Flamelord said
Hm, I'd interact with Laura if I wasn't worried that she'd try to bite my characters head off for little reason.
After I'm finished writing Shiro's weapon adjustments, I'm actually going to try and have him interact with Laura.
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After I'm finished writing Shiro's weapon adjustments, I'm actually going to try and have him interact with Laura.
Dropping out of this RP due to lack of activity and loss of interest.
Haven't posted in a while, so I tossed one in there to get things moving along as far as teammate interactions.
Shiro sat in his new room, absorbed in making adjustments to his weapons. A little while ago, he had gathered his belongings and moved them into Blackguard's room. Having beaten Gren and Bridget to the room, he picked the top bunk bed closest to the window and quickly got settled. Once his things had been neatly put away, he pulled out a large toolbox and unslung his weapons to begin working on them. He plopped his behind in a corner of the room. Trying to be out of the way as much as possible as he worked. Pressing hidden switches and using his tools, he swiftly broke his weapons down to their most basic parts. Neatly laying them in front of himself in an organized fashion.
As he sat there tinkering, it appeared he was more focused on removing some major internal parts. For some reason he couldn't explain, he was displeased with the hidden grenade launcher installed within his weapon. With a frown on his face, he examined the parts after he had removed them. His ears and tail twitching and flicking back and forth restlessly.
"Barrel seems fine...So does its rifling and lining...Chamber is good..." he muttered as he looked down the long length of a removed barrel.
Picking up the trigger pack he made a face at it as he turned it over in his hands, "Sear and hammer seem fine...Disconnector and trigger too..."
He scratched at his head, confused.
"Was it possibly the bolt carrier group?"
He puffed his cheeks out. Unsure as to why his weapons didn't perform as he had intended.
Setting the barrel and trigger group down, he picked up the bolt carrier group and closely examined it.
"Bolt face and locking lugs are good..Extractor seems fine..Firing pin is good..." He grew frustrated. Nothing seemed out of place.
He even checked the buffer and action spring. Nothing.
Ruffling his silvery-white hair in exasperation, he couldn't figure it out. "Must've just been some machining or design errors...Oh, well. Back to the drawing board, I guess."
Shrugging, he put the removed parts in the toolbox that sat next to him after breaking them down even further. Some day soon, he would have to visit the school's armory or machine shop.
As he sat there tinkering, it appeared he was more focused on removing some major internal parts. For some reason he couldn't explain, he was displeased with the hidden grenade launcher installed within his weapon. With a frown on his face, he examined the parts after he had removed them. His ears and tail twitching and flicking back and forth restlessly.
"Barrel seems fine...So does its rifling and lining...Chamber is good..." he muttered as he looked down the long length of a removed barrel.
Picking up the trigger pack he made a face at it as he turned it over in his hands, "Sear and hammer seem fine...Disconnector and trigger too..."
He scratched at his head, confused.
"Was it possibly the bolt carrier group?"
He puffed his cheeks out. Unsure as to why his weapons didn't perform as he had intended.
Setting the barrel and trigger group down, he picked up the bolt carrier group and closely examined it.
"Bolt face and locking lugs are good..Extractor seems fine..Firing pin is good..." He grew frustrated. Nothing seemed out of place.
He even checked the buffer and action spring. Nothing.
Ruffling his silvery-white hair in exasperation, he couldn't figure it out. "Must've just been some machining or design errors...Oh, well. Back to the drawing board, I guess."
Shrugging, he put the removed parts in the toolbox that sat next to him after breaking them down even further. Some day soon, he would have to visit the school's armory or machine shop.
Yep.
When he arrived at the supply issue, he was apparently one of the first few students to do so. There was no one standing outside. No line, much to his relief. The other students were probably preoccupied with other things. To Kuhaku, the maintenance of his weapon was priority. His body and wellbeing came as an afterthought. Weapon, body, mind, that was the order of priorities. Looking up at the sign above the office-like space, his ears drooped as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He looked down at his Scroll to check if this was the correct place. It was. Looking back up at the marquee, he couldn't believe how unnecessarily long its name was.
"Uniform Issue, Supply Warehouse and Requisitions Office..." he read to himself.
Seriously, what IS that?
