LimeyPanda

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

The way she responded to his question about sweets was eloquent and measured: graceful even. She handled her words well, which made sense considering she seemed to be a woman of 'upper' birth. He hardly minded that the woman was affluent, as his adoptive mother could also have been considered a rich individual: had the woman been less inclined to live a less Spartan life-style than the one she had raised the ursine Faunus in.

Still, Orion had a lot of time for a person who measured what they said. It reflected an amiable temperance: a level-headedness, if you will. She noticed that the woman placed a certain emphasis on asking the other individual who walked with her on Surnames, and Orion realised he had forgotten to mention his. He was about to mention it when she started to go into depth about her outfit: and more specifically, the name of its parent company. So lady Sakanade was literally a lady: it seemed.

Her pinpointing of his own clothing’s origins left Orion at a pause: He wasn’t sure how best to respond to the nonchalant statement, for it could mean a great many things. It could mean that the woman took offence to someone wearing what she likely believe an inferior brand of clothing, or it could equally mean that she was simply attempting to reflect his light conversation back at him. Either way, he thought that discretion and temperance would probably be suitable. “Patchwork, huh? Honestly I don’t pay much attention to where my clothing comes from. I’m more of a ‘the man makes the clothing’ sort of guy. I don’t want to strain the Armstrong budget, not that…mother couldn’t afford it.” He cursed his own pause: sure that the little idiosyncrasy in his speech would get picked up on. He couldn’t imagine the woman would miss such an obvious detail, instead he just hoped that the woman would not care enough to push the issue.

Orion looked towards the entrance of the auditorium and spotted Reya, hovering a slight distance ahead of them, seemingly excited by the whole ordeal: as she’d jogged on ahead. “Hey, Reya: this is Arara Sakanade, Arara: this is Reya Descrata.” He hoped introducing the pair would allow him to subtle manoeuvre the conversation away from his verbal error and towards…anything else. If he could make the pair into friends, that would also serve as a bonus.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

It's a regular tale of beauty and the poor person who has the romantic inclinations of a fish.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

I am?

since when?

Edit: Fuck it, we ride!

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

It should be noted that Orion is a year above the current year: those just graduated.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

Isaac has made his first appearance: which opens up RP potential for anyone who wants further interaction

A general OOC question: Imagining that Isaac is the equivalent to Preyya, what product would he advertise?

Pieces of 8

I'm feeling quite good today. Which is a nice change: I have the rest if the evening to myself and I have nice lessons tomorrow morning, which is a bonus. Might try getting more writing done... Like...productivity man!

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

Isaac

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The rhythmic sound of laboured grunts was broken only by the equally uniform counting of a solitary male voice. “Ninety six…Ninety seven…Ninety eight…Ninety Nine…” he said, calm and comforted by the momentary solitude. He had snuck into the cargo hold some time during the lengthy flight to Beacon: and had used the opportunity for self-betterment. He hung upside down, knees wrapped around a tall hang-rail as he performed mid-air sit ups. The youth had stripped himself of his shirt, and worked tirelessly in order to attain some sort of sweat: which he had apparently succeeded in.

The announcement of the ship’s landing in five minutes was the alarm clock that the young hunter-to-be needed in order to achieve the motivation required in order for him to disentangle himself from the repurposed hang-rail. He would happily have continued the exercise regime in peace: as certain tranquillity could be found in the act of burning away his trivial thoughts in a pursuit of perfection: a much more constructive use of his time than the otherwise fleeting thoughts that came with boredom.

Alas, his start to the academy was already likely to be rocky: and he didn’t need a reason to further exacerbate his likely tumultuous start. The fact that he had hospitalised his opponent in the placement match, some dirty Faunus rat, had reached a few local newspapers: and he had been awarded at least a couple death threats from members of the White fang: through letter, of course. None of the disgusting creatures would dare approach him for actual combat: they would only try and elicit fear through threats of violence: never through actual action. Another of the growing list of faults amongst the Faunus scum he’d encountered.

The scum could at least show the backbone that wild animals had: that would make a refreshing change.

Still, the young man fully dismounted from the hang-rail and wiped his brow with a nearby towel. He had set up the location with a uniformity that was close to military in its precision and everything seemed to have a place: His towel was prepared three feet from the place of exercise; his shirt was folded up next to that, and an bag, devoid of anything except a bottle of water, a pair of Javelin bayonets and his music player was directly beside the shirt. It took a grand total of a minute for the youth to prepare him physically and mentally for the drag that was to come. He was dressed in loose jeans and a button up shirt, with the two bayonets strapped onto his back. His headphones thumped the rhythm of a popular rock song, leaving the normally bored Isaac with a smile on his face. Music was a precious distraction to him: and he enjoyed the moments where he could steal time to listen to the thumps of whatever band had taken his fleeting fancy.

Despite the musical ambience that surrounded it, Mundanity quickly returned as Isaac snuck out of the cargo hold and back into the ship itself. He waited for the dull ‘thud’ of the ship’s landing to reverberate through the corridors before he began moving towards the exit. Isaac preferred to let the cattle exit first.

Isaac exited the ship with well over twelve minutes to spare before the horde of students was required to arrive at the Amphitheatre. He saw that a large mass of students were gathered around a message board and a moment of confusion crept over Isaac. Why were so many people gathering around the board? Surely it made more sense to head for the centre of the compound itself…towards the very large circular building in the middle of it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what an amphitheatre looked like.

Isaac had a large rucksack hoisted over one shoulder as he paced towards the amphitheatre with a calm and singular confidence. He hadn’t inherited any compatriots from his old school: most of them having moved away from the path of the hunter and on to more profitable exploits or educational institutions. Only the Markeel family had stuck with the Hunter’s route. All that Isaac had inherited from his time before Beacon would likely be a reputation for success and cruelty.

At one point, Isaac noticed a clearly romantic couple of Faunus. The pair happened to be holding hands, and seemed to be moving towards the amphitheatre with a skip in their step. Isaac felt his spare hand inch towards the bayonet at his side, before he reeled in his aggressive urges.

Isaac felt the bile rise in his throat: before spitting it onto the floor in disgust. “Bah, Filthy creatures.” He said

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

That works then.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

I'll probably get Isaac's post up in a bit: is their a particular letter we are desperate for at the moment, because I'm contemplating a name change.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

This is what i get for trying to be constructive :<