Up In The Air
Compassion:
Gen stood there idly as students from all around the ship came to see the spectacle. After all, realizing your aircraft had almost been blown up by a pseudo-terrorist wasn’t exactly a commodity. Either than the leader of the anti-bar rebellion and himself, everybody seemed to have been left unharmed. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he listened to the perpetual comments flung at Lupus. The amount of disapproval the boy was receiving could only be an omen for his future days at the academy, though his classmates making such a fuss out of it soon began to bug him. He was literally sitting next to Lupus when he mixed the vials of primary dust, meaning he had a front row seat to the explosion, in high definition. Though rather than becoming hooked to what should have been anger, Gen could feel slight pity and guilt that he hadn’t stopped the teen beforehand. He managed a smile within the crowd of frowns and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Though it seems bad, you may have the potential for mixing dust. Just try to do it in a more secure location next time, alright?” Hio looked himself over, patting off any impurities which had managed to make their way past his cloth shield. “Oh, and no need to cover the hoodie… I believe you already have enough on your plate.” He said, motioning the muscular bartender, who was probably on the verge of strangling somebody between his forearm and bicep. In all honesty, with the way Lupus thought, Gen wouldn’t have been surprised if he attempted such an experiment in the engine room. “What’s done is done, don’t beat yourself up too much about it.” A hand sudden grasped onto his shoulder, causing him glanced back to his left.
”What the hell, C? This guy almost blew you up! Hell, he almost killed everybody on this ship! I don’t want that guy potentially passing on his genes some day! His spawn could continue with his legacy of setting off dust-based explosion at bars. Who knows, maybe his child will be even more blind and try it out on school grounds, or in the teacher’s lounge; hell, maybe even a baby shower!”
All Gen had in response for Aggressor’s rant was the raise of an eyebrow. Gen problaby should have been mad- no, furious at the student, but it simply wasn’t in his nature. This sort of attitude he gives to people is why his personae dubbed him Compassion in the first place. As he was about to speak up, the persona continued on with his glorious speech, ”...I’m glad everybody here doesn’t have to hear you.” He thought, leaning slightly to the side as the persona balled up his first and threw a punch his way. Of course, such an act could never be completed, as it would basically be his own mind attacking itself. The fist didn’t exactly miss, it was instead moved by Gen’s intervening with its course. The teen let out a cough, as his lungs must have been congested from the event. “I’m going to head outside. I need some fresh air.” With the dream of acquiring a third caffinated beverage now shattered, he started off for the deck door, followed the pair of consultants. ”Oh, and you two. Wait for me here please. A., try not to strangle E. please.” Soon after stepping onto the open deck, a gust of wind blew his green tie into his line of sight. Gen tried to grab the flapping piece of cloth as it fell to the gusts’ whims, finally wrapping his hand around it and stuffed it into his collar.
He noticed a tint of red in the corner of his eye affixated his gaze towards it. At first, his eyes were drawn to the bladed bow slung next to her back, but then it dawned on him where she was currently standing. Gen could more accurately describe it as crouching or hunching over the edge. He couldn’t help but to dive into the mystery even more, making his way towards the railing and leaning his arms over it. “Um… You seem to have good balance. But if Mr. Lupus sets off another explosion by accident, it might shake the ship a little.” As Gen spoke, he could tell Tactician must have been going crazy within the waiting room. The persona was most likely contemplating how well the user and the bow worked together. ”Jeeze, does my hair still have soot in it?” He thought to himself as he nervously ran a hand through the strands of hair. Though he came up with barely noticeable piece of black excess, his white dress shirt was worse for show. Since it the set of attire he fancied the most, he had a plethora of hoodies of the same color scheme packed away in his luggage. After letting his mind wander for a few moments, he snapped out of the synapse and quickly spoke up, “Oh, sorry, that was a little random. Erm, name’s Gen Hio. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” The awkward introduction was almost the same as the one he gave the student earlier, except now his voice was a bit raspy from the daze of the experiment. He couldn't see the face of the girl from this angle, so he ended up staring down at the seascape. Recalling the words Exuberance said earlier, he unknowingly let them slip out, "...I wonder what clouds taste like?"
