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@GreenGoat@HereComesTheSnow

Ground Level, In Front of Harumi's Apartment Building - District 7

"George can't make it," replied the teenage girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of 'Hat-chan' after a quick glance at her smartphone. "So you try liftin' it solo, Kara-han."

The arrival of another teen however, caught the small blonde's attention. Shifting her delivery cap for a moment to protect her better from the glare of the Sun, she waved in greeting to Harumi, a small smile present on her face.

"We're just delivering a package to somebody who lives here," she explained, accent returning to Tokyo standard, with even the slightest hints of her native Kansai disappearing. A small thought seemed to strike her, and her eyes brightened. "Oh, do you live here too? If so, are you familiar with a Miss Hazama?"
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong

If she were to compare herself and everybody else to superheroes, then it was obvious that there would be supervillains for them to fight, right? Or in other words, every hero needed to oppose a monster, an omen of the unnatural that needed to be defeated in order for the peaceful status quo to continue. Keeping something with bad juju around was just going to portent the downfall of everything that was "good", so that was why they had stepped up. Then that meant it was the reverse, didn't it? The aliens that called this strange, ethereal dreamworld home had chosen to infringe upon human lands by taking away those kids, so it was necessary for them to act.

A superhero didn't need a supervillain to fight. It was the supervillain that needed a superhero to defeat.

Grendel appeared before Beowulf, didn't he?

There wasn't any chance for the ragtag group of human folks she was with to fight those nasty-looking fellows though, thanks to the Dorm Mouse's intervention. Meredith didn't say it out loud, but she was definitely relieved about that. Her arms had tensed at their arrival, beads of sweat having run down her back at the sudden pressure they exuded. They frightened her. They were scary. She had wanted to run away, to go find somewhere to hide when thrown into a fight with these weird creatures.

Even though she wanted to do something to help save the kids.

That was why, when all she needed to do was deal with, like, the grunts of the lot, she was more confident.

Strangely confident.

They were monsters. Disgusting-looking creatures that should've - would've inspired some sort of fear and loathing inside of her.

But they didn't.

Meredith breathed in, casually spinning the oar around in a hand.

Why was that?

Ah, because she knew exactly what she was going to do.

Exactly how things would pan out.

"Persona, right?"

That feeling seemed unnatural, yet natural, at the same. It filled her like helium expanded out to give a balloon shape. It was reassuring, awe-inspiring, something that she could totally describe as power incarnate. And it was her. Or maybe not her. The entity that hissed deep beneath her skin was a familiar presence, but there was still something different to it.

Ah, that was right.

It wanted to be free.

——— It wanted to destroy.

And at that moment, she and it were of the same mind.

Of one goal.

"Ennill, Rhiannon."

With the sound of flapping feathers, the inhuman being ripped detached itself from her body, emerging from Meredith in a single thunderclap of noise, like the hooves of a racehorse. Its crimson, eerily womanlike eyes glared down at the monsters that sought to destroy them.

<She> would return the favour first.

Black mist coalesced around <her>. Meredith swung her oar, striking an unfortunate beast. And the mist followed, rushing down the oar to envelop the Shadow in its cold, bitter embrace. It had no time to scream. The darkness crushed it in an instant, and soon, Meredith's eyes were sweeping across the battlefield, looking for the next foe.

"Let's get along, Rhiannon."
@GarlandDaHero@Shiyonichi@Plank Sinatra@Krayzikk

Connacht Airspace, Earth

Adam's surprise attack made contact with his opponent, but not in the way he intended. The aggressive Divine Crusader had noticed the swinging chakram barely in time, the sharp edges of the Huckebein's weapon instead biting into its right side, only stopped from cutting through the cockpit by its missile arm crunching down, disabling both one of its weapons and halting Adam's strike, breaking apart the chakram. However, it was clear that the victor of that exchange was the UTX pilot, a fact that the Lion was immediately aware of. And for that reason, its engines cut themselves off, dropping the Lion downwards to the surface of the river in an attempt to bring Adam to a watery death. A seat ejected from the cockpit as the AM fell, the parachuting pilot having chosen to sacrifice her machine to defeat a worthy opponent.

