HereComesTheSnow

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

I'd like to swipe Archer, please.

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

Sounds spicy, being in Church territory.

@Black Keys

There's so much to unpack here

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

I'm down to clown, of course.

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@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Write

Black Scene — Dorm Management

This guy...

I felt the corners of my mouth tighten and my gaze narrow beneath a furrowed and pensive brow as he met Bianca's eyes, and then mine in turn. Had we not built up any goodwill in the past three days? If it were anyone else, it'd be hard to believe, but whether I bought it or not...

"Yeah, well, don't push yourself."

I couldn't say I was surprised either way. This was always the side he'd showed us on the cruise, albeit a bit more professionally— But I knew there were hints of something more underneath. He could have fun. He could loosen up. Even around us, the unfamiliar replacements, he could do it if we twisted his arm the right way.

Hopefully, it would just take less than always splashing his face, mercilessly, to pull it out.

I walked through and slung my backpack onto my bed, before turning back and folding my arms. I was being a little unreasonable to expect sunshine and roses and friendship immediately out of him, especially after it'd been a long day for all of us, but I still had to lay out ground rules. Chiefly amongst them, not touching my stuff.

I stood in front of my quadrant, a stalwart guardian. I held a steady gaze, regarding the Atlesian with the steely eyes of my homeland. I had drawn a line in the sand, ready to defend my belongings with valor and conviction—

I sighed. It came out through the nose, like a slow release of pressure that reflected in the tension through my shoulders and entire body, and I slid an eye over to... Wow, my most senior teammate now.

"And I'll say the same to you, too. Don't go and hurt yourself, Bianca."

The wonton broth smells extremely appetizing, don't get me wrong, but you need to blow on it first when it's still this fresh! Believe me, I get it! The stock used for the broth is amazing, the shrimp shells, pork bones, and dried flounder flakes all came together into a great, savory and unctuous base of umami that beautifully played against the neutral taste and chewy texture of the wrapper, and accentuated the meats within, almost as well as a bowl of proper ramen or udon from home, but in the same manner, you needed to exercise caution when it's still piping hot!

Blow, blow, then savor!

"And don't hurt your bottomless wallet either. Seriously, a projector?" I asked in muted amazement, glancing around the ceiling for the thing before my eyes settled back upon the group.

...Speaking of piping hot, I ignored the burns healing from my first bite—when did I grab this bowl?—and gave my own answer to Jericho.

"Leadership's in a bit of flux with him gone. I haven't been told anything about a promotion, and Bianca and Skye are both nearly as new around here as you are, so..."

The "J" in "Jericho" did slot perfectly into "Jumpercable". This had to be Ozpin's strategy, since I doubted I'd done anything to suggest leadership capability. After all, I barely scraped by getting in and could hardly keep myself in line— let alone three other qualified peers.

"It looks like you're it, buddy."

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Sterling Johnson

"I like 'em. They're smart dudes. They remember things forever, man."

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@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Write

Hey guys what's going on in he—

To preface, I should have seen it coming. After the harrowing trials of Friday's mission, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of him once. The weekend was understandable on that front, of course, given that I'd been tossed out of the S-Ranked frying pan and into the high seas fire with about two or three hours of downtime between them—

But Family Day should have tipped me off.

And if not that, through some strange coincidence of scheduling and itineraries not matching up between my supercharged family and whomever might have came from his orphanage, then his total absence from the room and classes all through today should have easily clued even an imperceptive sod like yours truly into the simplest of facts:

Jack Orpheus was no longer here.

"Ah," I grunted in mild surprise.

Our lackadaisical, capricious, and lightning-quick leader had quietly packed his things and left. His space had always been rather spartan compared to mine, to say nothing of even a first-day Bianca Nuit's, but it had never been quite so barren as it was when we'd woke and broke for our lessons. He didn't have much, but what he did have made it very clearly his. Even it being orderly, when owned by someone with a nature so lax as his, was a break from normalcy—

So, if I was any good at paying any sort of attention, I might have been able to see something like this coming.

"Jericho..?"

