In Memorial of the Fallen: a RWBY RP [IC Thread]

[Neo ORB]

Erde couldn't help smiling warily after being suddenly assaulted by someones sudden rapid paced speaking as she had brought the unconscious girl to the free bed. As she watched the unknown girl rush to her side Erde lightly sighed and then looked at the "bird". The same one who she had direce her voice to when she put the girl down and from there watched the small shiver that lightly rippled him. However with the first girl rushing towards the unconscious one, Erde lightly but quickly spoke with a small but light tone of pitch.

"The girl will be fine mostly, I did have to knock her (in a non physical manner) out to end the situation... peacefully, well without further damage to others or herself. She should be fine after some bed rest, but she has does have two duels to deal with later... now I have some business to attend to with this young man again."

As Erde lightly waved she quickly turned away from the unconscious Yuki and then moved after the "Bird" she had been talking to and left the room quickly. After making sure her briefcase wasn't "missing" from where she left it outside the infirmary. She got back on track with her target as he spoke.

"Now, what were you saying?"

Erde lightly smiled and then with some further light hand gestures, spoke.

"I was saying I would like your help, since I have no clue about this comic industry any more then where i once bought them, and because of my job which keeps me on the move. I have no time to free time to turn them into liquid assests. As such my offer was going to be having someone, maybe you selling my first collection for me.
All main profit from the autographed collection would be mine, however I have another set or two of most of the issues I've collected over the years in mint as well which would be yours should you want them, free of charge as your labor fee.

I mean if were talking about it in a monitory sense to would be something akin to 7-3 with me in favor, but as I do have money on hand that i don't use since my occupation keeps me busy with work and travel."

Knowing that she might go on and on without getting to her point, Erde lightly made an apologetic face and then coughed lightly while covering her mouth and then spoke once more, while lightly extending a open hand.

"I guess a long story short is that, I don't want to see them anymore, yet still what them to have a good home, just not mine...
of course all labor would still fall on you to move them and convert what is yours into liquid if that was what you wished to do.
so would you like to do business with me?... "

Erde paused frozen for a second and then realized she didn't have a name to attach to his face.

"Mr.... what was your name? i don't believe you had the chance to return the greetings..."

[Stormwrath]

Blake and Yang

Aiden was happy about how things turned out to be. They were finally going out to date! Now the next part: where to go. "Hey, I heard a new restaurant opened up near that one dust shop," Aiden described. "You know, the one that got robbed a couple months ago."

What a weird way to describe this restaurant, Blake thought. Couldn't he spare the details for later? Not that she was against places getting robbed or anything. She nodded as he continued to tell her of the place.

"Yeah, I heard from Fabi that the restaurant sells amazing food, and I want to take you there. I'll pay for it all. But if that doesn't strike your fancy we can just walk around Beacon and chat. Either way works for me," he smiled.

Well that was nice of him to do that. Oh! Wait, that must be… Ah yes! Now she remembers! Weiss had just talked about it the other day. Just before Blake could answer, a Yang wrapped in a cerulean towel came out of the bathroom. Her hair was all covered up by another towel wrapped around her head, and a few locks were drooping downwards. Even though the towel was thick, her amazing figure was still accentuated. There were some droplets of water on her face and upper body that was still dripping down. Blake turned red and got flustered, and Aiden may have turned extremely red. Wrong timing, Yang! Wrong fricking timing!

Perhaps it got a tad too awkward in the room. Blake was staring at Yang, and Yang was staring at Blake and Aiden. "Uhhhhhhhhh—" the blonde dragged on. "I'll let myself back in."

Turning her head back to Aiden, she smiled, "That's cool, we can go to Vale at 4:00 if we want."


Jackson and Leif

"Ozpin," Jackson reminded her. She could've known the headmaster had lived long enough to reach his 60s, 70s, or even 80s.

As Yuki was brought in, Avena was slightly shocked and so ran to her bed. Leif was shocked as well. "Carmina… did… this?" Leif stammered. He knew she was violent, but was she perhaps too violent?

"I don't think so," Jackson bent in closer to Yuki. "She looked frozen in fear." How could this be possible?

"Anyways." He slipped his hands into his pockets and headed out with Malidia for a while. She explained how she had no idea on the trends on comics were, especially since she was planning to sell some of her collection to interested customers. She further explained that he would be getting 30% of the gains made through selling. Simply put, he was going to be her middleman, or retailer, or something like that. "So," she paused, "would you like to do business with me? Mr. … what was your name? I don't believe you had the chance to return the greetings."

"Oh, sorry," he rubbed the back of his head. "Jackson. Jackson Silver."


Carmina Birch

"I have no idea," the redhead shrugged. If she knew, she would stay the fuck away from her. That was how scary that Huntress was to her. In fact she was scarier than Prof. Silver not pulling out the stops when she spars. She shivered, "She gives me the fucking creeps. Anyways, if you need some help with your weapon, you know who to come to," she smiled. After all, a few students had approached Carmina for advice, so why wouldn't she?

Looks like Arrietty didn't know who the newcomer was. "Oh, that's Artol," Carmina directed her thumb at him.


Ozpin

Oh, they want to start this thing now. Very well, this character in front of him doesn't have all day. Standing up from his chair he took the mug from his desk and held it tightly in his fingers. He took his cane and shifted in front of his desk. "Follow me," he gestured his head in the direction of the elevator.

[Serah]

Carmina Birch

"I have no idea," the redhead shrugged. If she knew, she would stay the fuck away from her. That was how scary that Huntress was to her. In fact she was scarier than Prof. Silver not pulling out the stops when she spars. She shivered, "She gives me the fucking creeps. Anyways, if you need some help with your weapon, you know who to come to," she smiled. After all, a few students had approached Carmina for advice, so why wouldn't she?

Looks like Arrietty didn't know who the newcomer was. "Oh, that's Artol," Carmina directed her thumb at him.

Artol beamed with happiness that someone remembered his name.

"Ding ding~ That's right! You remembered, friend! I'm Artol! Often nicknamed as the ice cream guy or Mr. Friend, I'm here as an honor guest for reasons I don't even fully remember. But anyway, what's all the gloom about?" Artol cheered like a sugar filled child.

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Infirmary

Heamet smiled crookedly at the girl speaking to him.

"Well I'm almost always here, so I help around since my mom taught how to.
Avena and I tend to meet a lot due to her antics. Not that I mind, Aria's the one flipping."

But as soon as be said that, he noticed Erde and Yuki being carried over her shoulder.

'Hein? Elle était pas en PLS sur le coté avant l'ini de la dernière fois? J'pensais pas la revoir.
Mais bon, j'approuve plus d'elle que d'Charlotte, donc je vais m'en occuper. L'autre conasse me fait pas peur.'

Heamet stood up and walked over to the girl and exalined her as usual, he didn't have a doctor's license nut xith all his knowledge, he might as well be one.

"Frozen in fear, so far only psychlogical trauma. I'll take care of her.
I doubt you have any idea as to calm down someone in that state although since you put her in that catharsis, I shouldn't give a too hasty judgement.
I'd recommend you leave, I will do the counseling myself." Heamet's tone was cold, terribly cold and hammering.

"Before you try to intimidate me, I'd recommend you think a bit before acting.
The Headmaster, the teachers and various students of power to be reckoned with are here.
I'm not saying I can intimidate you though, but I'd sincerely think about it should I be in your shoes."

'You cheap knockoff of an actually good villain.'

[Occupied Deutschland]

"D-d-d-do you know w-where I c-c-could find p-p-p-p-p-proffesssssor L-Lewiston?"

Umber kept a small smile pasted on her face throughout most of Jolana’s words. There was a nagging, and thoroughly childish, frustration at the girl’s stammering speech. 'Will you ever finish this question' passed through her mind more than once at Jolana's hesitating speech. Each time Umber recognized the overly smug criticism of the stutter for exactly what it was, though, and silenced it. There was a certain ridiculousness in her of all people being annoyed because someone’s voice was ‘frustrating’, and she mentally kicked herself for being so petty as to let such a simple thing annoy her as much as it did. Patience was a virtue.

