've never heard of it." Its was great that the girl had her own unique way of being a Huntress. Tightening her grip slightly and shaking her hand, she would introduce herself too. "Name's Clay Cassiel. Pretty name for a pretty girl, am I right?" she joked with a wink. Releasing the girls hand, she crossed her own arms across her chest. "I'm just a regular Huntress in training." she added, looking a bit embarrassed.

Looking around, she noticed that there were only a few people still entering the hall. Standing and pocketing her scroll, she hopped high enough to see over the heads of the people in front of her. The brief look at the stage across the room allowed her to see a woman walking up to the lone mic that was placed in the center of the stage. Clutching the flier tightly in her hands, she turned to Connie. "I think their starting!" she said excitedly. Turning back around, she hopped up again, just as the woman cleared her throat, gathering the attention of everyone.

"May I have everyone's attention please? We're about to begin."

 

[WhiteAngel]

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Connie smiled and listened to the student next to her as she said her name and role as a student "clay cassiel? A very pretty name and your looks make you look even prettier~" she chuckles and smirks as she relaxes back in her seat looking at many of the students. Seems they were slowly starting to begin as Connie listens about clay finding the sudden cut on her middle finger "it's a passive thing of mine. I can tell you who has the smallest cut to a mending fracture in this room" Connie smiles and adjusts her gauntlets settling them in a more suitable and comfortable setting.

As clay mentions she was just a normal huntress, Connie quickly spoke up and smiled "nothing wrong with being a normal huntress! Without ones like you this world would be under terror and chaos!" Connie smiled gently putting a hand on the Faunus's shoulder "you should be proud of who you are and who you're destined to be" the girl said confidently before taking her hand away getting a better look at clay and her equipment seeing how she would possibly use it in the field later on. Time would once again only tell.

She turned as the crowds soon fell silent "starting ? Can't wait!" She smiles and giggles sitting sensibly like clay with her leg over the over with a subtle giggle again before hearing the woman on the stage beginning to address all the students in the room. Connie was impressed at how quickly the room went from a bustling talking non stop hall to a silent one in only a matter of seconds.

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[Sairoh]

"B

efore they grow big, baobabs start out by being little..."
- Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Niyol smiled softly at Lea's praise of Tetraminus. Her high praise did make him swell. Coming from someone who was as wise and collected as her somehow made words lodge a bit more. Most people tended to turn away by the weapon's simplicity without any regards to it's latent potential. At first glance, it was fairly unimpressive with a short reach and no particularly peaking features. But while being underestimated did help occasionally in combat, it did make him feel a bit miffed as the weapon's co-smith. "Thanks, its always nice to be appreciated for what specs you chose to use," he said warmly. "And yes, I am very much capable of being able to outrun some scary old ladies," he chuckled. "So if you see anyone running with that kind of intensity, it'll probably be me," Niyol added.

Following Lea's gaze, he turned his head and looked around to see it a bit emptier than he remembered. "Um, is it just me or is it a bit more empty than it should be... he mused. Turning completely, he looked straight at the entrance of the auditorium. There still seemed to be some people entering. "Yeah... We should probably get going," he said with a slight frown. Being late to the very first event of his first day at Beacon wasn't something that he particularly wanted on his roster. "Come on! Niyol motioned for Lea to follow as he broke into a jog towards the entrance. Upon arriving, he was relieved to hear that the ceremony was only beginning to commence. Standing on the tips of his toes, he attempted to look over the crowd of people immediately around the entrance still milling around looking for places. Unfortunately his godforsaken height gave him a limited vantage among the forest taller people.

'Augh... The downfalls of being short,' he sighed. He glanced around, scanning the area right around the general vicinity. "This way?" he directed towards Lea in a hushed whisper. Niyol gestured towards an area to the left where the crowd appeared to be a bit thinner.

 

[Dragonslayer Ornstein]

Yuerquin Concordia yawned and sat up in his room inside the house of the family that took him in, his ears pricking at the noise of the big ship coming in with all the new students. He got up and scratched his left ear, he first tied his hair back then put on the simple black skullcap that has become a staple of his outfit now. He slipped into his other clothing, strapping his belt holster on and then throwing on his leather jacket, he looks up at the time and curses "I've gotta get going I'm gonna be late on the first day if I don't get going now." He races out of his room and down the stairs "HI, BYE" He's able to shout before rushing out the door, an apple and a sandwich made for him in his hand, since he started living with those people they knew his habits thankfully, and sleeping in was one of them. He was able to get on the ship in the nick of time, but as his luck has run he was left standing around instead of being able to find a seat, well just as good he got to keep looking at the beautiful scenery as the ship made it's way to Beacon.

