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Morgan Rouge - Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
As he looked around the dense thicket of forest stretching in all directions Morgan reflected on the objectives laid out by Ozpin and Glynda.
Land. Find teammates. Grab dust shard. Make it back to the cliff through Grimm.
Well, Morgan thought, step one down. All he needed to do next was find someone and make it towards the Northern end of the forest. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the direction of the shadows drawn out by the tree he was perched upon in relation to the sun. The foliage made it a little more difficult to pinpoint than trying to find his bearings at sea, but before long Morgan to pinpoint north based on the shadow’s movement along the ground. An old navigator’s trick.
Taking a running leap, Morgan activated his aura for extra balance and flung himself from the branch he’d landed on towards a nearby tree and began leaping from branch to branch towards the northern end of the woods with a practiced ease. Most of the landlubbers would probably start making their way there as well and he stood the best chance of locating other students if he went in the same direction.
Orlan Price - Air above the Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Bang! Two left. Orlan was getting closer to the ground, and Axios was nearly empty. Endless green rushed passed him as he crashed through branches. With an effort of will, he forces his left arm out ahead of him and focuses his aura. A brief flash of light illuminates the leaves before Aegis springs to life.
Bang! Curling behind his shield as he crashes through the thinner branches, Orlan prepares for impact. He had entrusted his well-being to the barrier for more than this in the past, and had faith that he would land uninjured. One more tree loomed ahead, and then a clear space in the forest beyond. Changing the angle that he held his spear, Orlan prepared for one final jolt, and then a rolling tumble.
Morgan Rouge - Leaping through the Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Continuing his forward progress through the Emerald Forest, Morgan leapt from tree to tree keeping his eyes fixed on the ground searching for possible threats. As he landed on a sturdy oak he scanned the woodlands for another sturdy platform, which he found in the form of another oak tree right before a clearing in the woods. He leapt forward already calculating his next trajectory to maintain his momentum.
Suffice to say, he wasn’t paying attention to anything flying at rapid speeds from the east until his aura alerted him, nearly too late, of the speeding object. Morgan was already in midair towards the oak and he didn’t have many options in terms of changing his trajectory as he sighted the glowing spear tip and quartz shield flying towards him. Biting back a curse, Morgan spun around and rammed a balled fist into the shimmering shield with an aura-fueled punch.
It was like hitting a brick wall, and his muscles strained with the effort, but it had the gratifying effect of throwing Morgan back into the opposite direction and slamming into a barely controlled roll on the ground. Fist smarting, Morgan rolled to his feet and ripped a pistol free from a holster scanning the area for whatever he’d run into.
Orlan Price - Air above the Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Orlan nearly dropped his spear in his attempt to move it out of the path of the form coming toward him. He had neither time nor leverage to do anything else, except tuck his chin down to his chest and keep his arms close to his sides. When the punch he never saw coming landed, it seemed to stop him dead in the air for an endless moment. That ended with him flying backwards, into the denser foliage he had just escaped. A few branches snapped under his weight on the way down, and then the ground and sky roll over each other as he tumbles sideways along the forest floor.
The trunk of the tree he ended up fetching up against was mercifully cushioned by foliage around its base, and Orlan suffered no more than scrapes and bruises. The pain from those faded as his aura took hold and he used the tree to support his attempt to stand. His feet back under him, he lets Aegis’ light fade to preserve his strength.
Axios in both hands once more, Orlan turns back in the direction he had originally been heading. Judging from how the space had been clear merely moments before, he could only assume that the object which he struck was another student. This was confirmed when, after a handful of strides, Orlan stepped around a tree and came into view of the one who had supplied the alcohol the previous night.
”I think that counts,” he states simply as a flintlock pistol and wary eyes line up with his.
Morgan Rouge - Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Morgan narrowed his eyes as the foliage rustled from the direction of the object he’d launched back had landed and he cocked Fortune’s Six in that direction. A tall and dark-blonde student emerged from the underbrush staring pointedly at Morgan’s drawn flintlock before drawing his eyes up to meet Morgan’s.
“I think that counts,” the student said.
Morgan winked in response and flipped the pisol cutlass back into its holster. Striding forward he clapped the student firmly across the back with his usual friendliness.
“Well, Step Two, aren’t you a tough nugget!” Morgan said. “That’s a hell of an entrance, I don't think I saw you joining my party the other night.”
He should’ve figured more students were on their way given he wasn’t the last student to get springboarded into the forest, but Morgan hardly expected to collide with a future partner in mid-air. Compared to the newcomer Morgan looked like a walking arsenal with four flintlock pistols and a pair of cutlasses strapped to his body, but just about everyone in this school was some kind of badass, and his new partner certainly looked like he knew how to carry that spear of his.