What Umber couldn’t shove aside was her reaction to Jolana's last words. The smile disappeared as soon as the professor was mentioned, and despite all her efforts at containing it Umber’s entire face narrowed as if she'd bitten into something exceptionally bitter. She had wanted to transfer out of Lewiston’s class at the beginning of the year, but supposedly hadn’t provided Beacon with a ‘sufficient reason’ to justify doing so. As if the silly tail and the inevitable detriment to a proper education having a Faunus teach history wasn’t ‘sufficient reason’! How was the man supposed to objectively teach with a personal agenda like that? She shouldn't have to question the factual accuracy of everything a teacher told her, but with Lewiston she did. It was an unpleasantly common experience at Beacon with a number of their teachers. The school seemed to be intent on having Faunus professors. It had been easier to avoid taking classes from one back in Atlas where there hadn't seemed to be as many.

Umber forced herself to take a breath. She wasn’t in Atlas anymore. At some point she had to get comfortable around the creatures holding higher positions of power than she was used to. Bringing her scroll out, she practically stabbed at its screen with her fingers as she typed out an answer.

I would check his—

Umber hesitated and stared at the screen for a heartbeat. She deleted 'his' in favor of 'its', but hesitated once again. Unsure whether to feel embarrassed or guilty, Umber changed it back to 'his' and forced herself to leave it that way.

I would check his classroom out first, if you’re looking for him. Otherwise I think he has an office in one of the wings you could try.

[Cerrania]

Varus d'Constantine

His feet struck the ground lightly, only causing the slightest noise. Sweat dripped from his body in what seemed like torrents, and his chest rose and fell in a deep, rhythmic motion. His muscled burned, begging for more oxygen. He hardly granted their request, however. He instead leaped onto the bar once again, only showing the slightest signs of struggle. It had been almost a fortnight since Varus had last been able to properly exercise, and now was the time to make up for it.

Sighing and dropping down to the ground once more, Varus grabbed the water on the stool next to him and drank heavily. The training room was the first place he had come in Beacon, hardly stopping to put his stuff down in his room. He was lucky enough to have the entire room to himself, though he guessed that would be a rare pleasure, considering the sheer volume of students in the Academy. Now reaching for Dawnbreaker, he eyed the four dummies he had set out earlier. They were spaced irregularly, some with hardly any space between them. Taking a deep breath and focusing, Varus took a step towards the first one. Tucking into a roll as if dodging a projectile, Varus sprung up and brought his shield across the dummy's chest, sending it spinning to the left. He followed up by bringing his mace down on the thing's back, shattering the post that held it up.

The next target he approached slowly, raising his shield in a defensive stance before twirling and connecting his mace with the enemy's head, letting it tumble to the floor. Moving on to the next dummy, who was dangerously close, he stepped on the base of it, slamming into it with his shield. The thing bounced back, and then sprung forward as Varus applied pressure to its base. It careened straight into Varus mace as he jabbed it forward, snapping the dummy's post in two.

The last target was across the room. Much too far for Varus to make before the mock bow in its hand would fire a shot. Bringing his shield up to block the "arrow" that would have been coming his way, he cocked his arm back and threw his mace. The projectile rocketed towards the dummy, colliding with incredible force before carrying itself into the stone wall behind its target. It struck the wall with a resounding boom, so loud that Varus cringed, before falling to the floor with a heavy thud.

Shit. Varus cursed, sighing and walking to his weapon before setting his shield down and going back to his exercise regimen. He had a bad feeling he would no longer be alone in the room for much longer, considering the pseudo-explosion he had just caused. Eyeing the place where his mace struck, he chuckled at the now painfully obvious chunk of wall he had managed to take out.

[Mirakai]

Liz rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed. Liz was most definitely not a morning person. Mornings sucked. If Liz could, he would take morning, and whip it using Willbreaker until it begged for mercy. And then probably whip it more, just for fun. Sighing, he got up slowly, and trudged over to the bathroom where he freshened up a bit, and got ready for the day. Combing his long blonde hair, he wondered what he was going to do today. He might as well head to the training room, maybe spar with someone. Maybe even meet a cute guy or girl~

Finishing up with his morning routine, Liz got dressed in his black clothes, strapped Willbreaker to his waist, and headed out. He took a moment to admire himself in the mirror. Like always, he looked incredibly much like a girl. If somebody didn't either see him with his panties off or if he told them what was under there, he doubted anybody would even know he was a guy. Walking through the halls, Liz suddenly heard a loud bang

Varus d'Constantine

His feet struck the ground lightly, only causing the slightest noise. Sweat dripped from his body in what seemed like torrents, and his chest rose and fell in a deep, rhythmic motion. His muscled burned, begging for more oxygen. He hardly granted their request, however. He instead leaped onto the bar once again, only showing the slightest signs of struggle. It had been almost a fortnight since Varus had last been able to properly exercise, and now was the time to make up for it.

Sighing and dropping down to the ground once more, Varus grabbed the water on the stool next to him and drank heavily. The training room was the first place he had come in Beacon, hardly stopping to put his stuff down in his room. He was lucky enough to have the entire room to himself, though he guessed that would be a rare pleasure, considering the sheer volume of students in the Academy. Now reaching for Dawnbreaker, he eyed the four dummies he had set out earlier. They were spaced irregularly, some with hardly any space between them. Taking a deep breath and focusing, Varus took a step towards the first one. Tucking into a roll as if dodging a projectile, Varus sprung up and brought his shield across the dummy's chest, sending it spinning to the left. He followed up by bringing his mace down on the thing's back, shattering the post that held it up.

The next target he approached slowly, raising his shield in a defensive stance before twirling and connecting his mace with the enemy's head, letting it tumble to the floor. Moving on to the next dummy, who was dangerously close, he stepped on the base of it, slamming into it with his shield. The thing bounced back, and then sprung forward as Varus applied pressure to its base. It careened straight into Varus mace as he jabbed it forward, snapping the dummy's post in two.

The last target was across the room. Much too far for Varus to make before the mock bow in its hand would fire a shot. Bringing his shield up to block the "arrow" that would have been coming his way, he cocked his arm back and threw his mace. The projectile rocketed towards the dummy, colliding with incredible force before carrying itself into the stone wall behind its target. It struck the wall with a resounding boom, so loud that Varus cringed, before falling to the floor with a heavy thud.

Shit. Varus cursed, sighing and walking to his weapon before setting his shield down and going back to his exercise regimen. He had a bad feeling he would no longer be alone in the room for much longer, considering the pseudo-explosion he had just caused. Eyeing the place where his mace struck, he chuckled at the now painfully obvious chunk of wall he had managed to take out.

Poking his head in, Liz noticed a strong, blonde man practicing with some dummies. He also saw what had probably caused that loud bang. There seemed to be a large chunk of wall that was no longer attached to the wall. Walking inside, he came up to the tall, muscular boy that seemed to be the only occupant. To be honest, he was also kind of cute~

'Hey hot stuff~" opened up Liz shamelessly, resting his hand on his hips, "what's your name?"

[Cerrania]

"Hey hot stuff, what's your name?"

Varus looked up with surprise. He had hardly heard this girl come in, and hadn't at all expected her to be so forward. She was fairly attractive, and held a sword that looked far too big for her stature with confidence. He smirked. This could be interesting.

Standing to his full height, Varus looked down at the girl before giving her a friendly smile. He put down the water he had been drinking before offering his hand to shake.

"I'm Varus. d'Constantine. And yourself?" He asked, then remembering his absence of any sort of garments on his chest. Looking around for his shirt, he quickly threw the thing on before looking back at her, "What brings you to the training room?"

Varus wouldn't mind seeing the girl use that sword of hers. He eyed both her, and the blade, up and down. The weapon seemed to have very small divides every couple of inches or so, indicating that it split into something. A whip, perhaps?

