[IC] Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

[SirBeowulf]

Aurellius clapped slowly and methodically as Diamond finished her little show of skill, descending to the table more akin to some sort of goddess rather than a teenage delinquent. He stopped clapping as she sat down to her seat, rather amused. "You know, that could come in pretty handy. Ever thought of performing a magician's show? I'd volunteer for the cutting a person in half." "I'm still trying to make the shadows last when I let go, then it would be perfect. No luck thus far. But yeah, it is pretty useful. And save for walking on air it isn't even too tiring." Diamond shrugged, "You've got a deal on that magic trick whenever you make me mad." she grinned. A chuckle was elicited from the man as he caught wind of whatever the other two at their table had been talking about. Something about their own semblances. He had no clue why the girl had joined their table, but he shrugged, letting Diamond speak to them for a few moments. He began his own little show as Sapphire graced the presences of a few other students near their table. He snapped the plastic fork in half, grinning. "Now, about my power? Well, before I show you, I'm gonna say it'll be a little gross, so if you can't handle it, what are you even doing fighting Grimm in the first place?" The bandages covering his hand slowly became unwrapped, exposing the wound, still oozing slightly beneath. The cut had been stitched up rather quickly, but expertly by the local nurse. "This is probably gonna result in me getting an infection and a lecture from a doc, but I don't really care," he said as he began to dig his other hand into the wound, showing no signs of discomfort as he pulled the sutures, ripping them rather forcefully. "Oh, and I'll need to borrow that kerchief of yours." Relieved of its stitches, the cut was deep and bleeding slightly, exposing the layers of fat and muscle and bone beneath as Aurellius grinned profusely. "Well? Wanna cap a feel? I won't blush." She watched with wonder and then some disgust as Aurelius dug into his wound. The girl was so very glad she already finished her lunch. It was OK to cleave a grimm in half. That happened fast, and it wasn't human. But Diamond could never quite stomach any scene from a surgery or something like that when it was on TV, let alone right in front of her eyes. "Ack, I would have believed you! Probably..." she shook her head, pressing the hanky on his hand. She reached under her hat and pulled a roll of sticking plaster from under it and summoned a knife with her semblance. Cutting a few butterfly stitches from it, she got to work on his wound. "Go get that fixed again, Stupid." He waved the other hand with a sigh. "Its only my hand. I promise not to do such a thing if my entire ribcage is blown out," he said as the pain slowly returned, becomming much stronger than it had before. He winced as she applied medical aid from that bottomless hat of hers. "Y'know, I could probably rip my own arm off if I was motivated enough."

[Forsythe]

"why, so you can bleed out and the three of us that are left have to split your job? Forget it!" Diamond exclaimed as she finished patching his hand up. She slipped her hand with the plaster back under her hat, searching for the clinch it was supposed to hang on. When that was stowed away, she took one look at her bloodied hanky and frowned. "You can keep that." With that she focused back on the conversation around. "Funny, here I thought fighting Grimm was precisely what Huntsmen did. It's the job of the police to busy themselves with the bloody animals and the like. Either they do that or we should collect their salary." The girl noted. It smelled of trouble to step out of their mandate. Was there an actual class that dealt with the law side of this whole thing? Well, at least she knew a few good lawyers. It might be a way to collect some of those old favors.

[Lucius Cypher]

Gren chuckled lightly as Kuhaku eagerly answered how to have his steak. "Alright, just give me a few minutes to cook the meat thoroughly. And hello to you too Fulgurate." The meat sizzled on the grill sending oil out, but Gren didn't flinch. He wore gloves for this reason. "I'm fine Shiro, don't worry. My hand got a bit banged up, but nothing that the doctors couldn't heal." Gren said in responds to Kuhaku's concerns about his hand. In truth the injury was much worse because he did lose his hand, but Gren managed to get himself a replacement before anyone was none-the-wiser. Gren than turned to Abel about his question. "Not much Fulgurate. The teacher's name is certainly interesting, but aside from that math is math. Practical, if a bit boring." Gren started to serve up the cubed steaks, but unless both his teammates were big eaters he still had a lot of meat to cook. He already took them out of the bag so he'd hate to waste them. Gren looked around and noticed his opponent, Indigo, sitting at a table with many others. He even saw Sapphire amongst them. Gren devised a plan. "I think I might have brought too much food for just the three of us. Why don't you two invite your opponents over to eat? Make friends with your rivals and such. I'll stay here and cook up what I can. If you find Indigo, could you ask him to come over as well?" A big oil fire flared as Gren poured another round of cubed steaks onto the grill but he didn't flinch as the flames died down and resumed their slow grill.

