Gamerdude369 Member

I'm interested. When I get some free time in the morning I will spitball some ideas. But I like the way this sounds.

Posted. God damn there are a lot of us. I mean that in a good way tho. I for one think that we should postpone the White Fang conversation until we can RP it in a classroom setting. No need to blow our load in the locker room, plus that gives us time to discuss or otherwise create an enemy faction. Unless we are just taking the actual characters from the show. At this point most of us a have a good idea about the other characters and more importantly, our team members. I'll be back in a few hours, I need to get some sleep.

Picking a locker close to Nahbi and Nico, Zedong just took the combination off of it. He didn't bother opening it, since he had no intentions of depositing anything. His supplies weren't numerous, just his quiver of arrows, spare cloths and his personal hygiene supplies. There were also a few things from home, mementos, as well as two dream catchers. One was his, the other belonged to his sister. There was no way he was going to be separated from those, he was not the superstitious type, but this was a strong personal belief. "Quite the opposite," Zee replied in turn to Nahbi regarding his change in profession. "Bigger game is always better. I don't know if you have ever..." Before he could get his point across, he like everyone else was drawn to the sudden sound of erupting flame. Several yards away he saw the source, and it definitely made him smile with some pride of home. Standing there was a Faunus that was a rare sight to behold, one covered in scales. Back home in the wilds his people were proud enough to live beside them, though small in number. He had not seen someone of that heritage since he arrived in the city, and had feared that they were rejected by the public. Seeing one at Beacon made him proud. That abruptly ended the conversation with Nahbi, as she had found something that was apparently captivating to her attention span. Zedong could not blame her. He and Nico followed her over. It was a little tough, as everyone was not focusing on the Reptile, but they managed to push their way through. "*That was so sick! Oh my gosh can you teach me how to do that?*" Blurted Nahbi, bringing out a deep laughter from Zedong's gut. "Count me out. Knowing me I'd mess it up so bad it would end up coming out the other end." The conversation they had stumbled into seemed to be a serious one. Not being terribly interested in politics and current events, Zedong didn't know much, but he had a vague idea of the White Fang, a Faunus civil right group turned terrorists, or so they were labeled. He could sympathies, sometimes talking doesn't get the attention it deserves, and action is the only road that leaders to results. As to what these actions are he didn't know, but it was understood that they were likely not socially acceptable. It also appeared that Nico was invested in this topic, since this was the first time he actually said more than one sentence in front of Zee. “Well spoken Nico. What we need is a bonfire, and lots of music and dancing. Nothing brings people together better than an old fashion pow-wow. Oh how I miss home.”

Her answer left something to be desired. It was true that Ozpin was retired, and Zee didn't know anything about his career. But there is something of a saying, there are a lot of hunters, there are a lot of old people, but there are not a lot of old hunters. Just like death is proof of conviction or weakness, life is either proof of dedication or cowardice. Getting old has its downfalls, but none could doubt his wisdom, Zedong would keep his words close. The only verbal reply he gave on the matter was a grunt. "Zedong Swarna," he returned the courtesy, "Aspiring Huntsman and professional hunter. Let’s just say that normal game doesn't give me any fulfillment anymore." Grabbing his spear he watched as the others made their way to the locker room, he followed as a formality. "Not sure I need a locker, I don't keep much with me."

Lost in thought Zee didn't notice the young lady approach until she was upon him. Giving her the once over, he noted several things about her including her style, choice of weapon, as well as the over sized hair clip resembling a butterfly. Most of all he noted her greeting, which said a lot about her character. Instead of greeting him properly, she decided to go with a more eccentric approach, drawing out her hello and mimicking his stance. Her playful nature was apparent, but he knew that even playful things could be scary when they had to be, after all, this was a school of combat. Returning his gaze to the stage he stood quiet for a few seconds. "Nooooootthing muuuuuuch," he replied, with a smirk. Moments latter another followed, a Faunus from the look of it. Out in the wild that made no difference, he thought everyone was equal so long as they pulled their weight. But two years in the city showed him that not all people thought that way. It didn't change him. It was harder to read the boy than it was the girl. His tone struck sour but the look in his eyes wasn't all that serious, distant even. "Well met," he greeted the Faunus. As he attempted to strike up a conversation the room fell silent as Ozpin took the mic, and Goodwitch soon after. "Quite the speech. Must have forgot his index cards in his office. Or he doesn't like us. What do you think?"

