Bored. So themes. Most of these are random, actually, going off my own impressions and ideas of the characters. If you already had a theme for them, don't expect one from me. Might do OP and ED next.
Kaesicius Kay – BABOOM
Lupus Argentum – Demons
Gen Hio – Dead V
Eurwen Marvos – Aisya –ye ru amma
Press Dalton – The Hook
Carmine Vermeil – Like I Love Iu Toori
Ashart Gin – Moonscript
Oren Haul – Half The Man
Vask Allic – Death Should Not Have Taken Thee
Fir Juneau – Lost Time Classic
Rielle Rouge – Watamote
Indigo Lillemore – Jonathan
And yeah, I got lazy during the end.
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Huh, was his face really that forgettable? Arching an eyebrow at Eurwen’s inability to recognize who he was until a few moments later, Ashart smiled in a defeated little way. He’d been telling her to call him by his full name or his last name for quite some time, but it seems that the rabbit faunus never got past calling him ‘Ash’. At this point, it was probably a losing battle, so he didn’t bother correcting her once more.
Well, he’ll get his revenge easily enough.
With a teasing smile on his face, he asked, “Oh, I thought you would have graduated with a scholarship or two under your belt. Or were you going to Beacon with hopes of avoiding people who’d recognize you after that incident during spring?” It WAS quite a spectacle, after all, with the whole rabbit-mating-season-PMS-mode that had sent Eurwen on a rampage through the hallways. The amount of lawsuits that had to be peacefully settled, and the amount of romantic misunderstandings that had to be smoothed over was worth it for all the situational comedy that Ashart had been privileged to witness.
Retrospectively, he really only bought that drink in the spur of the moment, but it wasn’t too bad. Being the friend of Eurwen came with being dragged along to ‘socially’ drink, after all, so it wasn’t like he’d be puking out his guts anytime soon. And though he should be adhering to the lessons of his parents and constantly keep track of his surroundings…well, he trusted that Beacon had measures in place to ensure that nothing stupid happened.
Then, a dust explosion occurred on the other end of the bar, and he avoided injury only due to the timely intervention of Eurwen’s Semblance.
The Chimp Faunus blinked, rested one hand on his Prefix Cide, winced at the sight of the partially destroyed bar, dropped his jaw at how ridiculously well-built the red-headed bartender was, shook his head at the perpetrator of the explosion, and then turned back to face Eurwen.
“Thanks for that. Guess you didn’t have your earmuffs on for that explosion?”
Looked like Fir was caught in the sooty aftermath of the explosion as well. He took the unused towel that the Rabbit Faunus had handed to him, tossed it over to the daughter of the Juneau family, and then remarked, “Pretty bad timing on your part, Fir.”
Well, he’ll get his revenge easily enough.
With a teasing smile on his face, he asked, “Oh, I thought you would have graduated with a scholarship or two under your belt. Or were you going to Beacon with hopes of avoiding people who’d recognize you after that incident during spring?” It WAS quite a spectacle, after all, with the whole rabbit-mating-season-PMS-mode that had sent Eurwen on a rampage through the hallways. The amount of lawsuits that had to be peacefully settled, and the amount of romantic misunderstandings that had to be smoothed over was worth it for all the situational comedy that Ashart had been privileged to witness.
Retrospectively, he really only bought that drink in the spur of the moment, but it wasn’t too bad. Being the friend of Eurwen came with being dragged along to ‘socially’ drink, after all, so it wasn’t like he’d be puking out his guts anytime soon. And though he should be adhering to the lessons of his parents and constantly keep track of his surroundings…well, he trusted that Beacon had measures in place to ensure that nothing stupid happened.
Then, a dust explosion occurred on the other end of the bar, and he avoided injury only due to the timely intervention of Eurwen’s Semblance.
The Chimp Faunus blinked, rested one hand on his Prefix Cide, winced at the sight of the partially destroyed bar, dropped his jaw at how ridiculously well-built the red-headed bartender was, shook his head at the perpetrator of the explosion, and then turned back to face Eurwen.
“Thanks for that. Guess you didn’t have your earmuffs on for that explosion?”
Looked like Fir was caught in the sooty aftermath of the explosion as well. He took the unused towel that the Rabbit Faunus had handed to him, tossed it over to the daughter of the Juneau family, and then remarked, “Pretty bad timing on your part, Fir.”
If it's a university setting, that's very possible. I've known first years who were in their late-fifties IRL. It's just socially acceptable now for kids to go to university right after high school, because of stuff such as government loans, but apparently, if we go by Rinnee's post, such loans aren't possible, or are rare.