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DarkFey said
Before she finish her sentence the airship shook under the Dust explosion at the bar.Carmine, already uncomfortable with flying, gave a cry of terror and very nearly leapt into Vask's arms. Her head snapped around towards the source of the explosion, a jet of fire hissing out between her teeth. "Oh no! Not like this!" She cried, clinging to Vask. "I don't wanna die like this!"
*takes off magnifying glasses*
....Sorry. Back to reading IC.
Terror(ism)
Compassion:
Gen continued to chug down the beverage as he listened in on the conversation two seats to his left. It turns out the individual who had been drenched was acquainted with the beverage’s owner. ”That’s quite the coincidence.” He thought to himself as he set down the cup, checking the current time, and how long it was until their arrival. The teen wasn’t too fond of cramped places and wanted to plant his feet on some solid ground. ”Man, I can’t wait until I see our room! I hope there’s some nice shelf I can rest on, it’s stuffy in that bag of yours! And the bag keeps shaking, it’s making me dizzy.” Even though they are seen as copies of himself, they are still technically tied to their stuffed origins, which are currently packed away inside of Gen’s suitcase. Since his belongings were in the cargo section, is had been quite the bumpy ride for the pseudo-animals. He peered over to his right, noticing the student who introduced himself as ‘Lupus’, was holding something in his hands. After realizing that the vials were full of dust, the teen spun the lid off of one and poured out its contents. Gen watched as particles full of energy fluttered into the air away from the main mass. The bartender was too busy crafting an alcoholic masterpiece to care about what the student was doing. Lupus inspected another vial full of a different colored type of dust, squinting at resource as he shined it in the light. Once he felt satisfied, he eased off the lid and focused on the pile resting on the counter. ”Wait a moment…” Gen’s eyes widened in realization at what the young man was about to attempt. Why he would do it in such an unorthodox place, a bar on an AIRSHIP full of students, Hio didn’t even want to try wrapping around the student’s mind process. As soon as he was about to reach out to Lupus, he heard a voice in the back of his head.
”Priority alpha. Taking control of body. Proceeding actions are in self-defense.” The monotone statement instantly caused Gen’s vision the blur, he felt himself yanked from the command post of his own body, allowing a certain persona to take over.
Tactician
The scene before him slowed down in his eyes, allowing him to fully assess his possibilities. As the first impurity mixed, a chemical reaction was kicked off between the different types of dust. ”Primary objective: Keep the body safe. Minimize damage as much as possible. Secondary objective: Nullify attacker, to counteract any future mishaps.” Tactician thought to himself as he leaped into action at a lightning rate. With his right arm, he grasped the zipper of his hoodie and quickly pulled down. T. then propelled the piece of attire towards the pile, hoping that it would cover it by the time of the reaction. With his free arm, he pushed the black-haired man away, making sure he would be left mostly unscathed. With the remaining second, T. tried to lean off of the bench, trying to create as much of a gap as possible. “Sorry about your hoodie, Compassion.” He murmured as the reaction ignited, sending both Lupus and T. flying back a couple of meters. Though there explosion didn’t singe their bodies at all, the mere force exerted joggled his vision. He landed on his back and felt a pinch of pain run up his spine, though he clenched his teeth behind his closed lips and kept in the yelp. Tactician groaned and stood up whilst Lupus was still dusting himself off. He narrowed his eyes at the teen, ”Primary objective: Complete. Proceeding with secondary.” He began to reach for the firearm on his back, though his arm froze when a voice spoke up, ”No need for that. I’ll deal with it myself, T. Your job is done.” T. gave a nod of acknowledgement and let his arm slack to his side, giving the controls back to Compassion.