[harinezumikouken]

Looking around, Shiro realized he may have made too much of a show. After his loud outburst, he bashfully scratched the back of his head and slowly sat back down. Face red as he cleared his throat, he quieted down. Though, his silent moment was short lived as his eyes caught sight of Abel. He enthusiastically shot up and waved at him. "Hey, Abel! We're over here!" As Abel came up to their table and sat, a bright grin graced Shiro's features, though he wrinkled his nose when he saw what Abel brought to eat. It seemed to be nothing but foliage and vegetation to him. He didn't understand how some people could eat the green-stuff. Abel sanitized his hands and saw the mini-grill that Gren was cooking on. "You're crazy-prepared," he said matter-of-factly. "That's a bit rude. No 'hello' or 'hi'?" Shiro frowned, but quickly shook it away. Abel then took a moment to compliment them on their sparring matches. Shiro's frown quickly returned. Everyone else seemed to go dust-to-the-wall and gave it their all. Shiro didn't even activate his Semblance or use his Axe at the very least, so he felt his fight hadn't gotten that serious. His feelings of inadequacy and low self-worth briefly returned. But, when Abel mentioned his own negative feelings, he pushed away his own concerns. Patting Abel on his wide upper back, Shiro offered him one of his signature grins. "Aww, don't worry about it Abel. As far as I see it, the matches weren't about winning or losing. Just to show everyone what we're made of. As long as we had fun and made it out okay." Shiro felt a little better to know that he wasn't alone with his emotions. "What did you think of math? Fullbuster's a pretty sweet name, but he was so...uninspiring. Took me about ten minutes to get my head on straight and start workin' through that packet." Abel asked them. Shiro's ears and tail slowly drooped. He tapped at his chin with a single gloved finger. "Well..I thought his name was kind of odd, to be honest. Seeing him snoozing in his chair made me want to fall asleep too." "Which, I later did in History class..." "As for that packet...Aha...I did what I could..." Shiro felt better knowing he wasn't the only one that seemed to have trouble. Gren mentioned how his hand was fine and only got a bit banged up. Somehow, Shiro doubted that. Giving Gren an odd look, he couldn't help but feel that something was out of place. Shrugging, he reverted back to his usual smile. "Ah well, the important thing is that you're okay now." As Shiro patiently waited for Gren to finish cooking the meat he brought along, Gren said, "I think I might have brought too much food for just the three of us. Why don't you two invite your opponents over to eat? Make friends with your rivals and such. I'll stay here and cook up what I can. If you find Indigo, could you ask him to come over as well?" He frowned, he didn't exactly think Gren brought too much. In fact, Shiro could've quite possibly eaten most if not all of the meat had with him. But, that probably wasn't his intention. To give all of it to Shiro, that is. Sharing was caring, after all. The idea suddenly struck him in a positive way. It would be a great way to make more friends. Surely they would appreciate the tasty meal much more so than whatever they were currently ingesting. Tail swaying back and forth energetically, he grinned and saluted Gren. "Right! On it, friend!" Now, how to grab most of the other teams' attention? Why not boldly go? Lifting his feet onto his seat so that he was squatting low, he decided to make another show of himself. He'll deal with the embarrassment later. Winding up, Shiro launched himself into the air. Up and over the large moving crowd, he aimed his jump so that he would land onto one of the other team's tables. Aimed well enough, he gracefully landed quite literally in the middle of their conversations. As the table shook slightly from his landing, he straightened up and scratched at his cheek with a gloved finger. "Hmm...Now, what to say?" He hadn't thought too well ahead. Screw just normally walking up to them and asking them all politely to join them at lunch. That was boring. Stretching his arms out, he decided to loudly proclaim. "My friend brought too much food and we can't eat it all ourselves! If you're still hungry and would like some freshly grilled meat and stuff, come join Team Swansong at our table! You're all welcome to sit and eat with us!" Standing on their table, arms wide open, with a stupidly cheesy grin on his face he hoped that was enough to collect all of their attention. He then pointed from where he had launched himself from, at Gren and Abel. "We're over there!" "Wait, shoot! I didn't think if my actions would embarrass Gren and Abel! Sapphire might get pissed at me..." Still grinning, he blinked. "Ah well, I'll deal with it later."