He walked around the grounds for a bit, mostly keeping to himself, he did like people but he was more inclined to find the building the commencement was going to be taking place in, of course it's not like it would be hard to spot...or smell, enough people were milling there and it was easy for him to follow the scent of so many people. He was waiting behind another two new students. "You two were unlucky enough to get stuck behind everyone else too huh?" He asks Magnolia and Niyol as he approaches crossing his arms and smiling at the two, he was taller than them and looked over a few heads "We'll be here a bit I can see though, there's a decent amount of people in front of us still shuffling in, once the ceremony really starts though we should be able to get in pretty quickly, I doubt anyone is going to want to miss the opening ceremony." He finds a wall and leans against it near the two and looks around with his mis-matched eyes, scanning the people and unfortunately feeling the excess of emotions...thankfully mostly positive ones coming from them all. "Sorry I just started talking and sometimes it's hard to stop me, I'm Yuerquin Concordia, but call me Ki the rest is a mouthful I know haha." He says chuckling and extending his hand to them.

(Sorry it's a little short I just wanted to get started and set asap if I need to fluff it up I will.)

 

[CasketCase]

With a few minutes to spare Lavand slipped inside the assembly hall and quickly examined the interior. Not too surprisingly it seemed like most of the seats had already been taken, but he wasn't all that picky and quickly found a free spot. The center rows had a few empty seats that he didn't hesitate to take and he quickly approached to take his spot before it was otherwise claimed. Still... given there was already someone amidst the empty seats he felt inclined to ask, "Are any of these seats spoken for?" The black-haired girl didn't seem to be waiting for others, but maybe she was just patient and wasn't the type to glance around.

Three minutes. She had been at peace for just three minutes before the inevitable occurred. Despite having attempted to prepare herself for this, she still couldn't help but curse in her head. For Lavrand, he would be greeted by dull glance, followed by the faint hints, or rather the attempts, of a smile as she tried her best to be 'welcoming'. "No, go ahead." Her voice seemed tired, lacking the strength to activate the proper emotions that would otherwise color her words.

Now that she got a good look at the boy who had approached her, Tabitha had to admit: he was pretty easy on the eyes. Tall, dark haired, neither overly bulky nor scrawny, she could have done a lot worst when it came to who sat next to her. Should she try to start up some small talk? She knew she shouldn't, but the temptation was awfully appealing. Unfortunately, her decision to be sociable were moot, for the speakers of the auditorium came to life with the clearing of the speaker's voice and the declaration that the ceremony would shortly.

Perhaps next time.

 

[RareSecret]

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Marigold was lucky to have the people she was following end up at the auditorium. Unfortunately, it was packed, packed with tall people. Marigold tried to shuffle her way through the crowd with her bag. "Excuse me, pardon me." She spoke continuously. In her mind, she was actually saying "I'll be over six feet soon. Just wait."

Marigold fell in the middle of the crowd a few times, was trampled, and was passed through a sea of people multiple times, but that didn't get her down nor did it compel her to start crying on the first day. On the second day, that would be okay with her. She eventually reached an advantageous point towards the front of the stage where she was able to see.

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[redlemonaide]

Prussian Gerhardt

Prussian Gerhardtd

Standing almost completely still in a stance that seemed more akin to a military rest than a civilian standing still he simply nodded as she spoke before she began to laugh. His right eye brow raised up and he simply smirked "Well then, I guess it is a very interesting backpack... But, as with most objects people around here carry.. it is not what it seems in the slightest. What I carry is exactly that... unknown and it will make its debut here.." He said before watching her continue her ramble. "Well, you can call me Machina or Krieg which is what I am known as in the company itself." He noted before turning around and looking out across the area in which they stood. Taking it all in he turned back to her "Hazel is fine enough for me. Also, there is no need to be nervous.." He said before leaning towards her.

