OPEN SIGNUPS Strange New Arrivals In Remnant (rp thread)


Once finished, Lady rested an elbow on the table, letting her meal digest as the confrontation worked itself out—surprisingly punch-free, too. It seemed her last remark didn't crack any facades, or it simply went unnoticed in the heat of the moment. Had the pot been stirred any further, some answers may have been in order. In fact, she'd have welcomed some, given Stephen's sudden tense appearance. What was on his mind, she wondered.

The next thing she knew, a fresh topic warranted her full interest. "I'll have to make stops at both," she noted aloud, referring to the dust shop and the forge. "We might be in for a fight tomorrow, right? A girl can't go unprepared." It almost seemed rich, coming from her. All the ammo she offloaded at her locker... yet it was pointless, given how many times she had to shoot one Grimm just to kill it the other day. Her hollow points and high-explosive missiles were better for demons, so she may as well save it for when she returned home and use more local goods.

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With an impish smile, Yang would presently look between Cayde and Mec. And somewhere in the back of her (mostly empty) mind, a debate goes on. If anyone she has ever encountered in her dozen and a half (nearly) years on Remnant, those two are the ones she could see being from another planet. The rest of her new crew seem to be lost as babes that fell out of a cradle, but nothing extraordinary.
And, sadly for them, they now seem to be part of Yang's crew.

Yellow (14).pngAs the need for supplies is mentioned, the young blond reaches into her back pocket and pulls her scroll out. It is standard white, but the back of it has her emblem painted on it. She opens the scroll, holding one end of it, the other side extended and the 2 halves connected by a translucent screen. Her right hand moves to the screen and she types rapidly with a smile. She then points in a seeming random direction… then lets out a barely audible "nnnnope." and points in the opposite direction, now speaking loud enough to be heard. "Shnee shop thattaway 2 blocks… smaller Dust shop about a block passed that." Now when Clint mentions not knowing the point of the sleepover… it does make her wonder. When entering a new Academy (at this level, that is), it's kind of a custom to have an open dorm for the first night. And that train of thought leads her to another interesting observation… for people that wanted to come to the Academy and train to be Huntsmen… they sure don't seem to know a lot about the actual process. Or the layout. Is it so rare to have such information before the first day? Did Yang take that for granted? These aren't riddles enough to make her think twice… just interesting little things. And since her mind wandered, she doesn't notice Stephen's concerned look, or Clint's followup. She surely would have inquired, but her mind is now away from them for the moment.

And now witness… the oodles of noodles being eaten, and the tummies of all concerned satisfied. Yang is the one that takes care of the bill, and she then takes the lead of the little gang. "Okay, gang! Dust shop here we come!" And she proceeds to lead the group out of the noodle shop. The walk to the Shnee shop doesn't take long at all… and the more observant of the group may notice how Yang's gaze discretely move to watch the 'prettier' people they would pass along the way.

She might be able to hand about any Grimm it's lunch, but she's still a young girl in love with love.

The group is in that shop for close to an hour. It being a Shnee owned store, it has practically everything a Hunts(wo)man would need for their profession. Dusts in all forms, a good supply of all of the differing kinds of Dust, spare parts and assemblies for gear, etc etc. And a pleasant surprise.. once they are able to provide their student identification for Beacon, they are allowed a stipend to get the necessities from the store. It won't buy them the moon or anything, but they can load up on Dust and parts for their gear. Yang gets some Fire Dust in the form of capsules for her gauntlets, those capsules closely resembling shotgun shells strung together. But perhaps also they would note the way Yang has been taking pictures with her scroll, pictures of the different examples of weapons and gear. After a few pictures she would seem to be typing something. In reality, she is sending those pics to Ruby, along with a little commentary. She knows how much her little sister loves places like this. Her intention isn't to make Ruby jealous… that's just a pleasant side effect!

99ae64e155e09874399318f63ba76eda.jpgAnd the time passes, and all of the students are gathered in the Ballroom, but not before they all had a chance to change into their night clothes. And yes they had to have night clothes of some kind… skivvies, pajamas, shorts, whatever. For one, public nudity is something the Academy would like to avoid. Although, a moderate amount of modesty might make someone WANT to wear pajamas or the like… given how they are being housed for this night with dozens of others about their own age. Many of the students had broken into their own little groups, and Yang's group isn't so different. Nearby, her friends from her arrival here are. Occasionally speaking over to Yang, and Yang happily conversating with them. But most of her attention is on her new little group. She is sitting with her legs crossed lotus style, her yellow and black sleeping bag and changed into her night clothes. Black shorts with an orange tank top, showing her bare midriff. Her emblem in red on the front of the tank top. She is all smiles as she sits there, her hands atop her knees.
Al of the students would have already been assigned lockers, where they were told to stow their weapons and gear for the night.
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Stephen Strange

As the tension subsided, Strange's watchful gaze shifted to each individual around the table, taking in their interactions and responses. The robotic arm of Mec, a detail he hadn't fully noticed before, led to a lighthearted exchange with Cayde. The doctor appreciated the momentary humor, understanding how such moments could ease the atmosphere. He found himself nodding approvingly at their camaraderie, acknowledging the connection that was forming even among those who were seemingly dissimilar.

