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Trawl- Docks->Sheriff's Department


Eventually, Team SASG's aerial journey came to an end and their transport landed at the Trawl airdocks to cloudy but fair weather. As they landed, a lone man greeted them, dressed in an unconventional Sheriff's outfit- a pair of bright yellow pants, a bright orange reflective coat, and one large harpoon gun slung across his back. "I suppose you're the team from Beacon. Good to see you. Name's Captain McDougall. I'll be giving you your full brief and going over tactical options with you. Far as I'm aware, you've got maps of the area, but the lay of the land is where I come in. Follow me to the Department and we'll get set up." Gesturing for the team to follow, McDougall walked off towards a squat rectangular building visible a few thousand feet away. "Walk'll only take a few minutes."

As the team arrived at the Sheriff's Department, they'd notice that the locals seemed to be on edge, and that the beaches seemed to be utterly desolate. The Department itself wasn't particularly interesting, but rather than conventional firearms and weapons, the Sheriffs seemed to be armed with weapons suited for aquatic combat, such as harpoons, tridents and the occasional weighted war net. Of course, each had a pistol on their hips and a baton, but a large armory filled with such equipment was visible from the entrance. "As you might've noticed, we're accustomed to dealing with minor Grimm incursions here. Can't be having some stupid devil fish dragging kids away all the time, after all, but the worst we've ever handled was a Megaladeus, and that took damn near half the deputies and a leg or two. We figured we'd better call in the pros for something like a Siren. And, well, that's where you come in."

Leading the team into an empty office with several maps laid out on a table, McDougall indicated their 'war table.' "This here's a layout of the area." On the map, several areas were marked with symbols, such as triangles, circles and 'X's. "Triangles are where the beach gets hilly and rocky. Wanna avoid that area, too far up for a Siren to go out too. Bastards can walk on land, but they ain't too keen on it, and they never go out more than a mile or past real tough terrain like that. This 'X' here is where the victim, Daisy, was last seen by her friend. If you'd like to speak to Miss Rookwood, she's just outside, but she's damn hard of hearing, even with her aides. Don't gotta talk slow or nothing, but she might miss a few words here and there. Be ready to repeat yourself if ya do."

Pointing to the circles, the Sheriff's face contorted. "Here's our estimated perimeter of activity. We tried to check the area out, but we couldn't find anything more than some faded footprints which disappeared into a small cave. Unfortunately, the trail goes cold from there. We don't have a map of the cave, but the circles approximate where it covers underground before it lets out into an underwater lake. Thing's big and cold, lot colder than the ocean. If it's living in there, be careful. We're not sure if it gets out through an underwater passage or lugs itself out on those stubby legs it got, but I will advise you not to collapse the cave and call it a day. We do have to live here, after all, and we're not sure of the long-term consequences that'll bring if you do."

Stepping back from the table, McDougall looked between the team members and nodded. "I'll let you folks take it from here. Any questions for me or any of the locals, feel free to ask. Just let 'em know who you are and what yer doing, I'm sure you could get a hot meal from some of the folks here."
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"I'll go with you," Amy piped up, crossing her arms and walking toward Luke. "My hearing's good enough to pick up anything that might be coming. Cap, you get my spotting zone for a bit, would ya?"

The arm crossing wasn't just a throwaway gesture. Her fingers tapped releases on the insides of the Fury, arming it to be ready to spring out instantly if Grimm showed. As she and Luke walked toward the truck, her senses dialed up another notch, time seeming to slow ever so slightly.

"Think you might be getting a little cocky, Schwarz," she muttered just loud enough that he could hear. "Figured I needed to weigh down the boost to your odds of survival granted by your obvious lack of sexual experience."

The smirk was playing at the edges of her lips again.
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Luke Schwarz -- Under Fire


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Ahoge standing tall and alert in that typically Luke-ish, expressive way, and his eyes narrowed as they slid towards the Hawk Faunus, teeming with indignation.

"You don't know that." he adamantly sot back, obfuscating the truth with a frown. "And even if I was, that's a terrible reason to be out here! What did I do to deserve more risk?"

As they drew up to the truck, in the back of his mind he knew she was playing him. Searching for this very response, a frantic defense of his status as a man. The corners of her mouth twisting upward in a playful smirk gave it away.