[North Arkana]

Silvia Kristov

Varus d'Constantine

His feet struck the ground lightly, only causing the slightest noise. Sweat dripped from his body in what seemed like torrents, and his chest rose and fell in a deep, rhythmic motion. His muscled burned, begging for more oxygen. He hardly granted their request, however. He instead leaped onto the bar once again, only showing the slightest signs of struggle. It had been almost a fortnight since Varus had last been able to properly exercise, and now was the time to make up for it.

Sighing and dropping down to the ground once more, Varus grabbed the water on the stool next to him and drank heavily. The training room was the first place he had come in Beacon, hardly stopping to put his stuff down in his room. He was lucky enough to have the entire room to himself, though he guessed that would be a rare pleasure, considering the sheer volume of students in the Academy. Now reaching for Dawnbreaker, he eyed the four dummies he had set out earlier. They were spaced irregularly, some with hardly any space between them. Taking a deep breath and focusing, Varus took a step towards the first one. Tucking into a roll as if dodging a projectile, Varus sprung up and brought his shield across the dummy's chest, sending it spinning to the left. He followed up by bringing his mace down on the thing's back, shattering the post that held it up.

The next target he approached slowly, raising his shield in a defensive stance before twirling and connecting his mace with the enemy's head, letting it tumble to the floor. Moving on to the next dummy, who was dangerously close, he stepped on the base of it, slamming into it with his shield. The thing bounced back, and then sprung forward as Varus applied pressure to its base. It careened straight into Varus mace as he jabbed it forward, snapping the dummy's post in two.

The last target was across the room. Much too far for Varus to make before the mock bow in its hand would fire a shot. Bringing his shield up to block the "arrow" that would have been coming his way, he cocked his arm back and threw his mace. The projectile rocketed towards the dummy, colliding with incredible force before carrying itself into the stone wall behind its target. It struck the wall with a resounding boom, so loud that Varus cringed, before falling to the floor with a heavy thud.

Shit. Varus cursed, sighing and walking to his weapon before setting his shield down and going back to his exercise regimen. He had a bad feeling he would no longer be alone in the room for much longer, considering the pseudo-explosion he had just caused. Eyeing the place where his mace struck, he chuckled at the now painfully obvious chunk of wall he had managed to take out.

Being emotionless does funny things to people's perception of you. For one thing, while it might make you stand out in a crowd of people socializing, it had the opposite effect when people are simply going about their business and are focused on their own happenings. Of course, being of short, unassuming stature, and possessing a natural degree of stealth in movement probably play a role as well in Silvia's case. It was perhaps for these reasons, that Varus had not noticed Silvia had entered the training room midway through his training, in time to see his throw his mace at the distant target.
While was busy analyzing it's trajectory and determining the optimum release angle velocity which would have caused maximum damage target, with minimum collateral damage to the room, a different individual had entered and engaged Varus in conversation.
Of course, logically speaking, it was more important that she convey the improvement she had noted could be made, than simply allowing for idle chatter.

"простите. Your angle of release was 2.1381 degrees too soon, and release velocity was 3.361 meter per second above optimum for the constraints of this training room."

Her rather overly large for ears for her body size twitched slightly as she spoke, while her tail idly swayed slightly from side to side.

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Reina de Mazelle

I 'twas at this moment that Victoria found Reina. Victoria wasn't even trying to find Reina, as she had given her up for dead when Reina didn't even talk to her within a month, but Victoria was nonetheless happy.

"Reina! I've been so worried about you! Were have you been?" Victoria said hugging Reina, oblivious to whatever was happening. She wasn't paying attention as she just walked to the area. She liked to walk around Beacon sometimes to clear her head and thoughts. It was still good for Victoria to find Reina.

"What have you been up to? Anyways, we need to talk, can we come back to the class to talk?" Victoria asked.

Reina snarled and shook herself free on instinct. Getting hugged so suddenly, and so soon after a run in with Erde, is guaranteed to trigger that kind of response.

"Oum's sakes, Vic!" She growled after calming down and distancing herself slightly. "Don't sneak up on me like that! I'm pretty sure we've covered that at least a dozen times before now!"

She calls herself a bit more.

"And now isn't a good time. Besides, for someone who's supposedly been so worried you sure didn't waste must effort looking for me until now."

Reina says the last part sharply, knowing it should have a rather harsh effect on Vic.

[Aidannadia]

“—You—“ Umber ‘said’, tilting her head slightly at the boy.

“—You—”

The message was clear. What was your name? I don’t remember, my memory’s not all that good. Umber shifted her head to look at Togami and quirked an eyebrow at the daze he seemed to be in.

"....V?" Togami responded before shaking his head rapidly as if to wake himself up. "Umm, I-i- Yes?"

The teen looking the person questioning him up and down. Her clothes were mostly black (How tacky.) and it seemed like she used her scroll to communicate. It took Togami a moment to realize what it was that was being asked due to the cryptic nature of the inquiry. "Togami Murasaki." His hand outstretched towards his peer. "And what, may I ask, is your name?"

[Rupudska]

I would check his—

Umber hesitated and stared at the screen for a heartbeat. She deleted 'his' in favor of 'its', but hesitated once again. Unsure whether to feel embarrassed or guilty, Umber changed it back to 'his' and forced herself to leave it that way.

I would check his classroom out first, if you’re looking for him. Otherwise I think he has an office in one of the wings you could try.

Jolana recognized Umber's annoyance with her stutter almost immediately. She was used to it, and generally did not care. After all, if she actually needed to be clear, she had options besides speaking.

She flipped out Tyrian Kwanon's keyboard and began furiously typing out her reply to Umber. She almost stopped. Almost switched over to sign, which Umber probably could use just as well as Jolana could, which was very. Surely it would be faster than textual conversation. Umber probably had somewhere to go just like Jolana did.

But she decided that it would probably be just a little rude, even if Umber had been the first one to give up on speaking with each other despite their hindrances.

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I already checked his classroom half an hour ago, he was not there. I suppose I could check there again, but I doubt he would be there right now, unless I am mistaken about his class scheduling.

She paused. If she had to guess, right around now, he would probably be in the... cafeteria? Well, maybe. She didn't know if professors ate there or in their office.

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I will check his office, then. Thank you for your assistance.

She nodded and prepared to leave, when...

"....V?" Togami responded before shaking his head rapidly as if to wake himself up. "Umm, I-i- Yes?"

The teen looking the person questioning him up and down. Her clothes were mostly black (How tacky.) and it seemed like she used her scroll to communicate. It took Togami a moment to realize what it was that was being asked due to the cryptic nature of the inquiry. "Togami Murasaki." His hand outstretched towards his peer. "And what, may I ask, is your name?"

Jolana just stared at Togami. The stare you give someone who is either incredibly stupid, not paying attention to something important, or (usually) both.

And I thought I was the only one in school with brain problems.

"Her n-n-name is U-Umber. I j-just ssaid that." Again, she turned to Umber and started to walk away.

[Mirakai]

"Hey hot stuff, what's your name?"

Varus looked up with surprise. He had hardly heard this girl come in, and hadn't at all expected her to be so forward. She was fairly attractive, and held a sword that looked far too big for her stature with confidence. He smirked. This could be interesting.

Standing to his full height, Varus looked down at the girl before giving her a friendly smile. He put down the water he had been drinking before offering his hand to shake.

"I'm Varus. d'Constantine. And yourself?" He asked, then remembering his absence of any sort of garments on his chest. Looking around for his shirt, he quickly threw the thing on before looking back at her, "What brings you to the training room?"

Varus wouldn't mind seeing the girl use that sword of hers. He eyed both her, and the blade, up and down. The weapon seemed to have very small divides every couple of inches or so, indicating that it split into something. A whip, perhaps?

