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RWBY - Return to Niflheim

Nahbi was tired. She was tired, sore, and hungry, but most of all, she was proud. Not many could say they were strong enough (or stupid enough) to run away from home, cross through miles of grimm-infested terrain, and make it to their destination in one piece. She'd been on the move for almost a week, getting lifts from sketchy-looking strangers and trekking for hours on end when the territory got too dangerous for even the most foolhardy driver to chauffeur her. Nahbi wiped a gloved hand across her forehead.

It should be noted that Nahbi had never actually seen a real grimm before deciding to venture out on her own to the new hunter academy. She'd seen them on TV before, sure, and they were constant characters in her dreams (which usually ended with Nahbi slaying them oh-so heroically) but Nahbi had never actually been exposed to the monsters that haunted so many lives. Four days into her journey, though, it finally happened. A great flying grimm gave a screech and swooped after her. Nahbi almost died. Actually, first she almost wet herself, then she almost died. But by some miracle (or sheer dumb luck) she'd actually managed to kill it. Never mind that it was just a little butterfly-like monster, she was damn proud. And hey, grimm of all kinds were dangerous, right? Nahbi still hadn't come down from the high. The rest of her journey had been more or less uneventful: she'd used whatever energy she'd had left to borrow (steal) a lightly used (absolute wreck) small airship to travel across the ocean to get to her destination. She hadn't thought to borrow the instruction manual for it, though. But hey, she was smart, right? She could figure out how to fly an old rust bucket. If nothing else, her semblance made falling to her death a non-issue. Of course, it didn't protect her from dying in a fiery crash, however.

A giggle bubbled out of her as she saw the high walls of her destination shudder into view. The journey had been… bumpy to say the least, and there'd been a few near-misses when she couldn't figure out the difference in controls between pulling up and a nose-dive, but she was finally here: Gram. She would've jumped up and down if she weren't so exhausted, and struggling to not crash and burn just meters in front of her goal. Instead, she just pushed forward, the meager cluster of buildings looking as grand to her as the looming towers of Beacon Academy had once been to so many others. Various grimm were milling about outside the walls, but Nahbi wasn't (very) scared. They probably shuddered in fear at the sight of her great airship! Plus, there were supposed to be lots of powerful hunters at Gram. They could take care of these pesky little monsters no problem, right? Heck, Nahbi herself was practically a certified huntress at this rate!

Caught up in her delusions of grandeur, Nahbi didn't notice when the walls of Gram suddenly got… too close than they should've been. She was yanked out of her daydreaming by the urgent beeping of the console in front of her (though that itself wasn't all that noteworthy. It'd been beeping at her for the past hour) and her eyes widened when she saw grey stone walls looming in front of her.

"Uh oh."

She barely remembered to use her semblance to teleport herself on top of the airship's roof before it collided with the walls. Nahbi launched herself off of the ship, barely grabbing onto the wall's ledge. The airship, now without a pilot to steer it (not that Nahbi really counted as a pilot in the first place) rammed into the thick wall, crashing through in a thunderous screech of tearing metal and crumbling stone. The collision ripped through the wall, making it shake at the impact, and Nahbi's fingers were unable to cling to the wall. She teleported again to stand on top of the wall, and kicked off (making sure she landed on the Gram side, rather than the grimm side). Putting as much power into her jump as she could, Nahbi launched herself to the side of the crash, putting as much distance between it and herself as she could. She fell along with the rest of the rubble, landing in a clumsy roll. Disoriented, (that fall was long, and Nahbi's rolls were still far from perfect) Nahbi forced herself to sit up and hold her aching head. She opened her eyes and saw a smattering of people gathered, staring at her, no doubt stunned by her entrance.

She looked to see a gaping hole in the stone wall, the airship's mangled corpse smoking and looking worse than it had when she'd first acquired it… which was actually saying something. A few stray pieces of rubble fell off of what remained of the wall and pinged on the metal as they made their way down. This was… not the best first impression.

Nahbi looked back at the people gathered with a sheepish smile on her face.

"That uh… probably wasn't important, right?"

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Thank god the site's back up :D

The X-Men Academy | School For Gifted Youngsters

Site is working again! So… anyone wanna post?