Near her face he smirked with a face that could only be described as a high class deviousness. "That comes later my dear.. Soon when the entrance ceremony is over.. Nervous shall come." He said before leaning back to his regular standing motion like nothing happened. He brushed himself off and looked back at her. "Well, I think its best if we make our way to the Auditorium" Prussian finished before turning and beginning to walk towards the Auditorium. Once inside he made his way to an area with two open seats and sat down. Unsure if the girl had followed him or not he decided it was best to leave a spot for her regardless. Sitting forward he moved his backpack into his lap and began to tinker with it. Opening one of the pockets he pulled out a small wrench and set it in his lap before zipping it up.

Opening the main area of the backpack up he shoved his entire hand into it before beginning to turn something inside of the backpack. The noise of a metal on metal contact could be heard before a curse in another language escapes Prussian's lips. Hit punched the side of the backpack making part of his combat uniform glow brighter. A long static arc shot from his hand into the side of the bag making the person int he seat next to him nearly jump back thinking the back was going to explode. Prussian looked over and almost growled "Worry about yourself." He grumbled before going back obviously getting into what he was working on.
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[fieldbox="Hazel Grimhilde, #FFCC00"]

Hazel found herself staring. She wasn't sure what he meant, and she wasn't much of a blusher even if he had meant it in such a way, but she mostly found herself trying to reconcile the sentiment with the fact that he was, undoubtedly, talking about a weapon made by the Helios company. Every student had their own weapon to hunt with, some less complicated than others, but Helios had been known for some... progressive things. She had generally liked them, but you could only hear so many negative comments without them sticking. Despite her confusion, she eventually followed him without prompt - well, maybe a little prompt, he said "we", afterall - and took the space on the edge of the aisle he clearly left open for her only to sit back and continue her newfound habit of staring at the roomful of people just in time for the announcement to start heading in came on anyway.

They don't look that much younger than me, she noted to herself. The variance in personalities made her feel much more comfortable with herself, and, though she still felt like the oldest person in the room, Prussian's nonchalant-if-not-accepting reaction to her had put her at ease that maybe her insecurities were just that.

A bright light in the corner of her eye grabbed her attention. The boy she'd met was shuffling for something in his backpack - or maybe more accurately with something in his backpack. The student on the other side of him must have said something because he snapped back, "Worry about yourself." Hazel leaned back to get a good look at the kid and, finding nothing immediately upsetting about them, gave an apologetic shrug, but turned back to see what Prussian was doing. It was pretty well shadowed from her sight, and she decided that if he was really some terrorist trying to blow up Beacon Academy that A) he was way too obvious, B) the Beacon guard would've picked up on the explosive already, and C) he had no idea who he had invited to sit next to him. Granted, she'd never stopped a human threat of that capacity before, but she could do it. More than anything, though, Hazel just hadn't picked-up that kind of vibe from him, and that was really enough for her - the boy didn't need to stand trial for digging through his own personal property. So, she slunk into her chair and crossed her arms comfortably, looking every bit the bored teenager she was.

The girl watched as the remainder of the students shuffled in, a small group having to squeeze by her and the few to her right so they could take the free spots in the center of the row. There were a lot of students. Looking around again, that same sort of chill found its way up Hazel's spine, and she knew this time there was no blaming it on the wind. They really do look so young, she decided, laughing and excited faces reflected throughout the space, and they're supposed to be the ones to protect the country - or die trying.

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[Mook-LandStrider]

Taking the time to continue figuring out what was causing the discharge of residual energy Prussian did not even notice that the opening ceremony or whatever it was had even started. Taking a bolt out of the backpack he set it neatly next to his leg not caring if the girl had sat next to him any longer. Whatever was going on seemed to have sucked his entire attention away from the rest of reality. Prussian adjusted himself again before sitting forward and reaching what appeared to be his entire long arm into the backpack which normally would be impossible. He stopped and his eyes shot open as if he was struggling with something and finally pulled out another bolt with a loud curse that luckily for him did not escape the two rows around him.

Finally either fixing or figuring out what the issue was he readjusted the two bolts back into place and removed his hand which was now red from scraping up against things. Now with his own issue worked out he turned his attention to the girl which seemed to be staring at him like he was going to blow up the school. He just stared back equally as weird before turning his head and half listening to the speaker. At the moment he didn't care what they were saying as another issue took his attention. The slot in which the wrench would fit was not block and he spent nearly two minutes shoving it back into place. To those around him it became increasingly obvious that a sense of obsessive compulsive disorder could be felt emanating from Prussian.