Compassion:
Gen stretched out as Lupus finally got up. He glanced over at the damage dealt by the teen’s naivety; both of their benches and the counter were signed with a black char. The wood was caked in evaporated coffee, dyeing the carpentry with mixing colors. The other students were left virtually unharmed, though they were probably shocked from such a sudden reaction. “Damn. He could have at least kept my hoodie.” The remains of the overwear were scattered across the area of effect, burned to a crisp. Hio let out a sigh, thanking the apparel for its noble sacrifice.A deep voice grumbled from behind the bar, followed by the shuffling of glass and debris.
“What the hell?! My bar! Whoever did this, you are compensating me!”
..rose from behind his fallen mini-tavern, a glass which used to contain gin still in his hand. A majority of his shirt was blown off in the explosion, leaving his fit exterior for the public to see. Gen mentally facepalmed at the sight, ”...All I wanted was a peaceful cup of coffee.” He pouted to himself as the very cause of the explosion was laughing hysterically.
Compassion:
Gen continued to chug down the beverage as he listened in on the conversation two seats to his left. It turns out the individual who had been drenched was acquainted with the beverage’s owner. ”That’s quite the coincidence.” He thought to himself as he set down the cup, checking the current time, and how long it was until their arrival. The teen wasn’t too fond of cramped places and wanted to plant his feet on some solid ground. ”Man, I can’t wait until I see our room! I hope there’s some nice shelf I can rest on, it’s stuffy in that bag of yours! And the bag keeps shaking, it’s making me dizzy.” Even though they are seen as copies of himself, they are still technically tied to their stuffed origins, which are currently packed away inside of Gen’s suitcase. Since his belongings were in the cargo section, is had been quite the bumpy ride for the pseudo-animals. He peered over to his right, noticing the student who introduced himself as ‘Lupus’, was holding something in his hands. After realizing that the vials were full of dust, the teen spun the lid off of one and poured out its contents. Gen watched as particles full of energy fluttered into the air away from the main mass. The bartender was too busy crafting an alcoholic masterpiece to care about what the student was doing. Lupus inspected another vial full of a different colored type of dust, squinting at resource as he shined it in the light. Once he felt satisfied, he eased off the lid and focused on the pile resting on the counter. ”Wait a moment…” Gen’s eyes widened in realization at what the young man was about to attempt. Why he would do it in such an unorthodox place, a bar on an AIRSHIP full of students, Hio didn’t even want to try wrapping around the student’s mind process. As soon as he was about to reach out to Lupus, he heard a voice in the back of his head.
”Priority alpha. Taking control of body. Proceeding actions are in self-defense.” The monotone statement instantly caused Gen’s vision the blur, he felt himself yanked from the command post of his own body, allowing a certain persona to take over.
Tactician
The scene before him slowed down in his eyes, allowing him to fully assess his possibilities. As the first impurity mixed, a chemical reaction was kicked off between the different types of dust. ”Primary objective: Keep the body safe. Minimize damage as much as possible. Secondary objective: Nullify attacker, to counteract any future mishaps.” Tactician thought to himself as he leaped into action at a lightning rate. With his right arm, he grasped the zipper of his hoodie and quickly pulled down. T. then propelled the piece of attire towards the pile, hoping that it would cover it by the time of the reaction. With his free arm, he pushed the black-haired man away, making sure he would be left mostly unscathed. With the remaining second, T. tried to lean off of the bench, trying to create as much of a gap as possible. “Sorry about your hoodie, Compassion.” He murmured as the reaction ignited, sending both Lupus and T. flying back a couple of meters. Though there explosion didn’t singe their bodies at all, the mere force exerted joggled his vision. He landed on his back and felt a pinch of pain run up his spine, though he clenched his teeth behind his closed lips and kept in the yelp. Tactician groaned and stood up whilst Lupus was still dusting himself off. He narrowed his eyes at the teen, ”Primary objective: Complete. Proceeding with secondary.” He began to reach for the firearm on his back, though his arm froze when a voice spoke up, ”No need for that. I’ll deal with it myself, T. Your job is done.” T. gave a nod of acknowledgement and let his arm slack to his side, giving the controls back to Compassion.