[TentacleLord]

Ivan was quite happy with both handshakes, and returned to his meal with renewed vigor as the conversation shifted to the fights mentioned earlier. To his credit, it appeared he was as thick-skinned as he was arrogant, and the sarcasm in Indigo's tone about the gunslinger's lack of effort flew directly over his head. But then the problem with Ineko's fight was brought up. Ivan had been preparing for his own combat when the drone-master was called into battle, and had automatically assumed a quick knockout had prevailed, not some cowardly refusal to fight. Ivan frowned and began to mull over the correct answer to this shocking development as an univolved girl managed to stick her head into the conversation at the worst possible time and begin to lecture with insults spread throughout. Her points were valid, of course. Humans and faunus lost their way in the fight against the evil Grimm all the time, and it wasn't unheard of for the criminal scum of the underworld to get bright ideas about using their aura as a weapon against the authority of the government(And by proxy, the Hunters and Huntresses). But Ineko was his partner, and that meant he already had more of a bond with the drone-slinging man than some random chick who thought she could talk trash. That meant it was time for a lecture of his own(He flat out at ignored the other woman's calm and correct answers, this was something that he'd deal with, not an unrelated party.). Ivan reached over as Sapphire finished her degrading speech and tapped her on the shoulder, mimicking her actions from a few moments prior. "Oi, you. Yeah, the bland looking one with the shotguns. Lay off my partner." Ivan snapped his fingers in front of her face to make sure he had her full attention, almost as if he was talking to a dog. "I get that you are the resident authority on fighting people that aren't your primary enemy. I do, really. I mean, look at how your team treats you. One night and they already can't stand simply sitting near ya!" He smirked, quite pleased with his own wit. As Shiro impacted and proclaimed that the meat was open to everyone, Ivan's obnoxiously confident grin only grew wider. "See, lookit that! Meat by Team Swansong! Already going behind your back."

[Lady Seraphina]

Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria

Sapphire felt slightly nauseated seeing what Aurellius did to his hand. While she didn't have a particular dislike of blood or guts, in fact they weren't really an unusual sight for her, the image of the boy digging into his own arm with a carefree nonchalant look on his face was enough to make her puke.

Thankfully she was able to fight down the gag reflect and soon enough Diamond had the wound covered with her handkerchief which Sapphire was glad off. Diamond quickly changed the subject, Sapphire guessed no one really wanted to dwell on what exactly Aurellius had just done to himself.

The view that Diamond took of a Huntress's job was an incredibly narrow one. Sure they were both trained and expect to fight the Grimm but that wasn't all they could or would do in there careers.

"If your sitting eating lunch with us is any indication the police aren't exactly effective. Tell me what would happen if someone as skilled as Goodwitch decided that the laws didn't apply to them anymore. Just took what they wanted, whenever they wanted. You think the police could deal with that? No of course not. They'd send another Hunter or Huntress to deal with the problem and that is precisely why we need to know how to fight humans cause the number of people who actually know how to use there auras and there semblance isn't exactly limited to those attending Beacon. And for the record a cops salary is a pittance compared to what Hunters make."

Sapphire had apparently run afoul of the partner to the boy she'd called simple. He was a bigger guy, she could take him down pretty easily given how slow he was and after watching his sparring match how uncompromising of tactics he'd been. No matter what had happened all he had done was shoot at his opponent even with the arena exploding around him. She thought his name was Ivan.

Sapphire could have drawn her gun on him easy, it wouldn't have been particularly difficult but she'd already resolved to give her rib at least a weeks rest and besides some loud mouth who thought that victory just naturally belonged to him wasn't really worth her time.

She shrugged nonchalantly at his accusation that her teammates wanted nothing to do with her. It was true enough, her first impression hadn't exactly been exemplary and it wasn't like she really cared in the first place. "So I'm not naturally gifted with social grace. At least I can do more than just fire my gun over and over and over again without considering that my opponent might actually adapt to that tactic. By the way I really enjoyed your fight watching you get smacked around by someone half your weight was the biggest laugh I've had in a good long while."

Sapphire could have said a lot more on the matter but she was interrupted when a large white object came flying through the air aimed directly at there table. Sapphire didn't have time to register exactly who or what it was, the moment it made contact with the Sapphire slapped her wrist bracelets together activating Morpheus and Phobator, which she'd retrieved after sparring class.

The second the object was down Sapphire realized it was a person and aimed for a weak spot closest to her. She grabbed the person's arm applying Morpheus directly to the wrist just over a major vein. It was then she looked up and realized who it was. Sapphire sat back down in her seat collapsing her daggers back into there leather bands. "Ah fuzzball, you looking to get yourself killed?" Sapphire rolled her eyes. What could she possibly have done in her life that she would be punished with this idiot for a teammate. "If you'd wanted to offer us food you could have, I-don't-know, walked over here and asked like a normal person. Then again your landing looks like it sent everyone's lunches to the floor so we might as well take your leftovers."