Shrugging and shaking his head, he walked into the building and immediately recoiled at the stench he was assaulted with. Eyes watering and nostrils burning, the strong smell of bleach and ammonia permeated the sterile white office. Well, at least there was no one inside waiting around. He was alone, for now. Good. Wiping at his eyes, he quickly regained his composure as he stood in front of the receptionist's desk. Seeing a cup of pens and sticky notes, Kuhaku quickly wrote down what he needed and looked up at the receptionist to hand him the slip of paper.
The crusty old man at the desk gave him a once over and shot off on a tirade regarding Kuhaku's odd mask and silence. Kuhaku stood there with the slip between his fingers a bit awkwardly, his ears slowly drooping again. The old man either didn't see it or refused to take it until he was finished with his tangent. Kuhaku wished he would just shut up and take the paper slip from him. It appeared that the old man working at the desk had been there for some time. Going on about something regarding how strange today's youth was and their fashion choices. How back in his day the Hunter's forged weapons were simple things, not the complex and transformative weapons of today. Once done, the wizened man finally took the slip of paper from him and read it much to Kuhaku's relief. Peering at what Kuhaku had written down, he turned away and walked away towards the back grumbling to himself. Kuhaku wondered if most of the receptionist's grump came from the awful smell of the place.
Returning, the old man set a pack on the counter and shoved an electronic tablet in front of Kuhaku's face.
"Print your team name, print your full name, sign, date and time." the old man grumbled.
Blinking, Kuhaku took the stylus and filled out the logged information as requested.
The old man took the tablet away and returned to his chair, still muttering underneath his breath.
It could've been possible he was unhappy about his career choices. Whatever. He didn't care.
Kuhaku grabbed the pack and walked out of the building, glad to have that over and done with.
Sighing, he pulled out his Scroll to locate his room's number along with directions. After a little time, he found his room and stood outside its door staring at it. He didn't quite enjoy the fact that he would be sharing this room with 3 other students for the next few years. Two of them human. Two of them females. He wondered if there was a curfew. If not, he could just sleep in one of the school's many gardens. Shaking his head he grabbed the door knob, turned and opened it. Walking in, he closed the door shut behind him. He quickly picked a bed and dropped his pack on the ground next to it. Plopping his bottom next to the bag and bed, he pulled out its contents and set some of the items on the mattress. Mostly his school uniforms, neatly folded. The rest were a set of tools and materials which he left in the pack.
He unhooked his gauntlets from his belt and removed his winch from his back, beginning to work on them. Unspooling the metal chains on his winch, he replaced it with braided steel cables. The chains left in pile next to him. Using a random assortment of tools, he disassembled his gauntlets and laid its parts spread out in an organized fashion. Quietly examining its parts, he rapidly reassembled it but left out some of its unnecessary armor and its metal spike. Rummaging through his pack, he pulled out some leather and began to cut and fashion a crude leather bracer. Punching holes and sewing it up, he slipped the bracer onto his arms and flexed his fingers to check the general fit and feel. Good enough for now. Grabbing the skeleton of his gauntlets, he laid it over the leather bracer and locked it onto his arms. Examining his crude alterations to his weapon, he was happy with the general look and feel of the weapon.
Picking up the metal spike, he wondered if he should machine a new one. Perhaps a spike more like an arrow or harpoon with serrations. Removing his gauntlets, he put away the unused materials and tools and set his equipment in front of him. Creating a mental checklist of what final work needed to be done. He needed to have eyelets/hooks on the ends of his winch's cables, fashion a higher quality leather bracer, and potentially machine a different spike. Nodding to himself, he picked up the skeleton of his gauntlets and removed the Dust Crystals embedded within them with a tool. Replacing them with new ones from his pack. Satisfied with his alterations, he set his equipment on his chosen bed and tossed the pack given to him at its foot after pulling a towel from it.
He swiftly stripped off all of his clothes and tied the towel around his waist tightly. Next on his agenda was to shower, launder his clothes, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Scanning his space, he made sure everything was neatly put away. Satisfied, he left the room wearing only his towel and searched for the shared showers..
"Uniform Issue, Supply Warehouse and Requisitions Office..." he read to himself.
Seriously, what IS that?
Shrugging and shaking his head, he walked into the building and immediately recoiled at the stench he was assaulted with. Eyes watering and nostrils burning, the strong smell of bleach and ammonia permeated the sterile white office. Well, at least there was no one inside waiting around. He was alone, for now. Good. Wiping at his eyes, he quickly regained his composure as he stood in front of the receptionist's desk. Seeing a cup of pens and sticky notes, Kuhaku quickly wrote down what he needed and looked up at the receptionist to hand him the slip of paper.