Compassion:
Gen stretched out as Lupus finally got up. He glanced over at the damage dealt by the teen’s naivety; both of their benches and the counter were signed with a black char. The wood was caked in evaporated coffee, dyeing the carpentry with mixing colors. The other students were left virtually unharmed, though they were probably shocked from such a sudden reaction. “Damn. He could have at least kept my hoodie.” The remains of the overwear were scattered across the area of effect, burned to a crisp. Hio let out a sigh, thanking the apparel for its noble sacrifice.A deep voice grumbled from behind the bar, followed by the shuffling of glass and debris.
“What the hell?! My bar! Whoever did this, you are compensating me!”
1Charak2 said
okay Explosion happened depending on how much of the bar is damaged is up to you guys. but it was a reasonable explosion...
Since Gen is closest to the explosion, he's gonna have to react faaaaaaaast. I'll start writing up a post.
I guess so. I'll get around to writing up a post later today. I think it's just us five at this point.
The Silver Lining:
Compassion:
”...Now let’s just see how this story arc progresses.” Gen thought to himself as he continued to indulge himself with the ground drink. He glanced around, sneaking peeks at his fellow students from time to time. Though his observation skills weren’t as adept as most, he got a relative idea of who he would be working with for the rest of his time at Beacon. Whilst his allies were among the crowd, there were also those who would end up becoming competitors. The teen had fully grasped how important these next few days would be. He indeed had faith in Tactician’s ability to choose the right teammates, the persona only thought about how beneficial they are on the battlefield. He leaves it to Gen to deal with every other aspect, such as social ordeals, studies, and self-management. It’d probably be in T’s best interests to find a balanced team. Though he probably won’t take into consideration their own opinions and beliefs. I’ll just have to trust him and watch from the waiting room.” Once the airship arrives at the port, the students will most likely be left to wander until the opening ceremony. Gen had a vague conception of what the other students and himself will be put through tomorrow. Euuugh. How can you drink that stuff, C? And you’re drinking it black as well! I hope you get a tummy ache, and then your pained stomach will keep you awake for the whole night!” Hio smiled feinly at the persona’s complaints, ”There’s a difference between receiving the taste mentally, and feeling the texture of the drink. Since the personas were in a sense, a manifestation of Gen’s sub-conscious, they knew the taste of every delicacy the teen has consumed.
Even though his eyes were narrowed at the brown liquid, he noticed a figure in his peripheral vision. As he turned to his side, Gen focused on the aesthetic qualities of the student. The teen was sporting a brown v-neck jacket, he also had a red bandana tied around his forehead, topped off with a cap concealing a portion of his grey hair. ”See, guys, this person right here looks pretty laid-back. Probably a nice person to converse w-” Gen was cut off mid-thought when the very person he was complimenting suddenly unsheathed and readied both of his shortswords. The teen nearly fell off the stool in astonishment as his eyes darted to the reflective metal, serrated and sharp to the point. An internal alarm was blaring within Hio, his fight-or-flight system kicked in. It was excruciatingly tiring to stop T. from ripping Gen from the controls and taking the situation into his own hands. If C.’s grip was any looser, the battle-rounded persona would have most likely kicked the newcomer back. After creating some distance, there would be nothing stopping the persona from unleashing volleys upon volleys on the student. ”It’s ok T. It’s ok. Stand down.” He thought to himself, taking short gasps of air as he affirmed his command over the body.
