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NORSUN

Soon after Ozpin had finished his speech, Nor heard a sharp noise followed by screaming, watching as the first student sailed through the air towards the the Emerald Forest, the catapults setting off quickly behind one another. "You've gotta be kidding," he groaned, his eyes telling him much to the contrary. He took a moment to take position as the sounds came closer, unleashing Jet Stream a moment before being whisked through the air at a break neck speed. 

He found the experience rather pleasant, the odd weightlessness  much like the feeling of being out in the ocean. Unfortunately he could see the ground quickly approaching. Nor tried to look for some way to increase his chances of survival. He wouldn't have much chance to use the trees to help as he could see he was going to just barely pass over them in favor of a small clearing in forest. 

Nor cringed at the thought of what came next. This wasn't going to be what anyone would call elegant, but it'd get the job done. Nor's icy aura flared to life as he pulled on the use of his semblance, his the curves of his face and hands seeming to take on crystallized edges, feeling the pull of gravity increase as his body grew heavier and harder, watching as the meadow came closer.

He quickly began to notice his descent increasing rapidly, suddenly the edges of the trees peeking into his sight. Too late Nor realized his little effort had caused gravity to tighten her grip on him, bring him face to face with the last tree before the clearing. Instinct guided him has he placed Jet Stream in front of him to take some of the blow, the tree making a splintering noise as he met it, a sharp pain glancing through his left arm.

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Nor came to a few moments later on his back, looking around to see himself surrounded by what seemed to be a small crater, surrounded by tree limbs and leaves. He took an inventory, noting a few scratches as bruises, but nothing worth worrying over. Nor took a moment to gather his strength before standing up, a gasp escaping  as a sharp pain in his left shoulder sent him reeling. He could see the appendage hanging limp at his side, the arm obviously dislocated. He'd need to reset the damn thing before he did anything.

Grunting with effort, Nor climbed out of the hole he'd made, observing his landing zone, noting his weapon was off to the side, the head of he mace practically buried in the soft ground. He left it for the moment, opting instead to go to a near tree. The tree had split into near the base of the trunk, form a nice wedge. He placed his wrist in the space, gritting his teeth in the effort. This brought him pause, taking a moment to take off the mask, tossing it to the ground before grabbing a particularly thick stick. Nor's brought it to his mouth, his jaws extending farther than any humans would, lips peeling back to reveal row after row of serrated teeth, placing the branch in his mouth and biting down hard, the wood splintering. Satisfied with the effort, Nor began pulling at the limb, a muffled scream coming from him as he tried to realign his shoulder.

NOR, Teacher GREY,  and special appearance by MOHAWK

Nor yawned as he reached the ballroom, the night sky casting everything into darkness and the lights of scrolls framing the faces of the young hunters and huntesses to be, a dull murmur in the background as students called families or surfed the internet. He was pretty sure he could hear an Achieve Men video going somewhere near by. He'd normally been a bit of a night owl himself, but could feel the strain of so many new things weighing on him, pulling him to earth. He took a few moments as he searched for somewhere to lay his luggage and bed roll. He watched as the Cheetah Faunus from before headed for a balcony,  briefly considering taking the same option, before dismissing the thought, images of gnats, mosquitoes, and other bitey things with wings dancing in his mind. The shark soon found a open space, those nearby engrossed in their scrolls. 

Finally situated, Nor dug himself into his  bed roll, the events of today flashing through his mind, thoughts of the future murky and unsure. It seemed strange, normally he'd be busy cleaning up after dinner as his sister readied his father for bed. The memories of his sister made him see her image once more, standing on the air ship docks and waving as left into the air.  He brought out his scroll, bringing up her contact information as he stared at the call button for a few minutes, debating on wether or not to call, before exiting from the app, figuring it best not to bother her, she was probably asleep anyways. He instead opened a new app, videos dated back almost a year ago popping up with various people in the thumbnails. Nor's finger trailed over the many videos, before settling on the newest on, tapping it as the video sprang to life.

The camera seemed to be moving about, glimpses of sea and boats caught as background noises of repairs in progress, motors turning over, and a multitude of sea shanties being sung merrily, as well as mostly off key. After a few dizzying moments, the Camera finally settled on a pair of female Faunus, an older woman, seemingly in her late thirties with a grayish blue dorsal fin and tail visible from behind her, a kind face that hardly seemed to fit the lithe muscled arms helping the younger girl lift tools into a boat, grey skin and dorsal fin distinguishing her from humans. "Here we have a rookie salvager, preparing for her first venture from the nursery pool," Nor's voice could be heard, a playful teasing quality to it as the camera zoomed in on the younger girl. 

A surprised squeak could heard as the young Faunus raised her hands to her face as she saw the camera. "Nooor, turn it off, I told you not to sneak up on me with that thing," the gray girl bemoaned as the camera zoomed out, a slight smile on the face of the older woman now holding the tool box herself, little strain seen in her arms.

