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Rites of Passage

I believe Autry's cabin is actually outside the city walls.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

E-gahds... Sorry everyone who was talking with KK but I've been horribly ill with the flu since last Thursday (it's tearing up Japan and I work in elementary schools where grubby little illness-ridden children constantly try to rub their grimy little hands all over my arms and face).

Willllllll get a post up in the morning!

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Quit ch'yer belly achin'. It's not that long!

Glad you could join us, Fatal Error!

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Dakin sighed in relief as he recognized Brisa's voice, one of the few children in the village he truly considered a friend. It wasn't that he didn't get along with any of the others but his training with Dorn was his whole life... everyday it was some new orison, some new meditation, some new exercise to train his mind and the list seemed to be never-ending, until now. His breath caught in his throat as he realized that Autry wasn't present and it quickly sank in just by glancing around at the downtrodden faces of the others kids that they all found themselves in the same situation as he did.

"I don't understand..." He muttered as he walked in, slowly sliding the bag from his shoulder while his head shook from side to side. "Is Autry not here? I just came from Dorn's cabin and I couldn't find him-" At that moment Atrus reappeared with a cry of pain and Dakin instinctively fell back into a defensive pose with the staff held before him. His hazel eyes blinked rapidly as he recognized the alchemist boy and he let the staff fall to his side. Before he could comment on the strange and alarming entrance, Brisa was ushering them into the other room where they might more comfortably discuss their situation.

The apprentice boy chose not to sit, doing so would make him more tense than he already was, and instead stood just inside the door with the staff at his side, butt-end resting on casually on the ground but knuckles tightened around the shaft. Its presence was calming, if only slightly, and he was fairly confident in his staff-fighting capabilities though he realized that the problem they currently faced would not be beaten away with a piece of wood. When Kaya introduced herself, Dakin had only listened to her play on two occasions when Dorn was otherwise indisposed, the man often stating that he simply wasn't 'that interested in music', and he had thought it quite impressive even without any other performances to compare it to.

When she had finished speaking of the vanishing of the townsfolk, Dakin lightly thumped the butt of his staff against the floor in a manner that Dorn had often used to get the attention of those around him. "I heard the town bells and... well then I woke up beneath a tree. I went straight to Dorn's cabin but... he wasn't there and I found no indication of where he's gone. Are you saying that everyone has just up and disappeared?" The words seemed preposterous even as they left his lips but it certainly seemed to be the case. "Brisa, what's going on?" He didn't know why he turned to her in that moment of fear and uncertainty but there had always been a 'take-charge' aspect about her, plus she was the only one he really considered more than a passing acquaintance.

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Sorry all, post from my end coming soon: been out with the flu the past few days.

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Still room for a few more! C'mon dooooooooooown!

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

Demous said
Smiling Sayuri nods, "That sound like a good plan to me. I just wanna grab my stuff before everyone starts rushing over there before the curfew," pulling out her phone she downloads a map before heading over towards the storage where their stuff was being held gesturing for Kalimay to follow, "Just be sure to save us spots if you get there first!"

Kalimay bounced lightly on her feet as the others discussed the 'plan', her large brown eyes too busy studying the myriad of students that passed by as they made their way around the campus. There were certainly some interesting characters, curious boys and girls who would make perfectly excellent friends as soon as KK had 'made their acquaintance'. This would take time, of course, but that was why she had four long years to become best friends with each and every one of them.

"Get-get-gettin' some freeeee food, some freeeee food!" She sang slightly off key while skipping beside Sayuri, watching the girl's long red hair sway in the breeze. "Your hair is soooo pretty! You should let me braid it! I'm really good at braiding hair!" To accent this point she whipped her own waist-length hair braid over her shoulder, nearly slapping a passing student in the face.

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Dakin watched Thovren walk off, one hand slowly rubbing the spot on his neck where the crossbow bolt had been pointed. "Well okay then..." He muttered, pushing himself to his feet and brushing a bit of the dirt from his shirt. "Dorn will know what's going on!" Without looking back he took off towards his adopted father's home, a small cabin built just outside the city walls and not too far from the Old Hag's abode. Pushing his way into the house he was greeted, not by the large smiling man he had expected but rather by gloomy silence. No candles shed light in the room and everything was cast in deep shadows, it was clear that Dorn was not present. There was no need to call out, the place was too small to require searching, and something about the oppressive nature of the silence made him fearful to willingly break it. He wanted to turn around and leave right then but he knew it would be unwise not to gather some supplies, just in case.

Dorn's traveling pack was hung on a peg beside the straw-beds set against one corner and Dakin quickly tossed in a few cloth-wrapped rations he found in a cabinet. There were a few small poultices on a shelf beside the window, a jagged piece of flint near the stove, and finally the boy's only spare set of clothes. It felt odd gathering things one might take on a trip but he had an overpowering sinking feeling that had not left since awakening beneath the old tree. As Dakin was heading for the door he spotted something curious on his adopted father's desk, large hand-bound book that he had never paid much attention too but that was now sitting open as if being recently examined. He carefully snatched it up, taking care not to tear anything, and brought it towards the window to catch what little he could of the evening light. His eyes widened at what he could make out; a book of maps, apparently acquired by his mentor over a long career of traveling. Several of them appeared to be hand-drawn by the man himself, and Dakin could make out several small notes and symbols used by Dorn, though the boy couldn't read them himself. He did know enough of the land to identify one or two maps of the area, the moors around the town and even over to the High Forest, but most of them were of places completely unfamiliar and mysterious. One particular parchment bore three particularly strange symbols; a flying snake with bared fangs, a dark-red circle filled with a twisting maze of black lines, and a distended shadowy humanoid figure with long finger and a long angular face; and seeing them made the boy uneasy.

After a short internal debate, Dakin slipped the book into his pack and fled from the cabin, choosing not to look back at its gloomy and lifeless exterior. His next stop would be Autry's cabin, which wasn't far from Dorn's place, because he knew that his mentor and the old hag went way back to the man's adventuring days. Perhaps she would know what was going on, if it was in fact her that he'd spotted on the road before falling asleep. Dakin's spirit swelled a bit when the shack came into view and he spotted a light on inside. Jogging up to the door, he thought of knocking but on hearing muffled voices he simply pushed the door open in his excitement. "Hello? Miss Autry?"

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Bleh, long week of work. I'll have a post up soooooon!

@Fatal Error 1337: Welcome! Regarding your questions...
No problem that you're a late comer. We've barely started interacting as a group as everyone has been 'getting their bearings' after suddenly waking up after the alarm bells sounded and finding everyone they've known and loved has vanished. There is no problem with you writing in as if you're just now leaving your hiding place, thereby assuming that you've been in/around the town the entire time (and for time previous to the event).
Regarding the lack of a proper paladin, remember that you're really not a paladin... Your character simply wants to become one in the future, they are striving towards it for one personal reason or another. This would mean they would likely be split-training with the town priest (who has thus far been unnamed, i believe) for all his holy needs and the militia captain, Serath Trannyth, for all his combat needs.
As for an answer to whether your character can join from somewhere else... I'll need to discuss with Asta and we'll get back to you!

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

Sorry y'all, been extra busy with work this week. Feel free to pull KK around if I'm holding anyone up!

Will try to get caught up/post tomorrow night.