And on the front of his mind, he accepted her challenge of verbal sparring whole-heartedly! As JMCL's closest thing to a diplomat, he wasn't to lose a war of words with his peers, no matter the context!

You won't manipulate me so easily, he vowed as he was being easily manipulated playing along, as the pair began working on the guts of the truck, keeping their ears open--

THAT'S THE PHRASE I WAS LOOKING FOR!

--for any incoming threats.
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Robert Fallson - Nearing Outpost Jeagar from Above

During the flight, Robert had been studying all of the information on the outpost as much as he could. "Alright, our primary objective should be clearing the place out of Grimm first. Since this is only a B-level mission, separating into team's of two doesn't sound like too dangerous of an idea. We want to do this as quickly as possible, so this will cover the most amount of ground. We also want to take as much advantage of their current low numbers as we can, so if we approach stealthily it might leave us more time to prepare defenses. After we clear the place, we should send one person to focus on getting power back on while everyone else sets up traps and barricades," he stated to the Trad, Grane, and Delta... Also Eve. Couldn't forget about Delta's little friend.

Robert began searching frantically for something in his pockets. "Ah, here it is," he said triumphantly, pulling out his Scroll. "Figures. I'm not getting a signal. Anybody have any good ideas on how we'll stay in contact on the ground?"
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"Maybe I was trying to buoy my own odds," Amy said, the smirk never leaving her face, extending a few links of the Fury out, stiffening it, and using the bladed point to cut the straps holding the battery in. "To be honest, with this attitude toward a woman in danger, I can see why you've never scored."

The fingers of her free hand found the nuts attaching the ground cables to the cell, deftly undoing them quickly. She didn't know much about the more technical aspects of circuitry, but disconnecting the power before she cut them to take them away seemed like a good idea.

"Honey," she continued, answering his earlier statement and moving on to the positive wires, "I do know. At this point, I can tell. Trust me."
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Trad Oak – En route to Fort Jeagar


As they flew toward the fort, Trad looked over the mission objectives once more,

  • Capture the fort by wiping out all Grimm inside and surrounding.
  • Power the coms and send for reinforcements.
  • Secure and hold down the fort from any attacks until reinforcements arrive.
  • Celebrate with a few pints.

It didn't sound too hard, but given the Grimm had already taken the fort once, it may prove to be.
As the team began to strategize, Trad nodded in agreement to Robert’s idea of landing a little ways out and taking the stealth approach. While stealth was far from Trad's forte, these three…four technically, looked as though they would thrive in it. Listening carefully to the plan to split he took note of their leaders concerns on communication. “We should see if there are any portable short range radios. A fort like this should have some in case of emergency power failures, assuming they weren't taken or damaged when the place was lost.”

“Also, if there are no objections I’ll be more than willing to carry the battery.” He pointed to the portable generator sitting near the back of the ship. “I’d rather it not weigh anyone down that needs their speed.”
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Gren Orchid


Eventually the team arrived to Trawl, the town where their mission was based around. The sheriff met them first. He seemed a bit oddly dressed for a sheriff, but perhaps that's just the uniform around here. His weapon certainly seemed suitable for hunting big game, and perhaps more intimidating for small crooks too. A harpoon is no less effective against a thief than it is a grimm. The sheriff took the team to his HQ where he gave them the local map of the area with more additionally details, like were the rocky parts were, where Daisy was last seen, and what Gren didn't know, a small cave. It opened up into a bigger underground lake, and Gren guessed that's where the Siren had been operating out of. He assumed the cave was naturally acoustic and could echo the Siren's call out for the underwater lake to around the cave. Of course until they actually get there, all he could make was guess work.