Taking his time to wind down from his heighten state of intelligence Prussian seemed to almost lazily stretch out in his chair and recline as far back as he could before his knees rammed the back of the seat infront of him. Sadly for him, he was not able to recline back far at all. Even with this Prussian seemed to relax more and more before he was sunken into his seat. Now listening to what was being said he turned to the girl "So, I take it my parents company is in the news alot? I personally don't care for news since its all opinionated to begin with." Prussian finished and turned his attention back to what was being said up at the front of the auditorium.
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[Winter]

Lea followed after Niyol as they walked over towards the entrance, moving in between the busy crowds heading in the same direction. Surprisingly it wasn't too bad, most of the new students seeming to have already gone inside, which became more obvious when the inside was more than just a little crowded. Lea wasn't the smallest nor the tallest of people, meaning she could only catch glimpses of what was going on up front before she eventually gave up and decided just to listen instead, at least until Niyol motioned to a place where there was less people. She unfolded her arms and followed him, finally being able to just about see what was going on. "Nice spot" she said back to Niyol with a small smile, her attention moving to another who spoke to them before leaning himself against a wall. The first thing she took note of was his eyes, an interesting condition she'd read about during her study of biology. "Heterochromia Iridium" she commented, "That's a rare condition, and a nice one" she said genuinely, looking to Niyol before turning her attention back to Ki, "Nice to meet you, my name is Magnolia Cadenza but people just call me Lea for short" she said, once again offering her hand to complete the introduction. She hadn't noticed it right away, but it seemed that Ki was a faunus which once again peaked her interest, although she felt it would be rude to point it out without proper context. With luck she'd be able to talk to him more and learn about the faunus, knowing little due to there not being many of them where she'd come from. It seemed like the ceremony was about to start, so she turned her attention back towards the front once Niyol had introduced himself, eager to hear what was going to be said.​

 

[Shadowy]

Ozpin looked out among the many students that were gathered before him, and though he didn't outwardly show it... he was disappointed. He sighed to himself and raised a white coffee mug bearing the symbol of his school to his lips, only to pause as the cup touched his mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed again, this time out loud.

"It's... empty." he said out loud to no one in particular... mostly because there was no one around to say it to. His brown eyes opened again once the room had gone silent after Glynda had asked for everyone's attention. Tilting his head as he looked at her, he wondered what she was going to say, if anything, to the new arrivals.

"Professor Ozpin would like to say a few words." he said, causing him to raise a brow ever so slightly. When she turned and walked over to him, he turned away from the woman and started to walk off the stage. "Ozpin? Where are you going?" she called after him in a loud whisper, taking a few steps but stopping at the edge of the stage. He didn't say anything to her, just continued walking out towards the door behind the stage. When he reached it, he opened the door and began the short walk towards the lounge for the teachers, knowing that would be the closest place to get himself a refill on his coffee. As he walked the short distance to the lounge, he thought about what he should say to all the hopeful looking teens that stood out there, thinking that this was their chance to make their dreams come true. There were easily hundreds of them... and in the end, only a select few would get through initiation. It was perhaps unfair, but that was just how the world was. Only those who worked even a little bit harder than the others would make it. At least this time around. For two thirds of the group, there was always next year.

"Or perhaps this year would be the last." he mumbled to himself, preparing a new cup of coffee for himself. Undoubtedly there were some out there who had tried more than once or twice to get into this academy, and he wondered how many more times it would take to be rejected before those young hopeful smiles turned to ones of regret.

By the time Ozpin made his way back, only five minutes or so had passed, but he had figured out what he had wanted to say to the students. It would be brief... very brief. Once he stepped onto the stage, Glynda looked his way.

"Are you alright, Ozpin?" she asked, confusion and a bit of worry on her face... though that was typical of her.

"I was just getting a refill." he assured her, taking a sip of his hot coffee as he stepped up to the microphone. Though some students were mumbling amongst themselves, he made no clearing of the throat to gather their attention. He simply began speaking.

"A wise man once said... 'Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is to not stop questioning.' The illusion of knowledge... it is what brought all of you here today. You are here in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and one day... protect the people. You think that one day, instead of questioning, you will be able to know and give all the answers. But sometimes, the questions are more important than the answers. Knowledge is only an illusion of strength. Ignorance is a temporary affliction, remedied only by asking the right questions. There should be no fear in making a mistake; they might not give you the answers... but they will always give you questions for a greater answer." he paused and turned his head, looking at Glynda who stood off to the side of him. Sighing, he looked back out to the students.

