Christopher Jaque Prince was in no mood for this. First his hair was cut by an oaf with a wooden sword, then some shaggy haired punk not only assumed the first jerk could kill him, but then he dodged his smacks like a punk. Christopher growled, hand brushed against the handle of his transforming battle axe/bow hanging at his side. A red crystal in the center began to shine, as the metal blade began to glow red.
He paused when the wimp he's been in battle with had the guts to step forward himself. Christopher narrowed his gaze on the foe, a sneer forming on his lips. "Oh yeah, in a fair fight? I'd trounce you..." he said, hand gripping the handle of his axe but not making a move with it, just staring down Alistair who returned the glare full force.
"These rustlers given you some trouble, Jake?"
Behind Daiki, a jovial voice called out, having gone unnoticed till then. Daiki spun, hand on his sword in case this new ally to Christopher would attack, but the newcomer just smiled and nodded to Daiki. He wore a poncho and a cowboy hat, brim low over one eye, as he rolled a toothpick between his teeth. "Now now, Mr. Swordsman, just wanted to even the playing field, but I'm ready for a quickdraw contest if you are..." the newcomer replied with a smile, patting his side. He moved the poncho aside, showing two beautiful revolvers, his hand barely caressing the handle. His demeanor was actually quite pleasant, if a little cocky, and seemed obvious he didn't mean much harm. However, he didn't drop his gaze or rest his hand while Daiki stared him down, he only smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"There isn't a playing field, Ash," a new voice called out. Deep and low, determined and strong. From behind Christopher strode another large student, a bit shorter than Christopher but with much more defined muscles, like he'd worked his entire life. He had dark skin, simple clothes, and at each side swung two hammers, red and blue. He stood in front of Addica, staring him down with a cool head. Addica's Semblance would reveal his inner feelings to be...almost nill. This new guy was very reserved, incredibly difficult to read, even with Addica's ability. At the very least, it wasn't anger or hate, his actions seemed thought out and methodical. "Christopher here just flew off the handle. If he has something to prove, he can do it later. The school does allow duels with students, after all," he said, his eyes moving towards Christopher, who tried to keep staring down Alistair.
"That's assuming you two pass the first test, big boy..." a sultry voice gliding through the group, seemingly echoing to each person's very core. Hands draped themselves around Christopher's torso, smooth and perfectly manicured, as a beautiful, brown haired girl with large sunglasses slid across him. She wore a coat that was over a button up shirt that was unbuttoned fairly low, and wore a dark beret over her head. His eyes moved slowly towards her, as did most of the guy's eyes in the room, as he fingers gently danced up his chest and to his neck, giving it a few playful brushes. "And a fight on the Airship just...might...ruin those chances, right?" she said, fingers moving to his chin and slowly moving it to make him nod. She, giggled, saying, "Then what's best is to leave these guys for now and go with us, right?" she asked, making him nod again. Her voice was, in a word, enchanting, most people would find it hard not to be caught on every word, boy or girl alike.
The hammer guy then grabbed Christopher's shoulder, turning him and walking him away. As he went away from the girl, he shook his head slightly, but got in one last glare at Alistaire, tracing his thumb along his neck as he walked away. The cowboy winked at Daiki, spinning his gun on his finger with a flourish and holstering it. He tipped his hat to them with a smirk, passing by the girl with sunglasses and saying, "Lorelei, darlin', you always know just what to say," as he followed after the other two.
She smiled at him, before turning to Alistaire, leaning over to put her face near his. She gently brushed his cheek and said "You'll have to forgive Christopher, he's difficult to play with sometimes, and is used to getting his way. But he is incredibly honest, give or take a few flirtatious glances, so he's not blowing smoke when he wants to fight again..." He sunglasses obscured her eyes, though her eyebrow lowered like she was winking. "Just look out, cutie, I'd hate for this face to get scarred..." she said, tussling his brown hair before leaning back, her hand tracing along his head and off his chin as she left. Weirdly, she turned and said, "Come along, sweetie," with a beckoning hand.
Her target wasn't towards Alistair, or any of the others in the group, but a short girl with an overcoat and cap that were both far too big for her ran by. She'd apparently been there since Christopher had come over, but was pretty much unnoticeable and insignificant. She seemed curious and fearful, though trusting of the newcomers there. She took the brown-haired girl's hand and looked back, as she was seen carrying a large stuffed bear. She mouthed, "Sorry," before she turned, sticking close to the brown haired girl as she followed the other three. It was difficult to tell, but she was either very young or very short, she most certainly didn't seem like a regular Beacon student.
*Morella Cinder*
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Morella had long since gone from the group, with the girl breaking the bench, the dark-haired guy with the blue coat appearing, and the wooden swordsman showing up to defend Alistaire, she felt like it was a bit crowded. She'd already put her clothes back to non-attention-getting normal, with her hood pulled up, as she made her way to find a secluded area to stay. She'd pretty much had her fill of human interaction.
~Oliver Kootz~
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Oliver gave a long whistle as she showed him her drawing, gently picking up the book and looking at the page. He didn't flip it, though, apparently he was used to looking at things from a different perspective. "You know, we've had a lotta people go through the circus, most artists we get just draw caricatures, never seen something like this..." he said, looking close while being careful not to touch the page. "What's her story, is she sad or something? And can I look at some others too?" he asked, looking to Casterly inquisitively.
BING...We will arrive at Beacon Academy in five minutes. Your belongings will be moved to storage shortly after. In fifteen minutes, there will be the opening ceremony, please do not be late or you will forgo your application to Beacon. a monotone voice called out over the loudspeaker. Beacon was much closer now, it was possible to see the tiny figures of people making their way around the campus from the Airship now.