Cayde's question about his outfit drew a chuckle from Strange. "Thank you, I made it myself." He allowed a hint of amusement to color his tone, appreciating the fact he transmutated his robe into the clothes he wears now.

Clint's remark about gear shops and the forge caught Strange's attention. He knew the others would need them more than he does, recognizing the importance of being prepared, especially in the world they found themselves in. "Indeed, having access to necessary supplies and maintenance is crucial," Strange commented, agreeing with Clint's assessment. As the archer mentioned needing trick arrows, Strange's eyebrows rose in curiosity and recognition. "You always had them on you, if you need help getting some I can get them for you." And he emphasized on get, and hoped Clint knew he meant by using magic to create and enchant them.

However, Clint's inquiry about the initiation process prompted a thoughtful expression from Strange. "Initiation is not just about testing one's abilities, but also about fostering unity and teamwork," he explained. "The challenges presented might not solely be physical, but could also require cooperation and strategic thinking. Additionally, the initiation process might help acclimate newcomers to the environment and its challenges." He spoke with the air of someone who had experience with various trials and tests of their own.

The quiet question from Clint drew Strange's attention, and he cast a brief but subtle glance at his bag containing the Eye of Agamotto. "Its acting weird, it seems to sense something I cant, i dont know what but its not a good thing. Its warning me. Something isnt right in this world and I've been feeling it since i came here." he uttered to Clint in a low tone.

Everyone continued to enjoy their meals as Strange and everyone else momentarily stepped out of the noodle store, with Yang leading the way. Seizing this opportunity, Strange observed his surroundings, making mental notes while walking with the group.

His thoughts soon drifted to the earlier incident with the Eye, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the potential lurking danger. It should have raised more alarms, but this entire situation was riddled with warning signs. Clint's sudden arrival in this universe and the possibility of other beings from foreign realities being present added to the intrigue.

Whoever or whatever was behind this seemed to be well aware of the existence of other universes and multiverses beyond their own cosmology. They possessed enough power to exploit this knowledge for their own purposes. It was evident that they had no interest in seeking help or ensuring our well-being. If they did, they would have revealed themselves, and we would understand their intentions.

As the group entered another store, Strange noticed a vast array of advanced technological equipment and accessories. However, being confident in his magic, he saw no need to stock up on equipment. If he ever required something specific, he knew Clint would have it covered.

Night was approaching, and they were headed to a place called the Ballroom, where it appeared they would be having a massive sleepover with everyone. While changing, Strange's Cloak emerged from his bag and gracefully enveloped him. He transformed the Cloak to resemble a blanket, matching its pattern and color scheme. He securely stashed the Eye of Agamotto in his locker before rejoining the group.

Dr. Strange silently joined the others, dressed in his red long-sleeve shirt adorned with the Seal of the Vishanti and white sweatpants, ready for the night ahead.
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Clint shakes his head no at the offer of hocus pocusing up some new arrows. “Appreciated, but not necessary at the moment. I got a little collection going, nothing quite like before but it’s enough to get me through. It never hurts to have something extra up your sleeve if you get in a pinch.” He shuts down the offer. These people were familiar with dust, auras, and semblances… These things almost seemed like magic, but they weren’t and the archer wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of opening that concept up to this world. There’s a little shrug that comes with Strange’s explanation for the whole initiation process. He still didn’t see how one night would make a world of difference, but he lets it be. He keeps a fairly decent poker face with Stephen’s answer to his little question. Aw, world, no…. The degree of stuff that Strange frequently handled wasn’t typically on Clint’s to-do list, barring their trip down to New Orleans which he’d been a glorified taxi driver for.

When it comes time to pack off to the dust shop, Clint’s practical knowledge comes into play. He didn’t have school experience, but he did get some work in at the dust mine and weapons were a lot easier for him to learn than people and their social customs. He subtly steers Cayde and Lady in the right direction as far as making sure their weapons were up to snuff for handling the dust infused rounds. He doesn't spend a lot, having been made aware of the student discount prior to his arrival in Beacon. He was more focused on the practical survival stuff, not the social stuff. Strange's warning still lingered in the back of his mind, but he had a decent amount of trick arrows to use if things got like, bad bad.

Once they returned to the school grounds for the night, Clint had put on his pajamas - a purple tshirt and a pair of purple pajama bottoms that had pink arrows and hearts on them, scrounged from a clothing donation bin in Mantle - and settled in a spot where he had a good view of the rest of the room, laying on top of his beat up sleeping bag and using his duffel as pillow. He hesitates a little, the little light on the table he was sitting by just barely giving him enough light to read lips by, but it wasn't perfect. He'd have to deal with it for a night. He takes out his aides and puts them in their charging case. He keeps a watchful eye over their group, trying to keep track of the conversation but struggling due to Mec's hidden face and Cayde’s… lack of lips?