The crusty old man at the desk gave him a once over and shot off on a tirade regarding Kuhaku's odd mask and silence. Kuhaku stood there with the slip between his fingers a bit awkwardly, his ears slowly drooping again. The old man either didn't see it or refused to take it until he was finished with his tangent. Kuhaku wished he would just shut up and take the paper slip from him. It appeared that the old man working at the desk had been there for some time. Going on about something regarding how strange today's youth was and their fashion choices. How back in his day the Hunter's forged weapons were simple things, not the complex and transformative weapons of today. Once done, the wizened man finally took the slip of paper from him and read it much to Kuhaku's relief. Peering at what Kuhaku had written down, he turned away and walked away towards the back grumbling to himself. Kuhaku wondered if most of the receptionist's grump came from the awful smell of the place.
Returning, the old man set a pack on the counter and shoved an electronic tablet in front of Kuhaku's face.
"Print your team name, print your full name, sign, date and time." the old man grumbled.
Blinking, Kuhaku took the stylus and filled out the logged information as requested.
The old man took the tablet away and returned to his chair, still muttering underneath his breath.
It could've been possible he was unhappy about his career choices. Whatever. He didn't care.
Kuhaku grabbed the pack and walked out of the building, glad to have that over and done with.
Sighing, he pulled out his Scroll to locate his room's number along with directions. After a little time, he found his room and stood outside its door staring at it. He didn't quite enjoy the fact that he would be sharing this room with 3 other students for the next few years. Two of them human. Two of them females. He wondered if there was a curfew. If not, he could just sleep in one of the school's many gardens. Shaking his head he grabbed the door knob, turned and opened it. Walking in, he closed the door shut behind him. He quickly picked a bed and dropped his pack on the ground next to it. Plopping his bottom next to the bag and bed, he pulled out its contents and set some of the items on the mattress. Mostly his school uniforms, neatly folded. The rest were a set of tools and materials which he left in the pack.
He unhooked his gauntlets from his belt and removed his winch from his back, beginning to work on them. Unspooling the metal chains on his winch, he replaced it with braided steel cables. The chains left in pile next to him. Using a random assortment of tools, he disassembled his gauntlets and laid its parts spread out in an organized fashion. Quietly examining its parts, he rapidly reassembled it but left out some of its unnecessary armor and its metal spike. Rummaging through his pack, he pulled out some leather and began to cut and fashion a crude leather bracer. Punching holes and sewing it up, he slipped the bracer onto his arms and flexed his fingers to check the general fit and feel. Good enough for now. Grabbing the skeleton of his gauntlets, he laid it over the leather bracer and locked it onto his arms. Examining his crude alterations to his weapon, he was happy with the general look and feel of the weapon.
Picking up the metal spike, he wondered if he should machine a new one. Perhaps a spike more like an arrow or harpoon with serrations. Removing his gauntlets, he put away the unused materials and tools and set his equipment in front of him. Creating a mental checklist of what final work needed to be done. He needed to have eyelets/hooks on the ends of his winch's cables, fashion a higher quality leather bracer, and potentially machine a different spike. Nodding to himself, he picked up the skeleton of his gauntlets and removed the Dust Crystals embedded within them with a tool. Replacing them with new ones from his pack. Satisfied with his alterations, he set his equipment on his chosen bed and tossed the pack given to him at its foot after pulling a towel from it.
He swiftly stripped off all of his clothes and tied the towel around his waist tightly. Next on his agenda was to shower, launder his clothes, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Scanning his space, he made sure everything was neatly put away. Satisfied, he left the room wearing only his towel and searched for the shared showers..
DoktorSchnabel said
TEEEEEEEEEN-HUT!
Please, no.
Why do I get the feeling that Asura would enjoy having 'bad things' done to her/him?
"Ravira Tudios, Schwarz Nacht, Perry Symund, Kuhaku Kuroshi. The four of you retrieved the Black Queen pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as team... Patroklus." said Headmaster Ozpin, his voice amplified for all to hear.
Looking up at the screens above them, Kuhaku watched as images of their faces shifted around and the letters 'PTKS' appeared underneath their pictures.
"Led by Perry Symund. Congratulations, all of you." the Headmaster finished, the other students in the audience applauding.