Wow, this guys muscles were beautiful thought Liz to himself. Unknown to many, Liz has a bit of a muscle fetish. He can't help it! So big, so strong... Liz looked a bit dreamy for a second, but then he put on a shirt. Pouting a little inside, Liz started actual conversation

"My name is Elizabeth Redwood. You can call me Liz though~" said Liz playfully

Silvia Kristov

Varus d'Constantine

His feet struck the ground lightly, only causing the slightest noise. Sweat dripped from his body in what seemed like torrents, and his chest rose and fell in a deep, rhythmic motion. His muscled burned, begging for more oxygen. He hardly granted their request, however. He instead leaped onto the bar once again, only showing the slightest signs of struggle. It had been almost a fortnight since Varus had last been able to properly exercise, and now was the time to make up for it.

Sighing and dropping down to the ground once more, Varus grabbed the water on the stool next to him and drank heavily. The training room was the first place he had come in Beacon, hardly stopping to put his stuff down in his room. He was lucky enough to have the entire room to himself, though he guessed that would be a rare pleasure, considering the sheer volume of students in the Academy. Now reaching for Dawnbreaker, he eyed the four dummies he had set out earlier. They were spaced irregularly, some with hardly any space between them. Taking a deep breath and focusing, Varus took a step towards the first one. Tucking into a roll as if dodging a projectile, Varus sprung up and brought his shield across the dummy's chest, sending it spinning to the left. He followed up by bringing his mace down on the thing's back, shattering the post that held it up.

The next target he approached slowly, raising his shield in a defensive stance before twirling and connecting his mace with the enemy's head, letting it tumble to the floor. Moving on to the next dummy, who was dangerously close, he stepped on the base of it, slamming into it with his shield. The thing bounced back, and then sprung forward as Varus applied pressure to its base. It careened straight into Varus mace as he jabbed it forward, snapping the dummy's post in two.

The last target was across the room. Much too far for Varus to make before the mock bow in its hand would fire a shot. Bringing his shield up to block the "arrow" that would have been coming his way, he cocked his arm back and threw his mace. The projectile rocketed towards the dummy, colliding with incredible force before carrying itself into the stone wall behind its target. It struck the wall with a resounding boom, so loud that Varus cringed, before falling to the floor with a heavy thud.

Shit. Varus cursed, sighing and walking to his weapon before setting his shield down and going back to his exercise regimen. He had a bad feeling he would no longer be alone in the room for much longer, considering the pseudo-explosion he had just caused. Eyeing the place where his mace struck, he chuckled at the now painfully obvious chunk of wall he had managed to take out.

Being emotionless does funny things to people's perception of you. For one thing, while it might make you stand out in a crowd of people socializing, it had the opposite effect when people are simply going about their business and are focused on their own happenings. Of course, being of short, unassuming stature, and possessing a natural degree of stealth in movement probably play a role as well in Silvia's case. It was perhaps for these reasons, that Varus had not noticed Silvia had entered the training room midway through his training, in time to see his throw his mace at the distant target.
While was busy analyzing it's trajectory and determining the optimum release angle velocity which would have caused maximum damage target, with minimum collateral damage to the room, a different individual had entered and engaged Varus in conversation.
Of course, logically speaking, it was more important that she convey the improvement she had noted could be made, than simply allowing for idle chatter.

"простите. Your angle of release was 2.1381 degrees too soon, and release velocity was 3.361 meter per second above optimum for the constraints of this training room."

Her rather overly large for ears for her body size twitched slightly as she spoke, while her tail idly swayed slightly from side to side.

Liz cocked an eyebrow as the Faunus girl talked like a robot, listing how Varus had screwed up his shot. This girl was definitely odd. She seemed to have no emotion at all. Nothing even remotely resembling emotion were in her eyes. To be honest, it was actually pretty creepy...

"Well... Hello to you as well!" said Liz awkwardly, not really knowing how to approach this situation

[North Arkana]

Liz cocked an eyebrow as the Faunus girl talked like a robot, listing how Varus had screwed up his shot. This girl was definitely odd. She seemed to have no emotion at all. Nothing even remotely resembling emotion were in her eyes. To be honest, it was actually pretty creepy...

"Well... Hello to you as well!" said Liz awkwardly, not really knowing how to approach this situation

"Привет. I am called Silvia Kristov, Ms. Redwood."

She cocks her head slightly, reading into what she knows about social interactions.
Ah, of course. Ms. Redwood's interest is in Mr. d'Constantine. It would be best to withdraw myself from this conversation and allow for their interaction.

"I did not mean for my analysis to interfere with your conversation. пожалуйста, continue."

[Cerrania]

"I am called Silvia Kristov."

Varus perked up after the girl said her name. He vaguely remembered it for some reason. Thinking briefly, he smiled and then realized that she was on his team.

"Wait! Before you go, I believe we're on a team together. Team SAVR, pronounced Savior. I'll see you sometime soon, I suppose." He said, smiling at the girl as she receded back to where she had originated. Shrugging and then returning his gaze to Liz, Varus raised one eyebrow and looked at her blade, "Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Ms. Redwood. What brings you to the training room?"

After asking, Varus stood and approached Dawnbreaker, hefting the mace and spinning it in his hand once before beginning to pick up the shattered remains of the dummies he had brutalized. He supposed it was his duty to make the training room usable for the next set of Hunters. He threw the wooden shards into a bin before going to work setting up a new set of targets. He occasionally cast a sideways glance at Liz, grinning as he did.

"I noticed your blade. It's segmented, isn't it?" He asked, having set down three dummies in irregular positioning, "I'd like to see what it'd do to a few dummies."

He folded his arms and stood to the side, looking Liz up and down and waiting for her to act.

[The Olog-Hai]

Russet had nothing much to do.
He had gotten his classwork done. Completely boring, and annoying. He was supposed to be a Hunter, right? And that was supposed to be all about fighting, right?
Wrong. His initial thoughts were all shot through. Not only did he have to learn history he knew by heart (He was a freaking Faunus. And they were learning about the Faunus war. Did he really have to deal with this?), he had to learn about the different types of Grimm. Okay, that was helpful. Along with combat. That was a useful class. But if course, better not let his thoughts show on his face. Got to keep up pretenses. They were a useful defense in a bigoted world. Speaking of combat, he decided to use the extra time he had to practice. He greatly preferred that to social interactions, or reading history in his own time. Now, fiction, that was good. But don't read that around others. Nope. All part of my defense.
So, Russet decided to head down to the pratice room. And what did he find in there? A freaking party. Why were there so many people there?
He recognized two of them. From his team. He didn't know them well, all of them being pretty new. One of them was a Faunus, like him. Pretty strange. He couldn't tell if her lack of emotions was intentional or not. She was a puzzle to him. A puzzle to be solved. That was one of the things he enjoyed. Puzzles. The other, he was a pretty usual guy. He had an interesting semblance, though. Gravity, or something like that. The other female he did not recognize about her. But something seemed kinda off about her.
With that, Russet stepped into the room.. "Well. I was looking to pratice, of something like that, but there appears to be a party of some sort in here," he said, trying to keep his voice emotionless, but with a hint if sarcasm slipping through. "What compelled this? Just one more person, and we'd have our full team here."

[Luzshy]

Asher Lumière

Uncomfortable would be an extreme understatement in his case. The bindings had to be kept tight. The bindings had to be kept tight. Somehow, that was how Asher's existence felt, bound. He was trapped in this form. His wings, rather than being an outlet of freedom, bound him to this world. They turned every corner into a threat-- every relationship into a lie. They turned every moment into an agonizing hell. Yet the bindings had to be kept tight. The phrase bore itself into his mind; a searing reinforcement for what the winged boy already knew. He had to keep the bindings tight. Don't grow to close, they'll cut you. Don't make friends, they'll betray you. Don't fall in love, you'll lose them. The bindings had to be kept tight, or else it would happen again.

