Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Plank Sinatra
Raw
Avatar of Plank Sinatra

Plank Sinatra the reaper won't come when you're ready for him

Member Seen 6 days ago

Lauren Negasi


Oh fuck.


As soon as they'd all had the span of a single breath to register what they were looking at when Ben threw open the freezer door, Lauren and the captain had moved forward to each pick up one of the frozen survivors and bring them out to the center of the cafeteria, where the other half of their team stood. Lauren had taken the one who had been pounding on the door, and she aimed him her best reassuring smile (for all the good it would do through frost-encrusted eyes) and whispered reassurances in his ear as she walked.

"It's okay, fam. We're from Beacon," she said gently, setting him down alongside his friend and crouching. What happened to this place? What were you doing in the freezer? What happened to this place? What HAPPENED to this place? were the barrage of questions bursting to come out from her chest, but she put that on hold for a second and looked to her teammates.

"Ben, you need to get Jack on the Batphone. Tell him that we've found people in the cafeteria. Desire, Sangue, you guys should start getting the frozen clothes off of them. This place is a cafeteria, so it's got to have ovens. Microwaves. Pitchers for water. Aprons, gloves, fucking hairnets even. I'm gonna go look in the back. You guys? Stay alive. We're getting you outta here."

...

"...Er. After your all clear, Cap."

"What she said. Good plan, Negasi." Ben might normally have made a quip about authority, but this wasn't the time. And the faint frown on his face while he reached for the radio showed it.

With a quick smile, Lauren was off to the races by the time Ben had even started to drawl her name. BASL's resident brawler vaulted over the buffet line towards that unholy fiefdom so often ruled by scowling lunch ladies, and began scouring for the kitchen's heat sources.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Onarax
Raw
Avatar of Onarax

Onarax Sleepy

Member Seen 1 yr ago

Kiran Ali Khan

"Didn't we just have a discussion on collateral Taidan?" Came the answer from KNVS' leader, as the young Hunter surveyed the area around him. Not having signal was mildly troublesome, mostly from a communications standpoint, but for Kiran it had minimal impact on his overall performance. After all, what kind of Hunter couldn't even track down his prey? The broodling paths were the obvious indicator that they were close, and where those paths met was where they would find the nest. It brought to Kiran's mind an old saying from his village, When spider webs unite, they can tie up a lion.

Now it was time to test its validity.

"Alright," Kiran began, as he turned to face the rest of his team and give them his decision, "while normally I'd opt for a quick and efficient attack. After all the sooner we finish, the sooner we get to play smash. But, today we have the honour of illustrating to Miss Noelle how Beacon's finest accomplish their missions." Kiran explained, as he gestured to Noelle, "In addition I wish to allow for our new teammate to better assess our abilities to determine where she might fit in on the team. As such I suggest that until we reach the nest, Varius, Taidan and myself shall alternate between taking point on the assault. This way, while we face relatively weaker Grimm, Miss Noelle will able to assess each of us on our individual merit to understand how she might assist them on future missions. The rest of us will merely provide the point guard with support in the event of an enemy getting too close."

"However," this time the swordsman's tone carried a weight his earlier remarks lacked, "should we encounter more dangerous enemies, I want whoever is on point to pull back and allow us to take down the foe as a team. After all there is little merit in being reckless or overconfident. With that understood, who wishes to showcase their skills first?"
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Crimmy
Raw
Avatar of Crimmy

Crimmy Oi brat, what're ye using that noggin for?

Member Seen 6 yrs ago

Gratia Mindaro - A Friend in Need

Her first impressions had not been mistaken. Gratia's onyx gaze lingered for the barest of seconds upon the fallen body of the thug that had escorted her here, at the blue tinge spreading across the man's terrified face. It was cruel, ruthless ... an act utterly devoid of anything that could be construed as mercy. The Dodici scion had found offense in his subordinate's words, and thus had attacked. That was all it took. A single blow to the throat.

A light tingle travelled up her spine, its source where her newest ... employer ... had pushed her aside.

He was dangerous. A wild animal. Almost inhuman.

