Abby had been expecting some amount of confusion from the pancham, but this was a bit much. She didn’t know where she was or what was going on? That did not bode well for his own questions.
“Well, you see… I was hoping that you could answer those questions for me,” he said, quietly closing the cell door now that Isra had removed herself from its confines. “I was led to believe that you might have some answers for me.”
He stood for a moment to size her up. He liked the cape: apparently she thought them as fashionable and practical as he. The hat wasn’t so great, but he supposed that it worked with the mystical stranger aesthetic that she might have been going for. It stopped him from looking her fully in the face, though, suggesting that open communication was not high on her list of priorities.
“You are from a nomadic clan, yes? I believe that I was, as well, and was hoping that you could inform me about myself. I appear to have some holes in my memory since the day that the feral attacked me.”
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@harine Does this work?
@Alice Said hole in the ground must have magically fixed itself, because we never see it. Also I'm saving you from expulsion for reckless endangerment. Just go ahead and edit it ;)
Edit: nevermind didn't read your formatting thing
@Alice Said hole in the ground must have magically fixed itself, because we never see it. Also I'm saving you from expulsion for reckless endangerment. Just go ahead and edit it ;)
Edit: nevermind didn't read your formatting thing
I'mma say no. You can unleash whatever you want on those doors, but the whole campus is shielded strongly enough to prevent students from damaging it (it is a fighting school, after all, and yet isn't just a crater in the ground: obviously there's something special in its construction).
Chickens. Coral's teeth showed as she smiled at the sight. Good to see a Faunus standing up for herself. She hadn't seen what silliness had started this silliness, but it didn't matter. The guy was surely getting what he deserved, and she was certainly getting dinner.
The sheath on her back made a clicking noise and it unlocked for one of the knives to release. Said knife floated out to Coral's side, and she grabbed it without even needing to look. It was a long sleek thing, without much adornment other than the glowing red stone at the bottom that linked it to the sheath, which was then connected to her aura. As far as uses went, it looked more suited for slashing and poking things in melee than for throwing, but that had never bothered Coral. Heck, with enough practice you could cut things with cards, and she'd built similar rapport with these deadly instruments.
It didn't take particular skill to hit one of the chickens, though. There were so many of them that it was like shooting fish in a barrel. But that worked well enough for Coral: after all, she wasn't doing this for the challenge, she was doing this because delicious meat was parading in front of her, taunting her with its not-deadness. She threw out the knife, and amidst the white feathered madness a splash of red signified her success. She issued the recall command, and the knife, chicken attached, heeded it, zipping through the enraged hens directly back to its position at her side.
She removed the chicken and cleaned the knife on it before returning said knife to its holster and then biting into her meal. "Yeah, I'm sure they are," she lied to Gerald's question, shrugging. "I prefer to threaten and maim than to charm, personally."
"Want some?" She gestured invitingly at the dead bird as her "hair" stripped away the feathers and she spat out the few she'd bitten off in her impatience. "Tastes like chicken!"
The sheath on her back made a clicking noise and it unlocked for one of the knives to release. Said knife floated out to Coral's side, and she grabbed it without even needing to look. It was a long sleek thing, without much adornment other than the glowing red stone at the bottom that linked it to the sheath, which was then connected to her aura. As far as uses went, it looked more suited for slashing and poking things in melee than for throwing, but that had never bothered Coral. Heck, with enough practice you could cut things with cards, and she'd built similar rapport with these deadly instruments.
It didn't take particular skill to hit one of the chickens, though. There were so many of them that it was like shooting fish in a barrel. But that worked well enough for Coral: after all, she wasn't doing this for the challenge, she was doing this because delicious meat was parading in front of her, taunting her with its not-deadness. She threw out the knife, and amidst the white feathered madness a splash of red signified her success. She issued the recall command, and the knife, chicken attached, heeded it, zipping through the enraged hens directly back to its position at her side.
She removed the chicken and cleaned the knife on it before returning said knife to its holster and then biting into her meal. "Yeah, I'm sure they are," she lied to Gerald's question, shrugging. "I prefer to threaten and maim than to charm, personally."
"Want some?" She gestured invitingly at the dead bird as her "hair" stripped away the feathers and she spat out the few she'd bitten off in her impatience. "Tastes like chicken!"
Monado learned Self Destruct!
Name: Coral Thresh
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus
Personality:
Coral is one of the more infamous personalities at Beacon. A week doesn’t go by that she doesn’t get into trouble, and word is going around that her expulsion is imminent. Then again, she has a burning fervor that Ozpin insists can be bent to good for all, not just for Faunus; and if she were to be rejected from Beacon, one of the self-proclaimed pinnacle racially-equal institutions, it’s likely that she would take her considerable skill and combat ability to the White Fang. And so she has not yet been purged from Beacon, and Coral is still the most racist, violent kid on campus.
Weapons:
Semblance:
Strengths:
Coral is a very strong 1v1 duelist, capable of turning a situation around with tactful use of Trickster, whether this be to dodge a powerful attack or to turn the situation into a 2v1.
Coral has keen Faunus senses and a strong premonition if she is being followed or watched. This, combined with her stealth, makes her a hard-to-track sneaky little son-of-a-squid.
Due to her physiology and past experiences, Coral has developed a high pain threshold.
Coral shares many experiences with other Faunus, and therefore has little trouble connecting with them.