Asher didn't want that. Asher didn't want to be cut, betrayed or left. Asher wanted his life, his freedom. "Freedom." He'd never had it. He only knew that the bindings had to be kept tight. So, he distanced himself from the others, hiding in his precious books. There, he could explore anywhere, do anything, be anyone. They were his wings. They were his false "freedom." They were never supposed to become a surrogate reality as they had become for him. They were not built to be wings. They were an opiate, an addiction that distracted him from reality. And they were deadly. They could make him depressed, make him euphoric, even nostalgic. They could be his waxen wings. But someday, they would melt.

That day was fast approaching for the white haired faunus, his wings securely (and quite painfully) held under a layer of bandages, hidden beneath the boy's blue sweater, under his signature brown cloak. His ragged creme colored bandana was wrapped around his belt, and he stood, a yawn escaping from his lips. It had been three days without sleep. The Legion of Violets trilogy had been quite good, leading him to finish the books in a terrifying timeframe. A timeframe, which of course excluded the need for food, sleep, water, talking and movement. And, according to his bladder, the restroom.

Nearby patrons of the Beacon library would be startled to see the boy suddenly bolt up from his seat, some having though the boy dead or an animatronic, judging from the lack of movement, save from the occasional flipping of a page. Asher slammed the third book's musty pages together, having completed the series with a savory clack, set them down reverently and hurriedly stroll over to the restroom.

Silently, of course. It is a library, after all.

One flush and several minutes later, a young seemingly human lad exited the men's room, his face notably relieved. The boy quickly made his way to Team SAVR's dorm, (which, rather oddly was deserted,) showered, and freshened himself up. Grabbing Hazard, the not-quite-human boy made his way to the practice range, only to witness three things he very nearly wished he hadn't: Russet's awful attempt at sarcasm, a wall exploding, Varus being hit on, and Silvia talking like a robot again. "Wonderful," he thought, "This sounds like the beginning of the Witch of Zo." Of course, he only now realized he said that out loud. Needless to say, his face was a bit red.

[Occupied Deutschland]

Code: Select all

...Thank you for your assistance.

...
"Her n-n-name is U-Umber. I j-just ssaid that." Again, she turned to Umber and started to walk away.

Umber gave Jolana a small nod in acknowledgement of her thanks and an even smaller--and somewhat unsteady--curtsy as her own thanks for reminding Togami of what had already been 'said' by her. Not having a ready-made 'You're Welcome' or 'Thank you' in her 'voice' repertoire could be inconvenient at times like this, but she had learned to cope. Besides, while she could think of two words to replace from the small selection, she had a harder time coming up with four. Replacing the polite words with physical actions did make her feel somewhat more connected to their meaning. She had to physically acknowledge her thanks and physically display gratitude, and it did have the advantage of keeping her from ever making empty expressions of those things as other people might.

She was less courteous when she looked at Togami. Instead of 'saying' anything, Umber simply pointed at him for a moment then brought the finger up to her ear. She considered leaving it at that for a moment, but then felt a twinge of sympathy. Perhaps the boy really had hit his head very hard, or for some inexplicable reason been distracted by the Faunus that had been so disgustingly cooing over him.

“—I—No—Explain—” Umber held up two fingers, hoping the message got across. She had little use for people who didn't listen when she did 'speak', and even less for people apparently so close to Faunus-girls. Togami was striking both of those points. Umber had to remind herself, again, that it was fully possible the boy had just been dazed from the collision. Reining in her annoyance as best she could, Umber took a step forward so she could look at the back of the boy's head and where he'd fallen.

“—You—No—Hurt—” The words didn't hold any inflection, but Umber still managed to make them seem like a statement of fact.

“—I—Food—” Umber finished, dropping her hand from her neck in relief. She didn't owe the man an explanation of where she was going, but courtesy demanded she offer one. No matter how incomplete or hard-to-recognize it might be.

[North Arkana]

Silvia Kristov

"I am called Silvia Kristov."

Varus perked up after the girl said her name. He vaguely remembered it for some reason. Thinking briefly, he smiled and then realized that she was on his team.

"Wait! Before you go, I believe we're on a team together. Team SAVR, pronounced Savior. I'll see you sometime soon, I suppose." He said, smiling at the girl as she receded back to where she had originated. Shrugging and then returning his gaze to Liz, Varus raised one eyebrow and looked at her blade, "Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Ms. Redwood. What brings you to the training room?"

After asking, Varus stood and approached Dawnbreaker, hefting the mace and spinning it in his hand once before beginning to pick up the shattered remains of the dummies he had brutalized. He supposed it was his duty to make the training room usable for the next set of Hunters. He threw the wooden shards into a bin before going to work setting up a new set of targets. He occasionally cast a sideways glance at Liz, grinning as he did.

"I noticed your blade. It's segmented, isn't it?" He asked, having set down three dummies in irregular positioning, "I'd like to see what it'd do to a few dummies."

He folded his arms and stood to the side, looking Liz up and down and waiting for her to act.

"дурак. Of course we are on a team together. We have known of each other and our relation for quite a while now." A hint of irritation sneaks into her voice. "And you seem to have assumed my withdrawal from the conversation indicated my withdrawal from the practice room. нет. I also have practice to perform."

There was a reason Silvia disliked other people in general. Too many assumptions. Even if it wasn't for the discrimination for being a faunus, the sheer amount of assumptions made by "regular" people were enough to drive her cra- нет. Bad word. Not a good to use for her.

Russet had nothing much to do.
He had gotten his classwork done. Completely boring, and annoying. He was supposed to be a Hunter, right? And that was supposed to be all about fighting, right?
Wrong. His initial thoughts were all shot through. Not only did he have to learn history he knew by heart (He was a freaking Faunus. And they were learning about the Faunus war. Did he really have to deal with this?), he had to learn about the different types of Grimm. Okay, that was helpful. Along with combat. That was a useful class. But if course, better not let his thoughts show on his face. Got to keep up pretenses. They were a useful defense in a bigoted world. Speaking of combat, he decided to use the extra time he had to practice. He greatly preferred that to social interactions, or reading history in his own time. Now, fiction, that was good. But don't read that around others. Nope. All part of my defense.
So, Russet decided to head down to the pratice room. And what did he find in there? A freaking party. Why were there so many people there?
He recognized two of them. From his team. He didn't know them well, all of them being pretty new. One of them was a Faunus, like him. Pretty strange. He couldn't tell if her lack of emotions was intentional or not. She was a puzzle to him. A puzzle to be solved. That was one of the things he enjoyed. Puzzles. The other, he was a pretty usual guy. He had an interesting semblance, though. Gravity, or something like that. The other female he did not recognize about her. But something seemed kinda off about her.
With that, Russet stepped into the room.. "Well. I was looking to pratice, of something like that, but there appears to be a party of some sort in here," he said, trying to keep his voice emotionless, but with a hint if sarcasm slipping through. "What compelled this? Just one more person, and we'd have our full team here."

The arrival of a second person, a member of her team, seemed to promise for frustration. And as she had expected, they delivered.

"придурок. This is not a party. And the answer is simple. People come here to practice."

People. People were the problem. People and their emotions and their impulsivity and their lack of logic.
нет. Don't let this anger you. Remain calm.

Asher Lumière

Uncomfortable would be an extreme understatement in his case. The bindings had to be kept tight. The bindings had to be kept tight. Somehow, that was how Asher's existence felt, bound. He was trapped in this form. His wings, rather than being an outlet of freedom, bound him to this world. They turned every corner into a threat-- every relationship into a lie. They turned every moment into an agonizing hell. Yet the bindings had to be kept tight. The phrase bore itself into his mind; a searing reinforcement for what the winged boy already knew. He had to keep the bindings tight. Don't grow to close, they'll cut you. Don't make friends, they'll betray you. Don't fall in love, you'll lose them. The bindings had to be kept tight, or else it would happen again.

