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First morning.
The whole of the student body had been awoken quite unceremoniously before the sun over Renmant even had a chance to peek out from the edge of the horizon. To the locker rooms they had all been shown, and given an hour to prep and grab breakfast in the dining hall. Each were assigned lockers with unique codes… it did feel like basic training for a military force, didn't it? While they were given the time to get these things done, they were still rather rushed. With at least 6 professors watching over them at all times, some being less discrete about it than others.
The students were then asked to pick slivers of paper from a rather proper looking top hat. And on each sliver of paper was either a stylized 'E' or a stylized 'W'. There was an even number of students in each of those groups. And then they were separated, those with 'E' slips of paper taken in one direction, and those with 'W' taken another. They would board bus like hover-vehicles, nothing fancy. Or even nice. Rather noisy transports, they were. But they served the purpose. Many on the ride were fairly quiet, hushed conversations perhaps. But there were many who were quite nervous.
"WOOHOO!"
Yang is not amongst them.
Yang grins widely as she sits in her seat her fists thrust into the air. Hands then come down, drumming her hands incessantly on the back of the seat in front of her. A wide grin across her painted lips as she looks to those around her. "I am so hyped! I can't WAIT ta get out there and smash some Grimm skulls!" She leans forward a little and shakes the shoulder of whomever is sitting in front of her "Get it? Grimm Skulls? Cause their faces look like skulls?" She laughs delightedly, then sitting back in her seat. Her lavender eyes scan the seats around her, and she turns a little in her seat. She spots all the members of the Yang Gang (they know they are a part of it whether they like it or not), save for Mec and Clint. Which kind of sucks. But she did know there was a darn good chance she wouldn't be sent out for the trials with all of them. The picks were completely random, after all. She shouts above the rest of the conversations, her fists thrusting up once more "CaydeLadyStephen ya ready?" She laughs again, seeming to already be something of an annoyance to the pilot of the transport.
The transport drives passed an old wooden gate, and on the side of the lonely road is a softly glowing holographic sign
'Forest of Forever Fall - West Entrance'
Yang sits up to watch the sign as they pass it, grinning like a Cheshire when she sits back in her seat. Her gaze is drawn towards the increasing foliage they enter into. Surrounded now on all sides by shades of red, orange and gold colors. A vast and beautiful forest… named because it seems like it is continuously in a beautiful fall season…
The whole of the student body had been awoken quite unceremoniously before the sun over Renmant even had a chance to peek out from the edge of the horizon. To the locker rooms they had all been shown, and given an hour to prep and grab breakfast in the dining hall. Each were assigned lockers with unique codes… it did feel like basic training for a military force, didn't it? While they were given the time to get these things done, they were still rather rushed. With at least 6 professors watching over them at all times, some being less discrete about it than others.
The students were then asked to pick slivers of paper from a rather proper looking top hat. And on each sliver of paper was either a stylized 'E' or a stylized 'W'. There was an even number of students in each of those groups. And then they were separated, those with 'E' slips of paper taken in one direction, and those with 'W' taken another. They would board bus like hover-vehicles, nothing fancy. Or even nice. Rather noisy transports, they were. But they served the purpose. Many on the ride were fairly quiet, hushed conversations perhaps. But there were many who were quite nervous.
"WOOHOO!"
Yang is not amongst them.
Yang grins widely as she sits in her seat her fists thrust into the air. Hands then come down, drumming her hands incessantly on the back of the seat in front of her. A wide grin across her painted lips as she looks to those around her. "I am so hyped! I can't WAIT ta get out there and smash some Grimm skulls!" She leans forward a little and shakes the shoulder of whomever is sitting in front of her "Get it? Grimm Skulls? Cause their faces look like skulls?" She laughs delightedly, then sitting back in her seat. Her lavender eyes scan the seats around her, and she turns a little in her seat. She spots all the members of the Yang Gang (they know they are a part of it whether they like it or not), save for Mec and Clint. Which kind of sucks. But she did know there was a darn good chance she wouldn't be sent out for the trials with all of them. The picks were completely random, after all. She shouts above the rest of the conversations, her fists thrusting up once more "CaydeLadyStephen ya ready?" She laughs again, seeming to already be something of an annoyance to the pilot of the transport.
