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NORSUN, ROST, and LILA


Nor growled as he looked through the mass of luggage, the airship having made a mess of the students belongings, the past few minutes having become increasingly frustrating as he dug through the pile. His brow was beginning to furrow, a vein on his temple pulsing visibly and he was getting ready to start throwing aside the offending cases. The sound of the of the door sliding open stopped him moments before he tossed the bag currently in his hands. He turned to see who had joined him, a groan escaping as he saw his guests, the tempo of his heart increasing.

Standing in the door way was a group of young men, the green haired boy from before had been joined by two boys obviously related, either brothers or close cousins, and what seemed to be a mountain of a human, the orange Mohawk atop his head standing more than a foot above Nor. The pair seemed to be pointing to Nor, the pair in the back pantomiming a smile with fingers as they snickered, the green haired one pushing the obvious leader towards him. Mohawk took a moment to check for any sort of authority here before caving in, a wicked grin on his face as he advanced on Nor. The shark Faunus doubt he had any good intentions.

Nor was tempted to let the bully actually start something. He'd needed something to let off steam, and if Mohawk was willing to make himself a target, Nor was happy to oblige. He'd already started idley fiddling with the handle of Jet Stream, a small hum seeming to emit from the weapon. He was stopped as he caught sight of a camera in the corner of the room, surely capturing every moment in the room. The last thing he'd need was to start his arrival with a threat of expulsion, if not a straight shot to it. With a soft growl , Nor turned sharply from the group, not really paying attention as he rushed from the room. He could hear the sounds of derisive laughter, a deep voice from behind calling after him, "C'mon, all we want is a smile buddy."

"Don't mind those guys," came a soft male voice "Jerks like that don't do well at Beacon." added a similar feminine one as a pair of cloaked figures seemed to materialize on either side of the doorway, each with a simple canvas pack slung over one shoulder. On the left, a girl with a somewhat odd hairpin, on the right a boy who, aside from the lock of a hairpin, was indistinguishable "He's Rost," hairpin says "She's Lila." finishes the boy
"Nice to meet you" they say together, each extending a hand.

Nor stared derisively at the pair, their words were obviously given in an attempt to calm him down, but at this point they simply served to irk him further, reminding him they were supposed take such attitudes as the norm, that any human had a free pass at Faunus. The pale Faunus brushed past between the pair, "Then maybe you two can let them know," he said through a voice tinged with indignant rage, rubbing his temple as it pounded, "seems likes something important they'd want to hear, but don't worry about what they say," he said, a layer of acid as he returned their advice.

"Guess he didn't hear about what happened last year." the boy whispers to his twin "must not have." she utters back, just loud enough to hear. "We've dealt with his kind before, it did not end well. For them." Lila says, looking over the shark faunus' shoulder at the muscle-bound boy with the orange mohawk "He looks way weaker than that guy was." they whisper in unison, sharing a devilish grin "Should we?" "Nah, dad would get mad at us." they banter back and forth, their attention starting to break somewhat

Nor rolled his eyes at the two, " I'm not exactly worried about him," as he looked back to the group from before. They eyed him from the window of the door back to the luggage room, but seemed to be content to watch now that he'd been joined by others, unwilling to go after a group. "But I suppose it's nice to know I've got my own guardian rodents watching my back," he said with a chuckle tinged with irritation, but was finding it hard to keep up the anger amongst these two now that the group seemed to be keeping to themselves. There flippant attitude was rather infectious. He turned back to the pair , the red from his face slowly dissipating, "So do you stereoscopic pair usually go around giving therapy sessions, or am I just lucky," he said as his voice took on a less hostile tone, though it was obvious he wasn't exactly enthused to have company.

"More often than you might think," Lila says, her brother turning away as his mouse ears perked up a bit "Usually to just one person, though." turning to peer across the crowded ship with Rost for a moment, "Speaking of which, have you seen a cute boy with really light hair around?" the masculine sibling asks, trying to spot their primary target

Nor smiled at question, although there was little visible change, seeing an opportunity placed so easily before him. He pointed past the pair to the viewing room he had recently left, "Not sure if it's the one your looking for, but saw a few people in there with light hair, though can't really attest whether or not they're cute," he said, hoping they'd take the bait. Seemed impossible to get a moment alone, though he supposed that wasn't too strange considering the small ship they were on.