Asher didn't want that. Asher didn't want to be cut, betrayed or left. Asher wanted his life, his freedom. "Freedom." He'd never had it. He only knew that the bindings had to be kept tight. So, he distanced himself from the others, hiding in his precious books. There, he could explore anywhere, do anything, be anyone. They were his wings. They were his false "freedom." They were never supposed to become a surrogate reality as they had become for him. They were not built to be wings. They were an opiate, an addiction that distracted him from reality. And they were deadly. They could make him depressed, make him euphoric, even nostalgic. They could be his waxen wings. But someday, they would melt.

That day was fast approaching for the white haired faunus, his wings securely (and quite painfully) held under a layer of bandages, hidden beneath the boy's blue sweater, under his signature brown cloak. His ragged creme colored bandana was wrapped around his belt, and he stood, a yawn escaping from his lips. It had been three days without sleep. The Legion of Violets trilogy had been quite good, leading him to finish the books in a terrifying timeframe. A timeframe, which of course excluded the need for food, sleep, water, talking and movement. And, according to his bladder, the restroom.

Nearby patrons of the Beacon library would be startled to see the boy suddenly bolt up from his seat, some having though the boy dead or an animatronic, judging from the lack of movement, save from the occasional flipping of a page. Asher slammed the third book's musty pages together, having completed the series with a savory clack, set them down reverently and hurriedly stroll over to the restroom.

Silently, of course. It is a library, after all.

One flush and several minutes later, a young seemingly human lad exited the men's room, his face notably relieved. The boy quickly made his way to Team SAVR's dorm, (which, rather oddly was deserted,) showered, and freshened himself up. Grabbing Hazard, the not-quite-human boy made his way to the practice range, only to witness three things he very nearly wished he hadn't: Russet's awful attempt at sarcasm, a wall exploding, Varus being hit on, and Silvia talking like a robot again. "Wonderful," he thought, "This sounds like the beginning of the Witch of Zo." Of course, he only now realized he said that out loud. Needless to say, his face was a bit red.

When another person shows up, this time the last person to round out their team, Silvia fully expects more frustration, courtesy of the "normal" type. Instead, he manages to say something which does not bother her, yet at least.

"объяснять. Comparisons to literary works require context. Why make such a comparison?"

Silvia cocked her head to the side as she asked. As usual, her ears twitched as they tend to do when she is inquisitive, while her tail acts in a similar manner, though in a more gentle manner.

[Zrhajan]

Sirina Zezili

Careful here.... Think carefully. You can't let her know that you are kinda in league with Miss de Mazelle, she'll no longer think of you as a friend, and it can hurt her. So lying will protect her for a little longer, but when she finds out... Sirina thought, Then again... if I tell her then she'll be in danger, along with Ning and... Togami... No, I can't do that... Lying is the best choice here...

"If you can provide enough evidence that the claims you are pressing are true, then I will help if I can. But if you can't prove it, then there will be no need for action." Sirina stated as she laid down, "But enough of this plotting... I don't like it."

Octavia responded with “All right, I'll stop with trying to show the evidence, for now. But do keep two things in mind. Firstly, if somebody is being nice for what seems to be no reason and they have no real history of being particularly kind, a general rule of thumb is that they plan on using or manipulating you for their own purposes. Secondly, and this is something vitally important: Eventually, no matter how good somebody is at it, the truth will be found. Lies do not endure, and when they fall, the truth will always shine through. Anyway, If you'll excuse me, I'll need to make more calls to get more information from various sources. ”

[Cybraxia]

Ozpin

Oh, they want to start this thing now. Very well, this character in front of him doesn't have all day. Standing up from his chair he took the mug from his desk and held it tightly in his fingers. He took his cane and shifted in front of his desk. "Follow me," he gestured his head in the direction of the elevator.

Jack gave a stern look to Lilith as they followed him to the elevator. Lilith simply shrugged. "So, doc, any interesting characters in this year's batch?" She asked.

Jack sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry for my associate's rudeness."

"Hey! It's a legitimate question!" Lilith retorted. "Besides, it's not like I'm the only one who talks like that to him." At this Jack glared at her. "Whoa, hey, backing off. Sheesh."

[Aidannadia]

Umber gave Jolana a small nod in acknowledgement of her thanks and an even smaller--and somewhat unsteady--curtsy as her own thanks for reminding Togami of what had already been 'said' by her. Not having a ready-made 'You're Welcome' or 'Thank you' in her 'voice' repertoire could be inconvenient at times like this, but she had learned to cope. Besides, while she could think of two words to replace from the small selection, she had a harder time coming up with four. Replacing the polite words with physical actions did make her feel somewhat more connected to their meaning. She had to physically acknowledge her thanks and physically display gratitude, and it did have the advantage of keeping her from ever making empty expressions of those things as other people might.

She was less courteous when she looked at Togami. Instead of 'saying' anything, Umber simply pointed at him for a moment then brought the finger up to her ear. She considered leaving it at that for a moment, but then felt a twinge of sympathy. Perhaps the boy really had hit his head very hard, or for some inexplicable reason been distracted by the Faunus that had been so disgustingly cooing over him.

“—I—No—Explain—” Umber held up two fingers, hoping the message got across. She had little use for people who didn't listen when she did 'speak', and even less for people apparently so close to Faunus-girls. Togami was striking both of those points. Umber had to remind herself, again, that it was fully possible the boy had just been dazed from the collision. Reining in her annoyance as best she could, Umber took a step forward so she could look at the back of the boy's head and where he'd fallen.

“—You—No—Hurt—” The words didn't hold any inflection, but Umber still managed to make them seem like a statement of fact.

“—I—Food—” Umber finished, dropping her hand from her neck in relief. She didn't owe the man an explanation of where she was going, but courtesy demanded she offer one. No matter how incomplete or hard-to-recognize it might be.

Togami watched, perplexed, as Umber moved a pointed finger- which is incredibly rude- from his person to her ears.

I see so she's deaf. I probably like a fool. Before he could react, Umber leaned towards Togami and for a moment he feared that Erde's were not the only lips looking to set him off balance and so he tensed him muscles with discomfort. The woman looked at the back of his head before speaking, “—You—No—Hurt—”

Togami nodded and she continued. “—I—Food—” His own stomach ached slightly. I will have to get something to eat in town. And some more dust now that that Faunus urchin- Togami stopped himself and cursed at his own hypocrisy. To think all this time... This is not the time to think about this.

"Oh, you're going to eat? Yes, it is that time of day. Well, it's been a pleasure." Togami held out his palm as a polite goodbye, bowing slightly out of habit. "I need to be going, but I hope to see you again some time." He gave another wave before exiting the doors of Beacon hastily.

[Nachfolgia]

Carmina Birch

"I have no idea," the redhead shrugged. If she knew, she would stay the fuck away from her. That was how scary that Huntress was to her. In fact she was scarier than Prof. Silver not pulling out the stops when she spars. She shivered, "She gives me the fucking creeps. Anyways, if you need some help with your weapon, you know who to come to," she smiled. After all, a few students had approached Carmina for advice, so why wouldn't she?

Looks like Arrietty didn't know who the newcomer was. "Oh, that's Artol," Carmina directed her thumb at him.

Artol beamed with happiness that someone remembered his name.

"Ding ding~ That's right! You remembered, friend! I'm Artol! Often nicknamed as the ice cream guy or Mr. Friend, I'm here as an honor guest for reasons I don't even fully remember. But anyway, what's all the gloom about?" Artol cheered like a sugar filled child.

---

Infirmary

Heamet smiled crookedly at the girl speaking to him.

"Well I'm almost always here, so I help around since my mom taught how to.
Avena and I tend to meet a lot due to her antics. Not that I mind, Aria's the one flipping."

But as soon as be said that, he noticed Erde and Yuki being carried over her shoulder.

'Hein? Elle était pas en PLS sur le coté avant l'ini de la dernière fois? J'pensais pas la revoir.
Mais bon, j'approuve plus d'elle que d'Charlotte, donc je vais m'en occuper. L'autre conasse me fait pas peur.'

