Pyromania99

FJA 531: An Exploration of Fantasy

"H-hang on! Time. . . Time out, Aneki! I need. . . a break. . !" Kenko struggled to get her words out between pants, jogging alongside the taller and faster Ami as they searched for the meeting zone of the FJA class. Kenko had confidence in her stamina, but she underestimated the crowds of newly arrived freshmen. Weaving between them while keeping up with Ami who somehow managed to walk through them perfectly fine. It was only when the shop was in view that Kenko understood that it wasn't the fact that Ami was fast, but rather everyone else was trying to stay out of Ami's way and instead getting in Kenko's way.

"No time to slow down. If you're having problems keeping up," Ami said as she turned around to the struggling Kenko. Her arms went out and picked the girl up in a princess-style carry. "Up you go."

"Woah hang on no stop!" As if Kenko had a second wind, she tried struggling against Ami's arms with more energy than she had when she was jogging beside her. Luckily, Ami had enough stamina to endure it and Kenko soon stopped after realizing that she'd fall if she manage to struggle free. But there's no way Kenko wanted to be carried there. "Okay, okay, I get it. You can put me down now, Aneki. I'll keep up. I'll k- I said I'll keep up!"

Ami kept the girl in her arms. "You're light so it's not really a problem."

"No, it's a big problem."

"I'm just glad you stopped writhing around a lot. That's a sure-fire way to fall out of my arms and hurt your cute butt."

"IT'S A BIG, BIG PROBLEM, BUSTER!" Kenko started thrashing about even more wildly than before, attracting a decent amount of attention but not enough to be an event. Kenko wasn't one to judge another person's interests, but Kenko wasn't particularly fond of being an interest. Before all that, though, Kenko really wasn't fond of being carried like she is.

"Let me go!" She cried out angrily, continuing her savage struggle with a bit of surprise and admiration at Ami's persistance. She still managed to hold Kenko up. "Let me go or else I'll. . ." Kenko suddenly stopped moving and her face paled. "W-wait. You really got to let me go now-" At her last word, she covered her mouth with one hand and pushed away from Ami with the other. Wiggling around so violently when she was sick was not a very smart move on Kenko's part.

A little worried now, Ami carried Kenko to a little out of the way alley. Not really anyone there at least. "Oi'. You alright there Kenko?" She asked as she set the girl down and watched her clamor towards a wall away from Ami.

"You were sick weren't you."

Kenko pulled her mask down and pressed her forehead against the ground. Taking a few deep breaths, Kenko slowly stood up and put the mask back on her face. Spinning on her heel, she faced Ami and gave her a thumbs up.

"I just needed a bre-" She pulled her mask off and spun around in one gloriously smooth motion and expelled the contents of her stomach on the wall, which apparently wasn't very much. She stood there for a few moments, spitting out the remaining acidic taste and licking her lips, then she put the mask back on, spun around, and tried again with two thumbs up.

"I just needed a break it seems!" She sang cheerfully, pretending that the scene before didn't happen. "Now, let's go find the class. We're close, right? I can walk the rest of the way."

"If you're sure about that." Ami didn't really question it any futher and led the girl to where they needed to go. "Here we are, I believe." She turned to Kenko and gave her a cocky smile. "Thank you for choosing Yukimura Airlines. We would love for you, the passenger, to choose us again."

"Maybe if Aneki had airliner food next time," Kenko played along, though her tone when she used the word "aneki" was rather angry. Heaving a soft sigh, she looked towards their destination. Kenko spotted two students, both boys, and an older man in front of a large and obnoxious flag that was undoubtedly the banner of the FJA class. Maybe he's the teacher, Kenko wondered. One of the students was already digging into some meat. It was probably due to Kenko losing her lunch earlier but her stomach rumbled at the sight.

"I guess this is it? It looks like there's even free food!" Kenko mused, not even trying to hide the fact that she was hungry.

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Bad idea, we don't need TWO stably stabby characters

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Collab: Pyromania99 and pyre101

If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. It didn’t come as too much a surprise when her partner yelled, “AMBUSH!” Bad things always went worse given the chance. She hadn’t really noticed what the ‘ambush’ was when her partner first yelled it. She readied up at this point, poised to strike if necessary.