"You'd definitely recognize our friend, he's pretty small for a boy. and definitely cute." Lila says, both of them blushing ever-so-slightly "You stay here, Rost, I'll go look for him." with that, the girl fades into the crowd, in the general direction of the viewing room

(Round 1)
While I have an idea for a solo post, if anyone wants to interact with Nor I more than open to it. We can have them meet on his way to check his luggage and what not.
This is a post to inform all players we will be continuing to round three in 6 hours. These announcements will be made every round now.

@KiltmanBagz@Madninja324@Against This, the following players have yet to place a post, and are requested to put one up soon. Thank you.
NOR, RUSS, and TIERRA


Nor sighed as he felt someone sit on couch with him, the new arrival rousting him from his memories, turning enough only to give her an exasperated standout of the corner of his cold eyes. The pallid Faunus knew she had seen his teeth by this point, but he'd never been a fan of encouraging people's morbid fascination and replaced his mask regardless."I suppose it might be," his voice sounding distant as it reverberated through the mask, seeing a rather thuggish green haired student leaving the area after giving Nor a rather disgusted look. "Unfortunately they seem to be leaving in hurry, maybe an allergy to fish," he continued as he studied the rather dourly clothed huntress, absent mindedly adjusting the edges of his mask to a more comfortable fit.

Russ cocked a brow to the shark faunus when he spoke. Odd, she hadn’t expected a response, let alone from him. It didn’t take him long to put the mask back on, guess he wasn’t as well-adjusted as she’d thought. Oh well, she couldn’t blame him.
When the grass-head left she shrugged. “Probably scared of your face,” she said flatly. “Pity’s on him though, I hear some allergies are deadly. Especially when they come armed.”
She kicked her feet up on the table, avoiding the sculpture and giving it one last look-over to make sure that it wasn’t in fact any kind of precious stone. “Pretty, you should open a business.”

Nor let out a somewhat harsh bark of laughter at that, picking up the statue and tossing it casually to his new acquaintance, the statue already starting to melt some. "Sounds like a plan, I can hang up Jetstream here, and get myself a nice little stand in Vale market selling ice statues of little girls."

She caught the statue only to be met with the feel of cool water. Make the best of the situation she figured. Holding it up over her head, she snatched a few drops to drink before setting it back down on the table. “maybe somewhere a bit colder," she said, and wiped her hands off on her cuirass.

Nor gave her an odd as she...drank his statue, smirking a bit at the strange girl, "Maybe, but never been a fan of the cold though," he said as he watched the ice sculpture turning into a puddle on the table.

"Suppose I'm doomed to the dull life of a hunter," the pale student decided witha chuckle, "what about you, giving up on your dreams of art fame on your way to Beacon Miss..." he trailed, leaving the question open.

“Russ,” she said, but didn’t offer a hand. Handshakes were too fluffy for meeting strangers, she thought, so instead she just gave him a little salute with her index finger. “And sadly yes, most people can’t pick out my artistic nature though, buried below all the dirt and lack of artistic talent. Props. But hey, it’s not all bad, I’m sure there are plenty of people happy that we could bite it at any moment.”

She nodded to him then leaned back comfortably once again. “What do they call you?”

Nor nodded as he returned to staring out the window, "Nor's fine, it's what most people I know call me," Nor answered, trying not to think about how most people he knew consisted of his father, not the most talkative sort, and his sort, and his sister.

“Just Nor? Huh, was hopin’ you’d have some kind of cool nickname,” Russ said, but nodded nonetheless. “Alright, Nor. Good luck out there, try not to die. You’ll make a lot of people like the grass-head happy if you do.”

"If 'grass-head' is the type to be made happy." Tierra said as she came over. She needed to do something rather than just hope for the trees to appear, extend her claws, and wonder why the silver-haired boy kept looking at her, so why not join the conversation. "Some people just aren't no matter what a Faunus does, name's Tierra by the way. That was a good-looking statue there before it melted."

"Well Russ is hardly much to go with itself, I imagine you'll make do though," he responded languidly as he watched the newcomer make her way over. He was beginning to regret having drawn such a crowd, but years of manners from helping deal with clients had been ingrained, barring him from simply brushing off the pair.