Scowling, he grew irritated and annoyed with all the noise, attention, and with the ceremony in general. He just wanted to get everything over with and move on. Once their team had been formed and announced, they were motioned off of the stage. Taking the cue, he swiftly made his way past his teammates saying nothing to them as he prepared to leave the hall. He wasn't pleased with the situation as a whole. Perry, his human partner, had been selected to be the team's leader. Having glanced over his other teammates, he wasn't sure either of them would've been suitable leaders either. One was the frail looking Swan Faunus whose weapon he admired when he first arrived at Beacon. The other was yet another human, though this one was missing a few fingers to say the least. There were rumors of her having lost her partner, with her partner ultimately ending up dead. Not to mention that a student had been expelled from Beacon. He sure as hell didn't want that leadership position. Still, for some reason he was unhappy. He couldn't get over his feeling of having basically cheated in the initiation, having piggy-backed off of the other students' success.
Whatever. Not caring if the ceremony was completely over with or not, he had other plans in mind. For now, he intended on finding their room and designating his spot. Though, with two males and two females he wondered how that would work exactly. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. As soon as he could, he would get his uniform and wash up. Afterwards, he needed to get ahold of some Dust, steel cables, leather and a new winch. He had some weapon alterations in mind that he wanted to implement as soon as possible. A few upgrades to change 'Jack' after having tested it in the field. As he left the Grand Hall, he found himself scanning the crowd for Michelle. Before he and his new team had gotten on the stage to be displayed in front of the other students, he heard she was chosen to be her team's leader...What was their team name again? Never mind, it didn't matter. He didn't quite understand why he was looking for her in the first place...
Bah. The idea of the teams still bugged him. He despised working with others, especially humans...
At least Perry would already know not to try and socialize with him. He hoped him storming off immediately after the ceremony sent a clear message to his other teammates that he wasn't interested in being their 'friend'. The idea cozying up and becoming all buddy-buddy with them sent a sick shudder down his spine. The fur on his tail and ears raising on end as he exited the hall, adjusting his gauntlets and mask as he walked.
Looking up at the screens above them, Kuhaku watched as images of their faces shifted around and the letters 'PTKS' appeared underneath their pictures.
"Led by Perry Symund. Congratulations, all of you." the Headmaster finished, the other students in the audience applauding.
Scowling, he grew irritated and annoyed with all the noise, attention, and with the ceremony in general. He just wanted to get everything over with and move on. Once their team had been formed and announced, they were motioned off of the stage. Taking the cue, he swiftly made his way past his teammates saying nothing to them as he prepared to leave the hall. He wasn't pleased with the situation as a whole. Perry, his human partner, had been selected to be the team's leader. Having glanced over his other teammates, he wasn't sure either of them would've been suitable leaders either. One was the frail looking Swan Faunus whose weapon he admired when he first arrived at Beacon. The other was yet another human, though this one was missing a few fingers to say the least. There were rumors of her having lost her partner, with her partner ultimately ending up dead. Not to mention that a student had been expelled from Beacon. He sure as hell didn't want that leadership position. Still, for some reason he was unhappy. He couldn't get over his feeling of having basically cheated in the initiation, having piggy-backed off of the other students' success.
Whatever. Not caring if the ceremony was completely over with or not, he had other plans in mind. For now, he intended on finding their room and designating his spot. Though, with two males and two females he wondered how that would work exactly. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. As soon as he could, he would get his uniform and wash up. Afterwards, he needed to get ahold of some Dust, steel cables, leather and a new winch. He had some weapon alterations in mind that he wanted to implement as soon as possible. A few upgrades to change 'Jack' after having tested it in the field. As he left the Grand Hall, he found himself scanning the crowd for Michelle. Before he and his new team had gotten on the stage to be displayed in front of the other students, he heard she was chosen to be her team's leader...What was their team name again? Never mind, it didn't matter. He didn't quite understand why he was looking for her in the first place...
Bah. The idea of the teams still bugged him. He despised working with others, especially humans...
At least Perry would already know not to try and socialize with him. He hoped him storming off immediately after the ceremony sent a clear message to his other teammates that he wasn't interested in being their 'friend'. The idea cozying up and becoming all buddy-buddy with them sent a sick shudder down his spine. The fur on his tail and ears raising on end as he exited the hall, adjusting his gauntlets and mask as he walked.
If it wasn't already clear, I'm present.
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