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Current AHAHAHAHAH WHO THOUGHT OF SECOND MIDTERMS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA -CRIES DEEPLY IN CORNER-
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AHAHAHHAHAAHAHAH MIDTERMS AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH -CRIES IN CORNER-
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COFFEE.EXE LOADING
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CHANGED AVATAR NO RAGRATS
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I just realized I should put something here. Erm... For the time being:

COFFEE.

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...YOU CAN'T SEE ME

And at that point, John Cena made a cameo appearance as a student of Beacon.
I can't really add much to the conversation, don't know a lot about DC. Mostly a marvel fanboy, >.>
Beacon Tower - Changing Times


Delta had to be practically taken by the hand up the tower while he was lost in a daze, completely engulfed in the drastic change of scenery. He probably wouldn’t have even moved his legs at the faculty member’s incessant commands if the music wasn’t the only thing bounding him to reality. Now his gaze have shifted from greenery to the intricate layout of clockwork above, rhythmically grinding gears and cogs to uphold a physical elucidation of time. Aside from that, the office seemed pretty generic in general. It was what to be expected of the sanctum of a renowned academy headmaster. Well, that was not entirely true. There was one more peculiar aspect of the office that Delta hadn’t overlooked. It was the very headmaster himself. From books and personal accounts of fellow soldiers in their student life excursions, most people in his position were known to be uptight, pretentious, and held firm to their belief and theirs alone. But this man had a different aura surrounding him. There was the sense of tranquility looming around him, filling the air so that it may be breathed into the lungs of those around him.

His attire also deviated from stereotype, with a viridescent scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, an unzipped black suit, and shaded spectacles which seemed far too small to be usable. On top of that, he was tall. Very tall. He probably saw the world from a perspective nine inches higher than Delta. Ozpin briefly inspect the two before instructing them to collect their scrolls and then seek out their team leader, albeit the boy’s ears nearly reverberated it as squad leader. The boy picked up his device in hand and instantly got into the motion of pecking at the screen. He already knew how such devices operated, so sifting through the academy’s personal modifications was a synch. It was a bit of a challenge to hear him over the loud music, regardless of their current altitude. Though the way he finished his welcoming caused him to perk up.

”...it will be time to begin.” Delta and Eve exchanged glances then stared at the headmaster at unison. The student Delta’s side must have been his teammate, although he didn’t get a good look of the individual’s character, he would surely have a chance later on. ”Hey, Delta. There’s something I want to talk to you about. It’s about the mus-” Just like that, the perpetual rhythm, much like that of the clockworks overhead, suddenly came to an abrupt end. The only noise that filled the room now was a choir of ticking.

The boy slowly slipped the scroll into his shirt’s pocket and ambivalently paced his way over to the office’s window, walking past the headmaster without the slightest of recognition. He stopped right before the massive pane of glass and gazed down at the landscape below. ”Quite the view up here…” He noted in an absentminded tone, letting his eyes settle upon what seemed to be the source of the commotion. Quite the crowd of students had flocked to that side of the campus. Eve hoisted itself out of the pouch and leaped onto Delta’s shoulder to get a better look. The familiar winced at what it saw, digging its face into the student’s neck to obstruct its vision. This definitely wasn’t an average day at an academy. Either that, or school life was more hectic than Delta had foreseen. ”What did you see?” The boy nonchalantly asked. He could barely make out individual faces and features, all of them looked like ants from this height. What he could tell was that they were escorting something, or rather, somebody.

”It wasn’t pretty, to say the least.” Eve managed to eek out, finally raising its head from the groove in Delta’s neck, ”As I am sure you have already guessed, that was the source of the ’music’. I singled out the decibel frequency and traced it to the source. I tried to tell you about it, but we had already arrived here by the time I was done with processing.” As the popular trend went, semblances were reflections of the soul. ”A canary stripped of the right to sing…” Delta mumbled as he stepped away from the window and turned around to face the headmaster, giving the man of the highest authority his iconic deadpan expression, ”I guess Grane and I have enrolled during times of change. We will meet your expectations, and surpass them by far, sir.” He wasn’t one to speak for others, but seeing as dire times were at their doorstep, a dash of wishful thinking didn’t hurt.

Delta was about to gather his luggage and go out to search for their team leader, but as if on cue a student made a raucous entrance, panting uncontrollably with matted red hair hanging loosely. Eve was left dumbfounded at the sight, but as the student managed to force out some kind synopsis between breaths, the looks on the familiar’s face only confirmed the statement. Delta took this chance to take out his scrolls and navigate his way to the team roster, where each of the member’s profiles resided. He pressed a jutted fingertip at Robert’s tab, which popped up what might as well have been a mugshot. Well, that made his job a lot easier. But introductions would have to be left for later. Delta walked over to his case and rolling bag and placed a grip on both of them, then motioned at the headmaster with a nod towards the door, ”I believe you’re needed, sir. We’ll be right behind you.”
@Jedly - Your online handle makes me happy every time I see and read it.


Yaaaaay. I think I've had it since... 2012...? Maybe '11? Basically a shortened version of my first ever online username, with a playful suffix.

I'll post in the IC tomorrow, surprised how much OOC activity went on.