"So I've been informed, unfortunately we've come to the conclusion that there's simply no place to ply my trade, so I hit things rather hard," he said, watching the rather tense looking Faunus.

"But regardless, I'm pleased to make you're acquaintance Miss Tierra, I'm Nor of North Vale, or what's left of it, and this is Russ," he said, a slight tenseness to his voice, "and I wouldn't concern yourself with the this grass-head or whatever," with a tone of forced casualness, "his type aren't much to worry about, at least if you keep them free of the torches and pitchforks," he said with a forced chuckle as he leaned back into the couch. Truth be told there were more than a few who still had fresh wounds from the White Fang attacks and were willing to act on them, but Nor doubted it'd be allowed to get out of hand at Beacon.

Tierra had to chuckle herself. It wasn't an image of a mob with pitchforks and torches that haunted her dreams. " No, it's been a while since they've actually used pitchforks and torches. I hail from Vale City myself. What about you, Russ?"

Russ pulled her attention back to the conversation at hand. She'd never witnessed much faunus harrassment herself, but didn't doubt for a moment that it was terrible in more places than it wasn't. People found ways to hate things wherever they went, she was sure she'd see it at Beacon too.

"Oh, here and there," she shrugged. "Came here from some little mining town way out of the way. Not many pitchforks or torches there, plenty of rocks though. Lots of incentive not to stay what with there being nothing to do and all."

Whoops, two seconds into the conversation with a new person and already there was lying. Russ didn't even think about it until she'd already said her piece, but there wasn't any going back to it now. Rude Russ, very rude.

Tierra just stared at Russ for a while. She could tell that the girl was holding something back, but why and what about? The weapons were unique, but the girl herself locked almost sickly. She didn't seem like the type to have murdered someone, but maybe a theif. Then to break the awkwardness, Tierra said "Is it not on the map then or would it take forever to find it on the map?"

Nor broke in between the two, "I'm afraid we must save the getting to know each other bit for later, it looks like we'd better get our stuff in order," the clouds finally breaking to reveal the Academy, while now visible was still some distance away.

Then Tierra looked for herself and was astounded by the beauty that was already visible. She looked again at Rus, then at Beacon. She would need to keep her eye out for some people, but Beacon's campus was incredible and Nor seemed dependable. She walked back to the window, this was the place she was to become a Huntress no matter what she had to face. Her claws extended again, and Tierra sighed to herself. She was going to have to get rid of that nervous tick somehow.

Russ was content to leave things at that. As far as introductions went it hadn't been terrible. Sharkboy was entertaining enough and the other girl, Tierra, had helped take time off the rest of the trip. Still, fun was fun, and when the tests went out and the teams were divyed up, she didn't expect they'd be standing side by side or anything. Still, she'd meant it when she wished them luck.

Nor tarried a moment as the other seemed to disperse, enjoying the comfort of the couch as he reclaimed his solitude. The clouds were steadily disappearing as Beacon loomed in the distance. It was the best chance he and his family had at this point. He could feel a storm of emotions brewing as the faces of his clan swam in front of him. Shades of red started to film over his vision, before Nor started what was now a regular exercise, an image of a solid wall of marble in his mind placed between him and the storm, layer after mental layer as he pushed the wild storm further back. A blank look came over his face as stood, deciding to go check on his luggage to give himself a task to take his mind off the subject.

(Round 2)
Two questions Phantom, does Fox not log in at all during his work day and could you do a unofficial join once you mark membership as full?


Sorry if I'm not very vocal, I tend to stay out it of things unless I feel my opinion is needed, spirit is our PR person really. I'll have the Collab up shortly then now that Round 2 has officially started
Aight so what's the word on this rp, we still doing this or what? What say you shadow?
@KiltmanBagz@Against This@Madninja324@SilverWolfAngel@Mcmolly@Cyrania