She couldn't pull any bullshit, not when her mission was on the line. Sonny Dodici was proving himself to be somebody she could not afford to cross.

Not yet, anyway.

The Mistralese huntswoman nodded dutifully, as was expected of her now in this façade she had placed herself in. She tensed suddenly as the assistant woman (Marissa. She would remember the name and face.) pressed a hand against her back, forcing her away from Sonny Dodici. So she was being guided as well, then. How irksome. Her expression was composed, growing more icy. It was such an annoyance, but it was for the sake of the mission. Nuit's safety was to be confirmed.

The rest of the team would need to do the same for themselves as well, if the fading orders of the Dodici scion were any indication. They were fools, but they would be able to survive. Not even the goat-fucker could fall to these horrid lowlifes.

Gratia stepped into the elevator.

...

...

...

Those cries were not her responsibility.

She followed after Marissa, leaving the noise behind.

Ça serait ... un peu ennuyeux.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Ayazi
Raw
Avatar of Ayazi

Ayazi

Member Seen 7 mos ago

Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Zephyr

Her first impressions upon the old man suspicion, caution. Zephyr was onto them as god knows what is happening to Gratia right in the heart of the enemies’ fortress. Like her usual self…

“Um, hello sir” Vega said with a bit of anxiousness, “and no, we were here on business but the bank is closed, we will just be on our way.”

--

Sarina Tala Dei – Team ESS – (Failing) in Defending a Caravan

“Tsk” as Sarina made an angered, flustered grin. The fact that they had failed their mission was hitting Sarina much like before this didn’t compare to two years ago.. “Well at least no one is dead” Sarina had expressed slightly despondently. Of course it began to bring back horrible memories that Sarina quickly ignored and began walking alongside Sterling. Making that notable sigh of hers, “I could use some tea when I get back.”

She was not was prideful even though she had the intentions success. It was the others Grimm infinite number on this mission and their sole focus on the caravan. That was not it.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Krayzikk
Raw
Avatar of Krayzikk

Krayzikk The Snark Knight

Member Seen 2 mos ago

Benjamin Lloyd


@Lugubrious, @Sho Minazuki

The cafeteria was clear, for now. Benjamin wasn't optimistic enough to think they'd cleared the whole level, she he kept one tonfa in his left hand in case another group broke in while he was using the radio. His other hand pulled the radio off his belt and flicked it on, and once he heard the welcome static, he started speaking. "Jack, we've cleared the cafeteria. Found two survivors in the fridge. Hypothermia set in, team's getting them warmed up now. We'll sweep the rest of the residential level before we bring them back to the ship. How are things down there?"

After a beat, he pressed the transmit button again and added; "While we're at it... Goodwitch, did the company pass along the original crew roster? Want to try and account for as many people as possible."
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by madokana
Raw
Avatar of madokana

madokana Puella Magi

Member Seen 9 yrs ago

Cian Kuze


"So it would seem let us head out than." Cian said in agreement as she carefully followed behind Luke things was hopefully wrapping up at the rate this has been going a clear end or goal would be welcome. Though going by the screams it was practically granted that it was of the gentler sex meaning they were female, girls, ladies she could go on but at the moment she won't. This only helped but hasten her step she would not allow herself to just go at her normal slow pace when there was a chance people were in danger. "It also seems that they may be in danger so it might be best to hasten our step even if only somewhat. Though I may just be talking to a wall I do think hurrying our step would be beneficial not just for others but us as well the longer we stay the better chance for something to jump us in that given area." Cian stated somewhat quietly at the last part it was finally getting to her the atmosphere and the feeling of dread that seems to be settling it self in her bones. It was probably for the best if they hurried.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by HereComesTheSnow
Raw
Avatar of HereComesTheSnow

HereComesTheSnow dehydration expert

Member Seen 35 min ago

Luke Schwarz


"I agree," Luke stated as he worked. "We've been going about it too slowly. Every time we've tried to hash things out all the way..."

He swallowed, as if he could still feel the imprints of the Grimm's fingers upon his throat. It'd snuck up on him before Cian got her barrier up... and really scared him for a moment there. He'd been so distracted with dictating the plan that he hadn't gotten them all back in time, and probably very nearly paid the price for it.