He began to run as fast as he can, trying to track where they were. He finally caught up to his comrade, ready in an attack pose. Kael went past her, still trying to find them in the forest, but in sight. Turning around, he began to wave to her. “There are Grimm here, hiding in the bush. We must run!”

Francesca nodded at him and took off with Kael behind her. Assuming they were running towards where they needed to retrieve the artifacts from, she pushed her feet to that end, hoping to outrun the dangers that were lurking in the woods. Her next song started on her music device and she started singing lightly again. Maybe loud enough for Kael to hear. Sounds of ‘caws’ were heard as they ran however.

The sounds of the Grimm were getting closer as they ran. Kael put more of his energy into his legs, pushing them closer to their limit. They had to get away before they were torn apart by their beaks. He had fought some of them before, or, at least, a variant of them while training. He continued to follow down the path until he saw a fork in the road. Where to now? They had no time to tarry. He made his decision and went down the right path, hammering down into the soft ground when it began to gulp down his shoe.

As the two ran, small avian creatures began zipping past their heads. Francesca put up with dodging them for a short while. The constant feel of wind brushing past her face, or past parts of her exposed flesh become a nuisance. Even if they ran, the small pests would probably just follow them. The best solution the girl could come up with was to swat them out of the air and kill them. The first two attempts were a miss. The third, however, score a direct hit from the recently reverted blade of Bulletedge. With at least one success, Francesca was confident she could take care of the rest of the avians the attempted to strike both her and her partner.

Attempting to recover his shoe, Kael reached down for his leg with his off-hand, not wanting to lose his weapon, and began to pull on it. He felt mud beginning to grip his shoe and creeping up, trying to pull his entire body down. He turned to look to see if Francesca would help, but saw she was busy trying to take down the birds. Looking back down, he tried to think through his options. He could cut off his leg...probably not a good idea....grab a hold of something….no….. While he was pondering on this, his leg continued to sink down when he heard a soft snort to the side of him. Kael turned to look and saw a white bone armored snout with red eyes. Gulping, Kael tried to stay calm, but his jitters seem to be getting the best of him. “Umm, I think we have something worse than just birds.” Taking a swing at it, he felt his weapon bounce off the armor. That is when it reached out to bat him across his chest. Good thing his aura was there. Instead of becoming eviscerated with his intestines exposed to the world, he had simply had his air knocked out of him. When he looked up, he saw a piece of metal stuck inside the Ursa’s paw. Kael smiled at that sight though. At least his ability was working as planned.

As Francesca took care of a few of the birds, she noticed something. Her partner being assaulted by a big Ursa. A few of the birds did what would have seemed like a coordinated attack if she didn’t know any better. She weaved between the attacks as she transformed Bulletedge to it’s rifle form. After turning out of the attacks, she placed a few shots into the Ursa. If nothing else, it would give Kael time to do something to it.

He pulled himself off the ground, ready to attack again when he felt the grass with his left foot. Damn it! Kael turned to look at the big Ursa, ready to strike again when it started to roar with anger after being shot at. He had to do something before it went after his partner. Grabbing a hold of his zhen, he began to twirl it around his right hand in a circle before grabbing it with his left hand. He began to do a dance of steel, striking the Ursa a good amount of times before twisting the middle of his zhen. The middle split into two halves, where he gripped one half in a forward fashion and the other opposite. He began to cut down with his right hand, chopping into the Ursa’s shoulder before bringing his left blade up into a slash for the head. Blood began to fall from those small cuts, but not much. He danced back and reattached the two blades together. He began to bounce on his heels, waiting for the Ursa to move.

Francesca finished up with the remainder of the avians as her partner continued his struggle with the Ursa. Well, it was less a struggle than a stand-off right now. Bringing out both of her swords in their bladed forms, Francesca joined her teammate in fighting the large Ursa. However, she joined from the back. Well, the Ursa’s back to be specific. With blades in hand, she dives each of them into the unplated flesh on the beast’s back. All the while she continues singing her song.

While watching for any movements from the Ursa, Francesca seemed to join in. Wanting to press the advantage, Kael dove back into battle. He twisted his blades again, making them into two halves and began to slice and dice. He mainly tried to aim for the face, but he did have to try to dodge the attempts of parrying from the Ursa, who seemed a bit sluggish. Was something wrong with it? Not wanting it to get serious, he moved back for a second and dropped one of his blades and sprung forward with his index and middle finger out, going for the eyes. As he got within reach, he summoned forth two six inch blades into its pupils, taking out its sight. Kael hurriedly got out of reach of its arms, but he did got battered from his left paw as it slapped him over the head, knocking him to the ground. He was able to crawl away and grab a hold of his dropped weapon and prepared for its next attack.