The Atlesian operative, all 185 brooding and mysterious centimeters of him, was standing outside my open doorway with his patent guarded and carefully neutral expression, surrounded by the smell of food that wafted from within.

Hm. I knew he'd transferred since I saw him in Gym, but what was he doing loitering around my room for? Maybe whatever Bianca'd put together lured him here?

Well, no. His back was turned. Not even Jer Piper would just turn his back on food that was, let's face it, more than likely freely offered. Especially not quality seafood like what my nose was telling me.

Hmm. Maybe lost? It was a new venue and all, and as such it could be disorienting for anyone who had just moved in, even if I was sure he knew how to quickly get the lay of the land. He could be making that face to mask nerves because he didn't want to ask for help— However unlikely that seemed. He didn't care for posture that much.

How strange.

“Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.” Bianca called in that syllable-stretching way of hers.

How peculiar.

“Are you… Moving in?”

How intriguing.

"Nope."

...

...

... After a second's deliberation, he did an about-face and walked inside, not having noticed my presence in the slightest.

"Yes."

"Eh?"

Hold on! Hold on, hold on, hold on!

Stop!

Pause!

I blinked twice before starting off after him, bursting into the doorframe just as he was sitting down.

"Oi, leave that TV alone! It went through hell with me!"

What on Earth were the odds at play here?! First we meet an Atlesian Double-O pastiche on a cruise trip who just happened to be our age, got roped into foiling an assassination plot with him, and now he was replacing our latest vacancy on this revolving door of a team?!

And moreover, weren't you going to be a Flapjack?

He was grumpy about the name and everything!

Is the Headmaster just shuffling a deck of students every two hours?

How were we even supposed to stay cohesive like this?!

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@Plank Sinatra@Write@FlitterFaux

Luke Schwarz - Turning in

It was starting to get late.

My mind still abuzz with questions, concerns and otherwise intrusive thoughts, I realized that Tearlag Cirsium was a very thorough woman indeed. The walls were thick enough that even if I’d been making a concerted effort to pry into whatever was happening behind me, whatever lectures or punishments were being doled out, I wasn’t going to without stepping in the room and making myself known.

That... That I didn’t need to be doing. Whatever happened to Diamond Frost as punishment wasn’t my business beyond knowing that it wouldn’t be done again, and I trusted our youthful professor’s stern character in that matter well enough that I had no reason to sit in and make the scene awkward or extra-heated.

Always isolate the key components— that was the rule. If a combination has proven volatile, make sure you don’t mess around with one without the other safely contained. Basic chemistry. Basic interrogation, basic witness report, basic whatever you name.

Though, I still don’t know the true nature of our clash.

No matter how I twisted it, it seemed to just appear from a vacuum. And that simply couldn't be right.

...At any rate, I’m rambling about nothing. I wasn’t staying behind for just desserts, I was staying behind to ask my teacher something, and she was obviously all tied up. With the day getting long in the tooth, and Bianca having a grand “welcome to being a team, team!” Feast in the making, I knew I’d have another day.

Tomorrow would work. It would give me time to remove myself from the situation and approach it— and my questions— from a place of more clarity. This haze was probably going to make me trip all over myself if I just walked in now.

I’d sleep on all this, first.

For now, let’s see what our local winged wonder was cooking up and try to rest easy, yeah?

>Heading home
>if I get poisoned again I’m never forgiving you bianca

I smirked as I kicked off the wall and started my trek towards the dorms, a short jaunt of about seven minutes on a leisurely day.

Fugu.

Cruise ship Fugu.

Classic blunder.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

@Crimmy@GreenGoat

Shinjiro Karasawa - In front of Harumi's Apartment Building

"Course he can't. Well, arright—" our plucky hero said with a brief roll of the eyes and shrug. "Lessee how hurt I really am."

Bending down at the knees, the eternally hotblooded young man gripped the package firmly. He'd understood some time ago, during one of his two moves in fact, that big awkward stuff was lifted with legs and not arms or back. Bending over gave dudes a hernia with heavy crap, and he didn't need that on top of last night. As a friend once put it, he was "pretty dumb, but not stupid".