It's a sobering thought.

Granted, my healing gives me leeway, but that still would have taken time—

To say nothing of Aura.


He was pretty sure a crushed larynx didn't suit him!

"...well, simply put, we've gotten jumped for it. And I'm not gonna hold any delusions about it— that's on me. I'm the one always calling for a time out." he admitted, a little ashamed.

"I'll quit holding us back. Faster we move, more help we can do, right?"
Hidden 9 yrs ago 9 yrs ago Post by NaraK
Raw
coGM

NaraK Blockbusted

Member Seen 2 yrs ago


Brewing Storm


Sangue took a deep breath as she sheathed her blade, though she kept one hand on the handle in the case that something decided to attack them. A look of concern flashed over her as she noticed that two survivors had been holding out in a freezer... She had her doubts on whether the survivors knew how to open the refrigerator from the inside, but then again, there were clusters of Grimm around the area. If she had been unable to fight, throwing her own life away or attempting to live a little longer would be the only options available.

And as much as hiding did not appeal to her all that much, she knew that the logical course of actions would instinctively fall into the latter.

Lauren told her and Amaranth to remove the frozen clothing off of the men. Sangue nodded, determined to do any task given to her to the best of her abilities.

Yet, she had no idea how to ask someone to take their clothes off. As dire as the situation was, the fact that she could not come up with the proper words quickly was becoming just as dire.

So she decided to believe in the "Just do it" aspect of Team BASL.

"Amy," Sangue told Amaranth with a somewhat hesitant look. "You deal with... that man. I'll deal with... this man."

Turning to the freezing man in front of her, the woman regained her composure and filled herself with only motivation to help him.

"Hello," she said with a serious look as she turned to one of the men. "I... will be stripping you."

And strip the man she did, as awkward as the entire thing sounded without context. As soon as she got most of the frozen clothes off, Sangue reached for her kimono and yanked it off roughly, the wrap around her waist falling on the ground as her clothes loosened. In her defense, she still had her sarashi covering a fair amount of skin, so she had no reason to feel indecent.

Not that she cared about looking indecent in the middle of a mission. She probably had no idea what indecency meant to most people anyway.

The woman wrapped the man with her clothes as she awkwardly pressed a hand to the man's chest gently. "I will be providing... uh... body warmth," she explained with a monotone voice, though the lack of an idle expression showed a bit of her nervousness. She looked up to see if Lauren was ready to bring in things that could heat up the poor men.
1x Laugh Laugh
Hidden 9 yrs ago 9 yrs ago Post by Write
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Write

Write Currently Writing

Member Seen 6 mos ago

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend


Marissa lead Gratia Mindaro Fiordilatte out of the elevator and towards what seemed to be an office area. Many people were working quickly at desks, there seemed to be one woman overseeing them. She was wearing a pencil skirt, white semi-transparent nylons and a button up shirt that seemed intent on not using its namesake. Strangely, she seemed to be the one leering at those around her – not the other way around. As she noticed Gratia and Marissa she took note of it. Walking through one of the aisle’s of cubicles slapping one woman’s ass as she walked by and finally landing at Marissa’s feet, demanding a high five – which Marissa dutifully gave.

Marissa nodded at Gratia and looked towards her superior. “I’m going to go back downstairs and join Barty, this is Gratia Fiordilatte – she’s been hired to transport the goods.” Marissa gave Gratia one last gaze of affirmation before turning to leave.

The superior responded passionately. “You look good, Marissa.” As she was leaving the girl seemed to think of another annoying thing to shout. “Yeah, goods, because that bitch is fiiine.”

The girl stretched out her hands, seemingly waiting for Gratia to give her a hug before she simply took one, it was short albeit uncomfortable. “I’m Vitoria Dodici, I’ll be going with you, gotta make sure you don’t get any smart ideas and steal our prize hen for yourself.” She said with a piercing laugh.

