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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.

Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.

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I think that would then qualify as experimentation.


True, the prior testing would, but not the procedures that the players encountered. Plus, they were hardly mad-scientist tests. That much at least should be obvious from the state of the clinic and how it was run.
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That's what Oswald was told. But, how could Pops be sure the procedure would have worked without an actual Faunus test subject?

Not trying to be snarky, I know as GM that, in-universe, you'd have had it work, but how could HE know it'd work?


Prior testing

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@Caits, the color formatting in the post you made four hours ago is messed up for both characters. If you could go in and fix that at the next opportunity, that'd be great. Indigo's color is 007FFF.
If Sapphire said something about Pops experimenting on people, that would have been inaccurate. The humanization procedure would have worked, the main conflict was that it would have been unethical/White Fang-angering/a bad idea to do so.
I feel like making a senior.

You guys down for that?


Sure. You'll be joining Sho and Onarax's senior team if so. The Napoli-Gratia dynamic was so good, I'm greatly anticipating another Onarrimmy pairing.

And I finished the Senior for the Senior Team with @Sho Minazuki and two yet to be determined lucky applicants.



Yeah that's good. Very good. Also, blunderbuster sword. Nice.
That's accurate.

It absorbs and reflects kinetic energy. So, the sword's energy would be suddenly brought to 0 and the energy would be redirected at him, of course over a larger area than a sword's edge. So, it would be more like a hammer blow than a sword cut.
Kabensaal


Only kinetic energy procs Mokuren's semblance. Energy, whether fire, electricity, laser, or what have you, would go right through it. The returned attack is also pure force in all situations, not an exact replication of the exact attack done. For instance, a stab with a knife isn't very much kinetic force; it's lethality lies in its ability to pierce. Plus, we confirmed that the output of reflected force doesn't have infinite range, so someone shooting bullets at her can exhaust her semblance without getting touched.
Nyar

@harinezumikouken@Lugubrious@Prince of Seraphs

Aye, here's another CS ya missed.


I could have sworn that I approved it. I was just waiting for Kidd to put it in the character's tab.
It is college, yeah. Normal freshman are 18 or perhaps 17. Freshmen any older were held back or started late. Ruby is 15, but she's accelerated. Normal seniors are 21. Any older and they were held back or started late, any younger and they were accelerated. It's funny how something as simple as a single number can say a significant thing about your character.
It took a conscious effort on Ozpin's part not to sigh. To be certain, change was a part of life, and flexibility was part of dealing with the changes it threw one's way. That the student body would be this much in flux, however, managed to upset the headmaster. And this time, the circumstance was far more worrying than a transfer to another school, as with team JRVR, or a recall for reasons of 'family business' as had been used for Aurellius and Marcus. Overnight, three students had disappeared. For some time now, a steady tension had lay beneath the surface of everyday life, touchable only faintly by Ozpin, his friends, and his professors, though there nonetheless. Now, however, it seemed as if whatever force lay in opposition to Beacon had made its first move. The pieces had been set a week ago; now, the game had begun. The lives of students could, however, lend themselves only to a most cruel game. Come Friday, team JSSC would be on its way to find and rescue Priscilla, Daniel, and Grayson. Until then, the gathering of information would be key.

None of this mattered at the moment, however. New students, previously without allies to call their own, were right here now in Ozpin's office, and he turned away from contemplating the view from his window to greet them. He studied their faces, internalizing their features as well as names. Delta Snow. Brown eyes closely regarded the pale blue. Grane Blauer. He scrutinized the unique look on his face. With these two, that would make three down, counting Miss Beryl Harkan, who he'd spoken to earlier. Soon to arrive would be the senior Sterling, back from his extended voyage, to join his teammates Jasmine and Sarina and to meet Claire for the first time. The student body would be in full strength—though immediately after thinking this, Ozpin chided himself for even beginning to consider his pupils as an army. Ironwood, though a friend, had yet to convince him to employ him that the students should do anything save evacuate in case of some kind of invasion. ”Welcome to Beacon, then. Grab your scrolls and then seek out Robert Fallson, your team leader. I expect from you two every ounce of dedication and effort, if not more, than from the students who began their year here. You have until lunch to visit the team's classes, socialize, and relax, but afterward...” he shook is head, trying to ignore an annoying music coming from somewhere outside the room. ”...it will be time to begin.”

Outside the school


It wasn't long before the source of the noise made itself apparent. Behind the campus of Beacon was a hill, and cresting it now came the point from which the cacophony originated. Shambling down the slope came a boy, who looked to be about fourteen, with shaggy sand-blonde hair that reached his shoulders, frayed and dirty clothing, and a look of exhaustion on his face. The very air around him trembled, seemingly vibrating at ultra-complex frequencies to create sounds from nowhere; it did not take a sharp mind to guess that the making of soundwaves was this young man's semblance. Even so, it looked to be an obscenely powerful one. Now that the boy could see people facing him, he visibly scrunched himself up in order to deaden the tooth-rattling music. In an instant, there was dead silence save for the ringing of ears.

The boy walked closer. Professor Fullbuster rushed to his side to lend him his shoulder and keep him from falling over. When the strange and ominous newcomer drew close to the group, three new features could be seen. First, his sclera were not white, but black, framing disconcerting white irises. Second, his mouth was seemingly stitched shut, which perhaps explained his emaciation. Third, tattooed down the bridge of his nose in bold black print was the word: EMBODIMENT. Before anything else could be seen, there came a single melodic and ethereal whisper in the air, "help me" before the last of the boy's strength faded from him and he collapsed in the professor's arms.

Fullbuster motioned for another student to assist him with carrying the newcomer. "We must get him to the clinic immediately. I need one more of you to help open doors on the way. Someone else needs to run and find the headmaster, he oughta be in his office right now. Go, quick!"
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