Corinne finished off the last Lion with her shot, the enemy pilot unable to keep up with the specs of Mao Industries' newest mass production prototype. They did not even have the time to eject, their body likely disintegrated by the beam that lanced straight through the AM's cockpit, shutting the machine down in an instant.

It fell towards the river, crashing against the surface with an uneventful thud.

They would join Sionann in her grave.

To the Landlion pilots, Hazel's movements could be considered inhuman. The latent Psycodriver potential that the quiet young woman possessed gave her an edge, her T-Link Rippers zipping across the river in a manner that was entirely unexpected. Her opponent had never fought a Psycodriver in battle, and that simple lack of experience proved to be the Landlion's downfall. It was sliced apart, exploding into a deadly conflagration that also forced its partner off-course.

That one Landlion took a second to realign itself, firing another railgun shot at Hazel. Another Landlion broke from the advancing pack to join its comrade, but this one dropped beneath the surface of the river (an action repeated by those moving in the direction of the Loch as well), choosing to zoom towards the Gespenst by moving along the riverbed. They had become desperate, ready to stop the obstacle to their goals at the lake where the Institute had set camp.

Anju's opponent was equally fast. They were both Guarlions, after all. And its pilot, a DC veteran like Anju, could tell exactly what the UTX pilot's plan was. If she sought to take out his Tesla Drive, then he would not give her the opportunity. His Guarlion was enveloped in light, its shoulders crackling with energy as it charged straight towards Anju, Break Field fully active.

Would her blade be stronger, or would his charge succeed?

On the other half of the battlefield, another of the DC Lions had fallen, while the Guarlion was on the retreat as the rest of Maine Team harried on. Victory seemed to be coming quickly to the combined Federation force, and two of the Irish Lions were breaking off from the attack to leave Maine 1 and his two wingmen to dance with the DC Guarlion, ready to assist Hazel in her chase of the Landlions.

They didn't make it.

Two loud blasts rang out across the Irish countryside.

The two unfortunate Maine Team Lions were, in a moment, no longer there. Only bits and pieces of metal bordering large holes.

As they fell to the Earth, three new enemy IFFs appeared on their radars. Appearing from nowhere, as if they had simply teleported into view.

To the east were three shapes. Two black-coloured Barrelions, floating menacingly in the air.

Two railgun projectiles emerged from their direction, piercing through the remaining two basic Lions on Maine Team.

They flanked another AM, jet black in colour.

A red cross had been painted across its chest.

A Guarlion Custom.

Red eyes flashed.

Victory Condition: Destroy all enemies.
Defeat Condition: Any UTX unit shot down. Maine 1 shot down.
Battle Mastery: Steal the Guarlion Custom.
@endwaar@Plank Sinatra
PHILIA VON EINZBERN
Interior, Stephansplatz, Vienna

"None is necessary."

The purpose of Philia's visit to the Church had been completed. She had established a working relationship with the Roman Catholic representatives that, while flimsy, had provided her with an opportunity to discover whether or not there was a Lesser Grail candidate present within the city. Maintaining at least a neutral relationship with the ritual overseers was important if she were to act more freely in the Austrian capital. It was one obstacle that could be removed, particularly as the Romans were likely to be a source of trouble if her goals were to oppose theirs.

That however, was something she sought to minimise.

With the Einzberns in such a reduced state, any conflict between her and the Church was unlikely to end in her favour. Thus, she would have to work within the established rules of the ritual if any chance of success was to appear. The warning the Sister had given simply verbalised that understanding.

Philia would have to act carefully when investigating Hietzing.

"Your assistance has been appreciated," she said succinctly, nodding politely at the Sister. "Farewell."

Archer, we will depart.

The homunculus turned and left for the doors, Servant following closely behind.
@HereComesTheSnow@GreenGoat

Ground Level, In Front of Harumi's Apartment Building - District 7

When the purple entity known to his only friend by the moniker of "Kara-han" approached the provided meeting point, he would notice that his host, the teenaged girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan", was sitting on a curb next to a trolley upon which a heavy-looking package sat. She was lackadaisically stretching her arms out, aimlessly gazing upon the street in wait.