Vitoria led Gratia into a secluded area of the office spaces. Gratia’s careful examination of her surroundings revealed that the tile floor was muddied in this hallway, it seemed like many people had come and gone compared to the rather enclosed office space Marissa had introduced the two in. They reached a pale tile door, within said door, Gratia could hear labored breathing, labored enough to be heard through a door. Vitoria turned to her guest like a tour guide, with a tour guide-like smile to boot.

“Don’t worry, it’s not quite time enough for anybody to be having some real fun in there.” Vitoria said covering her mouth feigning disgust. “She’s just been through a whole lot.” Vitoria said in that Vitoria brand of sarcastic worry. She opened the doors and Gratia walked inside, she was met by an old friend.

Bianca Nuit


Bianca was literally and figuratively stripped of everything that Gratia would recognize her by. Gone, were the usual designer shoes and frilly dresses. Instead she found herself suspended by her wings arms at her side wincing in pain at the slightest breeze. She felt devoid of life, devoid of what she was, the men who had took her thought she was a thing - and now she did too. She looked at Gratia and her eyes began to leak tears, but she did not blink. She winced as she hung her head in shame.

Her head sinking towards the ground, wings outstretched, arms too Bianca’s lips seemed to move – mouthing words. It was hard to tell, even Vitoria was trying to see what the girl was saying, leaning down. The only noise that escaped was a small, stuttered inhale, and the sound of her tears connecting with the concrete. As Gratia’s eyes glanced down towards where the tears made their impact, she noticed a disconcertingly large pile of feathers. It was only then that Gratia noticed that Bianca had perhaps a mere half of her glorious feathers still attached to her once radiant wings.

"I'm sorry." She said, trying to speak again - words reaching barely a whisper

Bianca’s fall was complete in every sense of the word.

“Eh, dumb bitch is broken I guess.” Vitoria said as if she was talking about a phone. “Pack her up, would you?” Vitoria said motioning towards Bianca with her left hand reaching her lower back with her right.

VGNB – Shit Hit’s the Fan

The man straightened up his tie and scoffed.

“Well that’s quite rude if I do say so myself.” He said underneath his breath unhappily. “If you would, allow me to tell you a story.”

He didn’t approach VGNB, but he sat down where had once stood – when he sat down the team would notice that he was quite tall, coming almost eye level with the students while sitting.

“I’ve had a couple children, I’m sure you’re surprised to hear this but old men like me actually have lives too.” He said pulling out a knife from inside his suit jacked that was latched to the side of his rib cage. He caressed the blade with his thumb, highlighting how sharp it is. “You see, each of my three children, they have their own unique problems.” The man said flipping the blade over to his other hand and continuing his caressing.

“You see, whereas yours might be refusing seniors their kind thoughts and a drink of water, theirs are a bit more general. One of my sons, he is very angry; at me, the world, himself it’s different every day. My daughter, she is very into connections – exactly the type no man wants for his daughter I might add. My other daughter is often times quite pragmatic, however she also follows suit with my other children in that she often times desires what others have, even if what she has is better.” The man said taking his spectacles off of his furrowed brow and retrieving a handkerchief from his breast pocket. “They tell me that I, am greedy. I of course told them that to be a successful businessman greed is quite necessary. But they don’t want to hear it, kids these days are all so anti-establishment.” The man said chortling to himself while he replaced the glasses.

“But I suppose I’m leaving you all in the dust. You see, what’s important is to find the things that can bring a family together.” He said, seemingly painfully getting up from his sitting position and resuming standing. “For you folks, it could be anything – Charades, painting, perhaps drinking a nice refreshing glass of water with kind older men could be your thing.” He said taking a very parental glare at Beryl. “For my family, it’s running this bank… Running a Faunus smuggling ring, and recognizing Huntsman when I see them – mostly, we also play charades though.”

The team realized he had drawn two more blades during his soliloquy. They were all very much gold, seemingly bending.

“I suppose It’s about time we begin, isn’t it?” He said dutifully and somewhat solemnly. He brandished his knives and made a charge for Beryl reaching his arm out in front of him blade pointed for her heart. He threw another one of his blades mid-stride at Napoli's thigh.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Silvan Haven
Raw
Avatar of Silvan Haven

Silvan Haven Interstellar Paladin

Member Seen 3 yrs ago

Beryl Harken- VNB- Its a Crazy Old Dude

Suspicions had started to form in Beryl's mind about halfway through the old man's spiel. By the time he was done she was convinced as to his identity and was ready when he acted.