An odd out of place feeling creeps over him and he finds himself withdrawing a bit. He still had his scars, a few seen on his arms. But it was really weird, because a lot of these kids didn’t have any that would go along with a reckless youth that seemed to be drawn to this kind of work. Did that have something to do with their auras? He’d seen the Atlesian officer he’d punched in the face recover at a high rate, was it the same for everyone training up to be a huntsman?

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There were rumors, there always were. The CEO of LFG was a heartless businessman, a cunning and ruthless monopolizer. LFG was only nine years old, but had risen to the top spot at a rate unlike any other. The private investigator he kept on the payroll had warned him of a terrorist group of Evolvers that sought to eliminate humanity, and that the Evolver Task Force responsible for keeping the presence of the EVOL gene hidden from the public was actually killing any Evolvers taken into protective custody. Then the Task Force’s list of known Evolvers was leaked to the public, and just like that the castle crumbled.

Victor reminisces on the out of control downward spiral that had led him to this point, uncertain if there had been something he could have done differently. The cool night air was helpful in getting his thoughts in order. He had gotten himself into a halfway decent position since he arrived in this world, having sold his watch at a high price and further increased his profits in a number of gambling dens across Mistral. It wasn’t technically cheating, he just saw things unfold a few seconds ahead of time. Some scoundrels didn’t take too kindly to that. So between his hunkering down in libraries in an attempt to learn about the world he found himself in and just what he’d turned into, he was dodging the underworld of a kingdom that didn’t really take too kindly to what he was. He’d gotten himself a nice armored long coat and a nice hat to hide his newly found feline features and decided to venture to the kingdom of Vale in order to escape future attempts to settle scores.

The streets were oddly empty and he felt that little twitch in his gut that tended to keep him from wandering down dark streets after dusk. He’d changed that little rule of his a little bit with his increased night sight, however he was starting to question that little bit of daring. His semblance cranks to life as he hears the shop window next to him shatter, and he watches as a man comes crashing through the window in slow motion. He calmly takes a step back to avoid getting clipped by the guy and ignores the mrow of complaint from his bag. He looks back into the dust shop, brow raised in a little polite WTF manner. "... I suppose it was too quiet of a night after all."

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Mec looked up at the mention of a forge. Honestly he was curious to modify his systems for dust use. It might even be able to replicate... no, no, not risking that reawkening old programming. However being able to modify his gun and maybe fuel cells to handle dust could be helpful in the long run. He would probably have to do that secretly. While Caydes look was accepted, he was humanoid...unlike his rusty scrap body, a body that couldnt even accomplish its new objec...

He shook those thoughts off and focused on replying to the conversation. "like to go aswell, need to stock up" he said simply as his thoughts where still bouncing around his head. "though i likely need to go take care of my flower instead" he added remembering the plant he usually kept by his side nowdays. He was hoping there was somewhere to put it safely.

He got up to follow Yang calmly, trying to silence the clanking of his wheel foot. It got annoying sometimes but he only noticed it since arriving in this world. Harder to hear when surrounded by othet scrapniks and their noise. He was confusef wht Yang seemed to look towards some people, recognition maybe....he really needed to learn more about organic behaviours. When they got to the store he had found a few parts he could modify for dust usage in his arm. He got them and some yellow dust, had a charge in them according to his sensors.

When the students had been gathered into the ballroom for the sleepover the scrapnik had immediately found a place to sit down, his sunflower capsule sat in front of him. Currently he was watering it as his speaker emitted a small tune. He was humming. No intention to ignore his group but his focus was easily taken by caring for the flower. it was difficult to hide his other arm or more accurately claw but he managed. A newer looking and softer feeling white cloak helped as it didnt have as much wear and tear, even had a longer hood to hide his head better.​
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Cayde nodded at all the talk of where to find one of these dust shops. This dust stuff was likely to be helpful as heck. Likely required for grimm given how while Ace managed to tear into the grimm it still took more shots than usual. "ooo i wonder if theyll have things thatd go boom, grenade cases, mine things, those sort of things" he joked as he finished his noodles. Tasty as hell. "always love a good boom in a fight, taking out grimm in style" he added shrugging. His over the top nature showing.

He shot up to follow the group out. Hands in his pockets and mask back on. Looked suspicious to some sure but if asked its due to a medical condition. Only half true. He did look at some folks, people who stared or looked cool, and gave them jokey salutes. He might aswell relax while here so joking around was perfect. He absolutely loved the look of the dust shop. So many things to use for his amazing plans and tricks. Though hed need to be more careful. Cant just keep dying anymore...Uldren and the Scorn made sure of it. He shook his head as he bought himself various types of dust and some cylinders. He knew some ways to make these useful. Hopefully dust worked a bit like gunpowder.

At the sleepover the former vanguard made himself comfortable. He was currently sat with his legs bent a bit and his hands holding him up. He was wearing a simple hoodie and tracksuit trousers, gloves and loafers. He was still wearing his mask due to the other people around but had removed the bottom half to talk better. "gotta say, this is damn exciting"​