Upon sighting the grapesque appearance of her compatriot, however, her amber eyes seemed to light up under the brim of her delivery hat, and the short teenager bounced up, throwing Kara-han a wave.

"Ovah 'ere, Kara-han!"
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong

It really was a bizarre land that she had been propelled her into. So much was happening, and so incredibly quickly at that. It was almost too much for a girl to keep up with. No time to become fully acquainted with the strange geopolitics of this alien world. No time to learn more about the benefactors/kidnappers/hosts who had called upon them for help. No time to even mourn.

The last thought was a sobering one. Meredith wasn't somebody who always dwelled on the negativeness in life, but that had been a kid who was simply ... gone. Just like that. It really hit home how unwelcoming this dream-like existence was. There shouldn't have been a reason for children to be here in the first place, right? They were supposed to be doing little bratty things safely and annoying their parents like she had done back when she was like, ten.

They weren't supposed to be stuck here with the monsters.

And that was what the P3 Syndrome had forced them into.

Meredith looked down at the strange contraption in her hands.

A simple, shiny thing that, if she'd understood those aliens correctly, would become a weapon with a squeeze.

She turned it over, its surface cool to her touch.

Just a squeeze, and she'd have ... powers, right? Like out of the movies.

Like a superhero.

She wanted to help some kids out. Maybe this would give her a chance.

"Here it goes."

Meredith squeezed, and the contraption transformed. It stretched itself out, elongating into a long, black shaft. At one end was a rounded, semi-rectangular shape, one that seemed to cut through the air with quiet ease, dividing the aether like it would the seas. Well-balanced and comfortably within her grip, its identity took a few more seconds to divine.

"Ah, it's an oar."
Dust Applications - Lecture Hall I707

Lesson number one of working with Dust, above all else, is and always will 'safety first'. It can be pretty volatile stuff if you don't know what you're doing, so a healthy, tekul respect for its dangers is a must if you don't wanna get a real hard wallapin' from what should be pointed at hordes of Grimm rather than you or your mates. So lucky for me, I didn't need to look like a right daft git who wanted to do a Toontown impression to grab all the kids' attentions. Not that I'd have forgotten safety regs for my own course or anything. You're definitely not that big of a dunderhead yet, Teàrlag!

Still, lighting a hand on fire bloody hurts, you know? Pulling off a trick like that with Dust means you need to hide it somewhere on your body, and when it goes off, the fleshy human bits aren't going to be out of range. 'Tis just a scratch though; nothing that I haven't suffered the horrible ravages of (exaggeration) before, and it looks like none of the students seem to have gotten the scoobie on what I just did. But they're all looking at me; they're concentrating; they're paying attention. Oi oi, was a bit of fancy Dustplay that exciting to you folks? It's not that I'm not unhappy or anything that the demonstration was a success, but that was a lotta bang for its buck, wasn't it?

I guess kids like their explosions more than blethering about.

Most of them do, at least.

One of the brats - that same luchadora lass who ran away with my jacket on family day (@Ryonara)- is already doing her own thing and playing around with Dust. I'm contractually obligated to bump my gums before you can get started on anything, you know? It's sorta rude to already go ahead before I get on with the rest of the script. All those fees you're paying are going to waste right now!

So it's my job as a teacher to save her from the crushing despair of high-interest loans (they're bloody awful unless you're an Atlesian and can afford a pet Faunus) by calling out to her. "Miss - " I pause for the slightest of seconds as I recall that quine's name. Not because I'd forgotten or anything. I'm proud of the work I put into memorising their names and photos when I got their class list. "- Guan Yue. You can work with the Dust tags later."

That's some stuff she can play around with in her personal time. The time all my students will have at Beacon is limited, only a pucklie of one's lifespan, so they needed to make the most of it. Not just take it easy and think this is time to bludge. Not when every wee bit counts to their life expectancy. It's a memo they should all be getting.

"Moving along, does anybody know what I just did?"