"Nor, turn it off, you know it's just going to instigate her if you keep it on," his mother said expectantly as she put the tool box down in the boat.

"Well if I don't take videos, who is? Someone has to document dear Jackies first ever trip. I swear, after a week at sea no one will recognize my poor sweet sister, that's why I need a smil- wait wait wa-," Nor's voice came again, a panicked tone taking over as a small mouth full of sharp teeth bared down on him from the pint sized little girl, an attempt for the camera knocking it to the ground. A pair of grey legs walked  off stiffly from a ground view before the camera was once more lifted up, video showing an upside down view of the sea as it continued to record. 

After a few moments of silence, Nor's mother's voice sounded once more, "Nor please try not to antagonize your sister too much while your out there, I need you to watch out for her," the placating tone of a mother wearied by children coming through clearly.

" Yes ma'am," Nor's responded, an exasperated flavor in the ingrained response, " but really she's not gonna need me much, I mean dad'll be out there too, and he can handle anything thrown at him so I won't have to do much," he said, a bored tone making it clear he had other things he'd rather be doing. 

"Regardless, you know Jackie worries too much. She needs to know she can count on you, it's gonna be terri-" his mother's voice cutting out as the scrolls video time hit its limit.

Nor stared at the black screen for a few moments, eyes watering for a moment before blinking away the tears and pressing the replay button, watching the video again and again as his eye steadily grew heavier, darkness taking him suddenly as the video played.

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Nor woke with a start as he felt himself lifted into the air, actions slowed as grogginess muddled his thoughts and the sound of a door opening barely registering in his thoughts . The pallid hunter only became aware of his situation as the cool air outside hit his face, the scroll knocking against his feet at the bottom of the bed roll. He could see the malcious grin on the face of Mohawk upside down above him, starting to struggle as he realized they had carried him bag and all out of the ballroom.

One of the multicolour-haired cousins grabbed a hold of his mask, a sharp snicker coming from him as he felt the straps starting to snap, and the mask ripped off his face as he felt the night air hit his face. He could hear a few gasps as his teeth came to full view, and exasperation and anger came point as his aura flared to life, grunts  coming from the  group as his semblance activated. Nearly tripling his weight, the bed roll ripped from their grasp and the air in Nor's gut escaping as he hit the ground.

As the group recovered from the shock, a light flashed from beneath the ringleaders feet, heralding a pair of blue, spectral chains. The bindings rose serpent-like from the ground, wrapping themselves around his legs and weaving up cross his torso before settling around his shoulders and hardening into crystal clear ice.

 In the shadows nearby, a dark haired hunstman watched silently, aura supressed to a dull whisper as he observes the troublemaking quartet and their prey. 
"Think carefully, boys..." the man thinks to himself, careful not to break the silence as he slips closer, staying out of sight

 The boys lost interest in Nor as they rushed to try and pry the chains off of Mohawk, pulling at them in futile attempts to free them. Nor worked his way out the bed roll, earning an halfhearted kick from Greeny, although  the strike barely registered to  Nor with his semblance hardening his skin. He ignored the group for the moment, trying to find his mask while he had a free moment. 

One of the group must have seen him searching, cause he held up his hand. "What's the matter, lose something?"  he teased with a grin as a cracking noise signaled Mohawks release. Nor's stomach dropped as he saw the Scroll in Greenies hand. 

"This is a pretty nice scroll for a Faunus to have, although," the green haired one commented as he began to swipe through the screens, "Pull that ice crap again again and you'll be in the market for a new one." he threatened. Nor seethed as he watched the bastard go through his files, but keeping silent in  the hopes to hasten the end of this.

"Heeelloooo, what's this, you didn't tell us you were holding back this little hotty," he jeered as he passed around the phone to the others before showing Nor the picture, a recent one of his 15 year old sister.

"You shut your fucking  mouths," Nor muttered, his voice almost imperceptible over their cat calls. He could feel the walls coming down as they oggled his sister.

"You know, she ain't bad, even if she's a wild animal," Mohawk sneered as  he leered at the phone, before giving Nor a wicked look, "But I bet I could tame her."

Nor felt something snap, his aura flaring to life as his pupils expanded, the whites of his eyes almost disappearing. " I SAID SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS," Nor yelled as he shot at Mohawk, his jaw stretching to disturbing lengths, aiming for his throat.

"That's enough." Came a mature voice from the shadows. A brown haired man emerged a moment later, grabbing Nor by the shirt to prevent him from injuring the other student. 
"Calm down, kid. This isn't how you deal with his type." He uttered flatly, a serious expression on his face, 
"You, mohawk. Scroll." He ordered, dropping his briefcase on a belt hook and extending one hand, 
"Before I let him go."