"Your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

Without another glance, he turned and started to make his way off the stage.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready."

 

[WhiteAngel]

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Connie listened and watched carefully taking in most every move of glynda and ozpin on the stage. They were and still are great people of their time. Giving new and aspiring hunters and huntresses inspiration, a chance and the offer to become a student of this great academy. beacon was a truly wonderful yet mysterious place.

As ozpin soon finished his speech Connie felt inspired to do her hardest and achieve her place here along with her future friends. With glynda finishing up the ceremony, it seems her next place of visit was to the ballroom for the sleepover before the main event tomorrow. The pink haired girl looked to the side of her to clay and smiled "heck of a first day huh ?" She chuckled and smiled standing up offering her hand to the Faunus girl next to her.

The hall was soon emptying aside from a few people as Connie quickly slipped her bracers into her two weapon forms for a quick routine check up in her own little way "that goes there...all seems to be working..." She mumbled as each form seamlessly changing without any halt or oddity sticking out between the form changes. They soon returned to bracers on her wrists as she turned to talk with clay again "wanna get a place in the ballroom together ? I'd love to talk more with you clay!" She said with a kind smile and a giggle.

@Shadowy​

 

[Zombehs]

[fieldbox="Lavand Gias, plum, dashed, 10, Tahoma"]His expression showed a bit of concern at the girl's muted response, though he didn't immediately pry. He simply said, "Thanks," and smiled as he took a seat, glad he wouldn't have to search elsewhere. Given his larger frame he took a bit of care not to take up too much space even as covered up a small yawn; these last few days had seen him seated more often than a week or two usually did. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander through the last few days before the a voice cut through the chatter and seized everyone's attention, his included.

He vaguely knew of the two staff members that stood on stage, mostly through research he'd recently done rather than actually having heard of the two. As such, he wasn't too surprised when the speech did not commence immediately and Glynda was left on stage alone. The man, for all his renown and reputation, was supposedly a bit eccentric at times. Unbothered by the apparently unplanned pause Lavand took the moment to survey the mostly filled amphitheatre; frankly still a bit shocked by such a gathering despite his time in Vale. It might be a bit far to say these represented all those that fought against the Grimm, but there certainly were enough differences within the hundred present that it wasn't completely absurd. It would be an interesting year, assuming initiation didn't prove too difficult, for certain.

His musings seemed to have passed enough time for the Headmaster to make his return and the microphone-amplified voice was more than enough to grab Lavand's attention. The speech was… short at the least? Honestly, sometimes the Elder could drone on for much, much longer; though in the end he didn't put too much weight on either. As Glynda dismissed them for the rest of the day, Lavand immediately stood from his seat. Though not the tallest amongst those "accepted", he was still a fair bit taller than those around him. His attention turned to the girl he'd sat beside and Lavand extended a hand, the common greeting apparently. "Want some help clearing the crowd?" She seemed a bit tired and beat up and from the hustle and bustle he could see it wasn't too much to imagine her smaller frame being jostled about unintentionally. "I'm Lavand by the way."

@CasketCase
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[CasketCase]

Tabitha couldn't put her finger on it, but she wasn't familiar with Ozpin to really make any guesses about the Headmaster. He gave the usual type of speech one gave when it came to school ceremonies, and while he had taken his sweet time getting his coffee fix, she couldn't help but wonder if something was bugging him. Eventually, she would just dismiss the issue, finding it not interesting enough for further investigation. Ozpin would just have to handle whatever issue was bumming him out. The most important thing was that the ceremony was said and done with and they (especially she) were free to go. The babbling from the crowd intensified yet again as others made their way out, chattering with each step with useless talk. At the very least, Tabitha could be grateful that her hearing was dulled at the moment.