I'd expected some of them to be having a chaynage day, but surprisingly, a bubbly bonnie (@Plank Sinatra) popped up immediately from the back, waving a hand around enthusiastically. Except -

"Scuse me! 'Ello! You used a powder form of fire Dust to create a reaction first, and then a hidden score of ice Dust as a reaction to cool 'er down! It coulda been powder up your sleeve, in your sleeve, or even a henna tat. Any woulda worked, yeah? So fire, water, and air, all in one chimera!"

- You might be a cannie eager lass, but oi, what's that accent supposed to be doing? I'm from Vacuo, you know? I can hear that accent being jammed into the facsimile of a twit's pretty clearly like creme between Oreo biscuits. Is that the persona you're trying to throw up for this class, because it already sounds very squint!

Her fake accent aside though, she was pretty right on the money. I don't have a henna tattoo and I've never even thought about getting one, but it's definitely one way to keep Dust stored on/inside the body. My method's a wee bit more straightforward than that (no clypin' about with infusing the elements into the skin), and I hold up my arm, that ozone smell intensifying a bit more as a tiny bottle is pulled out of my sleeve by electrostatic forces.

"That's right, Negasi," I say, directing a congratulatory smile at her as the bottle of blue and red power drops down into my hand. It's hard for them to see anything special about it, so a camera rotates around to point at my hands, showing off what's going on - the tiny hole in the top of the bottle - on that big projector behind me. "I pulled a mixture of Dust out of this container and initially activated just the 'Fire' for that big spurt you all saw."

I hold back the urge to do it again. It's not like I want to show off or anything. I just want to emphasise some points, yeah, that's it.

No other reason.

"And when that reached its zenith, the remaining 'Ice' that got pushed up got to work themselves."

I debate mentioning the versatility of even just a single type of Dust like Ice and its heat transfer properties, but I decided to shuffle it into a later time. I don't want to confuse the brats too much. Even if they're cannie folks, there's no guarantee for how quickly they can get their noggins around this.

"Just because they're mixed together doesn't mean they need to be activated at the same time," my lesson continues. "Crystallising the 'Fire' inside some frozen gas and 'Ice' isn't the only thing you can do with this combination either. It's just the one thing I thought would be cool to show you."

Aaargh Teàrlag no, don't accidentally make a pun!

Don't let the brats see. Don't crack a smile.

"Which brings us to the main point of this intro class."

Most people make use of Dust through their Aura or Semblance, but others just straight up make use of stuff in the physical realm to ensure that their weapons are working properly. Trying to go into huge detail on the metaphysical concepts underlying it would have heads in a tizzy this early, so I sum it up neatly.

"Dust acts because you will it to act."

"I made use of the 'Ice' Dust's ability to 'freeze' for that tower of crystal, delaying its activation to after the 'Fire' already was in motion. It's the same way any of you might incorporate Dust into your Semblance usage; you can just think, and it becomes part of you, right?"

Once they get this basic idea down-pat, a lot more concepts open up.

"That part of 'you' conveys what you want the Dust to do, so it does it. Request in, result out."

I pause for a moment, scanning the seats to see their faces. I could push that part of the script up a few minutes early, just so it gets cemented better into them.

"I think it'll be easier for you to understand with another demonstration. Does anyone want to volunteer?"


@Lucius Cypher@SevenStormStyle@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@FlitterFaux@Forsythe@Kaithas@Abillioncats@Silvan Haven
@Ayazi@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Kaithas

Shuai Taidan - Senior Aura Control

"Ah, the freshies have the obstacle course today."

Taidan glanced out the window at the courtyard, elbow resting against the sill and propping up his chin. The dark-haired student seemed to be in a contemplative mood, purple eyes wistfully watching the younger Hunters attempt the obstacle course. It was a somewhat nostalgic sight, a memory of a time when his year could just run around trying to beat each other in speed rather than think in-depth about the mechanics of controlling one's Aura. It was super interesting, yeah, but all the metaphysical implications around the malleability of his very being was kinda a lot more complex than just playing around. He thought it was definitely some snazzy stuff, but ah, the simplicity of youth was something he missed.

So what if he was only maybe three years older? That totally meant he was a geezer compared to all the young, innocent minds that were adjusting to the Beacon Academy lifestyle! Age wasn't supposed to be a number, it was a mindset!