Sapphire herself had lost the remainder of her milk which was currently pooling in the cracks of the table as well as her sandwiches. Everyone else's lunches were in varying states of disarray. Tiger boy's semblance must have really fried his brain but good to have him thinking that launching himself halfway across the lunch room was in any way a good idea.

She turned to look at Ivan who seemed to think that Shiro and the others being generous was somehow a commentary on her being unable to control her team. "Aww, come on Ivy if they want to be generous who am I to stand in the way?"

[MULTI_MEDIA_MAN]

Oswald merely watched on with disinterest as everybody around him went on with their business. Some people were arguing about the necessity of learning to fight other people. When Oswald recognized Sapphire's voice, he found himself agreeing with what she said: even questioning why it was necessary was...ridiculous. Idiotic, even. Maybe even as bad as a guy who didn't know what an acute angle was. Frowning, he grunted in displeasure as Aurellius tore his wound open. "God dammit Aurellius, one day and you can't go with making an ass of yourself? Some of those people were trying to eat." Despite his exasperation, he couldn't help but laugh at the others' reactions to the blood and gore. "Though I will admit, that's a hell of a party trick." After Aurellius's display, Diamond also questioned the need for Hunters and Huntresses doing what should have been the job of the police. Again, Sapphire made a retort, but this time things started to get too heated for Oswald's personal tastes. He didn't agree with Diamond, but if she was his team mate, he'd have to stick up for her. "Sapphire, lay off. We all got history, even if it's ugly. I'm sure we've all got blemishes on our souls the rest of the world wouldn't look too kindly on. And I don't understand why salary is even a question here. So long as it's livable, who the fuck cares?" When Shiro landed on the table, scattering the remaining food, Oswald smirked and gave himself a mental pat on the back for finishing quickly. Despite the....absolutely fucking terrible way the offer was presented, Oswald got up and chuckled. "Great, free grub. If it gets me away from the hotheads, I'd gladly eat raw meat." Walking towards Gren and Abel, he hadn't even bothered to look if anybody else was going along with it. Free food was free food.

[Skyrte]

"Hey kid," Ineko heard, and felt a tapping on his shoulder, he glanced up to the blue haired girl "Are you stupid or just plain simple? Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Ineko thought for a second about what she said, and nodded slightly in agreement. Before he could reply, a number of things happened. Another girl interjected with her own opinion of the subject. Ivan stood up and gave the blue haired girl a piece of his own mind, defending Ineko, much to his worry. Concerned of escalation, Ineko got up too and placed his hand gently on Ivan's shoulder, "Ivan, no need to defend me, I am not offended." Ineko turned to Sapphire, the girl who had lectured him. Before be said anything, somehow pieces of food and milk had landed on Damascus. He sighed softly, looking down at the mess on him, he looked back up to Sapphire, who now would have a much better look at his cybernetic jaw and throat. "My apologies for my ignorance, my mind was on other things, and I hadn't thought that far in regards to the possible opponents I would have." He spoke, his mouth didn't move as the words came out, it was like a speaker had been installed and the voice was coming through that. "Now, I should get myself cleaned off." Gesturing to the mess on his armor. He turned back towards his table and put his helmet back on, after a quick check of the time, he determined that he would be able to get a quick shower in too. He left the cafeteria and headed towards the nearest shower.

[Kafka Komedy]

Indigo sat surprisingly quietly through all of the conversation, simply nodding along and eating. This was kind of out of character for him, but people were making points, be they good or bad, and he wanted to hear them. Even though Ineko sounded wise, someone, Safire maybe? Had shout him down pretty quickly. Oddly enough though, Ivan immediately jumped to his defense. It made sense technically; Ineko probably wasn't one to defend himself, and Sappy or whatever her name was had insulted him thoroughly in her rebuttal. But it was Ivan doing the defending, which didn't make much sense. Then some dude slammed himself into the table like an idiot, almost coating Indi in a layer of noodles and sauce. He had played this game before though, and he was quick on the barrier draw. As he stared at his now wasted lunch, a slow rage started building as he stared up at the person who launched himself at their table. The person explained that there was food over at team Swansong's table, oddly absent of their leader. Indi's mood switched. Meat? Yes, so much yes. He heard out what the others had to say before leaving though. Sappy insulted someone yet again, and Ineko left. "Well since everyone who's not an asshole left the table, I might as well remove a dick from the situation." He said as he got up and walked over to Gren and Abel. "Hey Gren! Hey... other guy? Abel? Was it Abel? It was Abel, right?" Indi asked as he sat down next to Gren. He decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey, sorry about your hand dude. I know it's gonna be a little harder to entertain yourself for a bit. Hehe." He joked. How Gren responded to that icebreaker would be a good indicator of if it was used against him.