His musings seemed to have passed enough time for the Headmaster to make his return and the microphone-amplified voice was more than enough to grab Lavand's attention. The speech was… short at the least? Honestly, sometimes the Elder could drone on for much, much longer; though in the end he didn't put too much weight on either. As Glynda dismissed them for the rest of the day, Lavand immediately stood from his seat. Though not the tallest amongst those "accepted", he was still a fair bit taller than those around him. His attention turned to the girl he'd sat beside and Lavand extended a hand, the common greeting apparently. "Want some help clearing the crowd?" She seemed a bit tired and beat up and from the hustle and bustle he could see it wasn't too much to imagine her smaller frame being jostled about unintentionally. "I'm Lavand by the way."​

Raising a hand, she took Lavand's and gently shook it in greeting. "I'm Tabitha." She left his question unanswered for the moment, instead glancing to the known exits which would be found to be over packed with students trying to leave. As much fun as it would be to see Lavand part the crowd in various ways in her head, she had to remind herself of why she had to keep a low profile here. "It's all right. I will wait until everyone else leaves." Oh, how she lamented how boring she must have been to him, but it was a sacrifice she had to make.​

 

[ERode]

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What the actual…

It was really short. So short and so philosophical and so indirect that Rococo had to wonder whether or not this was a joke. Was this all there was? Just the baseless ramblings of some old man talking about first steps and questions and knowledge? Is this the point where he then laughs, tells them that he was just trolling the entire audience, and then goes back to the actual speech? Nope, instead, he just leaves the stage, gives it off to his secretary or whatever, who tells everyone the same information that has ALSO already been given!

This was beyond positive bullshit. This Headmaster was literally just bullshitting, and hoping that everyone was dense enough to eat it all up. Well, it's Beacon Academy, so they probably WILL eat it all up, but still…Rococo burned as he sat above his seat, his blue eyes burning holes into the headmaster's back. That lazy shit, spouting out crap that should be common knowledge to everyone else here. What the hell? Are all the professors going to be like this?

Disgusting disgusting disgusting!

Rococo stood up as others applaud that short and meaningless speech. Without sparing a glance at anyone else, he pushed through their legs and stumbled out into the aisles, before marching out of the auditorium. It irritated him. It pissed him off. He didn't need to know of the ideals and desires and the hopes and the impressions of that foggy gray bastard. All he wanted to know was the hardest, fastest point between him and his goal, but nope, there was nothing about that at all.

His fists clenched, nails breaking the skin of his palms and drawing blood.

With heavy steps, he stormed towards the training fields, a heat haze rippling around him.

 

[redlemonaide]

Magnolia

Lea followed after Niyol as they walked over towards the entrance, moving in between the busy crowds heading in the same direction. Surprisingly it wasn't too bad, most of the new students seeming to have already gone inside, which became more obvious when the inside was more than just a little crowded. Lea wasn't the smallest nor the tallest of people, meaning she could only catch glimpses of what was going on up front before she eventually gave up and decided just to listen instead, at least until Niyol motioned to a place where there was less people. She unfolded her arms and followed him, finally being able to just about see what was going on. "Nice spot" she said back to Niyol with a small smile, her attention moving to another who spoke to them before leaning himself against a wall. The first thing she took note of was his eyes, an interesting condition she'd read about during her study of biology. "Heterochromia Iridium" she commented, "That's a rare condition, and a nice one" she said genuinely, looking to Niyol before turning her attention back to Ki, "Nice to meet you, my name is Magnolia Cadenza but people just call me Lea for short" she said, once again offering her hand to complete the introduction. She hadn't noticed it right away, but it seemed that Ki was a faunus which once again peaked her interest, although she felt it would be rude to point it out without proper context. With luck she'd be able to talk to him more and learn about the faunus, knowing little due to there not being many of them where she'd come from. It seemed like the ceremony was about to start, so she turned her attention back towards the front once Niyol had introduced himself, eager to hear what was going to be said.​

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"Heterochromia iridum. That's a rare condition, and a nice one"

The words of a girl down the row caught Hazel's attention. Looking across Prussian and the quiet student beside him - who looked like she was near falling out of her seat, she leaned so far from him - was the back of a very blonde head. The object of her comment had been leaning against the wall on the other side of yet another student, a couple seats bare here and there, but no less close by to where Hazel was seated, and she wasn't sure why, but this conversation intrigued her and she deemed it worth the risk to call down the way and try to include herself. She had actually always wanted to meet someone with the "defect" as it seemed to be a strong gene within her own family, only it effected the hair color rather than eyes in both herself and her older sister. She'd studied some of the science behind it and wanted to get someone else's informed opinion.