*"I'm heading to the main building for now. The principal's speech starts soon so I suggest you do the same,"* answered the man, clearly wishing to leave the conversation. Zedong didn't want to push the issue. Everyone does their own thing, and he got the answer he was looking for, and off to the main building he went. As he looked around he couldn't help but feel good. Everyone was going through a life changing event, and they all knew it. Feelings of pride were weaved into everyone's mind as the reality hit them that they had made it, that this was the start of the rest of their life. Zee could sympathize, even though not much was known about Grimm, he would walk out of here with more than he started with, as well as a reputation. It was then he realized that he needed to be careful how he acted. First impressions would go a long way, toward students and teachers alike. Then that would carry over into his career, and what jobs he could take. He never had to care about what people thought of him before, so he figured that would be the best course of action, do nothing. The main hall was quickly filling up. Most people trying to crowd to the front of the room to get a good look at the Principle, Ozpin, as well as whoever else would be speaking. Zedong decided to stay at the back of the room, leaning against the back wall, letting his weapon stand against it as well.

Real fast, the whole possession thing, is the host aware of it or are they just mindless, for lack of a better term? Also, does time pass equally in both worlds?

This was not natural. Monsters stealing children from their beds. People shrugging off mortal wounds. Taking down game ten times your size. Running up and down walls and ceilings. Throwing rocks that turned into water. These things made sense, this was the world Zedong grew up in, he never batted an eyelash at any of these. But being five thousand feet in the air in a tin box, that was unnatural. Its not like there was a choice, there was no walking to Beacon. He could have climbed the cliff, it would have taken him longer granted, but it would be natural. He made it a point to be the last one on, just so he could be the first one off, and that he did, collapsing on the first patch of grass he found. "I grew up playing with sticks. Why the heck would anyone need a flying box with a capacity of a couple hundred people," he asked aloud. The problem wasn't in his stomach, or his body for that fact, it was in his head. It was obvious that flying ships were safe, sturdy, and convenient, this he knew. Didn't change the fact that the man just didn't like it. After a while he composed himself. Standing up he grabbed his spear with both hands in rested it behind his head, across his shoulders. This was the other reason he got on last, though the first one mattered most. Most people had weapons that collapsed, making them easier to carry. Zedong's weapon did no such thing, and standing at twelve feet tall, that says a lot. Had hit someone on accident? He hadn't noticed, was never good in confined spaces, but with a world so big, why would he have to. Now himself again, he joined the other additions to Beacon in taking in the sights. The man had lived in the "civilized world" for two years before this and even now he still didn't quite understand it. Here was a place of learning. With experienced professors and staff, tomes of knowledge, boundaries, rules, training equipment, this place was made to help people advance their skills so they could dawn the title of Hunter or Huntress. In the past learning meant doing, hoping by the skin of your teeth that you did it in a way that you can try again. But this place would be different. If he made a mistake, no one would die, if he made a mistake, it was only a lesson learned. "Well," he said to no one, "kid gloves it is then." Looking around not knowing where to go, he noticed a student who stood near him on the ship, a man in a brown coat with a great sword on his back. More importantly, he was holding a map. "Whoa, mate," he called out hoping to get the mans attention. "Nice map. Any idea where we are supposed to go? Name's Zedong by the way."

I'm rather curious how this whole thing starts. Do we all know each other, even vaguely, or are we brought together for the first time? Is this a kind of reluctant situation like being sucked into the digital world, or do we go forth having chosen to take on the burden? Brainstorming that would be a good idea. As far as interaction, regardless of familiarity, Toma talks and acts shyly and awkward. You have to really try to get him to hold a conversation, then he will probably open up, if you can call it that. He will hopefully develop as the plot goes on, but at the start he won't go out of his way to talk to anyone.

This sounds like something I can really get into. I'll keep an eye out for the thread.