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Cool. I'll get started on my app then.
Ooh, I love RWBY!

Can we reserve weapons for our chars to use when we complete their apps? If so, then shotgun on a longbow/chainsaw fusion.
@Drakey

I was actually intending for my fallen angel to have more of a mid-ground alignment. Sure, the corruption is definitely there in her heart, but she's yet to decide whether to go full-blown villain or not.

That said, sure; our chars can be frens in the mean-time. Perhaps my angel will learn something from your guy's perspective.
@Lady Hestia Forgot to tag you earlier when I asked my question in the interest check thread. If that explains why you didn't answer it, then my bad, but here it is again as a reminder:

So... I was thinking about making a shy fallen angel who enrolled into the academy because she has nowhere else to go.

How much of that could be made to work for this setting?


So... I was thinking about making a shy fallen angel who enrolled into the academy because she has nowhere else to go.

How much of that could be made to work for this setting?
Sure, I'll throw my hat into the ring.



Granoda knew she should've opposed the idea of Noelle driving the cart more vocally. The fact that Noelle fell asleep at the wheel and crashed the cart didn't surprise Granoda at all. How she managed to get to B-rank despite such a heavy flaw in her ethics, Granoda had no idea; and even trying to speculate would wrack her brain into oblivion. She could only hope that Noelle proved competent when it counted. In any case, Granoda was surprised by the amount of damage that the cart had taken from the crash as a result of Noelle's negligence.

'How flimsy does that thing have to be to take that kind of hit from running into a tree of all things? Bloody hell...' Granoda shook her head in disgust, "Alright, someone take over for Madam Sleepalot. I don't care who..."

...

Sure enough, Lumi had presumably volunteered to take over cart-directing duties, and no problems had arose since then... as far as running off the road and colliding into anything went, that was. As they drew closer and closer to the village that they were meant to be, however, a mysterious fog had enveloped the area around everyone, preventing everyone from seeing more than five meters ahead at a time. The timing of this fog was highly suspicious; and if the threats Maya told Granoda had any truth behind them, now would be the time for those threats to come into play. Every fiber of Granoda wanted to wake Noelle the hell up... but at the same time, this was her chance to prove her capabilities as a respectable and effective leader. And if any of the three would give her such an opportunity, willingly or otherwise, Noelle would be the one to do so. That was the one silver lining to a field of black clouds. Granoda rallied the others.

"Alright lassies... and Grisia too, listen up!" she called, "As I'm sure most have you have noticed by now, this fog has gotten so thick that we can't see much of anything. It's at this state of reduced visibility in which our package would be at its most vulnerable, so we'll need to assume a defensive formation. Usually when I get people into formation, I'd have some at the front, some on each side and some at the back. However, if you'd each rather assume position near one corner of the wagon, that will also be acceptable in this situation. But whatever you do, stay vigilant and do not break formation until this fog clears up; it's only a surefire way to get whoever we're meant to escort killed. Now then, if anyone has any questions... preferably not involving why I've taken leadership over Noelle for the moment, then speak up now."

As Granoda finished her rousing speech, a long whistle resonated throughout the fog. The rattling of wood, steel, and rock seemed to pierce the grating whistle. Just as unprovoked as it appeared, the noise silenced itself. There was only one thing that could be gleamed from the noise - it was getting closer.


This field trip to Randgriz just kept getting better and better. One day Ezekiel had a blast around the city with the busty girl, who'd gotten to know as Eris, the old guy who he'd known as Evan and the flat-chested girl that was Linda, and the next he was tasked to see to his own Black Ops mission. Well... "his own" wouldn't be the correct choice of words, since the whole squad had to partake in it and Ezekiel certainly wasn't the leader of said squad. Cpl. Hunt had everyone partner up and meet up with this dude in a shady tavern, and at first, Ezekiel was between partnering with the lancer girl that showed up earlier, or trying to take a chance with Eris. Thankfully, Eris managed to seek out Ezekiel before he could reach the painstaking decision and, being the lifesaver that she was...

"Would you mind if an old lady like me made you company?" well, Ezekiel would never have considered Eris "old" per se, "We still have a bit of time and I know a great ice cream parlor that's right in the way between here and our rendezvous point."

"Ice-cream?!" Ezekiel piped up for a second, but the smile vanished from his face within the second it appeared as he bit his lip and inhaled, "Ooooh, and now I wish I didn't need those goddamned shoes, ugh. Immediate regret."

He shook his head as this reminded him of his less-than-stellar experience with the shoe store. While the two girls were still trying out new clothes, Ezekiel had already paid for his and was already on his way to that shoe store that Eris had recommended earlier... except he couldn't find any pair of shoes that were cheap enough, and had to resort to a painfully lengthy haggle with the woman at the teller just so he could ultimately afford what he wanted. And even that drained most of what was left, leaving only about 200 Ducats for this day in particular. Ezekiel hadn't the slightest recollection of how much ice-cream normally costed, and he'd feel bad if he had to haggle for ice-cream of all things. He could only hope that those oh-so-expensive shoes were worth the price...

"Maybe it'd be best if we skip the ice-cream and just head straight to this bar," Ezekiel decided.

...

Sure enough, Eris and Ezekiel had made it to the tavern, and in due time as well. Ezekiel had definitely thought about asking the barkeeper for a drink and seeing what he'd get in return, if anything. The last time he did this, he'd gotten a glass of orange juice... which the owner of the orphanage had to pay for, much to her disapproval with the boy. In any case, he stayed with the rest of the squad for the moment, and learnt more about this Black Ops mission from the guy they were supposed to meet. Apparently the squad was to raid a house that a sextet of spies had been stashing documents integral to the Gallian Army's Intelligence Division, and retrieve those documents as well as the spies if they were able. Photos were laid out for the squad to identify what the spies looked like, but they looked to be taken from an abnormal angle. Ezekiel had the perfect question for this "Christian Dahl", and it was right on the tip of his tongue.

"So have you guys at Intel found anything about where these people are from, exactly? Are they... Imperials? Federation? Rouge Gallians, possibly?" Ezekiel shrugged his soldiers at this last one; it was hard to imagine a country who an inhabitant would turn his or her back on right when it needed all the able-bodied fighters it could get, but he didn't deny the possibility that someone would be that cruel, "And if they come from all over Europa, are you able... and willing, mind you, to tell us who's from where?"
I'm hoping to post tonight. Hopefully I can keep my schedule clear for it :/
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