[Guess Who]

Robert was surprised at first that Priscilla would ever think that he would laugh at her misfortune. That would be unbelievably rude of him to do. He didn't care if other people laughed at him, he had gotten used to it with the amount of times he made a fool of himself, but he'd do whatever was in his power to keep that from happening to Priscilla. He was about to tell her all of that as well as answer her truthfully that he had purposefully refused to look when her undergarments were showing, but the bell suddenly cut him off before he got the chance, and he lost sight of Priscilla in the mass migration of students. "Remember Robert, tell her exactly all of that next time you get the chance. Don't forget a word," he said to himself as he walked to his next class. "Math. Why did it have to be math?" Robert thought out loud as Prof. Fullbuster passed out the work that he wanted everyone was to do in class. He tried his best at each problem, but found that a majority of the time he would have to skip it because he knew nothing about how it was supposed to be done. Once he had done what he could, he quickly checked the time, only to find out that only half the period had gone by. "This sucks," he said aloud before slumping in his chair. He then looked around the room to find that most of the other students were still working on their packets. Robert let out a heavy sigh before trying to find miscellaneous ways to waste time. Now history, that was something Robert was good at. Actually, a better word would have been "excelled at." When he was a small child, he would oftentimes read the local library's history books for fun. He found an odd sense of enjoyment from reading these stories of different civilizations. So, when Prof. Oobleck presented a slideshow to the class, it was mostly just review for him. Still, he enjoyed it nonetheless. Finally, Lunch came around. Unsurprisingly though, Robert had the misfortune to be at the very back of the line. He watched as everyone he knew grabbed their own lunches and began to socialize and eat, only making him more bored and more hungry. As the line got smaller and smaller, Robert could see his prize come closer and closer. The last chicken sandwich. He guessed by the fact that almost everyone had chosen it that it had to be the best item on the menu. He began to reach for it when the smell of Gren's steaks caught his attention. He turned around to try and find where the smell was coming from, but couldn't place it among the crowd. When he turned back toward the chicken sandwich, it was gone. When he was distracted someone had grabbed it right from under his nose. "Dang, I didn't want pasta." As Robert reached the front of the line, a sudden realization hit him. "I don't have any money. How am I going to pay for this food? I'm starving already, I couldn't possibly go the rest of the day without food. Oh, well. Maybe I can just feign ignorance and get a free pass this time?" he said aloud. When he gave his information to the woman working the lunch line though, she just let him pass, saying that there was more than enough money already on his account. Only one way that could have happened, Robert's old pal had bailed him out again. "I'll have to remember to go see him tomorrow, if I can't today." As Robert approached the table that Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson were sitting, he noticed Rayna standing nearby. "Is she apologizing to Priscilla again?" Robert first thought. As he got closer though, he picked up some of what she said. "-orms of our fighting. Your weakne- you worry about how -ink of you. I took advantag- and I destroyed your will to resis-." The conversations of other students made it difficult for Robert to hear every word, but he had heard enough. She wasn't apologizing, she was making fun of her further. Or at least, that's what Robert thought. He didn't realize that Rayna's intention was to give Priscilla advice. "Hey, haven't you done enough already?" Robert asked Rayna angrily.

[LokiLeo789]

Geni had listened attentively to Merlin's explanation of Dust. For such a small and insignificant item, it packed a large amount of power. "I could just sprinkle it on my blade, but that would eliminate the possibility and constant use. Once I used it over." Geni debated to himself in his head. The gears in his head wear turning, he thought they were turning so fast that everyone at the table to hear it. Calculations, design ideas, implications, all being imagined and planned our in his head. Each idea was neatly stored in his brain filing cabinet to be used for later. Geni looked back up at Merlin once he had snapped out of his dust induced trance. "No I don't need any help, it won't be for Ragnorock, it's for something else, if you can keep a secret, I'll tell you." He said slyly, still not sure if he was really going to tell him the truth. Then Geni listened to Merlin second comment, "You could be a much scary man if you wanted to." Geni said sarcastically, but playfully. Geni then turned to the woman who had authenticated Merlin's explanation, she might have left for another conversation, but that did not stop him from thanking her. Thank you for your help, umm, mind telling me your name." He said with a grin on his face, but he was cut short by a flying abject, that was actually a body. The other girl and instantly whipped out her weapons and was about to dice the kid, but apparently she knew him. "I though only birds flew, definitely not tigers." He sad sarcastically. He was not mad at the kid, it was not like he was eating his food or anything .