Heamet stood up and walked over to the girl and exalined her as usual, he didn't have a doctor's license nut xith all his knowledge, he might as well be one.

"Frozen in fear, so far only psychlogical trauma. I'll take care of her.
I doubt you have any idea as to calm down someone in that state although since you put her in that catharsis, I shouldn't give a too hasty judgement.
I'd recommend you leave, I will do the counseling myself." Heamet's tone was cold, terribly cold and hammering.

"Before you try to intimidate me, I'd recommend you think a bit before acting.
The Headmaster, the teachers and various students of power to be reckoned with are here.
I'm not saying I can intimidate you though, but I'd sincerely think about it should I be in your shoes."

'You cheap knockoff of an actually good villain.'

Avena stood by Yuki's bed, a look of concern on her face. it may not look like it, but the usually happy-go-lucky sniper was terrified. She didn't like seeing people sad or upset, but Yuki resonated deep within her. Avena has seen this kind of mental anguish before and it never turned out good. Despite being in a dangerous profession, she didn't want her fellow huntsman to suffer. She wanted everyone to live happy and have fun, before the hazardous work environment became victorious. Many would say that she was being naïve, but Avena didn't care. She believed what she wanted to believe.

Avena continued to stare at Yuki until Heamet walked up beside her. She looked at him as he showed a little insight into Yuki's condition. " Heamy, I didn't know you knew doctor stuff? I thought you were like me, all about the battle and chaos." Avena said with a smile. She then glanced at Yuki one more time. " She reminds me of Iris." Avena muttered to herself, not realizing she said it out loud.

[The Olog-Hai]

Silvia Kristov

"I am called Silvia Kristov."

Varus perked up after the girl said her name. He vaguely remembered it for some reason. Thinking briefly, he smiled and then realized that she was on his team.

"Wait! Before you go, I believe we're on a team together. Team SAVR, pronounced Savior. I'll see you sometime soon, I suppose." He said, smiling at the girl as she receded back to where she had originated. Shrugging and then returning his gaze to Liz, Varus raised one eyebrow and looked at her blade, "Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Ms. Redwood. What brings you to the training room?"

After asking, Varus stood and approached Dawnbreaker, hefting the mace and spinning it in his hand once before beginning to pick up the shattered remains of the dummies he had brutalized. He supposed it was his duty to make the training room usable for the next set of Hunters. He threw the wooden shards into a bin before going to work setting up a new set of targets. He occasionally cast a sideways glance at Liz, grinning as he did.

"I noticed your blade. It's segmented, isn't it?" He asked, having set down three dummies in irregular positioning, "I'd like to see what it'd do to a few dummies."

He folded his arms and stood to the side, looking Liz up and down and waiting for her to act.

"дурак. Of course we are on a team together. We have known of each other and our relation for quite a while now." A hint of irritation sneaks into her voice. "And you seem to have assumed my withdrawal from the conversation indicated my withdrawal from the practice room. нет. I also have practice to perform."

There was a reason Silvia disliked other people in general. Too many assumptions. Even if it wasn't for the discrimination for being a faunus, the sheer amount of assumptions made by "regular" people were enough to drive her cra- нет. Bad word. Not a good to use for her.

Russet had nothing much to do.
He had gotten his classwork done. Completely boring, and annoying. He was supposed to be a Hunter, right? And that was supposed to be all about fighting, right?
Wrong. His initial thoughts were all shot through. Not only did he have to learn history he knew by heart (He was a freaking Faunus. And they were learning about the Faunus war. Did he really have to deal with this?), he had to learn about the different types of Grimm. Okay, that was helpful. Along with combat. That was a useful class. But if course, better not let his thoughts show on his face. Got to keep up pretenses. They were a useful defense in a bigoted world. Speaking of combat, he decided to use the extra time he had to practice. He greatly preferred that to social interactions, or reading history in his own time. Now, fiction, that was good. But don't read that around others. Nope. All part of my defense.
So, Russet decided to head down to the pratice room. And what did he find in there? A freaking party. Why were there so many people there?
He recognized two of them. From his team. He didn't know them well, all of them being pretty new. One of them was a Faunus, like him. Pretty strange. He couldn't tell if her lack of emotions was intentional or not. She was a puzzle to him. A puzzle to be solved. That was one of the things he enjoyed. Puzzles. The other, he was a pretty usual guy. He had an interesting semblance, though. Gravity, or something like that. The other female he did not recognize about her. But something seemed kinda off about her.
With that, Russet stepped into the room.. "Well. I was looking to pratice, of something like that, but there appears to be a party of some sort in here," he said, trying to keep his voice emotionless, but with a hint if sarcasm slipping through. "What compelled this? Just one more person, and we'd have our full team here."

The arrival of a second person, a member of her team, seemed to promise for frustration. And as she had expected, they delivered.

"придурок. This is not a party. And the answer is simple. People come here to practice."

People. People were the problem. People and their emotions and their impulsivity and their lack of logic.
нет. Don't let this anger you. Remain calm.

Asher Lumière

Uncomfortable would be an extreme understatement in his case. The bindings had to be kept tight. The bindings had to be kept tight. Somehow, that was how Asher's existence felt, bound. He was trapped in this form. His wings, rather than being an outlet of freedom, bound him to this world. They turned every corner into a threat-- every relationship into a lie. They turned every moment into an agonizing hell. Yet the bindings had to be kept tight. The phrase bore itself into his mind; a searing reinforcement for what the winged boy already knew. He had to keep the bindings tight. Don't grow to close, they'll cut you. Don't make friends, they'll betray you. Don't fall in love, you'll lose them. The bindings had to be kept tight, or else it would happen again.

Asher didn't want that. Asher didn't want to be cut, betrayed or left. Asher wanted his life, his freedom. "Freedom." He'd never had it. He only knew that the bindings had to be kept tight. So, he distanced himself from the others, hiding in his precious books. There, he could explore anywhere, do anything, be anyone. They were his wings. They were his false "freedom." They were never supposed to become a surrogate reality as they had become for him. They were not built to be wings. They were an opiate, an addiction that distracted him from reality. And they were deadly. They could make him depressed, make him euphoric, even nostalgic. They could be his waxen wings. But someday, they would melt.

That day was fast approaching for the white haired faunus, his wings securely (and quite painfully) held under a layer of bandages, hidden beneath the boy's blue sweater, under his signature brown cloak. His ragged creme colored bandana was wrapped around his belt, and he stood, a yawn escaping from his lips. It had been three days without sleep. The Legion of Violets trilogy had been quite good, leading him to finish the books in a terrifying timeframe. A timeframe, which of course excluded the need for food, sleep, water, talking and movement. And, according to his bladder, the restroom.

Nearby patrons of the Beacon library would be startled to see the boy suddenly bolt up from his seat, some having though the boy dead or an animatronic, judging from the lack of movement, save from the occasional flipping of a page. Asher slammed the third book's musty pages together, having completed the series with a savory clack, set them down reverently and hurriedly stroll over to the restroom.

Silently, of course. It is a library, after all.

One flush and several minutes later, a young seemingly human lad exited the men's room, his face notably relieved. The boy quickly made his way to Team SAVR's dorm, (which, rather oddly was deserted,) showered, and freshened himself up. Grabbing Hazard, the not-quite-human boy made his way to the practice range, only to witness three things he very nearly wished he hadn't: Russet's awful attempt at sarcasm, a wall exploding, Varus being hit on, and Silvia talking like a robot again. "Wonderful," he thought, "This sounds like the beginning of the Witch of Zo." Of course, he only now realized he said that out loud. Needless to say, his face was a bit red.

When another person shows up, this time the last person to round out their team, Silvia fully expects more frustration, courtesy of the "normal" type. Instead, he manages to say something which does not bother her, yet at least.

"объяснять. Comparisons to literary works require context. Why make such a comparison?"

Silvia cocked her head to the side as she asked. As usual, her ears twitched as they tend to do when she is inquisitive, while her tail acts in a similar manner, though in a more gentle manner.