The transport drives passed an old wooden gate, and on the side of the lonely road is a softly glowing holographic sign
'Forest of Forever Fall - West Entrance'
Yang sits up to watch the sign as they pass it, grinning like a Cheshire when she sits back in her seat. Her gaze is drawn towards the increasing foliage they enter into. Surrounded now on all sides by shades of red, orange and gold colors. A vast and beautiful forest… named because it seems like it is continuously in a beautiful fall season…
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The ex-guardian hadnt slept at all the previous night, just stared into space for hours, but hes not too tired. Hes used to it by now, he'll crash later but thats future Caydes problem. He inspected Ace fondly, he was happy to be able to use the beauty again. He then looked at the folks around him. The gang was here minus Clint and Mec, hes so gonna ask them how it went. He saw some others there he didnt recognise. Wonder how they do.
Cayde chuckled at Yangs joke. "i cant wait either Blondie, hopefully i can still do my stylish methods on these skull faced beasties" he said jokingly. He adjusted his mask for a bit, making sure it remains secure. Hes done a lotta prep work in the time he had, dust rounds fed unto ace, some throwing knives and some dust based grenades. Those...took a bit.
"hell yeah im ready, its been a bit since ive been able to brawl, got a reputation to keep up ya know" he further joked shooting finger guns to some of the people around him.
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Kazuma Kiryu
Kiryu was simply staring out of the window. Taking in the sights as they drove, some of the areas in this place where very pretty afterall. He eventually tore his eyes away from the window to adjust his gauntlets. The Dragon had used a variety of weapons during his frankly strange life but these where some of the most unique. Simple transformation compared to others but fit with his fighting style the most.
He looked up hearing a girl excitedly yelling. It was interesting to hear, like a very toned down Majima. He hopes she isnt insane like his old rival. Hopefully Velvet was doing well in her group, she was a good person and it was admittedly sas he couldn't see how she fought yet. Its what he was curious on with most people here, the huntsman he met fought oddly unlike others.
He saw the wooden gate followed by the beautiful fall like environment around. Hed like to admire it but he had to be ready to fight. "wonder what the goal is here" he muttered quietly as he scanned the outside of the window
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Lady clutched the sling of her rocket launcher as Yang celebrated the upcoming trials. "So do I," she piped up in agreement with Cayde. "How 'bout a bet, Cayde? Whoever kills the most while keeping it stylish gets lunch, paid for by the loser." She sounded cool and confident without coming off as cocky. Though Lady hadn't divulged her origins, she didn't seem to be a stranger to fighting. "We'll need a judge, of course." Her eyes scanned over to Stephen, who didn't seem like much of a fighter or a gambler.
Cereza stretched as she waited to deploy, likely to the chagrin of others on the cramped airship. If she had wanted a slumber party, it would have been in a plush room full of soft pillows—not one layer of padding away from the hard floor. Still, the enthusiasm of one blonde girl kept the witch's spirits high, as if the thrill of the hunt didn't. "What a breath of fresh air in this stuffy funeral procession. Love the energy, girl," she complimented, pointing to Yang. "What is your name, anyway?"
Meanwhile, a man clad in black accented with olive-drab green webbing sat at the rear of the vehicle. He remained perfectly still, complicating efforts to read his body language. The red tint of his gas mask's lenses made it difficult to even study his eyes. The only sign he still lived was the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, accompanied by the hiss of air passing in and out of the filter. On a sling at his side was a rifle with bayonet lugs under the barrel. Said bayonet—a veritable shortsword on its own—remained sheathed on his tactical belt.