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WIP
Name: Wes Harper

Age: 22

Appearance: (A description, picture or both.)

Occupation: Cook

Personality: Wes is diplomacy and pleasantries personified. He keeps his cards close to his chest, never letting others know his thoughts or goals, choosing instead to smile and nod to everyone else, subtly pushing his goals forward. Though innately manipulative, this isn't to say that Wes is a bad person; he's fairly moral and compassionate… he just always has an angle.

History: (Be as verbose or as concise as you like, and include anything that we should know about your character. Please keep the trauma to a minimum, and keep in mind that your character should have no experience nor knowledge about magic or magical things.)

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Interested

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Kat's fingers paused in flipping the coin when she saw Ehluria's weird response. Scrunching her eyebrows a bit in confusion, she watched as Ehluria excused herself and practically ran to the bar. She was about to open her mouth and question the other woman when Vidic spoke up. So, he was a mage, eh? Kat still didn't trust him. The air around him was deadly and there was no life in his eyes. If nothing else, she figured, he'd probably be a useful companion in a fight.

The blond elf that had been silent throughout Ernst's and Kat's… exchange finally brought it upon himself to speak up. Cracking a smile at the good captain (apparently) she responded, "Probably won't have to wait long for round two." Gods knew if beggar boy tried to start something with her again, she'd be too happy to work him up.

Then the wolf…thing… spoke, and Kat's attention was pulled towards it. Her question caught her off-guard, though it was an obvious one to ask. What did she plan on doing with the supposed riches they would find? If they even made it that far, which Kat still wasn't betting on. But simply put, Kat didn't care much for money. And she sure didn't give a crap about glory. She had Hel, and they could take care of themselves. Or rather, he could take care of them. But it was with a heavy gnawing in her stomach that she remembered the one truth she'd learned in life: loss is inevitable. Whatever good thing she had with Hel couldn't last forever, and some day Hel would leave her, too.

But if she didn't prepare for it, maybe that day would never come.

It was fool's logic, she knew, but the other option hurt too much to think about. It was this that caused her to reply, "Don't know, don't care. Money's not my thing."

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Kat took another sip of her beer – so kindly payed for by Ernst, she thought with a smirk – when Ehluria walked in and sat down. Looking far too innocent, she replied, "Honestly, I wouldn't know. Maybe he's just tightly wound." But her eyes betrayed her mischief and she hid her smile behind her beer.

Setting down the empty mug (she'd finally finished off the last drop) she reached into her pocket and pulled out one of her silver coins. Kat began with it placed on top of her fingers, and started maneuvering it across her hand, deftly flipping it over her fingers. Originally she'd taken up this practice to make her left hand more usable after losing the right one, but since then, it'd become something of a habit for her when she was bored or nervous.

She watched the silver glint over her dark skin. "Not fond of drinking first thing in the morning like the rest of us?" she asked idly, referring to Ehluria's order. Her voice carried a note of sarcasm, as she wasn't actually one for it herself.

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Kat paused when she heard a voice shouting for quiet and was unsurprised when one of her new companions lumbered down the stairs shortly after. She didn't react when the other woman dropped herself into Ernst's recently vacated chair, and continued eating her apple, until all that was left was the stem. Dropping it on the table, she glanced up at Osla's words.

"I'm not sure farmer John knows what he's gotten himself into," Kat replied with a smirk. She then looked down to Osla's fresh mug of ale. Gesturing with her chin, she said, "Fan of your drink? From the looks of you I'd say you had your fill of that last night." Kat reached for her own mug and, lifting it in a small salute, took her own swig. Kat decided she hated this one less than Ernst. Maybe it was because of her dismissive tone.

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What's interesting is that they actually almost made a connection… before everything got shot down in a hail of gunfire. Oh well, give them room to breathe and other people to interact with, and maybe they won't be at each other's throats next time.

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She has very few moral qualms about anything. Her motivation for things is based on boredom and convenience, and Ernst's probably safe since, while it would quell her boredom, actually going out and doing something to him would be far from convenient. Interesting to see how this relationship plays out~

also lol arms