"Talking to some of the locals would be helpful." Gren figured they had more experience dealing with these sort of threats by their town history than his team were. They simply were more specialized in the art of fighting Grimm. That and Gren wanted to get an idea of how many people were missing form this down due to the Siren's activity. Perhaps it's just his own pride making things complicated, but he wanted to save some people and have the town really glad they called them. Nothing wrong with some positive publicity after all, right? And after the miscommunication error from the last mission, Gren felt it was imperative that they get as much information about the situation first before they storm in guns blazing. "Has anyone else been taken or gone before Daisy?"
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After being dropped off, Skyra extracted the business card Officer Midori gave them. "IAmTheLaw@ygmai.com? Does it get even cheesier?", she muttered out loud. She patted the wrinkles out of her skirt and looked over herself and eyed her teammates, too.
"So... do you think we actually blend in with our outfits?", she addressed to no one of her teammates in particular. "I mean... more or less, you three... since I planned on taking the high road." With a smirk Skyra pointed at the roof of a nearby building. "With my outfit, I can easily stay concealed up there and scout ahead and watch out for you."
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Buoying her own odds?

Well, I gue--


"Okay, now you're just being mean!" he replied to her next jab indignantly, disconnecting a cable with some authority. "What kind of guy do you take me for, I have a right to defend myself!"

After all, he wasn't a doormat who would let himself be rolled over by anyone who wanted to make fun of him so easily.

"You were the one saying you were trying to put me in more danger anyway, trying to weigh down my odds." He continued in their verbal sparring session, his hands grasping the battery firmly and pulling up. "If you said you were trying to help yourself and not hinder me, I wouldn't have snapped. If that's the case, then I'll apologize. But--" he grunted, sentence interrupted by exertion as they dislodged the battery. "You can't say one thing and mean the opposite, and expect me to get it. That's unfair."

Why's she so intent on making me admit it, anyway?

This feels like a police confession coercion.

Don't I have the right against self-incrimination? I plead the Fifth!


"Let's get this thing back, the less time we spend out in the open, the better."
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Grane Blauer


While stealth ops were probably his forte, Grane had to say he disagreed at the moment that they should go stealth, let alone split up. Yes, they may have only one person who could really take damage, but he'd rather take that than the odds of stealthily infiltrating in with no comms. Too much could go wrong. If one half got utterly wiped out, the other half would probably be screwed. The surviving half probably wouldn't even know the other half had been wiped out. Grane doubted any of them knew how to make smoke signals, even more so under combat, and using a heliograph system didn't really seem to be an option.

While Grane had hardly fought against grimm, the sound of a noisy helicopter was sure to get their attention as well. The grimm would most likely be riled up from the deafening sounds of helicopter rotors.

The way Grane saw it- His team was like an airborne unit at the moment. They had similar objectives- take a point with limited firepower and wait for reinforcements. The entire point of an airborne unit was to surprise the enemy in their own backyard, and wipe out opposition before they could mass together and eventually wipe out the smaller force, or at least delay them long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

"Robert, while I'm down to do this mission sneaky beaky like, we just don't have the comms to pull off a successful stealth raid. Yes, we could go in blind and hope nothing goes wrong, but it could. Waiting to grab some radios inside of the fort is not much of a safety net in my opinion, when we don't even know there are working radios there. I would suggest the most direct approach and drop into the middle of the fort. It might disorient the Grimm for a bit, long enough for us to take the base. We can get Delta into a elevated position where he can pick off the rest of the grimm assaulting our position, while we radio for help and hold the fort on the ground. Splitting up our forces with no comms for the first half of the op is not appealing to me. If something happens in that time period, the mission is FUBAR." Grane meant no disrespect, but he felt he needed to give some input before they all agreed on a half baked plan at best.

"That being said, if you feel like stealth is the best opinion, I will respect your choice of strategy." Grane wasn't really interested in the leadership position, nor did he want to start any drama with this new team. If Robert wanted to go ahead with this, fine, he'd follow orders. Didn't mean he had to agree or like them though.
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"Got you." Bastille's leader answered Amy, taking a few steps to the right to cover the cardinal points left open by Luke and Amy. Shotguns up and at the ready, carefully sweeping across the extent of his domain in clear, calm pans. He could dimly hear their faint bickering, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Normally it would have been funny. Right now he was too on edge. It was easy to understand, though. It was their way of relieving stress. Keeping cool and collected.