Not that he was all too jazzed on the idea of being called dumb, but, you know, spirit of the sentiment or whatever.

He pressed his feet into the pavement, as though pushing the Earth away—

Hohshit

No dice. No liftoff. Just a tilt.

...

Hey, wait. Curbs were only, what, twelve centimeters high?

"O-kay, think I got a plan here, Hat-chan." he announced, sizing up box, curb, and distance between them simultaneously.

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Sterling Johnson

@NaraK@Crimmy@Ayazi

The steel-haired and steel-armed bruiser smirked wryly, folding the latter and glancing aside with the former.

"See, that's like me telling you 'don't think about elephants'." His reply was bone-dry in a cordial, teasing way. "You're gonna start thinking about elephants, Boss."

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@Crimmy@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Write@Silvan Haven@Krayzikk

Post Dust Apps

After spending the brief remainder of the period in something of a confused daze, I found myself replaying the events of everything that had happened up until now in my head, trying to wrap my mind around the end of what was, for all intents and purposes, going to be a successful demonstration and newfound understanding of key concepts.

The vials were ripped from my grasp by a magnetic pull before I knew it. Professor Cirsium had been there, interposing herself between Diamond and I—

And informed all of us that she was trying to catalyze the Dust in my vial.

It was as though the air had frozen. I suddenly became conscious again that we were in front of a crowd— A murmuring, stormy crowd, pockmarked with glares, scowls, and killing intent.

"Now go back to your seat and wait there."

"R-Right..."

I'd walked back from the front and returned to me seat in something of a flummoxed daze, shaking off my friends' concerns with a half-absent "Yeah, I'm fine." and a waved, undamaged hand. I urged everyone not to worry about the incident, partially because I felt pretty responsible for the disquieted atmosphere, but to be honest...

Try as I might have to focus, I couldn't. Even as a majority of the people surrounding me pinned the back of Diamond's head with the types of glares that went through the eyebrows and promised retribution, all I could muster was a glance every now and again, each time the thoughts popped up, destroying each attempt at notetaking in their wake.

I bid the three Bastilles, one Vignoble, and my fellow Jumpercable farewell as the bell rang.

"I'll stay behind for a bit, I've got something I wanna ask Professor Cirsium. Skye, if you lose your way getting back to the dorm, let us know." I said in a clipped, but not quite curt manner, holding my scroll and wiggling it for explanation. I wasn't mad at them. I wasn't even sure if I was mad at Diamond, or even mad in the first place.

>Bianca— I'll be a bit late getting back in, need to ask Dust Apps Professor about something. Happy Hunting on groceries
>see you at the dorm

Even now, as I occupied the wall space directly adjacent to the door, all I knew was that beneath my folded arms and furrowed brow, I could feel my stomach churning as if in synchronicity with my thoughts.

Why would she go and sabotage me?

What had I done to her in the past?

Had I even met this person, Diamond Frost, before in my life?

... Did it even mean anything to her? Was it just another Tuesday?

No, that couldn't be right. People didn't just do things like that without reason. There's always an underlying mentality of why this other deserved to be antagonized, especially in a setting where there's no competition. That required some deeper justification than the usual case of "trying to get ahead". These classes were collaborative efforts to learn and grow, so to poison that well had to mean that this person, who I had only vaguely recognized, believed me deserving of some retribution.

...Right? That was how people worked. Nobody was unreasonably antagonistic.

I didn't want to complain and wasn't going to— I came out unscathed and Diamond was likely getting the book thrown at her inside I707 as I sat there. Taking off a chunk of meat for my own wasn't going to help anything, discipline and justice were already being served. There'd be no point in it beyond needlessly hounding someone who I could only assume didn't care for me.

However, what she'd attempted to do to me had been weighing on my mind all the same.

So I stayed and waited, occupying myself with trying to understand why it had been done while I waited to ask about what had been done from the foremost expert available.

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@NaraK
Sterling Johnson

"'Sup?"

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