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Victor was quiet throughout the morning, his thoughts focused on the day ahead. His 'dismal' combat scores were a pressing concern as he figured today's activities would include it at some point. He didn't seem too concerned with the morning rush, calm and cool as he kept slightly ahead of the bulk of the student body. That image had broken slightly when some zombie of a kid in rumpled clothes bumped into him near the coffee maker, spilling coffee down the front of Victor's suit and not leaving him enough time to change out of it. He was relieved that the disaster of a human being was not in his testing group, and as they loaded onto the bus his gaze flicked over Cereza.
After the events of last night... This was not a coincidence, despite how random things seemed. He breathed out a strained sigh as the blonde behind him kept tapping on his seat.
He was reading up on different fighting forms that pistol wielding huntsmen have used over the years on his scroll, trying his best to visualize the movements described but the hovering tin can was becoming too noisy for the faunus to focus. The jostling of his shoulder was the nail in the coffin as far as his efforts went. "Yes, yes... Very clever." He says impassively, just barely humoring the girl. His tail slowly flicked in his lap.
His gaze flicks to Cereza, somehow not surprised that she'd be encouraging this. He almost wished he picked the spot next to the guy in the gas mask. Maybe then he could study in peace. He adjusted his hat slightly and focused back on his scroll.
After the events of last night... This was not a coincidence, despite how random things seemed. He breathed out a strained sigh as the blonde behind him kept tapping on his seat.
He was reading up on different fighting forms that pistol wielding huntsmen have used over the years on his scroll, trying his best to visualize the movements described but the hovering tin can was becoming too noisy for the faunus to focus. The jostling of his shoulder was the nail in the coffin as far as his efforts went. "Yes, yes... Very clever." He says impassively, just barely humoring the girl. His tail slowly flicked in his lap.
His gaze flicks to Cereza, somehow not surprised that she'd be encouraging this. He almost wished he picked the spot next to the guy in the gas mask. Maybe then he could study in peace. He adjusted his hat slightly and focused back on his scroll.
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At this time Yang is half standing in front of her seat, her hands gripping the back of the seat in front of her. She would drum rapidly on the seat back in front of her, then grip when she felt a change in direction with the transport, then go back to drumming on the seat.
With a wide toothy grin she looks to Bayonetta when the woman speaks up… ah already an admirer! She finger guns towards Bayonetta and winks as she speaks in a boisterous tone "Love your style!" she then motions to herself with a thumb "I'm Yang! And this…" Now she motions to each person as she still stands "is my crew! Lady, Cayde and Stephen. We call ourselves the Yang Gang!" No one… ever… agreed to that. But if there is a band to be had, Yang would most likely be the lead singer. At least in her head.
And then a gruff and… impatient… shout from the front of the transport "Xiao Long sit down! I'm not telling you again!" The pilot angrily yells as he looks over his shoulder towards Yang, and then back to the console in front of him. Yang giggles and flops down in her seat. She waves her hand above her head as she calls out "Sorry! Again!"
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Stephen Strange
Strange would have to admit that he felt very rested, actually sleeping last night. The morning went with him doing everything that was told in silence, it quickly dawned upon him of the militaristic system they had in here and he adapted to such approach without much fuss. He did fight in the War of the Seven Spheres, he was once a War General for the Vishanti for 500,000 thousand years so it didn't bother, just wasn't expected.
When he boarded the flying bus he realized Clint probably got separated through the selection process earlier. He sighed, he knew Clint can handle himself but he still worry.
As he boarded the flying bus he noticed Mec was also absent and assumed he must've been with Clint. He also noticed something that quiet literally shocked him and it took him a while to regain his composure. There were four of them, four foreign beings just like him and one of them radiated a kind of energy he knew all too well. Magic.
The woman was dressed rather elegantly, doning a slim glasses. Her composure reminded him of Umar, Dormammu's sister. He noted that he'll keep an eye on her, not that he was responsible for anyone here, however, they might hinder his chance of getting out of here with Clint if they aren't too friendly, the possibility of them working for whoever sent Clint crossed his mind and didn't help the suspicion that clouded his mind.