He couldn't begrudge them that. But he really wished they'd pick up the pace.
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Krysthane - Patrol Mission


Krysthane shrugged in response to Skyra's suggestoin, "Well alright if you think that's best. First though unless somebody has a better idea Sepia made friends with some guys that hang out at a local cafe and I was thinking of stopping by there to see if they know anything. Any better ideas?" She asked the group not expecting anything more. She looked at her yellow clothing and vibrant red scarf, guess she would be hard pressed to blend in with anyone. Eh, points for style right? Besides, people would want to avoid them if they looked like a gang or group of detectives or something. Given no other suggestions she would head off towards the Cat Nap, checking her map every so often.
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Abel Fulgurate


In a sudden fit of genius, Abel discerned the exact purpose of the earplugs the moment Sapphire handed them to him. Actually, since the first time the Siren's mention crossed his ears, he'd hurried to use his scroll to look up any available information on the Grimm in question, so by now he hosted a pretty clear idea of what the sound-oriented monsters could do. The abilities he read about chilled him ever so slightly; if everything that shone on the little screen before him constituted hard fact, the Sirens could not only sing to entice but also mimic human voices perfectly. Holding the earplugs in his hands, and bereft of any worry that the girl's earbuds might be too small, he resolved to not allow the team to split up.

When thrust into a position to actually enforce this, just a few moments later, Abel tripped over his tongue. The news of Sapphire's aquaphobia struck him as a major problem, of course, but only did her relegation of the guardian to backup leader truly floor him. Never in his life had Abel either been explicitly given or wanted to take a position of great responsibility. After all, his strength was his strong suit. In the realms of quick thinking, adaptability, planning, and coordination, practically anyone was more fit than he in his mind. Furthermore, it seemed that by doing this, Sapphire neglected to consider an aspect of his fighting style that a maritime mission would utterly flummox. He listened sagely to Gren's reply, nodding along for the most part but inwardly making a list of things to raise objection to—it was important to have one's thoughts in order.

Once the orc finished, Abel drained his tea, folded his arms and commenced responding. “Yeah. Sight'll be real important if we can't hear.” Despite the guardian's lack of enthusiasm for a leadership role, he seemingly let slip the caveat that Sapphire needed to be incapacitated first before he start fulfilling it. Holding a finger to his chin in the very image of inspiring contemplation, he continued, “From the pictures I saw when I looked it up, the thing looks like a big slug with a bunch of different horns on its head. If anything, it's as sluggish in water as on land, and sound travels better through air, right? Might not even have to swim. Which, uh, would be good, because there's a couple issues with me and water. I'm a good swimmer, but in full clothes and this armor, not as much, and then there's my semblance. Surge has, like, two modes: finesse, and ka-blam. One won't do anything, the other will fry everything in a fifty-foot radius in water, us too. Plus...wouldn't it really suck to try and open my eyes in salt water? Hm. Funny that the cat's the best with water, huh?” His eyes went wide. “Wait, that's not racist, is it?”

When Swansong arrived, Abel silently followed everyone else, paying a rapt and near-military attention to Captain McDougall. His patient ear absorbed every tidbit of exposition the sheriff could offer. At the end, the guardian gave a respectful nod and declared, “Yes, sir. We'll keep in touch.” For the second time that day, Abel crossed his arms and entered the realm of deep thought. “A cave. Well, we know where to start.” He cast an azure glance at Gren. “I dunno if we need to talk to the locals. If there were any big Grimm around, the sheriff would already know. The old lady never even saw the thing. Seems simple to me: go to cave, find thing, fillet thing.” An epitome washed over him, and Abel stepped back, drawing a curtain of impassiveness over whatever enthusiasm or involvement his face held. “But, um, I'm not the actual leader. So whatever.”

Brewing Storm


Already, despite the only setbacks being an uncooperatively offline door terminal and the faint, fleeting suggestion of a discreet adversary, the atmosphere grew slowly but steadily more tense. By now, only a blithe fool might expect that the Outlands Distillery held anything remotely pleasant for them.

Off to the side of the complex's main entrance lay a smaller building adjoining the main lot, whose large and legible but clearly weather-corroded sign identified it as the vehicle depot. Of course, with the main trucks and other utility vehicles outside, one might image this particular structure to be holding something more important or delicate within. Vague outlines could be seen inside a breakable-looking window, and to an especially keen eye, there lurked the outlines of a localized generator within, just enough to get the depot's doors and lights working for a few minutes.