[McFazzer]

Since he hadn't really been paying attention to the clock Victor was slightly surprised when it came time for the next set of classes. Still feeling the strain of his spar, coupled with the injuries suffered during his trial, a restless night and a highly active scavenger hunt, Victor was exhausted. With the appearance of a dead man walking Victor entered the Maths classroom. Sitting down next to Rayna Victor payed the utmost attention to the lesson, he was more adept at the economic side of mathematics, but found that the basic skills were largely transferable and had little trouble keeping up. Victor didn't blaze through the assigned work like others seemed able to, but he took his time, making certain he had made no errors and that he understood it completely and then continued. As long as it continued to make sense to him, Victor continued with the work, stopping occasionally to ask Mr Fullbuster for an explanation. Eventually he stopped, not because he had trouble understanding, but because he saw Rayna occasionally struggling. Victor hated to see that his Captain was having trouble and went about explaining the parts that had tripped her up. Conveniently it was good practice for him as well, since being able to teach the work meant that he completely understood it, which gave Victor some satisfaction. By the time class had ended Victor felt somewhat refreshed. He had a little more spring in his step and he didn't have the face of a man on death row. Entering History class Victor was almost immediately exhausted again. Just watching the energetic Mr Oobleck was tiring. The history that was taught gave Victor a new insight into the past. Victor now learned that he was taught a history from a different perspective. Everyone here seemed to know history based on select key moments and politics, Victor was taught history from how money changed hands. How trade empires managed to prevent wars by denying aggressive countries enough supplies to stage a war effort, or how a city became strategically indefensible due to a single new trade route. There was some useful overlap, but a surprising amount of this knowledge was relatively new. I'm going to have to do a lot of reading, I doubt I will pass any tests if I answer my way. History done Victor made his way to lunch where Rayna decided to pay for Lunch hinting that she had a decent amount of funds. Well it is nice to be served I suppose, but isn't it improper for who is basically my superior office to do such a thing? Well all I can do is remember this debt I suppose. Let's see what she brought. Chicken and fries? Not bad, but what else was there... apple? Hmmm... "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." "Okay, go do what you have to Captain." while that was happening Victor helped himself to one of Rayna's apple slices and slumped down in his seat That was disappointing. They aren't as sweet as I'd hoped. This day is just full of disappointments isn't it? still slumped Victor craned his neck to see how Rayna was doing. Well no one is metaphorically biting her head off which is a plus. as he thought this another member of team Rampaged arrived and immediately started metaphorically biting Rayna's head off. That didn't last long... a Captain should show strength at times like this. If I go over now and try to help would I be insubordinate? Rayna did tell me to guard her stuff... I wonder how proactive I can get away with "guarding"? standing up Victor picked up Rayna's stuff with his right arm and did a slow walk around the lunch room ending up behind the aggressor. Leaning in Victor whispered in the kindest voice he could manage. "Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir."

[Forsythe]

"Ugh, naïve idealists..." Diamond rolled her eyes. If the cops were ineffective - which she could testify to - then they should be laid off and replaced. It's a job to protect the people, not charity! Somebody should have thought of a hunter going rogue by now and recruited a few equal fighters to the force the. But that'd be too much to ask of someone paid from taxpayer money. Not that she paid much of those thus far, but seeing how it would have been spent, she had no regrets. Swinging her legs over the bench, Diamond got up. "Too much everything nice and not enough spice around here. I'll go see how boss is doing lest I start to have positive karma by exposure." she said, summoning her cane and giving the table a tip of the had before turning on her heel. She had to turn back to see what the crashing sound was, only to see a guy on the table. "I didn't know the school provided strippers, plus ten points!" She said, gave the people at the table a tip of the hat and promptly left the room before she caught the crazy, heading towards the infirmary to see whether Marcus was discharged yet.

[Agent B52]

Treatment of Marcus’ concussion had taken some time. One of the staff had a semblance that let her slowly ‘move’ injuries at the cost of making them worse. Thus instead of a scrambled brain Marcus now sported a thoroughly battered arm that he had to get treated for. As for his broken trio of ribs, there was nothing that could reasonably be done about those other than a little something to take the pain away. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to sneeze, it hurt to breathe too deeply. The school staff had been kind enough to give him a work packet for what he assumed was elementary basics. At least, from a brief glance through the maths was so easy that he couldn’t imagine it was anything else. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he was simply good at maths, then the sneer on his father’s face appeared in his mind. No, it was impossible he was good at something. The problems he encountered perfecting Unsubtle ranged from mapping stress and strain effects to compensating for the Corioliseffect caused by Remnant’s rotation in space, and obviously if Marcus could do those anyone could. The history material was slightly more complex and would require some study. It was not his strong suit though he enjoyed the stories of the exploits of past heroes and generals. He would have continued to rifle through the paperwork some more but by then he had reached the cafeteria. Well, it could wait until he had something to eat. To his suprise the door opened for him as Diamond stepped out. “Oh hello. Lunch is done already?” he asked.