Still on the beast’s back, Francesca felt it move as Kael did. . . something to its eyes. Regardless, she did what she could from its back. After it stopped moving around so much, she removed her blades and used Bulletedge’s altered state putting a few shots into the Ursa’s back before it started to react to her on its back. Resetting Greifen back in its place, she used both hands on Bulletedge. Backflipping off the beast’s back she placed more shots into it’s unarmed flesh. In no way a finisher, she was ready for it to die though.

Seeing that the Ursa was becoming less responsive after the sheer amount of damage to it, Kael hooked his blades to his belt, letting them hang to his knees. Out of his hand, a blade began to flow out with a hilt to it. It was a hand and a half size hilt with a good 3 feet of steel on it. Grabbing onto it, he bent his knees together, gathering his remaining strength for the last attack. At the same time, Francesca used her Semblance to teleport above the Ursa with her bladed Bulletedge ready to dive down. Kael pushed off from the balls of his feet, rushing towards the Ursa, his sword cutting through the air with a whistle as it pierced through the lower part of the neck. Francesca began to fall down, her sword seeking the neck from above. As both blades penetrated the muscle, the Ursa began to roar with pain and despair of its fate. Kael drove more of his blade forward, blood rolling down the metal and staining his arms. Francesca bore down on Bulletedge, making it sink deeper. Eventually, the points of both blades met, hitting together with a clink. At the sudden resistance, Kael began to pull his sword to the left, the skin parting. Francesca, at the same time, pulled to the left as well, cutting through the other side of the neck.

As if time had stopped, the Ursa stood there as both individuals knelt on the ground, waiting for something. Both stood up abruptly, and the head rolled off with a sickening crunch.

FJA 531: An Exploration of Fantasy

Appearance:

   
Name: Ami Yukimura
    Age: 20
   
Personality: As of now, she gives off the impression of being a calm, and beautiful woman. Having been through most of her schooling by now she likes to feel that anyone can come to her with problems as an “Onee-san”. That said, she also happens to swing for the other team though technically it could be said it’s for both teams? Ehh, as long as it’s cute it works.

While she is more calm on the outside, it’s just a shell for what she use to be. . . A rather thick shell at times, not so at other times. She has a stern hatred for those with perverted intent, reserving a special piece of her fist for those people. When one she befriended or loves is in trouble she has another piece of her fist for those who trouble them. Annoying things are also annoying.

Although she has yet to “fall in love”, her motto is “Love is Justice”. Now, to set things straight, attraction and love are two different concepts. Plenty has she been attracted to someone, but never has she fallen in love.

She takes pride though. Pride in her beauty, her volumptuous body. . . Her physical strength. . . In fact, most anything she is or owns she takes pride in. Being it an item or. . . Possibly a person in the future. Criticism is a different story however when it comes to her writings.

 
History: Her mother is half-French. In her childhood she was a rather average schoolgirl. Boys were icky and especially that one stereotypical group that did stereotypical ‘boy’ things. These boys soon learned not to mess with her too much.

In middle school, already having violent tendencies, she fell in with the wrong crowd and became a Yankee-Girl. At first she was just an underling character, destined to fight battles she didn’t choose, albeit supported. Her behaviors changed from a caring young girl to a rebellious, violent teenager. Her hair, which was already lighter than average, was then bleached to give more of the delinquent schoolgirl look. And her parents. . . Really, didn’t know much more than she skipped school a lot and came home injured at times. However, by the end of middle school she moved up the ranks of Yankee-Girlhood and became one of the top figures of the group.

Still, even as a delinquent she strived to get decent enough grades to not have the teachers say anything to her on that note. She ended up being one of the more tactically prepared members by far which is what earned her position on the high ranks of a schoolgirl organized Yankee-group. As silly as that seems. By the beginning of high school, however, her parents witnessed first person why exactly she would come home hurt. It was her in the middle of a fight with some girls from another school. Oddly enough she was winning until one of the girls landed a cheap shot on her while she was distracted by her parents. The others ran off leaving her there, alone, with her parents. The didn’t scold her, but made a compromise instead. If she studied enough and made it into Chiharu University, they would forgive her. If she didn’t make it, considering her efforts they would either kick her out, or allow her to stay, but work hard if she did.