Seeing as its been a bit since we started this, and I'm a bit paranoid, this is to double as a check to make sure everyone's aware of the new post system, as well as acting as a sort of roll call now that we have officially started. So please make a post saying you've read the post detailing the new posting set up.
We've talked it over and decided to rework the post order setup. We will be keeping the one post per round rule, but now you may post in any order. All players have to have made a post before we move to the next round, and the rounds have a time limit of 2 days. After the time limit is up, we will move on to the next one, skipping any players who've yet to make a post, unless sufficient reason is given. 3 missed posts is a warning, and 5 is an automatic exclusion from further rounds. As said special consideration will be made to those who give sufficient reasons. At the bottom of your post, indicate the round it is for.
NORSUN


Norsun sighed as he pushed his way through a group blocking the passage to the viewing area, the sound coming out more like a growl as it made its way through the gas mask on his face. This earned him a few odd glances, but they were easily ignored, the Faunus used to the questioning looks, and ignored them as they disappeared from sight once he was past, the immense weapon on his back hiding them from view. He thought he heard a grumble from someone as it bounced gently off of them, but Jet Stream was surprisingly light for the moment. Either way he didn't bother to respond, doggedly trying to escape from the crowd. Norsun entered the viewing area, thankfully finding it quieter than the passageway he had just left, his heartbeat calming down now that he'd gotten some space to himself.

Norsun looked around the room for a distraction, trying to distance himself from the situation he was in. There was little here he found familiar, no sea breeze bringing the smell of salt, no roar of machinery as boats were readied for the next outing. None of the familiar comforts he had grown up with. All that was with in sight was clouds and people, and he had little experience with either. His mouth flexed inside as he fought the urge to take off the mask, unused to keeping it on for so long. Norsun had usually only donned it for quick trips into town, and it was rather humid inside, but it was less uncomfortable than the looks he received from most other Faunus and all humans for the rows of teeth his mouth held. They we're certainly no cute little bunny ears, and they marked him undeniably as a predator, a fact that often brought forth that primal fight or flight instinct in most who saw it.

Norsun made his way to a sitting area near a window, leaning Jet Stream against the armrest of the couch, a heavy thump as it hit the couch once he released it, and sat down, looking around quickly to confirm he was alone for the moment. A smile graced his lips as he loosened the straps on his mask, letting it hang from his ears slightly, a contented sigh escaping as the cold air hit his face, a look of relaxation coming upon him. He could feel a tooth growing loose as he habitually ran his tongue over them to check for such occurrences. He was tempted to yank it out, but it could wait for the moment.

He relaxed as he stared out the window, a small glare crossing his eyes as he tried to will the clouds away, looking for a break to catch sight of the sea he had once known as well as his back hand. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't missing what was left of his family, but those thoughts were what drove him as well, knowing they needed him here to keep their way of life. The thoughts of family brought a smile to his face as he placed his hand on the head of Jet Stream. For a moment nothing happened aside from a small pulse of blue light spreading from his hand, before it opened to reveal a handful of cartridges holding dust of various shades, blue making up the majority. He gingerly grabbed one of the blue ones, emptying a small bit of the blue powder onto the table in front of him before replacing it in the weapon, the head quickly closing back on itself. He spent a few moments shifting the blue sands around on the table, making small clusters close together, becoming unaware of the world around him in his task, before giving a nod and extending a hand towards the pile, sending a shock of pale blue Aura through it, a brief flash and light crackling noise revealing a small ice sculpture on the table now. He smiled with nostalgia as the form showed a young girl before him, no older than 13 at best in a plain dress. His sister had been one of the last things he'd seen as he'd boarded the ship, waving from the platform as he left. The memory of her waving form brought a smile to his face.

(Round 1)
While we appreciate the character you have submitted, we feel she is not the kind of character we wish for this RP. While well written, her backstory is rather one dimensional, much akin to the early Disney princess friend to all feel, with little if any character flaws to make her enticing in a role play setting.

Next would be the weapon. We find that it begs credulity that a rapier could become a bow while maintaining a structure needed for proper use. The fact that both of these forms started as a harp, or lyre as we assume you meant, throws this idea into impossible realms. There is a good reason Weiss's rapier does not shift forms.

Lastly the semblance itself. It is actually a huge danger in and of itself. Seeing as it takes away pain without fixing the problem is a great way to get a team killed, basically it's the same as going into battle packed with anesthesia. It may fix the symptom, but the cause is still going to kill you.

For these reasons we cannot accept this character.
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