And here it went again. Another of the factors he didn't like. The straight up lack of humor in Silvia was completely unnerving. He had made a bad attempt at a joke, to see if his disguise could truly fall. But to no avail. The first response he got was a boring one. And then that bookworm. Oh, he was quite annoying. Quoting random fantasy (historical fiction was much better - it actually taught a bit), and overall not getting the entire picture. Who knows what both of them went through to end up like this.
So, back to the present. Out of thoughts.
"Silvia, the odds that all four of us would be present in the pratice room at the same time are minuscule. Along with another random female. And I believe that Asher did not mean to thin out loud" Russet said, without really thinking.
Okay, that didn't seem like it flowed well. But I shouldn't over think it, should I? I don't really know. A team was not what I wanted to be part of when I came here. I wanted to learn about fighting, not be stuck with these people.

[Serah]

Artol beamed with happiness that someone remembered his name.

"Ding ding~ That's right! You remembered, friend! I'm Artol! Often nicknamed as the ice cream guy or Mr. Friend, I'm here as an honor guest for reasons I don't even fully remember. But anyway, what's all the gloom about?" Artol cheered like a sugar filled child.

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Infirmary

Heamet smiled crookedly at the girl speaking to him.

"Well I'm almost always here, so I help around since my mom taught how to.
Avena and I tend to meet a lot due to her antics. Not that I mind, Aria's the one flipping."

But as soon as be said that, he noticed Erde and Yuki being carried over her shoulder.

'Hein? Elle était pas en PLS sur le coté avant l'ini de la dernière fois? J'pensais pas la revoir.
Mais bon, j'approuve plus d'elle que d'Charlotte, donc je vais m'en occuper. L'autre conasse me fait pas peur.'

Heamet stood up and walked over to the girl and exalined her as usual, he didn't have a doctor's license nut xith all his knowledge, he might as well be one.

"Frozen in fear, so far only psychlogical trauma. I'll take care of her.
I doubt you have any idea as to calm down someone in that state although since you put her in that catharsis, I shouldn't give a too hasty judgement.
I'd recommend you leave, I will do the counseling myself." Heamet's tone was cold, terribly cold and hammering.

"Before you try to intimidate me, I'd recommend you think a bit before acting.
The Headmaster, the teachers and various students of power to be reckoned with are here.
I'm not saying I can intimidate you though, but I'd sincerely think about it should I be in your shoes."

'You cheap knockoff of an actually good villain.'

Avena stood by Yuki's bed, a look of concern on her face. it may not look like it, but the usually happy-go-lucky sniper was terrified. She didn't like seeing people sad or upset, but Yuki resonated deep within her. Avena has seen this kind of mental anguish before and it never turned out good. Despite being in a dangerous profession, she didn't want her fellow huntsman to suffer. She wanted everyone to live happy and have fun, before the hazardous work environment became victorious. Many would say that she was being naïve, but Avena didn't care. She believed what she wanted to believe.

Avena continued to stare at Yuki until Heamet walked up beside her. She looked at him as he showed a little insight into Yuki's condition. " Heamy, I didn't know you knew doctor stuff? I thought you were like me, all about the battle and chaos." Avena said with a smile. She then glanced at Yuki one more time. " She reminds me of Iris." Avena muttered to herself, not realizing she said it out loud.

Heamet looked at her with his signature smile as got dangerously close to her face.

"I know many things.my dear, and being 1 medic is one of those.
Among things I know about you or your team for instance." The man said, with an awfully odd tone given his usual behavior. Then, he pat Avena's head calmly.

"Soft. But still a little bit greasy.
You should change your shampoo a bit to keep it soft.
I'm sure Jackson would prefer it that way.
Carmina wouldn't really care though." Heamet chuckled to himself.
He had his ways of knowing various things for his day to day life.

"You should stay Avvy, she'll appreciate someone caring for her once she wakes up, however, I'd advise you don 't intervene vocally while I calm her down, understood?" He continued, however, his voice was just as hammerring as before when he spoke to Erde, it was clear as crystal and sharp like a razor.

[Nachfolgia]

Avena stood by Yuki's bed, a look of concern on her face. it may not look like it, but the usually happy-go-lucky sniper was terrified. She didn't like seeing people sad or upset, but Yuki resonated deep within her. Avena has seen this kind of mental anguish before and it never turned out good. Despite being in a dangerous profession, she didn't want her fellow huntsman to suffer. She wanted everyone to live happy and have fun, before the hazardous work environment became victorious. Many would say that she was being naïve, but Avena didn't care. She believed what she wanted to believe.

Avena continued to stare at Yuki until Heamet walked up beside her. She looked at him as he showed a little insight into Yuki's condition. " Heamy, I didn't know you knew doctor stuff? I thought you were like me, all about the battle and chaos." Avena said with a smile. She then glanced at Yuki one more time. " She reminds me of Iris." Avena muttered to herself, not realizing she said it out loud.

Heamet looked at her with his signature smile as got dangerously close to her face.

"I know many things.my dear, and being 1 medic is one of those.
Among things I know about you or your team for instance." The man said, with an awfully odd tone given his usual behavior. Then, he pat Avena's head calmly.

"Soft. But still a little bit greasy.
You should change your shampoo a bit to keep it soft.
I'm sure Jackson would prefer it that way.
Carmina wouldn't really care though." Heamet chuckled to himself.
He had his ways of knowing various things for his day to day life.

"You should stay Avvy, she'll appreciate someone caring for her once she wakes up, however, I'd advise you don 't intervene vocally while I calm her down, understood?" He continued, however, his voice was just as hammerring as before when he spoke to Erde, it was clear as crystal and sharp like a razor.

Avena looked oddly at Heamet got really close to her face. All she could do was lean back to keep their noses form touching. Heamet then patted her head, causing her to cringe. She wasn't use to people doing that and it creeped her out. She blushed heavily when he mentioned changing her shampoo so Jackson will like it. " W-what do you mean by 'Jackson will like it'? I hope you're not suggesting that he likes me, because that would be crazy. Imeanhe'sshortkindascrawnyhe'ssmartbutisntexactlytheleadingtype. There's no way that's going to happen." Avean said angrily as she continued to blush.

[Serah]

Heamet looked at her with his signature smile as got dangerously close to her face.

"I know many things.my dear, and being 1 medic is one of those.
Among things I know about you or your team for instance." The man said, with an awfully odd tone given his usual behavior. Then, he pat Avena's head calmly.

"Soft. But still a little bit greasy.
You should change your shampoo a bit to keep it soft.
I'm sure Jackson would prefer it that way.
Carmina wouldn't really care though." Heamet chuckled to himself.
He had his ways of knowing various things for his day to day life.

"You should stay Avvy, she'll appreciate someone caring for her once she wakes up, however, I'd advise you don 't intervene vocally while I calm her down, understood?" He continued, however, his voice was just as hammerring as before when he spoke to Erde, it was clear as crystal and sharp like a razor.

Avena looked oddly at Heamet got really close to her face. All she could do was lean back to keep their noses form touching. Heamet then patted her head, causing her to cringe. She wasn't use to people doing that and it creeped her out. She blushed heavily when he mentioned changing her shampoo so Jackson will like it. " W-what do you mean by 'Jackson will like it'? I hope you're not suggesting that he likes me, because that would be crazy. Imeanhe'sshortkindascrawnyhe'ssmartbutisntexactlytheleadingtype. There's no way that's going to happen." Avean said angrily as she continued to blush.

'Heh, so easy to see through.' Heamet smirked.

"Suuuure.
Literally everyone in the school and beyond is shipping you and him but you don't even notice it.
Hell, I'm almost positive he likes you even more than I imagine.
Even Leonard's shipping you two.
Just like I can see everyone picturing me with Aria."

Although he wasn't as much of a tsundere as Avena when people confronted him about it.
He'd often say he wouldn't mind it, or that her motherly side was nice.
But he never demented it.