Which, on second thought, actually sounded more to be the actual thing than he thought. Nobody knew how old Goodwitch or Ozpin were, right? The latter had been bossing everybody around for a while, but he didn't actually look like he was somebody's grandpa. Besides that wacky white hair, Ozpin was kinda youthful-looking, wasn't he? How old was the guy supposed to be? Maybe he could ask.

Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. It was probably rude of him to hit up the boss for his age, wasn't it? A second of extra consideration cemented that view in his mind, and the resident pyromaniac prettboy extraordinaire nodded, immediately switching focus back to the class he was in.

Aura Control!

The advanced manipulation of one's soul. It was a really snazzy thing, and one he had to admit was strange and beyond his understanding at times. There was just so much food for thought: like, just how did it work? How could he change the bits and pieces that could make up himself just with belief? Was his Aura really his soul in the first place? What did his soul really mean? Where was Shuai Taidan inside the concept of the soul? Would extensive use of aura have any effects on his personality - on his very being?

Hm, maybe that could be the topic of his final year thesis.
@Plank Sinatra

Gratia Mindaro - Practice

Having already made her way to the beginning of the obstacle course before Jericho had even revealed himself to be the class demonstrator, Gratia Mindaro was tying her long hair back into a ponytail, a black hair-tie hanging loosely from her mouth as she gathered her flowing locks into position. For the purposes of her current class, the Mistralese girl had eschewed both her signature coat and the dark, pressed uniform of Haven Academy for a simple, black and viridian exercise tracksuit: an outfit far more suited to the intensive physical activity required in Practice.

If some obstacle course could even be considered 'physically intensive'. Only the shittiest excuse for a Hunter would treat it as anything more than a mere facsimile of the struggles that plagued the rest of one's hunting career. It was not a matter of life and death. There was no sense of danger, no eager expectation for the moment where the slightest of stumbles would bring an end to everything they lived for. Even with an Atlesian agent having somehow fucking managed to take command of the course (not that she was particularly surprised; Vale was always willing to open its arsecheeks wide for a pounding from whatever 'innovative' new sexbot Atlas had manufactured in the past week), she had absolutely zero expectation in the obstacles' ability to come even close to killing her.

Not that she would have even given them the chance. What huntress would she be if something like an obstacle course could fuck her over? That was something exclusive to drooling retards, and fortunately for her, she was the scion of parents who weren't so incompetent to slam an infant's skull into a wall. Gratia Mindaro was a Hunter. Her prey was not some junkheap of scrap metal. It was wealth. It was fame. It was power.

It was the Grimm. And the prize for their eradication -

Her mother hugged her tightly.


- was their happiness.

She breathed in quietly, loosely stretching out her legs. Onyx eyes locked onto the track before her, scanning the course with cold, clinical efficiency.

Practice was warm-up. A way to keep her reflexes sharp until the next mission.

And she would complete it with nary an issue.

Her ponytail was held in place.

She wasn't going to waste any more fucking time.

Gratia Mindaro started running.

Let's see what bullshit you've pulled out of your arse, Piper.
@endwaar@Plank Sinatra
PHILIA VON EINZBERN
Interior, Stephansplatz, Vienna

"I will keep that information in mind."

While there had been little elaboration from the Church representative on the specifics of the issue they were facing, Philia determined the offer was one unlikely to conflict with her - the Einzbern's - goals in this irregular ritual, and in fact wondered if the case could possibly be of interest to her as well. She lacked the antipathy possessed by Sister Ortensia towards any heretical actions by a possible cult, but if they were a possible risk factor to the ritual, it was of the utmost importance that she and Archer were aware of their impact, and if necessary, to remove them entirely. Unpredictable elements could not be tolerated if she wanted to save her family.

With consideration of both the advantages and disadvantages to following the Church's lead for the time being, the Einzbern homunculus was willing to lend her and her Servant's assistance. Even if she was still unsure as to the trustworthiness of the sister, a working relationship could still be established, and any knowledge was valuable in enemy territory.

"Where have they been sighted?"
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