[Forsythe]

"I was just about to go look for you. How are you feeling?" Diamond asked, noticing the careful breathing. She wished she trained her aura to heal others, but alas one could only learn that much in a year, and prior to being thrown into juvy she didn't really care for the wounds of others. "With the way this is going, there won't be students left to fight in a few days." she noticed, before answering the leader's question. "No you still have time, But some guy just wrecked everything that was on the table we were at, so you might wanna take an umbrella or something. The place is minutes form a food fight." she rolled her eyes, "Unless you're happy with vending machines. I'll treat you! Need to go get a new carton anyway." she noted, addressing her yesterday's lack of smokes. Diamond noticed it would be difficult getting a break to get outside during the classes. Maybe it was just as well though, she should cut back on those. Allright, one in the evening and extra if someone pisses me off. Let's try sticking to that. she thought, wondering how long she can keep that drastic of a reduction up.

[Lugubrious]

After hearing Shiro's commiserating, Abel gulped down a mouthful of saucy lettuce and ham and flashed him a smile. Among Abel's many expressions, gratefulness was an unfamiliar sight on his face, as evidenced by the slightly-goofy exaggeration to the curvature of his mouth, but it was genuine. “He reached for his milk carton and took a big drink. The sudden flash and aggressive spitting noise surging from Gren's oil fire caught him off guard, and he reflexively leaned back. Mercifully, he managed to avoid sputtering any cow juice down the front of his exquisite blue jacket. “Might be a good idea,” he admitted after the orc finished speaking. “Robert was kinda weedy, though. Don't know if he'd enjoy a good steak.” He straightened up until he was at his full height, and briefly scanned the cafeteria for a tussock of pink hair. When in a few moments he spotted its owner, Abel frowned; Robert stood near his table, angrily addressing a girl Abel could only identify as Priscilla's opponent. Though the dull roar of the throng of students obscured his words, his attitude was plainly discernible from the look on his face. “Now might not be a good time for Robert,” he advised as he sat down. “He's having girl problems of some sort or another.” Immediately upon returning to a sitting position, he noticed that he and Gren were alone. The furry white ears of Shiro had apparently vacated the premises while the guardian had been searching for his sparring partner. “Where...?” A loud clatter answered his question. Abel's eyes widened in disbelief as he spotted Shiro perched upon a table a few spaces over, menaced by none other than his own team's leader. He was struck by conflicting anger and embarrassment for his teammates. In his eyes, the cat really shouldn't have made such a scene of himself, but at the same time if he wanted to do it, he should be able to do so without nearly getting his arteries slit by the person in charge of him. As it was, Abel simply sat, eyebrows compressed, lips slightly peeled back, and teeth shut tight in a look of consternation. He happened to meet the eyes of a slender, black-haired, bow-wearing girl not far off who shared a similar expression. Clearly the guardian wasn't the only one that Shiro's stunt made embarrassed for his sake. What surprised him more was when someone took Shiro up on his offer. Striding toward SASG's table came a cloaked kid in deep red with a mat of dark hair on a mostly-shaved head. Sapphire's opponent he recalled. Was that why she had been with him instead of her own team? Abel flinched when Shiro pointed out his table, but came up with a casual wave. His attention was diverted by the arrival of Indigo and his questions. “Yep, Abel. Nice t'meet you two. Steak?” Abel was determined to keep the situation from becoming awkward. -=-=- Ozpin paced back and forth, deep in thought. Comparatively, Ms. Goodwitch was a statue, though her emerald-green eyes held even more of a critical note then usual. They were focused on the four young people standing in front of her, probing them, analyzing them, even the one scantily clad. This continued for a few moments, before Ozpin made up his mind and turned. “Amaranth Desire, Benjamin Lloyd, Sangue Naga, Trad Oak. It is not lightly that I've made this decision. Ten days ago, the four of you were washouts. There are those who pass the entrance exams for Beacon, and there are those who failed. You failed to make the cut.” A tense moment passed. The expression on Ozpin's face softened ever-so-slightly. “But that didn't stop you. Beacon or no, the four of you banded together, and two nights ago you did something that puts most of the events of the initiation ceremonies to shame. You rushed to the site of the reported Grimm attack, saved dozens of civilians, and held off the uprising of Grimm long enough for team CPLT and the VPD to show up and take over. A heroic act even for seniors, and here you are.” "That is why you four are hereby admitted to Beacon Academy as Team BAST, led by Benjamin Lloyd, who I believe acted as leader during the incident anyway. You've been given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here. Do not make my disappointed in my choice to bend the rules. Lunch is underway, so head inside and have a meal before your lives as students of Beacon truly begin. Dismissed.” Goodwitch watched them go. “This is a bad idea,” she declared as the door to the dimly-lit office closed. “A self-proclaimed hero, a snake, a slacker, and a hussy, who happened to be in the right place at the right time. We have entrance exams for a reason!” Ozpin breathed in and out, readjusting his glasses. He tapped the edge of his desk with his cane. “Yes. It is time to see if they are accurate.”