"Demetri Dodici."

The name slipped from her lips as she lept back, one hand raised before her as she activated her semblance. Her eyes blazed as she clenched her hand with a vicious finality.

Suddenly the old man would feel every particle of water in his body pulled towards a central point. Namely, the center of his stomach.

This man and his organization had caused her friends and family too much suffering over the years for Beryl to have any plans of granting him a clean death.
Hidden 9 yrs ago 9 yrs ago Post by Crimmy
Raw
Avatar of Crimmy

Crimmy Oi brat, what're ye using that noggin for?

Member Seen 6 yrs ago

Gratia Mindaro - La Grande Terreur

Cold onyx met tearful, broken blue.
B
Gratia Mindaro studied the object before her.
I
Bianca wanted me to tell you, she's sorry.
B
Her gaze followed the length of the Faunus' body, studying the pained winces, strained movements, dark bruises upon pale white skin.
E
The dirty feathers.
R
The shame and despair.
E
She blinked. Once. Twice.
V
Her facial expression changed not a single iota.
I
It was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
N
"Understood."
U
A single word. Devoid of any emotion. As if she had become a harsh tundra.
M
Hidden 9 yrs ago 9 yrs ago Post by Sho Minazuki
Raw
Avatar of Sho Minazuki

Sho Minazuki P5 Hero

Member Seen 4 hrs ago

Jack Orpheus | Brewing Storm


"Yeah, we're in the clear for now... Let's move on quickly, sooner we can be as four the better", he said. The Grimm from earlier weren't too much of a challenge, though Luke was probably at the most risk during that fight, but such was the life of a tank. There seemed to be other avenues they could take too now that he can get a better chance to check, but they weren't important right now... For the time being he'll keep them in mind. The voices ahead were female as Luke had pointed out too.

"I'll have to ask you to take point again Luke, I'll make sure the area behind us is clear so we can bring these people to safety quickly", though before they got going, he got a transmission the radio. So they found two survivors up there huh...? He needed to report though.

"We've found possible survivors down here, we're about to check it out. I'll update once things are confirmed down here", he quickly reported.

Varius Gilver | Mission


"You have a point of letting Noelle here assess us, but seeing as she is joining us, we also have to assess her... Perhaps we'll make a basic formation and plan based on her skills. I'm sure she can quickly summarize what they are for us", to him this was more about the proper function of a team on a mission than it was a recruitment test. This was also a serious and proper mission anyways, not some training exercise, so they should utilize all they can to complete the mission.

"As for me, you would prefer me on second or later to go on point. The more time I have to concentrate the better", he said. He was referring to the unique way he controlled his aura. With it charged well enough, dispatching Grimm on a single-strike basis became easy, especially with his special blade.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by HereComesTheSnow
Raw
Avatar of HereComesTheSnow

HereComesTheSnow dehydration expert

Member Seen 35 min ago



Brewing Storm


"Works for me. Just as well too— we're in." Luke replied, yanking the door ajar with a mighty tug. Easier than he'd though it would be...

Would Dad be disappointed in me if he knew I managed to get through a door like this with no key?

Well, how it unlocked wasn't a matter of terribly great importance right now, he reasoned, especially since there were people on the other side that needed help. Firefighters never got charged with breaking and entering, right? It was the same principle here: Lives to be saved outweighed trespassing laws.

I'm pretty sure hearing screams is enough of a warrant, anyway.

That thought had a pretty strong note of finality to it. Steeling himself and with every sense on high alert, Luke stepped into the next room at a steady trot, leading the now much-more streamlined formation of JC_L.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Onarax
Raw
Avatar of Onarax

Onarax Sleepy

Member Seen 1 yr ago



Kickoff

A duelist is always watching. Always studying his opponent to be ready for the precise moment before the strike. For a duelist must always strive for the upperhand, and surprises are the quickest way for a duelist to lose their ground. It is after all, the duelist's job to focus on surprises as they take advantage of openings, to lose this skill is the same as losing the duel.