Gen managed a greeting smile and nodded, “Hello. I’m Gen Hio. Pleased to meet you.” He introduced himself in an unoriginal fashion. Within the span of a few minutes, two other students waltzed over to the bar for refreshments. The first was a male of similar age, who had lazily combed black hair spread over his face. He was wearing plain, snowwhite formal attire, accompanied by a blue tie which matched the ends of his sleeves. The other student was vastly more unique than Gen, her most notable feature was her race, obviously of faunus origin. She appeared to resemble a rabbit, as her ears blended in with her beige-tinted hair, accompanied by an aesthetically public tail. He had to commend her for openly displaying her heritage, though A. clicked his tongue as soon as he laid eyes on her. ”Damn, there are too many fauni in this school. There are too many in general. Just a bunch of ani-” He soon acknowledged Compassion’s nonchalant stare on him. To those around Gen, it would appear that he was just staring at empty space. The persona relinquished the rest of his comment and looked off to his side, “Well, looks like we are all in need of refreshments, yes?” A few other students wandered over to the bar, ordering their own choice of drink. The other students were surprised by a crashing sound near one of the bay windows. Gen’s ears picked up the sounds of water splashing onto the floor, yet he was only lightly showered. The unfortunate receiver of the drink was another student sitting next to him. He half-expected a comment out of Aggressor, but the persona was too busy rolling on the floor, gasping for air between laughs. Exuberance was following suit, of course in a higher pitch. He let out a sigh and looked up at the bartender with a weary expression, “I’m going to need another cup of coffee, please.”
Compassion:
”...Now let’s just see how this story arc progresses.” Gen thought to himself as he continued to indulge himself with the ground drink. He glanced around, sneaking peeks at his fellow students from time to time. Though his observation skills weren’t as adept as most, he got a relative idea of who he would be working with for the rest of his time at Beacon. Whilst his allies were among the crowd, there were also those who would end up becoming competitors. The teen had fully grasped how important these next few days would be. He indeed had faith in Tactician’s ability to choose the right teammates, the persona only thought about how beneficial they are on the battlefield. He leaves it to Gen to deal with every other aspect, such as social ordeals, studies, and self-management. It’d probably be in T’s best interests to find a balanced team. Though he probably won’t take into consideration their own opinions and beliefs. I’ll just have to trust him and watch from the waiting room.” Once the airship arrives at the port, the students will most likely be left to wander until the opening ceremony. Gen had a vague conception of what the other students and himself will be put through tomorrow. Euuugh. How can you drink that stuff, C? And you’re drinking it black as well! I hope you get a tummy ache, and then your pained stomach will keep you awake for the whole night!” Hio smiled feinly at the persona’s complaints, ”There’s a difference between receiving the taste mentally, and feeling the texture of the drink. Since the personas were in a sense, a manifestation of Gen’s sub-conscious, they knew the taste of every delicacy the teen has consumed.
Even though his eyes were narrowed at the brown liquid, he noticed a figure in his peripheral vision. As he turned to his side, Gen focused on the aesthetic qualities of the student. The teen was sporting a brown v-neck jacket, he also had a red bandana tied around his forehead, topped off with a cap concealing a portion of his grey hair. ”See, guys, this person right here looks pretty laid-back. Probably a nice person to converse w-” Gen was cut off mid-thought when the very person he was complimenting suddenly unsheathed and readied both of his shortswords. The teen nearly fell off the stool in astonishment as his eyes darted to the reflective metal, serrated and sharp to the point. An internal alarm was blaring within Hio, his fight-or-flight system kicked in. It was excruciatingly tiring to stop T. from ripping Gen from the controls and taking the situation into his own hands. If C.’s grip was any looser, the battle-rounded persona would have most likely kicked the newcomer back. After creating some distance, there would be nothing stopping the persona from unleashing volleys upon volleys on the student. ”It’s ok T. It’s ok. Stand down.” He thought to himself, taking short gasps of air as he affirmed his command over the body.