The other person that drew him in was a man with a helmet with an aura that seem to suck the brightness out of everything around him. They seem stoic and unwavering, and someone you shouldn't f*ck around with. Strange let out a small smirk, he's someone Strange would eagerly like to see in combat.
The other two seem asian descent yet he knew that they were definitely not from the same place, thier existential auras proved true to his statement. The man in the hat was impassive and focused on reading something, he couldn't care less what Yang was saying. The gauntlet wearing man had a calculating and cold gaze as they piered out of the window, he couldn't quiet get the guy but he seemed pretty mortal to him, however, he can't say the same for sure about what he knew or was capable. Back in his world, humans like Black Widow and Elektra constantly remind him how dangerous non-magic users can be.
In response to Yang enthusiastic introduction to her team, which he didn't sign up for, he gave a casual wave at them, not holding thier gaze for too long before turning his attention to outside.
When he boarded the flying bus he realized Clint probably got separated through the selection process earlier. He sighed, he knew Clint can handle himself but he still worry.
As he boarded the flying bus he noticed Mec was also absent and assumed he must've been with Clint. He also noticed something that quiet literally shocked him and it took him a while to regain his composure. There were four of them, four foreign beings just like him and one of them radiated a kind of energy he knew all too well. Magic.
The woman was dressed rather elegantly, doning a slim glasses. Her composure reminded him of Umar, Dormammu's sister. He noted that he'll keep an eye on her, not that he was responsible for anyone here, however, they might hinder his chance of getting out of here with Clint if they aren't too friendly, the possibility of them working for whoever sent Clint crossed his mind and didn't help the suspicion that clouded his mind.
The other person that drew him in was a man with a helmet with an aura that seem to suck the brightness out of everything around him. They seem stoic and unwavering, and someone you shouldn't f*ck around with. Strange let out a small smirk, he's someone Strange would eagerly like to see in combat.
The other two seem asian descent yet he knew that they were definitely not from the same place, thier existential auras proved true to his statement. The man in the hat was impassive and focused on reading something, he couldn't care less what Yang was saying. The gauntlet wearing man had a calculating and cold gaze as they piered out of the window, he couldn't quiet get the guy but he seemed pretty mortal to him, however, he can't say the same for sure about what he knew or was capable. Back in his world, humans like Black Widow and Elektra constantly remind him how dangerous non-magic users can be.
In response to Yang enthusiastic introduction to her team, which he didn't sign up for, he gave a casual wave at them, not holding thier gaze for too long before turning his attention to outside.
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Cayde looked at Lady with a chuckle jokingly putting a hand to his chin in thought. Not that he needed to think of an answer. "ill have to take you up on that bet Lady, ill be sure to wow our judge" he joked nudging Stephen as best he could in good humour. He was hoping hed be able to show his skills and entertain folks. Always a nice thing to do with a team.
Hearing Yang introducing the Yang Gang, nice rhyme, the exo gave a quick salute with a chuckle. "nice to meet ya, gotta say im not complaining with the styles all around" he said as he leant on his hand. He wasnt lying about the style thing either. The hat guy, Yangs new pal, Mr Gloomy and the suit guy all looked nice to him. Even if Gloomy looked ready for a war.
When the pilot told Yang off he couldn't help but quietly laugh. Reminded him of the one time he and the rest of the vanguard had to go on a mission. Man he was sure Zavala was close to strangling him
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Kiryu turned around hearing the conversations going on. A interesting seeming bunch. He listened in for a bit making sure to observe their body language. All seemed friendly so far other than the gasmask wearing man and the grumpy formal man. Hopefully they dont cause trouble. He leant back calmly with a sigh.
"so any thoughts on what might be happening on this task" He asked calmly as he stared into space. He was trying to think what might be required of him. After a pause he focused on the others again "oh im Kiryu by the way, sorry for interrupting" he added realising he mightve interrupted a chat. He was adjusting the gauntlets offhandedly, still getting used to the feeling of these.