Thus the flying dagger was swiftly blocked by an even quicker parry as Napoli brought forth Arsene from behind his back. He had after all been strengthening his grip with each word spoken by the old man in front of him. His parry was quickly followed up by two quick steps indicative of a duelist that rapidly put him behind the elder man, with Mercutio ready in a guard stance. Of course there was one small problem, made readily apparent.

"Beryl."

The tone was far harsher than Napoli's generally jests, a hiss akin to the tone he had used when telling Gratia to be silent.

"Killing is off limits. He dies, and they'll have another reason to kill her. I don't want that blood on our hands, do I make myself clear?"

The air of finality once more persisted with Napoli's words, but at all times his eyes remained glued to the elder man currently focused on Beryl. And while he wouldn't admit it, even without the justification he'd given Beryl, killing anyone just didn't sit right with him. He didn't become a hunter after all to hunt other humans and faunus, he became one to protect a few. Killing just seemed unnecessary, despite the anger that was currently bottling up within the young Mistralian.

Yet his mind, ever sharp, was already focusing on the next step, namely as soon as Beryl gave her confirmation, he trusted that he could leave the rest in the hands of his two teammates. That would grant him the opportunity to proceed with the original plan of infiltrating the warehouse from the rear. After all, having a separate stream of intel about the building remained a major boon.
Hidden 9 yrs ago 9 yrs ago Post by Write
Raw
coGM
Avatar of Write

Write Currently Writing

Member Seen 6 mos ago

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend


Vitoria Dodici’s right hand came back up to meet her face, brandishing the reflective surface of a cold, sharp blade. She held it out, rather close to her face before gingerly licking it. She walked up to Bianca and stopped when she was a single foot away from the girl.

She glanced back to Gratia, pointing to her with the knife. “You know this bitch had the audacity to walk around in this city, the Dodici’s city, like she fucking owned it.” Vitoria snarled, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the blade almost desperately. She glanced downwards at the feathers on the ground and snarled. “These fucking Nuit’s, they named this one Bianca.” Every word that escaped Vitoria’s mouth was caustic. “We picked her up, because she was the weaker one, her sister would’ve been…” Vitoria trailed off, as if stopping herself from lending the Nuit family any nice words.

“It doesn’t matter now, what’s left of Bianca is not a Nuit.” She said turning back to the battered girl. She took Bianca’s chin in her left hand and made her look Vitoria right in the eyes. “You’ll be leaving now, I’ll come find you when you’re owner decides to put you up in some backwoods Vacuan whore house. It’s more then you deserve you ugly bitch.” Vitoria said giggling between words.

She dropped Bianca’s chin and gaze like dead weight and immediately spun the dagger in her hand, slashing the girl’s binds. She collapsed onto the ground and did not move.

“Grab the dumb bitch, we’ve got a truck waiting out back.” Vitoria said standing back up and turning to face Gratia. Gratia would be able to see, out of the corner of her eye, Bianca’s fists begin to ball up, fingers clenched inward towards her palm, a small trickle of blood flowing from the point of contact between the base of her hand and her uncut fingernails.

VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan


Demetrius chortled staring directly into his Faunus prey’s eyes. They bore a weight, a bloodthirsty density that would cause Beryl to feel a semblance of pressure in her own. They hardly blinked as Napoli ran, Demetrius could only assume for his life. He kept stride with Beryl’s leap backwards and upon reaching where she stood, gripped his blade slashing horizontally, aiming directly for her abdominal aorta, slashing out towards the Faunus’s kidney region.

“Now, now. I know my children call me greedy – but expecting one attack to finish your opponent, that’s just sinful.” Demetrius said his voice cackling clearly enjoying his time attempting to murder the Faunus – completely engulfed in his desire to cut truly.

Napoli Fiordilatte – Punch Line


Napoli managed to slip away from Demetrius – but he knew that, from the sounds of the fighting, he still had to rely on his team otherwise Demetrius would come after him. He made his way around the outside of the building before he was able to see a rather large warehouse located behind the Dodici bank. Between him and his goal was Sonny Dodici, on a phone and his assistant whom had just rejoined him. From the distance between Sonny and Napoli, it was difficult to hear what Sonny was saying.