Gen managed a greeting smile and nodded, “Hello. I’m Gen Hio. Pleased to meet you.” He introduced himself in an unoriginal fashion. Within the span of a few minutes, two other students waltzed over to the bar for refreshments. The first was a male of similar age, who had lazily combed black hair spread over his face. He was wearing plain, snowwhite formal attire, accompanied by a blue tie which matched the ends of his sleeves. The other student was vastly more unique than Gen, her most notable feature was her race, obviously of faunus origin. She appeared to resemble a rabbit, as her ears blended in with her beige-tinted hair, accompanied by an aesthetically public tail. He had to commend her for openly displaying her heritage, though A. clicked his tongue as soon as he laid eyes on her. ”Damn, there are too many fauni in this school. There are too many in general. Just a bunch of ani-” He soon acknowledged Compassion’s nonchalant stare on him. To those around Gen, it would appear that he was just staring at empty space. The persona relinquished the rest of his comment and looked off to his side, “Well, looks like we are all in need of refreshments, yes?” A few other students wandered over to the bar, ordering their own choice of drink. The other students were surprised by a crashing sound near one of the bay windows. Gen’s ears picked up the sounds of water splashing onto the floor, yet he was only lightly showered. The unfortunate receiver of the drink was another student sitting next to him. He half-expected a comment out of Aggressor, but the persona was too busy rolling on the floor, gasping for air between laughs. Exuberance was following suit, of course in a higher pitch. He let out a sigh and looked up at the bartender with a weary expression, “I’m going to need another cup of coffee, please.”
Next post should be up in roughly an hour or so.
Alrighty then. Welp, post is up. Turns out it's 1:20 in the morning here, so I should be going to sleep soon. Just for clarification, since QQCode lacks colored text, I have to improvise. Exuberance's quotes are in bold, meanwhile Aggressor's are underlined.
Genesis:
Compassion:
The teen hung over the railing of the ship, gazing out to the skyscape as the wind blew at his hair. His eyes stared blankly at the passing clouds as the aircraft followed its course. It was Gen’s first year at beacon, a fresh beginning full of new experiences. A clean slate where he could make friends, and become viable in the eyes of those close to him. Those were his hopes, at least. Whether such dreams could become a reality was a completely different trial, one which he wasn’t too skilled in. His line of sight trailed towards the other students who were around him. All of them were individualism easily triumphed Gen’s sorry attempt at expressing himself. Each students was unique; whether it was in apparel, weapon choice, or overall anatomy, they all had distinguishing qualities. Unlike the other students who were draped in more flashy attire, Gen subsided to an ordain green hoodie, a tie of a similar pattern, a white undershirt to make the neckpiece more pronounced, and a pair of black jeans. Not by any span of the imagination did he appear as a child of a renowned house, known for producing eligible hunters and huntresses. He glanced back at Sagaciter, the rifle which was slung over his shoulder reflected the sun’s rays, the luster of the weapon was almost blinding. His attention was suddenly drawn by a giddy laugh to his left, followed by a grown of displeasement.
Gen looked to his side and made a slight smile as his vision focused on his two companions; Aggressor and Exuberance. They were both aesthetically the same as Gen in every aspect, except for expression. The two were personas the teen’s mind had manifested during his time in Signal, both of which have their own views and way of tongue. The giggle from a few moments ago originated from the one closest to him, E, who was leaning halfway over the railing. His widened eyes were filled with a childish sparkle as he stared at the clouds, ”Wow! We’re so high up~ I want to eat a cloud! I wonder what clouds taste like? Compassion, do you know what clouds taste like? I bet they’re yummy in my tummy!” If E. was actually human, he would have most likely suffocated from lack of oxygen by this point. Since he isn’t bound by the chains of reality, he acts without the slightest of a care. By this point, E. had already began twirling around energetically with his arms raised high, singing a hymn about the condensed delicacies.