Of course, Amy's acute senses didn't have just a murky interior to concentrate on. A persistent tapping stimulated her hearing, though its source turned out to be annoyingly hard to pinpoint—at first it seemed as if it came from above, then from an all-terrain truck parked near the giant garage door, then the tank resting against the distillery's exterior. Every so often, in fact, it might even appear as if several of these places emanated the tapping simultaneously, if she wasn't too busy playfully bantering with Lucas, at least.

A lucky minute later, the car battery lay on top of the terminal, conjoined to it by a mercifully all-purpose capable, and power flowed through the immediate system. While not nearly enough to budge the massive door, the setup -as engineered by Cian and Lorena- worked admirably to unseal the normal entrance. With this task complete, the terminal no longer posed as an object of interesting. That is, until a buzzing noise came from the inlaid microphone, punctuated by the flash of a very pressable 'answer' button just beside it. Either the ladies' work with the system left its communication feature malfunctioning, or someone was trying to contact the Beacon teams.

Defend the Caravan


Unequivocally focused on obliterating the caravan vehicle, the Death Stalker did not at all anticipate an attack from above, particularly one aimed at one of its two visible weak points. A shrill, bloodcurdling squeal filled the air as four of the monster's red eyes burst like water balloons, scattering viscous blood and an inky black fluid across its immaculate white mask. Instinctively reacting to the incoming threat, the scorpion aimed its stinger at Sterling, who -unable to change direction midair- faced an abrupt and most likely traumatic skewering. Before the stinger could even come close to piercing the senior's ego, however, Estellise fell like a bladed comet onto its back, driving her blade into the gap between mask and carapace with tremendous force. The Death Stalker croaked and lashed its tail wildly, clearly dying.

The less reactive members of team Jessant, unfortunately, fared less admirably than their comrades. The Tutankhamen standing atop the caravan vehicle, distracted from its prey by the noise and wind disturbances of the airship, looked up to see Jorie falling just a little too close. Snarling, it held still for a moment before launching into a vicious spin, its tail mere miliseconds away from batting the poor faunus across the wasteland. Sarina, meanwhile, fell afoul of a rogue air current and drifted away from the group. Rather than in a position to immediately start defending the caravan, she plopped right into a quintet of Nightmares, all equally eager to cave her internal organs in with merciless, rock-hard hooves.
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Amaranth Desire, Brewing Storm: Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping...

About to respond to Lucas, Amy suddenly paused and held up her hand, ears straining-- A clatter as the Fury's left arm fanned out into a shield, Amy's feathers standing up slightly as she faced the environment around them. She hadn't released her weapon yet, no, and her voice was calm when she spoke even as her eyes searched for any sign of movement from their surroundings.

"Uh, Cap? I know you're busy with the door and all, but there's some kinda thumping coming from... A lot of places around here. Very quiet thumping."

Just then, the "phone" started buzzing. "Are you going to answer?"
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Kiran Ali Khan - Greeting the New Recruit

For the hunter known as Kiran Ali Khan, today was a day fraught with mixed emotions. On the one hand, today was the day Naoko had departed from Beacon, off to join in a new adventure as a part of the Senior Cultural Exchange program. An adventure that Kiran and the rest of the team, unfortunately could not join him on. Seeing his teammate, his friend, his brother of the past 4 years off, had been a somber affair. But they all knew that the Naoko's upcoming journey was for the best, after all, new lands promised new growth and new adventure. As his friend, leader and fellow hunter, Kiran knew he had no right to try and restrain the lad for his own selfish desires. So instead he saw his teammate off with a smile, and a parting joke about their upcoming Smash rematch. They would meet again, and when they did it would be after another year of growth.

Kiran looked forward to seeing the results.

Now however, Kiran was off another mission. In contrast to the somber mood of the morning, this particular event was fraught with anticipation and excitement. Naoko's exchange student was due to arrive by airship any moment now and Kiran looked forward to meeting a new friend. After all, when life closes a window, it opens up a new door, and the opportunity to embrace that new path greatly fascinated Kiran. He was a hunter after all, adapting and making the most one's current situation was an integral part of the job.