“Get Vitoria… Alone with Bianca… Kill her. No… New kid… Tell you… The first time… going… Mr. Nuit.” Was all that was discernible to Napoli from the distance he currently occupied with Sonny. After finishing that sentence he hung up his phone and strode towards the doors leading back to the bank – leaving Napoli in the clear to infiltrate the warehouse, except for Marissa – Sonny’s assistant. Napoli could make out a piece of parchment she was stuffing into an envelope with a somewhat memorable insignia on it.

Estelle Sidos Heurassein – Defending Escaping the Wreckage of a Caravan


Estelle could tell that she was at fatally low levels of aura. She cursed underneath her breath and immediately followed Sterling’s lead, putting a hand on his shoulder to both rush him out of the canyon they shared with too many grim to count on two hands and to steady herself. As tasteless as Sterling’s joke was about dying at Beacon – he was right.

She knew that they were lucky. It didn’t help much. She tried to recall what had happened, she was utilizing a maneuver that was albeit new but not that debilitating for herself. And yet when faced with a situation in which her action was required in order to salvage the mission – all she could think about was Bianca. Back home, sipping a drink enjoying the cool breeze ruffling through her beautiful ivory feathers.

Estelle made a mental note – to write her sister when she arrived back at Beacon.
Hidden 9 yrs ago 9 yrs ago Post by Crimmy
Raw
Avatar of Crimmy

Crimmy Oi brat, what're ye using that noggin for?

Member Seen 6 yrs ago

Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend [LA GRANDE TERREUR]

Gratia complied.

She pulled off her chartreuse winter coat, exposing her jet-black turtleneck sweater to the open air. It was unfitting clothing for such weather, but she did not seem to mind a single bit. In fact, her expression hadn't changed at all. It was completely neutral, betraying none of her emotions or thoughts. There was nothing in her onyx gaze either.

Nothing.

The Mistralese huntress approached the mission objective's prone form, ignoring the wicked knife still in her newest employer's hands. She crouched down, spreading out her winter coat, and wrapped it around the Faunus. Gratia made no sounds except for a single grunt as she lifted up her newest cargo with remarkable ease, now tightly enclosed within the warmth of her garment.

That piece of cargo was now hugged closely to her woolen turtleneck. If the mission objective was capable of being aware of anything, it would be the dull, quiet thudding of the other Mistralese girl's heartbeat.

She watched Vitoria, waiting for the woman to lead her to the truck.

To make the delivery.
Hidden 9 yrs ago 9 yrs ago Post by Plank Sinatra
Raw
Avatar of Plank Sinatra

Plank Sinatra the reaper won't come when you're ready for him

Member Seen 6 days ago



Our plucky young token minority, currently segregated from the rest of her team and toiling in the kitchen, was having much more fun than many of her Beacon classmates would jest while reading that statement out of context.

The first place she had made a beeline for upon reaching the cafeteria were the large bread ovens. They would be impossible to drag over to the freezing survivors (at least, they would be if Lauren wanted them to work) but firing them up to 350 degrees and leaving aprons, gloves, and hairnets in front of the cracked ovens to get 'em nice and toasty. While the stove and clothes were heating up, Lauren began running around and checking faucets. There was no hot water left in the facility, but Lauren found two working microwaves that she could use to heat up a pitcher of water. She didn't find any glasses (capitalism is built on a foundation of milk cartons!) but she managed to find some bottled water - which was promptly dumped out so that the plastic bottles could be rinsed and filled with the microwave water.

DING!

Which was done!

Lauren came scurrying back from behind the buffet line with much less sex appeal than she'd had when she leapt over a minute prior. She was holding a pitcher and a bottle in each hand, working not to spill a drop of the warm water. Muffled commands of "hut one hut two hut one hut two" rang out through teeth that were clenched around a box of warm, dry clothes. She slowed herself to a halt and unlocked her jaw, dropping the box of clothes on the ground between Sangue and Amy. She set the water down after the provisions and stood--

OH DEAR LORD

"S-Sangue!"