EDIT:

ENDED UP POSTING IT'S 3 AM -FLIES OFF INTO SLUMBER-
-logs on, sees how many people are on the page-

Thirteen viewers, woah. Gonna read over the new IC pos-skyra lolwut.
>JSSC

just call us team Jurassic cause we go prehistoric up in this bitch




That's actually a pretty legit name. Senpai squad supremacy.
En route to Beacon - Imperfect and Incomplete


Delta had slept on many surfaces in the duration of his life. Rocks, trees, the cold hard ground, the majority of which would make clean freaks keel over from shock. The sorry excuse for seating within the Atlesian dropship would have to be tallied as more on the comfortable side, as the spontaneous plastic lining did provide a somewhat satisfactory pillow. Having such a flexible perk came into use very often, because of it the boy always had adequate sleep for the day to come. At least, that would have been the case, if somebody hadn’t turned up what should have been faint music in his headphones. It was a miracle that he was able to indulge himself in such a hobby, it just took a few pleas to his father that rhythm helped him concentrate. Instead of sitting upright out of surprise, he merely opened his eyes at a lethargic pace and peered down to where he left his mPod before sleep overtook him.

Sitting on his chest next to the device was none other than Eve, whose stubby appendages were pressed against the volume buttons. Delta raised an eyebrow at the miniscule familiar, expecting a reason for intruding upon his rest. ”Ah, you’re finally awake. Pilot said we’re almost there, gather your belongings.” Eve quickly said before jumping off of the young soldier’s chest, then took another leap onto one of his suitcases. There wasn’t exactly much to gather in the first place. Just a rolling bag for his personal belongings and a metal case, approximately five feet in length, which contained his weapons and dust supplies.

His eyes glossed over his luggage and made their way onto the man across from him, who was currently pecking away at his scroll. It was rare to see Jerome in casual attire, usually he was religiously sporting the white uniform all soldiers were required to wear. Jerome was many things. He was a husband, a father, a commissioned officer, an endearing soul in a world enveloped by an unbalanced concoction of serenity and distraught. Already on the latter half of his life, the man issued wisdom as much as he did with orders, he might even be considered a role model in Delta’s book. The man perked up as soon as he realized that his subordinate was awake, ”Oh, morning kiddo. Sorry, was just reading over a few reports…” The man got to his feet, in response Delta flew out of his slump and got to attention at a cursory pace, with a broadened salute.

Jerome placed a light grip on the teen’s shoulder, ”At ease. It’s not like we’re going to another base or anything. It’s a big day, have to start getting out of that whole mindset. I don’t want to hear from your teachers that you suddenly started saluting them at the start of every class.” The man chuckled while the boy allowed his arm to hang loosely at his side, yet he still retained the same posture. ”Is that really alri-” Jerome held up a hand, cutting the boy off mid-sentence, ”You’ve been deprived of your childhood. This is the least we can do for you. You got a whole life of opportunity ahead of you. Don’t squander it.” As he said this, he motioned to one of the dropship’s windows. Delta traced his hand and paced his way over to the thick pane of glass. He was almost uncertain in completely looking out the pane, but the sense of unknowing took over and guided his gaze to the world outside. There it was. Beacon Academy. Luckily, the dropship was an unarmed variant, or a few heads would have been turned at the sight of an aircraft equipped with gatling guns. From there, the page was finally turned.
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Delta set down his case and turned to face the front of the aircraft. He could see Jerome and the pilot through the glass. His first instinct was to salute, but he suddenly paused in the midst of the motion. He glanced at his partially bent arm then at his comrades in the cockpit. Rather than completing the angle, Delta straightened out his arm and held it highly, then rotated his hand so his palm was facing the ship. The boy proceeded to move his raised arm back and forth in minute increments. Even though the glass was translucent, he was still able to make out Jerome’s smile. He continued to wave farewell as the ship gradually gained altitude, all the while zephyrs grazed his face and flung his hat’s straps, then veered off onto its course.

Delta looked down at Eve, which returned his gaze from the pouch, ”Looks like you’ve grown a bit, Delta.” The boy stared at his familiar for a few seconds before he picked up his case and rolled along his bag, ”Wonder what’s with that loud music? Was there a festival on today’s agenda?” Basically, Delta was traversing unknown territory. He didn’t know what was in store in an academy of Vale, he couldn’t help but to be left in awe at every sight and sound. What caught his eye the most was the renowned tower looming over the whole campus, a sign of modernization which still held onto its origins. Eve shook its head and let out a yawn.

”Lots of students as well…” Delta was unsure whether he should strike up a conversation with one, or maybe even ask for directions. ”We’ll stop by the dorms later, might as well see the campus.” He was kind of hoping somebody would come to pick him up, even though he was issued instructions prior to his arrival, he was lost in the moment.
@LugubriousI started writing a portion on how he arrives at Beacon, via Atlesian aircraft. I can end the post at him arriving at docking bay, if that's alright?
-wakes up, makes coffee, reads over the entire conversation-



Plank has sewn the seeds of pun-struction. I'm still a bit sleepy don't judge.

@Guess WhoOh, GF might be applying? Coolio.

Should I hold off from posting, if there's some way my character shoulder enter, or just make him get off an airship.
@Kidd -prepares coffee, Kidd is imminent-

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