The profile Ozpin had sent to Kiran's scroll was definitely intriguing. Evidently she had a similar skill set as their team's resident pretty boy, albeit thankfully she had far less of an inclination towards fire. Heaven knows they could ill afford to cause even greater collateral damage. Glynda was still angry about the arena, which was merely compounded on top of her anger at the stray Goliath mission. Suffice to say, KNVS wasn't in the greatest position when it came towards leniency towards collateral damage.

Other than her weapons and the fighting reports, Kiran had little else to base his expectations on. In particular he completely lacked knowledge on how their new teammate conducted herself. Still, he supposed that was for the best, one should also reserve any judgement and impressions until all the facts have become clear. Jumping to conclusions about his new teammate before she even arrived was poor form and bound to only lead towards greater misfortune.

Interrupting the hunter's thoughts, the airship finally touched down. From the moment the doors opened, Kiran's eyes started scanning the departing crowd, searching for the huntress whose picture was pulled upon his scroll. It didn't take long for him to spot her abnormally messy hair, even if she was rather short.

After his new teammate had separated from the crowd, Kiran rapidly closed the distance before offering out a hand in greeting. "Miss Noëlle Chrysos correct? Pleasure to meet you, my name is Kiran Ali Khan. I am one of your new teammates and the leader of team KNVS. Unfortunately, as much as I'd love to sit down and spend the time to make your acquaintance, I'm afraid we'll have to rush things a bit. We're currently in the process of departing on our newest mission, so we don't really have much in the way of time to converse. I'm truly sorry."

Kiran explained as an apology, before gesturing in the direction of another airship. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you would join us. I've always found the heat of battle to be a rather informative time to learn more about one another. You can leave your bags on the ship for now, we'll be flying back on the same ship, and feel free to take it easy on your first day, I understand that jet lag can be rather debilitating."

"So," Kiran began, "What do you say? Our other two teammates, Varius and Taidan, are currently waiting for us. How does jumping straight into the action sound?"
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Luke Schwarz -- At a Crossroads


Answer.
Answer.
Answer.

Those don't flash, unless...

He grimaced quietly, eyeing the flashing as his mind ran through the short, short list of implications it could come up with. In effect, one. Someone within the facility was trying to establish communication with the outside, and they couldn't be Grimm. No Grimm were so intelligent as to come up with a "plan" in the first place, right? Let alone one that required such abstract thought as baiting Hunters in with explicitly Human-made system. While undoubtedly something based off Nightmarish-looking things like Anglerfish or sinister folklore such as Will o' Wisps was out there, nothing that understood distress signals!

And then there was that thumping Amy mentioned...

Morse code?


He strained his ears to no avail, only getting close enough to get a passing feeling that something was just out of the range he could hear. Meaning, nothing concrete enough to work off of. Possibly only a placebo effect. Not trustworthy in these situations.

"That light has to be someone calling for help, right? Shouldn't we answer it?" he asked in a low murmur, mindful of the Hawk Faunus's heightened senses even as he scanned a particular section of the right of the group.

While he wasn't the Leader of either team, and arguably had some of the least authority here, he still couldn't help but give his two cents, even if they were in the more palatable form of a question as opposed to a direct statement. Not wanting to overstep his bounds, however, he held his tongue beyond that until further notice.
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Noëlle Chrysos


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Attention all passengers, we will soon be landing at our destination: Beacon Academy.

"Ugh ... Huh? Already?"

To many passengers of the airship, the trip would have been at the minimum long and uneventful, to some a living hell. It wasn't uncommon to have people struggle to sleep in turbulence packed vehicles along with the inevitable noise coming from the craft's engines. This wasn't the case for Noëlle, from the moment the ship had hit the clouds she had fallen fast asleep for a well deserved nap. The blonde newcomer was swiftly awaken by the pilot's announcement only because of her headset being directly jacked to the airship's network, but with everything on mute with the exception of important messages from the crew. As easy as sleeping was for her, waking up was a whole other dimension. As the ship landed she hadn't even prepared to get off, taking action only when most of the passengers were debarking.

Once the lazy huntress had found the courage after rubbing her tired eyes to pick up her only duffel bag over her shoulder and follow the flock of people. But before she'd expose herself to Beacon's reputable atmosphere, she'd make a quick pause at the ship's bar service. Placing a bill on the counter, she didn't pause for a second to choose between the various options.

"One chocolate, please."

She'd say with a groggy and unmotivated voice. The barman paid no attention to her expression and served her quickly enough for her to let him keep the change. With now a fast food milkshake cup in her hand, she was one of the last people to step out of the aircraft, much to Kiran's misfortune. Truthfully, she didn't know what her teammates looked like. Noëlle was convinced that Haven had forgotten to give her that part of the file, but chances were she had misplaced it in her conglomerate of junk scattered all around her previous dorm. She did remember their names, though, which was a plus. It'd mostly be thanks to Kiran's proactive behavior to her regard that she wouldn't end up like an idiot, lost in the docking terminal. Not that she'd care that much, someone would eventually cater to her anyway.

When the KNVS leader would catch a first glimpse of her, he'd more than likely get an idea of what kind of person she was. In her case, appearance weren't really deceiving, but maybe Kiran was too good of a man to judge her based on that. Her hair was indeed messy, she hadn't even bothered to even make her trademark side ponytail, letting her long set of hair run wild. Her facial expression still looked like she crawled out of her behind with only eyeliner to give minimal presentation value. Her attire was somewhat correct otherwise, despite it being Haven's uniform instead of Beacon's of something casual. In her defense, she hadn't received any set of clothes yet. Her old colleagues encouraged her to be "Natural" with her new friends, so she could be integrated better. She took respected that idea to the letter.

When Kiran would approach her, she'd notice the much taller, turban wearing male from the get-go, concluding that he was likely the one to greet her. With their first contact, she'd be noticeably lacking in any form of anxiety or stress. She could be the confident type, but her half-opened eyes and rather passive non-verbal communication expressed something else. When presented with a hand to shake, she'd first look up at the man dwarfing her in size, before actually shaking it with her free hand. She couldn't help but constantly derive her stare at the bizarre turban he was wearing. She found it cool.

"Yep, that's me. So you're boss-man of the group? I like your name, by the way."

Noëlle would reply and inquire as Kiran introduced himself. Her voice made it clear that she wasn't fully active, and the subtle but visible from up close face marks made it clear she had just woken up. The leader of the team could easily articulate his long justification for bringing her on a mission at the very first moments she'd set foot on Beacon's land. She'd take occasional sips and nod to his explanation, anticipating that she'd be asked the obvious.

Heat of the battle, huh? The heat of a fireplace and a couch would be just as good ...

She thought to herself, somewhat grumpy that she'd actually have to do any form of effort after just coming out of a plane ride. She didn't express any of it, however, as much as she was for exposing her thoughts. It was her job after all, to complete missions, and make a decent impression to the team without being "unnatural".

"Hmmm, if you get a lady another one of these, I won't make a fuss."

She'd jokingly reply to his question whether she was okay with this, shaking her half filled milkshake bottle when she expressed her little catch for agreeing. He didn't have to, but she did want to make sure he wasn't one of those bores that couldn't be just a little laid back.

"So ..."

With the same bottle she shook around, she'd then point the straw toward the airship he had pointed to earlier.

"This way, right? And I guess I can just call you Kiran? Though Khan does sound overwhelmingly cool too. So, can I get a little synopsis of how this mission will go? You know, so I can at least pretend to know what I'm doing when I meet the other dudes."

Another joke stacked in there with an innocent smirk as she walked over the direction she pointed at. This one being quite hard to take literally by even the most uptight, Goodwitch-level of people. She was clearly established as an efficient huntress and most likely knew what she was doing despite her mannerisms. Hopefully, they would be like her previous team at the core, but she also wished that they wouldn't remind her too much of them. She wanted a unique experience, to move on and maybe one day get through a week without internet.
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Cian Kuze -Crossroads of A Brewing Storm


"The answer button is flashing and I really don't think that we caused that to happen when opening the gate." Cian said as she looked around. Grimm was not smart enough to lay a trap this over the top where things would be this serious. "I honestly believe that someone is trying to contact us if we go by the flashes that can be interpreted as morse code. So what is the plan of action we can press the button that most people would say not to push. Or we can ignore the flashing that is probably morse code and potentially leave a survivor behind I am not going to allow something like that to happen though so what is your take on the events at hand?" Cian asked as she looked at the people gathered this was serious or for her it was there was a potential survivor alive so her honest opinion was to press the answer button to see if it was a mistake or someone is trying to contact them. Either way time was ticking by and that probably wasn't a good thing.
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Luke Schwarz -- Semantics


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"I don't think the flashing's what we can interpret as Morse Code here." he responded, bemusement evident in his hushed tone. "Rather, if anything was, it'd have to be the tapping."

The flashing light was almost certainly a regular interval to catch the eye, anyway, and there was much less reason to suspect the flashing of an answer button, of all things, to be in Morse. Why waste the time when the people on the other end could just pick up? It wasn't a concept that made sense to him.

Then again, neither did half of the things he had now learned over the course of one week, but he digressed. Focusing purely on the topic at hand, he found such a situation to be extremely unlikely. However, the general gist of her message, those details aside, was one he agreed with: The button had to have been flashing because someone from the inside was making a cry for help, a cry that they as hunters, as good people, couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to.

"But, yeah. I think that means there are people trapped inside we need to save."

A little firmer this time.




Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan (and teammates)


"Thanks, babe!" called the Atlesian bruiser as he hit the vehicle feet-first, Aura's natural protection dampening the shock and allowing him to whirl about-face, just in time to notice that, oh shit, two of his teammates were in a bad way!

Luckily, that's what he was here for.

Silvery wrist joint disconnecting, his hand hung in that familiar downward position as instinct guided his aim. Loaded with rounds of Fire Dust, the twenty-something looked to make an impression upon the Tutankhamen's back.

THOOOM!

And so, he delivered, barking an order suggestion at his other Faunus teammate over both his shoulder and the rushing wind, even as the massive incendiary round sailed downrange.

"ESTELLE, GRAB SARINA!"
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Kiran Ali Khan - Package Secure, En route to Rendezvous Point


Kiran was not one to judge so readily, for while the initial encounter pointed towards a lethargic and lazy being, one with little care in the way of her personal appearance or indeed the impressions she gave off, Kiran refrained from jumping the gun on any potential assumptions. Engaging in such an act would be highly disrespectful of his new teammate's potential character, and Kiran always strove to ensure respect. Thus for the time being, Kiran simply filed away his observations to await a later date when he had acquired all the pieces of the puzzle.

Yet despite his silent observations, Kiran did not miss a beat in the conversation, replying with a gentle smile to Noelle's first remark. "I appreciate the compliment, I'm quite grateful to my name as well. One of the many things my parents did well, and yes I am the 'boss-man' of the group." During his reply, and indeed his lengthy explanation in general, Kiran couldn't help but take note of his teammate's frequent glances at his turban.

Then again, I suppose visitors from Haven don't have the opportunity to see those of with blood from Vacuo all that frequently. It's no surprise that she's a little curious.

It was Noelle's humble request at the end of his explanation that served to elicit a slight chuckle from Kiran. If the huntress simply wanted a refill then it was his job as team leader to oblige, "I suppose it's only fair I grab you a drink, I am the one robbing you of rest after a no doubt tiring flight, I'm sure fighting was the last thing you desired on arrival. Thus if a drinks all you require, I'll be happy to oblige. After the mission, drinks are on me."

"Oh and Kiran is fine," the sword-wielding Hunter responded with a hearty grin, as the two made their way towards the airship, "But if you'd rather call me Khan that's fine too, I'm not particular. Oh and the mission is a fairly straight forward one: Spider Grimm, Ozpin wants us to sneak in and simply subdue the beast. Unfortunately, knowing us, Taidan will probably setting the whole place on a fire and the Grimm will probably be chopped up into a thousand little pieces."

Once more a slight chuckle escaped Kiran's lips, "You'll quickly learn that stealth and Team Canvas don't exactly go hand in hand. Just like Taidan and restraint do not mix. If you've got any further questions don't hesitate to ask, and yes," Kiran appended without missing a beat, "I am aware that I talk far too much."
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