SHE IS PURE!

...

"Good initiative, Sangue. Take an apron if you need one."

Ben...Luke...I'll never judge again.


Sparing just a second when the girls were distracted to jab at her eyes with two fingers, and then stab at Ben's threateningly, Lauren crouched down and began wriggling hairnets over the two men, ensuring no more heat could escape through their heads. Afterwards, she began expertly filling the bottles with water, feeling the plastic grow pliable and soft with heat.

At this point, she thought it would be safe to ask some questions.

"Can you hear me, guys? Do you mind telling me if you know anything about the Grimm?"
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Silvan Haven
Raw
Avatar of Silvan Haven

Silvan Haven Interstellar Paladin

Member Seen 3 yrs ago

Beryl Harken- VN- Its a Crazy Old Guy

No effect, why? His body is certainly not lackingbin water.

Theories ran through through the otter faunus' head as she landed. There was barely enough time for her to draw Stream before the mafia patriarch was on her.

With a grunt she blocked the lethal blow, giving ground slightly to reduce the force. If this had been a smaller space she would have been more reluctant to fall back. However, out in the street like this Beryl figured it would be pretty hard to get backed into a corner.

As it was she was being a wonderful distraction. Hopefully one that Vega would take advantage of.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Savato
Raw
Avatar of Savato

Savato Super Peace

Member Seen 3 yrs ago

Noëlle Chrysos


Team KNVS - Sticky Situations


@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy@Lucius Cypher@Onarax





The team was finally assembled, though Noëlle had barely noticed the unnerving silence for the distraction Taidan had offered with his epic solo with the Evermore was more than enough to get her attention. When such a scene was over, the blonde was treated to another noteworthy moment where the team's camaraderie was the most visible. Or at least Taidan's. Although not as epic, it truly confirmed the metrosexual boy's description by his leader. Before Kiran would impose his presence, Noëlle almost felt like the third wheel to what Varius and Taidan had going along, it was almost cute.

When team KNVS' leader took it upon himself to once again restrain the pyromaniac from doing anything erratic, some good news finally emerged. While sure it seemed to be the fun, not too bothersome alternative, Kiran thoroughly explained his reasoning and oddly enough, Noëlle was 100% with him on this one.

'Wait, this is great. I can do absolutely nothing and it'll still be mission complete. Yay for teamwork initiation.'

But then, Various added his own input into the mix, and at first Noëlle grimaced while she was out of his vision. The blonde understood his last reply as a way to have her actually do something requiring effort. Now defending herself was one thing, it'd be a lot more of a pain in the ass to have to recover from injury than move her bottom, but actively display her stuff? Luckily for her, she'd shake her head and get off her dram cloud to realize all he wanted was a quick explanation of her capabilities. Now she was relieved, albeit a little perplexed given that Kiran explicitly said they had some file on her. Then again, so did she on their case, but they didn't have to know that she forgot to check it, let alone bring it with her.

"Yeaaah. I'm cool with you guys showing your stuff, after all it's kind of my thing to be very observant."

With that said, she'd have her aura manifest a small, golden feather between her index and major thing on her left hand. Noëlle swiftly flung it toward Kiran. It was shot like a bullet, but from what she understood, he had read about her abilities prior to their meeting, so he'd be the least likely to react stupidly to it. Once touching Kiran, a purple eye would form wherever the feather hit, displaying her semblance for the first time within team KNVS.

"Also Taidan showed his stuff back there, so you're up Khan-man. I guess you can all see what I can do as we go along, no need for me to go in front or anything. Besides, I'm better at covering the behinds of the more clumsy."

She'd claim with the perpetual, tired look on her face accompanied with the lazy grin that displayed a complete lack of motivation. She didn't show her weapon yet, oddly enough, though perhaps one would notice a complete lack of any tool on her. Hopefully nobody would bother to ask her what she'd be packing, the least she could do was hype her weapon to make herself look cooler than she really is.
Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by Lazo
Raw
Avatar of Lazo

Lazo Lazy

Member Seen 4 yrs ago



↑ Top
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet