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Okay, sorry about the delay. Will try to be more quick on the deliver there next time.

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As it turned out, she put up her sharpening too soon. She had assumed that they would be landing in the next minute or two after the announcement...but she still didn't feel the airship descending at all. Seemed she had jumped the gun and now her restless energy had no output. Cinis was a woman of action. She often had trouble staying still or content when she had no task to occupy her energy. Patients, outside of a fight at least, had never been a strong suite of hers. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sheathed sword, her fingers drumming restlessly on the smooth surface. She had been sitting still for too long and had to burn some energy or she was going to burst into flames.

But there wasn't much in the way of options for her to do anything really, even if they were not yet landing they would be in the very near future. She had already put up her weapon maintenance gear into her pack and getting out again simple to put it right back up once they did land didn't sit well with her herself of productivity. She turned away for the view. They were so high up the ground below them hardly seemed to be moving at all and the perceived slow pace maddened her restless spirit further. She decided then she needed to stretch her legs, walking about the cabin was better than standing still wishing for something to do.

The raven haired girl began to carefully walk her way about the ship's cabin. She had to take extra care. While the ship wasn't overly crowded she did have shield strapped to her back that was nearly as tall as her and almost as wide of two of her put together. She was well used to its size and weight so moving with it was not a problem to her anymore, but maneuvering a crowd without jostling anyone was something of a challenge at times. Especially a group as distracted and excited as hunters and huntresses in training about to arrive at school.

While she walked she took in her peers, wondering who among these many students would be her team members. It was impossible to say, and foolish to place hopes for anyone specific. Especially since she didn't know any of them. While she was going to Beacon that was partly because she wanted away from her home while she trained for a better chance at a fresh start. Everyone she knew was still in Mistral. And even when she had been training at Sanctum she hadn't been the most social. She didn't really know anyone here she realized with a odd moment of loneliness. Her brothers and sisters, her only real friends, were all back home. She pushed the thought away and refocused on looking about the cabin.

That when she noted a young man with a mask getting horribly close to a sleeping fellow. She frowned slightly, she didn't know what exactly was happening but she knew it wasn't polite to be that close to someone, much less disturb a sleeping individual. she re settled herself, carefully near a reading woman and decided to observe what happened between them. If things looked like trouble perhaps she would intervene.

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Likewise, uncle crow is likely the scarecrow and James ironwood is the tinman.

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-Regards shipping posts-

Oh my, that is a rather obvious ship. How about we see how they interact befor picking out ship names and curtains ~_^

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As the holographic greeting played out Cinis couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in an expression of mild skepticism. Well that had certainly been...different. She had expected something more formal? or better prepared. She rather hoped that didn't set the tone for the rest of her year, she wasn't sure she could bear it with out potential outbursts of frustration. And hat would be most unbecoming of a aspiring huntress. Never the less, that greeting meant they were nearly there. Time to get ready to land. She lifted her sword and checked the blade, making sure her work was finished to her satisfaction. With a swift practiced motion she slipped the blade back into its sheath and stood, giving her whole body a stretch after the time spent sitting down. She turned to look out the window and admire the sights. She was a long way from home, and she honestly liked it that way.

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for obvious reasons Diana is going to be a crappy partner for anyone, but I think that out of all of them she'd get along best with Cinis, mostly because they both would prefer to stay out of eachother's way, that's just my opinion though

@Madninja324

I would be down for that team up.

Hunting for your Dreams! [Thanatos and Kiltman]

As he aproched her, those others around scatered, as any sane person would do when confonted with such a intensly bad smell. Ivy managed to hold her ground but her scowl deepen. Not so much out of anger bout out of a natural reaction to the stench and trying not to lose her lunch. She remained silent, staring intently at the boy as if trying to glare the reminder into his brain that he smelt like the inside of a garbage truck. When he blessedly remembered the reason she had spoken to him in the first place and applied the high-powered deodorizer to his body she took in a deep, loud, gasp of air. "Oh my god that took you long enough to get to. Geez, you weren't kidding when your not used to remembering this kind of stuff." She found that a rather curious fact. The circles she had grown up in had never been exactly the gentlest bunch, so she had seen her fair share of unkempt men and women... but there was always a certain aspect of class required among the upper tiers of them, and she had spent just as much time with the bosses as the brutes.

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand at his question about the tattoos "Careful care, and the occasional touch up keeps them fading out or distorting." This lad was fishy, and she wasn't just talking about the smell. The boy was clearly uninitiated by the dangerous people all around. Sure, neither was she, but she had stared by some of the toughest men in her fathers service. Thugs were like family to her. Plus she was sure more than a few in the crowd recognized the significance of the tattoos on her right side. And he so casually caring such a odd tool. Not a traditional weapon, though if it could go through stone all day she supposed it men and armor was little deterrent to it. "Smelled to me that you aren't used to doing it yearly! Don't worry about it that junk, cleaning is a common curtsy to yourself and to others! If I had to go through the entire exam having to smell you like that I don't I would have wanted to stick it through the whole thing." she said turning her head to look out to the crowd. -Okay, conversation over kid. you don't stink to high heaven and I'm free to focus on the test. Now run along and get lost.- she thought to herself, assuming her body language would indicate she didn't plan one continuing a dialogue.

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Among the hustle and bustle of the excited students, eager to admire the view or get to know there fellow future classmates, a gentle rasping noise could be heard. It repeated at rhythmic almost meditative pace. Those who cared to find the source of this add noise would find Cinis Vulcan doing what she often did when she didn't have much else to do. She worked on her sword. The young woman's dark eyes were focused only on the blade in her lap, and the careful yet firm motion of her sharpening stone. The Gladius was an old family weapon, and she took great care in keeping it battle ready. She supposed that anywhere else she'd be an intimidating sight. A young woman so casually and expertly honing the edge of her blade as if she had violence in mind. But here, among this crowd, she was just another student. The thought made her smile a little. It would be nice, in a way, to get away from her family and their reputation for a time. She couldn't walk the streets of her home town these days with getting some unpleasant looks from someone. But here, the name of 'Vulcan' would care less weight. Her smile turned a bit rueful. ~Not that I intend to hid my family name. That's why your here right? To whip away your parents folly with your valor. To make the Vulcan family name once more stand for something worthy of your history.- She could only hope it was as easy to do as it was to think. From there, her thoughts turned to her team. She was...apprehensive at the random selection process that academy tended to use. But they had all been accepted, surly they'd all be as serious and determined to be master hunters and huntresses as she was.

Hunting for your Dreams! [Thanatos and Kiltman]

Ivy K Raven

Name: Ivy Katrina Raven

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Appearance:
Ivy's body is covered with tattoos. Well it would be more accurate to say two large tattoos. unconventional for one so young, but her family is far from conventional and it was her decision to get them. All along the left side of her body is a set of twisting winding thorny vines like that of a rose bush, with a few scattered roses among them. On her right side are various silhouettes of black birds, Likewise these are in various sizes and cover the majority of her right half of her body. Both tattoos stop short of her neck, wrists, and ankles. The rest of her body is presumable covered in that tattoos.

Hunter info for later in the game

Hunter Type: She refers to herself as a battle hunter, one who's goal is to find and defeat worthy foes and overcome great challenges. Despite that she is widely thought of as a criminal hunter as her quest for combat often has her beating down wanted, violent criminals. It is not a bad way to pay the bills after all.

Nen Type: Emission

Nen abilities: Bitter Unkindness: Ivy can create up to 8 Nen-constructs in the form of large black birds. Primary detail and restrictions of Bitter unkindness are as such: Each one comes from one of the tattoo's on her right arm. She can make no more than 8 at a time or in a row, and after one is 'used' in one of several fashions it 'returns' to her arm and can't be used again until all the others have been returned as well. This of it as a gun with 8 shots that can only be reloaded once all shots are fired. The reloading time for BU is two minutes even, she can shorten it to a single minute if allowed to stay still and focused solely on it.

Each construct she makes resemble ravens but is roughly the size of a red tail hawk. She can manipulate them individually, though when she has all 8 out and active she must stand perfectly still to move them with any decent level of speed or precision. They are very solid, their wings are able to cut like a razor and their bodies can pierce through stone. They are, at the end of the day, a form of pricing projectile attack. She can fright with then in a couple of different ways. Once they hit a target or are struck with significant force they dissipate and return to her tattoo to await the reloading processes.

'Chambered mode' is rather obvious. The nen focuses about her arm and a pair of 8 small ethereal wings appear along it. At this point all 8 constructs are armed and ready to fire. In this mode she can only fire them in a straight line from her open palm. this is when her Ravens are at their fastest and her arm is basically an 8 shot cannon.

'Flight Mode' she summons the construct fully formed, 1 to 8 at a time. The overall speed with which they can move depends on the number she is summoning. After 4 her own speed and mobility will become effected. At 8 she has to remain more or less still as she controls them. In this form they have the widest mobility and versatility, able to be used as shields, decoys, or unpredictable attacks. They can even perform simple tasks as well. such as searching for things or guarding a location.

'Sky Don' Only available to her if she has not used a single one of her shots and using it will result the consumption of most of her power. She uses the energy of all 8 shots to make a single construct roughly the size of her. She can have it fight for her, it able to do the most amount of damage compared to all 8 of her birds combined. It can actually engage in proper combat rather than deadly kamikaze's like her normal construct, but it's kamikaze is bar far the most deadly move she has. Alternatively she can hop on it's back for travel or to flee. either way, after about an hour or after it has been 'used' it'll dissipate and she'll only have enough nen for about 2 rounds of 8 and if skyboss wasn't enough to end the fight than theirs a good chance that the remaining rounds won't do her much good. Given that choice, fight or flight, This is an all or nothing move,

Personality: Ivy is rough around the edges to say the least. Hot blooded and hard headed, the key word anyone would use to describe the young woman would be aggressive. She has more courage than common sense. That's not to say that Ivy dumb, she just prefers to listen to her gut and her hot temper more than her brain. The only things she values as much as her quest for glorious battle is loyalty and respect. Cross either of the latter two and you'll likely find yourself engaged in the former.

History: Ivy is the only child of a influential mob boss in a collection of mafia families known as the 'Chimera Alliance'. They are named such because each of the Dons has taken some manner of creature as their last name. An old, large, and powerful group of crime lords, Ivy was slated and trained to one day take her father's place as a don. Though the older she grew the more she was sure that wasn't the path she wished for herself.

What she truly loved was combat, her favorite activities were the fighting lessons she had and better yet, employing those techniques on worthy foes. Eventually this drive for combat lead her to leave the family and peruse the path of a Hunter.

Hunting for your Dreams! [Thanatos and Kiltman]

As if in response to his rhetorical question, something struck him in the back of the head. Not with the kind of force to do him any real harm, but enough to sting for a minute or two. It clanked to the ground with metallic sound and rolled around to and settled about his feet. a small aerosol can that said 'Stank-away' on it. It was shortly followed by a exasperated voice from the same direction it had been flung from. "It's because you stink like a corpse!" said a young, clearly feminine voice. "Maybe if you empty that whole can of deodorant on yourself you'll smell approachable at least."

The can of body spray and the blunt words came from a young girl. Pail red hair, almost pastel in appearance, pulled back into a short, high pony tail, the bangs not long enough to reach into the tail hanging haphazardly around her face. She was dressed practically, a buttoned up short sleeve shirt and well fitted leather shorts. despite looking barely older than Eustace, she stood out in a few more significant ways than the rest of the older crowd about her. most obvious were her tattoos. Along her left arm and leg were depictions of vicious looking vines with scattered rose blossoms here and there, whose petals were nearly the exact color as her hair. On the right side were the images of black birds, of various sizes that appeared to be places as if they were flying in a pattern of some sort, though the reason for the placement was impossible go guess, the placement seemed deliberate. The next thing that stood out was the 8 knives visibly hanging from her belt. For on each side. 6 were smaller, likely for throwing or utility, and a pair were larger clearly meant for close quarters combat. Thirdly, she had a intense scowl-like exception that was the equal to any hard hide thug in the hundreds that surrounded them, it seemed so natural on her face that it was easy to imagine she was born with such a casually angry expression.

She sat near by, with her personal bag half unzipped she was rummaging through it mumbling to her self. "Hang on, if that ain't enough, I think I got some air-freshener in here, maybe the one to punch of cleaner will keep us all from puking up out lunch before the examine starts." she continued to pull things out of her pack, Bar of soap, bottle of water, even a dry shampoo of all things. All the while she was mumbling about how 'she spent all this time getting here and the first real obstetrical is some kids rancid BO.