Mohawk gave a haughty look to the teacher, sneering for a moment before looking behind him to smirk at his backup, only to see the ponytail of the green haired cohort slipping back into the ballroom. To his credit, he faced Grey as he handed the scroll back, " We we're just having a bit of fun; he's really too emotional," he said rather defensively.

"Too emotional, you say?" The man inquires, 
"Imagine you have a younger sister. Now imagine someone saying things like that about her while they've got you tied up." The man snaps his fingers and several glowing circles appear around the mohawk laden student's feet before fading to black marks, 
"Now imagine you're not talking to a teacher who married one of those so called wild animals." He released Nor. 
"Stay." Grey ordered, crossing his arms as he faced the remaining bully.

Mohawk fought the urge to jump back as the circles appeared, and eyed the now released Nor warily.  The shark Faunus's chest was heaving as he kept his eyes on his assailant, eyes slowly returning to normal, though most of it was still covered in black. " My apologies, I'll make sure to make nice with your pet. Good  to know he's got such caring teachers to protect him," he drawled in response, adopting a bored stance. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get some rest, I hear there's an initiation tomorrow."

"There is, so you can stay where you are for the moment. It was quite rude of you to disturb another students rest." He said, 
"You, name?" He asked, turning to face Nor, ignoring mohawk for the moment as he handed the scroll back.

Nor took the scroll back, checking it a bit frantically before answering. "Nor-," he started, but was cut off needing to cough, his throat sore from yelling "Norsun Draknell." He continued looking through the files.

"Do me a favor, go find this young mans bedroll and bring me his blanket. Leave the rest." He asks, glaring ever so slightly at the boy within the circle of traps.

Nor nodded as he put away his scroll, heading into the ballroom. "Fuck that, burn the damn thing if your gonna have him bring it," Mohawk said as he went stubbornly to a nearby bench, unwittingly triggering one of the snares Grey had previously placed. A dull earthen light glowed from the ground beneath his feet as once again spectral chains rose, snaking around the boys legs, encircling his torso, and binding his arms before turning to cold, hard stone. 

"First thing a hunter learns is to keep an eye on their surroundings, you know." Grey told him.
 "I learned the hard way. You? You get it easy." He then  grabbed the  bed roll from Nor after he returned, throwing the mass unevenly over the protesting racist.

"If you're good I'll let you out in the morning. If you can escape on your own feel free to go back inside," the teacher added. Waving a hand to dispel the other traps in front of the doors, he gestured towards the trapped student, guiding the energy from the snares before reforming them in a cluster around mohawk, "But don't expect your little friends to help you out."

The pair left the struggling form in the courtyard, Nor flipping him the bird as he grabbed his bed roll and the damaged mask from the ground, holding it to his face till he could grab a replacement from his pack.

"So, Norsun, why the mask?" Grey inquired politely, holding the door open so the student can enter the ballroom, "I understand the intent, but why bother?"

Nor shrugged as he entered, carefully watching his step as he made his way through the mass of students. "It's easier...," the pallid hunter responded, pausing for a moment before continuing, " I prefer people to be paying  attention to my words," he said taking his mask off and giving Grey a wide smile, "Rather than where they came from. It's understandable though," he said as he replaced the mask. "Most of y'all have that primal fight or flight thing going on."

"Remember one thing, Norsun. People like them will always find a way to see through that mask," the brown haired warrior said quietly,  
'And they will always find ways to try and prove they are right about you being an animal." The Hunstman rested a hand on his chin for a moment, 
"Never let them get to you like that, understand? Last year there was a student, name of Cardin, a bit like these boys. He attacked a couple of Faunus kids who snuck into the dorms to visit an older sibling. One of the other students saw, nearly killed him. I almost had to help expel my own nephew because of what he did to him." Grey revealed, 
"Luckily, Cardin recovered and was able to return to school, but my point stands. If you let them get you riled up like that again and nobody is around to stop you, you could throw your whole life away over a couple of inconsiderate children. Be better than that. Prove them wrong."  He finished, 
"And get a goods nights sleep."

With that, he gave a two fingered wave, spinning on his heels as he departed. He paused for a moment, crouching down to check on a pair of mouse eared Faunus before leaving the ballroom.

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Nor woke the next morning from an uneasy sleep as he rubbed his eyes. He hesitated for a moment as he looked at the new mask in  his hands, thinking back to the teachers words the night before. He briefly considered leaving  it in the bag, but habit and doubt  finally won over as he did up the straps.  He did get a nice smile as he saw the recent lawn ornament still in the courtyard. Nor saw the bed roll laying on the ground, and helpfully threw it back over him, a string of profanity following him as he walked away with a smile, gathering Jet Stream and his battle suit from the locker before heading to the cliffs of Beacon for their initiation. 

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