And just because it's thought up by Americans doesn't mean that the legal drinking age would be 21. Fictional settings don't have much to do with where the author was born/raised/located. Anyways, what's posted is posted. If it wasn't that way, I'm pretty certain someone would have stopped Lupus from mixing explosive dust. XD
And just because it's thought up by Americans doesn't mean that the legal drinking age would be 21. Fictional settings don't have much to do with where the author was born/raised/located. Anyways, what's posted is posted. If it wasn't that way, I'm pretty certain someone would have stopped Lupus from mixing explosive dust. XD
Thing is, not all Beacon students are under-aged, because while they may all be first years, Beacon is more of a university than a high school. Because of that, you can have older students as well as younger ones. So, you know.
Alcohol ho~!
Alcohol ho~!
Would think that all her fire-breathing would just make the situation worse. You know, vaporized alcohol could be a possibility...XD
It appeared that those who went to Beacon were quite a ways more unique that the students who had gone to Firelight. While Ashart was used to students showing off their weapons, or indulging in meaningless destruction, or impress the ladies with Daddy’s new power suit, what he wasn’t as accustom to was the sheer volume of students who appeared to be socially inept. Back in Firelight, a prestigious private school composed mainly of upper-class students, everyone was capable of holding a charmingly elegant conversation about politics or ballroom dancing, but here?
The fact that one student introduced himself to another while brandishing a psycho-smile and two swords was enough to convince him that most people really didn’t understand how to approach strangers.
Seated in the bar section, which was at least a little bit quieter than the commons area of the air ship, the Chimp Faunus leaned against the wooden counter, scrolling through the contacts list on his holopad. Of the people from Firelight who have chosen to go to the melting pot of Beacon, he only knew of Fir Juneau. Well, it would be nice to see her face again, catch up to things and such. Shooting her a quick text in regards to his location, he listened to the light ping that resounded as the message was sent, before storing it in his trousers.
Today, the young man had opted for a simpler outfit than before. A well-tailor suit jacket with a red collared shirt and slim trousers. Beacon’s dress code was light enough for him to forgo the tie, a far cry from the enforced elegance of Firelight. While it may not have been practical for girls to fight on high heels, it was still a course back in Firelight: how to fight off Grimm and ruffians while constrained by uncomfortable clothing. An enlightening course, that was.
Turning around to face the bartender, a dark-haired man in his thirties, he casually slid over his identification, complete with a false birthdate, and asked, his tone steady and assured, “Bourbon on the rocks, please.”
Then, someone’s water spilled over him, and, without skipping a beat, Ashart smoothly continued, “Perhaps a towel as well, and a gin-and-tonic for my associate there?”
The bartender looked at him for a moment, before looking back to his ID, and then shrugged, walking off to the display of fancy-looking alcohol.
Seating himself down on the barstool, the Chimp Faunus, his hair and clothing drenched in some weirdishly fashionable way, remarked, “Fancy meeting you here, Eurwen. As far as first impressions go, at least it’d give me something to smile about later. Why’re you going to Beacon, and not Torchwood?”
The fact that one student introduced himself to another while brandishing a psycho-smile and two swords was enough to convince him that most people really didn’t understand how to approach strangers.
Seated in the bar section, which was at least a little bit quieter than the commons area of the air ship, the Chimp Faunus leaned against the wooden counter, scrolling through the contacts list on his holopad. Of the people from Firelight who have chosen to go to the melting pot of Beacon, he only knew of Fir Juneau. Well, it would be nice to see her face again, catch up to things and such. Shooting her a quick text in regards to his location, he listened to the light ping that resounded as the message was sent, before storing it in his trousers.
Today, the young man had opted for a simpler outfit than before. A well-tailor suit jacket with a red collared shirt and slim trousers. Beacon’s dress code was light enough for him to forgo the tie, a far cry from the enforced elegance of Firelight. While it may not have been practical for girls to fight on high heels, it was still a course back in Firelight: how to fight off Grimm and ruffians while constrained by uncomfortable clothing. An enlightening course, that was.
Turning around to face the bartender, a dark-haired man in his thirties, he casually slid over his identification, complete with a false birthdate, and asked, his tone steady and assured, “Bourbon on the rocks, please.”
Then, someone’s water spilled over him, and, without skipping a beat, Ashart smoothly continued, “Perhaps a towel as well, and a gin-and-tonic for my associate there?”
The bartender looked at him for a moment, before looking back to his ID, and then shrugged, walking off to the display of fancy-looking alcohol.
Seating himself down on the barstool, the Chimp Faunus, his hair and clothing drenched in some weirdishly fashionable way, remarked, “Fancy meeting you here, Eurwen. As far as first impressions go, at least it’d give me something to smile about later. Why’re you going to Beacon, and not Torchwood?”
It's PREG.
If it isn't, PREG x FOKA isn't going to be a thing. And no one wants that.
If it isn't, PREG x FOKA isn't going to be a thing. And no one wants that.
Hey, in the Skype Group, we decided on two teams.
Team FOKA and Team PREG. Anyone who disagrees will be executed.
Team FOKA and Team PREG. Anyone who disagrees will be executed.
I'd rather have some posts instead of music spam, really.
Done with what? The IC Post? Please tell me it's the IC post.
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