"Who-"

Before she could interject, a woman on the stage spoke into the mic. "Professor Ozpin would like to say a few words," she'd said, blonde up-do as short and serious as the rest of her composure. Despite knowing who Glynda Goodwitch was on site, Hazel still thought it strange she hadn't introduced herself. It only became more strange as she hustled to the end of the platform to speak in hushed tones to another and inevitably leave the students in radio silence while the headmaster... what? Made a less-than-dynamic entrance? The man looked... well, he looked good, in Hazel's opinion, but other than that, he looked tired, or more accurately, energyless. Actually, a better word, still, was bored.

"A wise man once said... 'Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is to not stop questioning.' The illusion of knowledge... it is what brought all of you here today. You are here in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and one day... protect the people. You think that one day, instead of questioning, you will be able to know and give all the answers, but-"

It's the importance of the question that matters. Hazel looked toward her feet as he continued telling his young audience of that exact lesson, one she had learned quite a long time ago, albeit, through much different means. She had always excelled at matters logical, tangible, measurable, answerable. She'd learned that sometimes it was more important to keep your mouth shut than to open it. She had learned in a literal sense that curiosity had killed the neighbors cat, but in a much more impressionable memory that satisfaction did, in fact, bring it back.

"Your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

The golden-eyed girl looked up in time to see the professor make that same lazy gait off the stage, the students all frozen the same way she was with, likely, the same thought.

"Wait. Was that it?"

Just as she questioned it, Professor Goodwitch dismissed them to the ballroom where they would sleep for the night, and the students immediately shuffled for the exits. Hazel looked over to the students at the end of the row, then back to Prussian. She rose in order to give him room to the aisle, standing fast to anyone rude enough to try to force themselves past her Amazonian figure. "Here go. Hey, I wanted to meet up with a couple other people real quick, if that's okay? I'll catch up with you in just a bit." With that, she waited for the girl to come through the exit she maintained as well.

Clearing her throat gently, she asked, "Excuse me, Magnolia? Is that right?" Okay, now how to ask about a conversation one wasn't privy to without relaying that fact... "I overheard you talking about heterochromia? Mind if I join you?" She gestured to her hair, like it was a qualifier. Maybe it was. She didn't know. Hopefully the girl and her group thought so, too.

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@Angelic Fusion
@Winter
@NewKingofDrangleic
@Sairoh

 

[Sairoh]

"D

raw me a sheep..."
- Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Niyol was happy enough to find a spot in the crowd where he could see the stage without having to stand up on his toes or strain his neck. So, when he and Lea were approached by another, rather interesting figure, he was once again struck with a case of curiosity. The very first thing he noticed was that the person was tall. From the tops of their heads, Niyol could gauge that there was about a foot of height in between them. The second thing he noticed was his hair. It wasn't everyday that he met another male who also sported a ponytail, despite his own being more out of laziness than actual appearances. And the third thing that struck curiosity in his head was actually explained by Lea - his eyes. The people from Niyol's hometown happened to be very plain people. Just moving to the heart of Vale had been a bit of a cultural shock and from what he had seen so far, Beacon was certainly the place to find the most interesting crop of it all. However, just as he opened his mouth to introduce himself, a voice began to emulate from the stage.

The opening ceremony had been... Astonishingly curt and to the point.

The slight delay with Ozpin walking offstage peaked some confusion for Niyol. Still, he came back and simply started talking as if he had just never left. The man's words were somehow ominous with a hopeful lilt. It wasn't an awe-inspiring, boastful speech, nor was it quiet and gravelly. Yet the fact that it was devoid of such qualities just made the whole speech sit oddly in Niyol's stomach. At the end he gave a few complimentary claps, but then dropped his arms to his sides, turning to Lea and Ki.

"Well... That was dandy..." he shrugged. Students were shuffling around here and there, all heading to the exit, despite just having entered a little while ago. Then, another girl approached the group. She was certainly a point of interest, as pointed out by her own gesture to her two toned hair. 'Is dual color a trend or something?' he mused to himself. "If you're talking about the het... hetreo... stereo... Chroma... Iridim... The eye thingy, it would be this guy here," he said, gesturing to Ki. "I'm Niyol by the way," he added, addressing both Ki and the new girl. "Though, some people do call me by Nylon. Nice to meet ya," Niyol smiled brightly.