Gen noticed that E’s counterpart, Aggressor, was leaning against the railing with an annoyed expression. The furrow in the manifestation’s brows grew deeper and more pronounced as his opposite’s incessant singing continued on. It was only a few seconds until the loose seal broke loose, letting all of his built-up anger fly out, ”Would you just shut up already!? I don’t care about your stupid clouds or your weird eating hab- Hell, you can’t even eat, since C. never gives us the driver’s seat!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, quickly shutting up E, gaining both of their attention. Gen was used to A.’s constant complaints about never being given the controls, though it was for a good reason. Both of the secondary personas were inexperienced when it came to controlling a body, and such a diverse change in personality would raise some questions. Gen sighed and met A.’s eyes, staring them down with his usual kind expression. All he had to do was make a modest smile, and keep eye contact with Aggressor. It wasn’t long until the persona resolved to giving up, realizing he had crossed the line. Though the angered tint in his retinas quickly returned as he looked around, ”Tactician’s been kept up to date, right? Wonder what that lazy bastard is doing right now. It’s annoying as hell when he just randomly takes controls. You’re way too lenient with him.” A. scowled and rubbed his chin, meanwhile Exuberance chose to speak up, ”He is right, you know. Before we got here, he squashed that poor innocent bug after it bit you! That bug was just trying to stay alive, it probably had a family. I’m sure its wife and children are waiting for their daddy to come home as we speak!” E. pouted as he began to sniffle, probably thinking too deeply about the deceased insect.
“It’s alright, E. We can make a funeral for it when we get to Beacon.” Gen muttered reassuringly, making sure nobody nearby heard him. Since they are both figments of his imagination, he had to be careful to not appear insane to those around him. Aggressor snorted and made a devilish grin, ”If I was him, I would have kept that bug alive. Then I would have taken it to its home, and murdered it in front of the whole family.” He dreamed, the image of the family in despair was frighteningly satisfying. A. turned to the other two and noticed that Exuberance was cowering behind Gen, obviously scared half to death. ”Compassion, you don’t need Tactician to fight those big mean monsters! You need him to take care of this sadistic psychopath!” E. yelled, jabbing his finger in an out at his counterpart. Though before A. could retort, Gen quickly raised his hand, cutting off the conversation from escalating any further. “Give me some space for the time being. I have to converse with some people.” He said quietly as he leaned away from the railing. Taking in those around him,
Gen began to start off towards a student, but stopped as soon after his first step. Both A. and E. glanced at each other, then stifled their own form of laughter, ”You have no idea how to start a conversation, do you?” Aggressor teased maliciously, obviously showing no sense of self-control as he laughed. Gen sighed and walked off towards the drink bar, hoping to grab a cup of coffee. Once he took his seat, the two secondary personas remained standing, as per the usual procedure. “Who knows, maybe somebody will walk by and see my lonesome self, and feel the need to greet me out of pity.” He muttered to himself as he raised the cup, savoring the bitter taste of the beverage. "So this is my first inscription within my new slate, eh? A cup of coffee." Gen narrowed his eyes at the plastic cup, swishing around the liquid inside. He simply shrugged and continued to enjoy the drink, "In all honesty, it's a pretty good first chapter."
Compassion:
The teen hung over the railing of the ship, gazing out to the skyscape as the wind blew at his hair. His eyes stared blankly at the passing clouds as the aircraft followed its course. It was Gen’s first year at beacon, a fresh beginning full of new experiences. A clean slate where he could make friends, and become viable in the eyes of those close to him. Those were his hopes, at least. Whether such dreams could become a reality was a completely different trial, one which he wasn’t too skilled in. His line of sight trailed towards the other students who were around him. All of them were individualism easily triumphed Gen’s sorry attempt at expressing himself. Each students was unique; whether it was in apparel, weapon choice, or overall anatomy, they all had distinguishing qualities. Unlike the other students who were draped in more flashy attire, Gen subsided to an ordain green hoodie, a tie of a similar pattern, a white undershirt to make the neckpiece more pronounced, and a pair of black jeans. Not by any span of the imagination did he appear as a child of a renowned house, known for producing eligible hunters and huntresses. He glanced back at Sagaciter, the rifle which was slung over his shoulder reflected the sun’s rays, the luster of the weapon was almost blinding. His attention was suddenly drawn by a giddy laugh to his left, followed by a grown of displeasement.