Except for her hair, she calmed down for the rest of high school unless throughly provoked. In having to find out things to entertain herself when she wasn’t studying, she found novels, light novels, and manga a great compromise. On the note of studying, she didn’t find it too hard as she had at least been keeping up with class.

Now, in her second year, she joined the Literature club. Most of them knew she was an ex-Yankee girl and accepted her because they were afraid she would do something to them. She joined the conversation somewhat rockily at first but it came more naturally as it went on. At this point she had her more rough Yankee appearance. One of the more fashionable club members then showed her how she could look more beautiful. The girl then moved away not long after due to her “father’s work”.

Slightly saddened by this, she continued on now understanding how she can both look good, and make herself better by getting rid of her rough image into a more cut diamond. It was of course gradual and within time she came to appreciate literature more and more as well. By time it came to be her senior year of High School she had normal friends and decided on her major for school, Writing. Luckily, she made it into Chiharu University. Now in her junior year at Chiharu, she has decided to take a certain fantasy class for the heck of it.

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Francesca was glad to know the her partner was at least keeping up with her. At least she didn't need to worry about that much. Still, she wished he'd at least try to speak up. Not that she was all the good at it either. "Like the smell of a rose on a summer's day," She began to sing. It was relaxing in a situation like this, being able to sing that is. If there was nothing else to her in terms of desirable personality, she at least had a decent singing voice. As the two walked through the forest she continued singing her song. Even as she sensed something. . . Dark. . . Grim, nearby. She had encountered the creatures of Grimm a few times before. Not in the wild though. She was much to civilized to do that. It was only in school for display purposes or even for combat practice. Well, she at least wished it were that last one. Still something lurked nearby most likely.

She pulled out her trusty Bulletedge and made it transform into it's rifle state. Still Francesca checked her peripherals as her head was pointed forward, Bulletedge ready to fire. Brush rustles and a lupine, bone white nose can be seen peeking through accompanied by a growl. Taking no chances at that, Francesca aims at approximately where the top of it's head would be. After few shots and a slight whine, a Beowolf collapses out of the bush. As it hits the ground Francesca's song stops along with her voice.

A lone Beowolf could be nothing. At the same time, however, it could me there is a pack nearby. Turning to Kael she speaks up, "I suggest we pick our pace up. Best not to chance an entire Beowolf pack if there is one." After turning her weapon back quickly she motions for Kael to run with her in the direction she thought the relics were suppose to be. "Besides, we can't be the last ones to get our relics."

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pyre101 said
Yes, it's up again!! I will be posting my reply as soon as I get some sleep.

Who needs sleep?

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Francesca pulled out Bulletedge when Kael asked her what her fighting style was. First she moved around the weapon and then turned it into it's gun form. "Whatever it needs to be." She reverts the weapon and places it back where it belongs on her side before starting off in the direction she thought they needed to go. It was wordless, but not exactly silent as she stepped on twigs and an assortment of things. The song playing on her device started with a small crescendo bringing her attention back to it. Liking this part of the song, she begins humming along to it.

She imagined Kael was following behind her. He was timid so he might not speak up much at all. Still, if he got into Beacon, he must have some kind of skills. It's not like Beacon takes just anyone who decides they want to be a hunter. It's only for those with the most skill and determination to be a hunter. Whatever his reasons, him and all the students are there for roughly the same thing, albeit probably for different reasons.

On the other hand she wasn't sure if she could trust him with her back. If his already show timidity were a sign, this was the beginning of a not so good partnership. I almost want to just spar with him here and test what he can do. That wasn't the best of ideas. As far as they both knew, this was Grimm infested territory. It's not something you fight someone in on purpose. Francesca turned around to make sure the boy was keeping up with her. Or maybe, to make sure he was still there.

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FIRST TO REPLY AGAIN!!

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Zombehs said
SKIMPY OUTFITS.

I'm just saying

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@Pyre, Kael might notice Francesca's in a rather skimpy type of outfit or something of the sort. Her "Ops Suit".