Weaknesses: (In and out of combat)
Coral has a long cooldown on her Semblance. Exploit this to attack her when she can’t Trickster away.
Coral has weak Aura defenses, as her Semblance takes a lot of power and her weapons rely on a constant supply of Aura-based commands. To balance her energy demands and make sure that she can last through the fight, she therefore must sacrifice her defensive capability: her shields are weak, she has no Aura healing, and her physical damage reduction is lower than normal, making her an extremely fragile Huntress.
Coral is extremely prejudiced and has an infamously-foul temper when it comes to humans. Her reputation often precedes her, and makes it even harder than it would be otherwise for her to connect with non-Faunus.
Theme Song:
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus
Personality:
Coral is one of the more infamous personalities at Beacon. A week doesn’t go by that she doesn’t get into trouble, and word is going around that her expulsion is imminent. Then again, she has a burning fervor that Ozpin insists can be bent to good for all, not just for Faunus; and if she were to be rejected from Beacon, one of the self-proclaimed pinnacle racially-equal institutions, it’s likely that she would take her considerable skill and combat ability to the White Fang. And so she has not yet been purged from Beacon, and Coral is still the most racist, violent kid on campus.
Weapons:
Semblance:
Strengths:
Coral is a very strong 1v1 duelist, capable of turning a situation around with tactful use of Trickster, whether this be to dodge a powerful attack or to turn the situation into a 2v1.
Coral has keen Faunus senses and a strong premonition if she is being followed or watched. This, combined with her stealth, makes her a hard-to-track sneaky little son-of-a-squid.
Due to her physiology and past experiences, Coral has developed a high pain threshold.
Coral shares many experiences with other Faunus, and therefore has little trouble connecting with them.
Weaknesses: (In and out of combat)
Coral has a long cooldown on her Semblance. Exploit this to attack her when she can’t Trickster away.
Coral has weak Aura defenses, as her Semblance takes a lot of power and her weapons rely on a constant supply of Aura-based commands. To balance her energy demands and make sure that she can last through the fight, she therefore must sacrifice her defensive capability: her shields are weak, she has no Aura healing, and her physical damage reduction is lower than normal, making her an extremely fragile Huntress.
Coral is extremely prejudiced and has an infamously-foul temper when it comes to humans. Her reputation often precedes her, and makes it even harder than it would be otherwise for her to connect with non-Faunus.
Theme Song:
“I suppose,” Coral replied to Esther’s query as to her excitement. She made sure that her voice suggested the opposite of what she said. She had worked hard to get here, after all, and finally seeing the place for real, and not just in pictures or holocaust, was something. It certainly was far more impressive than things back “home”. If those barbarians could see her now… but of course, they couldn’t. That would have completely voided the whole reason for coming here.
Was it a dream? Well, other than the fact that the others were questioning if it were (did your own hallucinations question the existence of your dream reality?), she could see how it could feel that way. It had been a rigorous trial to get this far, and now all they had to do was walk down some steps, and they’d be in Beacon proper, ready to become hunters and huntresses.
The ship touched ground, and a subtle shock rippled through its frame as it came to a well-practiced stop. The pilots were pretty good this time. Gerald asked if they should go, and Coral gave him a look that said “No, really? I came all this way to stay on the ship.”
Instead, she said “I suppose” and made her way back down the stairs she’d just ascended a few minutes ago and struggled her way through the crowds. Oh, wait, shield girl would take a while to get through. Coral considered for a moment. She could go on without them, and perhaps attach herself to some other group. Or she could go alone and try to figure out what she was supposed to do on her own. Or she could wait a few minutes for the crowds to clear enough for cumbersome and awkward to make her way down. The last one sounded like the least bother, so she leaned against the off ramp, casually stretching her legs, since she hadn’t really gotten the chance to do it on the upper deck since she’d been up there for such a short time.
Was it a dream? Well, other than the fact that the others were questioning if it were (did your own hallucinations question the existence of your dream reality?), she could see how it could feel that way. It had been a rigorous trial to get this far, and now all they had to do was walk down some steps, and they’d be in Beacon proper, ready to become hunters and huntresses.
The ship touched ground, and a subtle shock rippled through its frame as it came to a well-practiced stop. The pilots were pretty good this time. Gerald asked if they should go, and Coral gave him a look that said “No, really? I came all this way to stay on the ship.”
Instead, she said “I suppose” and made her way back down the stairs she’d just ascended a few minutes ago and struggled her way through the crowds. Oh, wait, shield girl would take a while to get through. Coral considered for a moment. She could go on without them, and perhaps attach herself to some other group. Or she could go alone and try to figure out what she was supposed to do on her own. Or she could wait a few minutes for the crowds to clear enough for cumbersome and awkward to make her way down. The last one sounded like the least bother, so she leaned against the off ramp, casually stretching her legs, since she hadn’t really gotten the chance to do it on the upper deck since she’d been up there for such a short time.
Oh my goodness our frogadier talks just exactly like Shadow the Hedgehog... I want to voice act him xD
Draexzhan said
Hm, I hadn't thought of the whole "eyes on the guild" thing. Given what Kiddo posted, what Isra did really isn't important anymore in the eyes of the Sergeant. If it's okay with you, I think combining that with my planned intervention from Quago would be a great way to get Timothy to the guild, and perhaps Isra and Abby as well.
Yeah, Abby has wiped Isra's plate clean.
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