Gen looked to his side and made a slight smile as his vision focused on his two companions; Aggressor and Exuberance. They were both aesthetically the same as Gen in every aspect, except for expression. The two were personas the teen’s mind had manifested during his time in Signal, both of which have their own views and way of tongue. The giggle from a few moments ago originated from the one closest to him, E, who was leaning halfway over the railing. His widened eyes were filled with a childish sparkle as he stared at the clouds, ”Wow! We’re so high up~ I want to eat a cloud! I wonder what clouds taste like? Compassion, do you know what clouds taste like? I bet they’re yummy in my tummy!” If E. was actually human, he would have most likely suffocated from lack of oxygen by this point. Since he isn’t bound by the chains of reality, he acts without the slightest of a care. By this point, E. had already began twirling around energetically with his arms raised high, singing a hymn about the condensed delicacies.
Gen noticed that E’s counterpart, Aggressor, was leaning against the railing with an annoyed expression. The furrow in the manifestation’s brows grew deeper and more pronounced as his opposite’s incessant singing continued on. It was only a few seconds until the loose seal broke loose, letting all of his built-up anger fly out, ”Would you just shut up already!? I don’t care about your stupid clouds or your weird eating hab- Hell, you can’t even eat, since C. never gives us the driver’s seat!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, quickly shutting up E, gaining both of their attention. Gen was used to A.’s constant complaints about never being given the controls, though it was for a good reason. Both of the secondary personas were inexperienced when it came to controlling a body, and such a diverse change in personality would raise some questions. Gen sighed and met A.’s eyes, staring them down with his usual kind expression. All he had to do was make a modest smile, and keep eye contact with Aggressor. It wasn’t long until the persona resolved to giving up, realizing he had crossed the line. Though the angered tint in his retinas quickly returned as he looked around, ”Tactician’s been kept up to date, right? Wonder what that lazy bastard is doing right now. It’s annoying as hell when he just randomly takes controls. You’re way too lenient with him.” A. scowled and rubbed his chin, meanwhile Exuberance chose to speak up, ”He is right, you know. Before we got here, he squashed that poor innocent bug after it bit you! That bug was just trying to stay alive, it probably had a family. I’m sure its wife and children are waiting for their daddy to come home as we speak!” E. pouted as he began to sniffle, probably thinking too deeply about the deceased insect.
“It’s alright, E. We can make a funeral for it when we get to Beacon.” Gen muttered reassuringly, making sure nobody nearby heard him. Since they are both figments of his imagination, he had to be careful to not appear insane to those around him. Aggressor snorted and made a devilish grin, ”If I was him, I would have kept that bug alive. Then I would have taken it to its home, and murdered it in front of the whole family.” He dreamed, the image of the family in despair was frighteningly satisfying. A. turned to the other two and noticed that Exuberance was cowering behind Gen, obviously scared half to death. ”Compassion, you don’t need Tactician to fight those big mean monsters! You need him to take care of this sadistic psychopath!” E. yelled, jabbing his finger in an out at his counterpart. Though before A. could retort, Gen quickly raised his hand, cutting off the conversation from escalating any further. “Give me some space for the time being. I have to converse with some people.” He said quietly as he leaned away from the railing. Taking in those around him,
Gen began to start off towards a student, but stopped as soon after his first step. Both A. and E. glanced at each other, then stifled their own form of laughter, ”You have no idea how to start a conversation, do you?” Aggressor teased maliciously, obviously showing no sense of self-control as he laughed. Gen sighed and walked off towards the drink bar, hoping to grab a cup of coffee. Once he took his seat, the two secondary personas remained standing, as per the usual procedure. “Who knows, maybe somebody will walk by and see my lonesome self, and feel the need to greet me out of pity.” He muttered to himself as he raised the cup, savoring the bitter taste of the beverage. "So this is my first inscription within my new slate, eh? A cup of coffee." Gen narrowed his eyes at the plastic cup, swishing around the liquid inside. He simply shrugged and continued to enjoy the drink, "In all honesty, it's a pretty good first chapter."
I can host the group. I have had skype for a few years. Sounds like a good idea.
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Oh, it's from The Garden of Words. Epic movie.
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*Rummages through siggygif*
Oh, it's from The Garden of Words. Epic movie.
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