[Lucius Cypher]

Gren only smirked as he heard crashing behind him. Shiro at least made sure to catch their attention. As he worked negotiations Gren pulled out yet another bag of meat, a whopping twenty pound sack of cubed steak. He wasn't kidding when he said he had brought too much. Though these weren't marinated, though he hoped the others liked beef anyways. The first to arrive as Oswald, Sapphire's opponent. Neither of them were in the best of shape during their match up so their spar was rather basic. "Greetings. How do you like your meat?" The next to arrive was Indigo. He greeted Gren and made a joke which Gren identified as a masturbation joke. Not really his cup of tea, now puns... "Oh don't worry, I can handle myself pretty well. Though I should hand it to you for your ingenuity. I fingered that you were going to be a fun opponent. How do you like your meat?" With so many people coming Gren was going to need to bigger grill. Luckily he had just the thing for it. Pulling The God Eater off his back Gren fired off a few blank shots to heat it up. When it got sufficiently hot enough he laid The God Eater flat on it's side so he could grill more meat on the side of it's searing hot gun barrels. "Come on now, meats only good for today. I'd hate to toss it out after all the effort to get it."

[Kaithas]

IC: Amaranth sighed, her hand twitching involuntarily as she and the rest of the newly minted team Bastion walked out of the Headmaster's office. She felt... exposed for the first time in her life. They were the rejects, and it didn't take a genius to figure that out. None of them had uniforms, they hadn't been around for the first part of the day... It wasn't difficult. Ordinarily, Amy wouldn't complain about the uniform situation, but it was just another thing separating her from the rest of the school. At least she had thought to wear her toboggan hat today, she thought, pulling it down over her ears–and her feathers. Isolation, isolation she could deal with. But... for the rest of the school year all four of them would have to be on their toes. Because any tripping up... and team Bastion would be as dead as the Grimm that Unchained Fury had torn apart.

[Jangel13]

Robert is not the what you think. Yes Rayna may sound mean but she's not insulting Pricilla. If she was I'd tell her to screw off and leave us alone before I would make her leave, but she's just giving Pricilla advice." Greyson said to Robert wanting to calm him before he did anything stupid that he would regret. In all honesty Greyson would never hit a woman but neither would he ever let anyone hurt the feelings of the girl he cared about. Right now Greyson was thinking about how Pricilla would react to Rayna's "constructive criticism"

[Krayzikk]

Well. That was unexpected. When he washed out of the entrance exam, Benjamin fully believed that that was the end of it. It would have been worse, too, because it would have been his own fault. His reluctance to use his ace up the sleeve nearly lost him his chance at being a hunter. Now, though, he had another chance. He didn't expect to get it, and he still expected to wake up any minute. Starting on the back foot or not, he had a chance. The thought was sobering, too. He knew his reputation was starting with a mark against it, and it wasn't just his reputation anymore. If he screwed up, the rest of them would pay for it, too. So he couldn't screw up. He needed to do his best, even if that meant not always having another trick up his sleeve. Truthfully, there was also the fact that he didn't really know his team all the well. Maybe Ozpin did some team building exercises after the entrance exam or something, but he'd (obviously) missed them. Ben had ended up working with them mostly by chance, and there hadn't been an excessive amount of time to talk since then. He was acutely aware of the girl, probably older than him, with a decidedly nonstandard sense of fashion walking near him. Amy. The other guy on the team, probably same age, maybe a little younger. Trad. And Sangue, the other girl who was probably older than him. And seemed to have one arm. From the look on Goodwitch's face, she wasn't happy about having a team of exam rejects walking around. He had a bad feeling they'd see that expression again, and not just on her face. Well. One more obstacle to overcome. "So, schedule says we're supposed to be in lunch. If I remember how we got to Oz's office right, that'd be down the stair, and to the left, right?"