“Let’s walk and talk, we’ve got a mission and a bit of glim to find before the day’s out.” Morgan said.
He jerked a thumb towards his breast and a cocky grin spread over his face as he gave a proper introduction and leaped back onto a low-hanging tree branch.
“Name’s Morgan, think you can keep up?”
Morgan Rouge - Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
As he looked around the dense thicket of forest stretching in all directions Morgan reflected on the objectives laid out by Ozpin and Glynda.
Land. Find teammates. Grab dust shard. Make it back to the cliff through Grimm.
Well, Morgan thought, step one down. All he needed to do next was find someone and make it towards the Northern end of the forest. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the direction of the shadows drawn out by the tree he was perched upon in relation to the sun. The foliage made it a little more difficult to pinpoint than trying to find his bearings at sea, but before long Morgan to pinpoint north based on the shadow’s movement along the ground. An old navigator’s trick.
Taking a running leap, Morgan activated his aura for extra balance and flung himself from the branch he’d landed on towards a nearby tree and began leaping from branch to branch towards the northern end of the woods with a practiced ease. Most of the landlubbers would probably start making their way there as well and he stood the best chance of locating other students if he went in the same direction.
Orlan Price - Air above the Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Bang! Two left. Orlan was getting closer to the ground, and Axios was nearly empty. Endless green rushed passed him as he crashed through branches. With an effort of will, he forces his left arm out ahead of him and focuses his aura. A brief flash of light illuminates the leaves before Aegis springs to life.
Bang! Curling behind his shield as he crashes through the thinner branches, Orlan prepares for impact. He had entrusted his well-being to the barrier for more than this in the past, and had faith that he would land uninjured. One more tree loomed ahead, and then a clear space in the forest beyond. Changing the angle that he held his spear, Orlan prepared for one final jolt, and then a rolling tumble.
Morgan Rouge - Leaping through the Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Continuing his forward progress through the Emerald Forest, Morgan leapt from tree to tree keeping his eyes fixed on the ground searching for possible threats. As he landed on a sturdy oak he scanned the woodlands for another sturdy platform, which he found in the form of another oak tree right before a clearing in the woods. He leapt forward already calculating his next trajectory to maintain his momentum.
Suffice to say, he wasn’t paying attention to anything flying at rapid speeds from the east until his aura alerted him, nearly too late, of the speeding object. Morgan was already in midair towards the oak and he didn’t have many options in terms of changing his trajectory as he sighted the glowing spear tip and quartz shield flying towards him. Biting back a curse, Morgan spun around and rammed a balled fist into the shimmering shield with an aura-fueled punch.
It was like hitting a brick wall, and his muscles strained with the effort, but it had the gratifying effect of throwing Morgan back into the opposite direction and slamming into a barely controlled roll on the ground. Fist smarting, Morgan rolled to his feet and ripped a pistol free from a holster scanning the area for whatever he’d run into.
Orlan Price - Air above the Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Orlan nearly dropped his spear in his attempt to move it out of the path of the form coming toward him. He had neither time nor leverage to do anything else, except tuck his chin down to his chest and keep his arms close to his sides. When the punch he never saw coming landed, it seemed to stop him dead in the air for an endless moment. That ended with him flying backwards, into the denser foliage he had just escaped. A few branches snapped under his weight on the way down, and then the ground and sky roll over each other as he tumbles sideways along the forest floor.
The trunk of the tree he ended up fetching up against was mercifully cushioned by foliage around its base, and Orlan suffered no more than scrapes and bruises. The pain from those faded as his aura took hold and he used the tree to support his attempt to stand. His feet back under him, he lets Aegis’ light fade to preserve his strength.
Axios in both hands once more, Orlan turns back in the direction he had originally been heading. Judging from how the space had been clear merely moments before, he could only assume that the object which he struck was another student. This was confirmed when, after a handful of strides, Orlan stepped around a tree and came into view of the one who had supplied the alcohol the previous night.
”I think that counts,” he states simply as a flintlock pistol and wary eyes line up with his.
Morgan Rouge - Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning
Morgan narrowed his eyes as the foliage rustled from the direction of the object he’d launched back had landed and he cocked Fortune’s Six in that direction. A tall and dark-blonde student emerged from the underbrush staring pointedly at Morgan’s drawn flintlock before drawing his eyes up to meet Morgan’s.
“I think that counts,” the student said.
Morgan winked in response and flipped the pisol cutlass back into its holster. Striding forward he clapped the student firmly across the back with his usual friendliness.
“Well, Step Two, aren’t you a tough nugget!” Morgan said. “That’s a hell of an entrance, I don't think I saw you joining my party the other night.”
He should’ve figured more students were on their way given he wasn’t the last student to get springboarded into the forest, but Morgan hardly expected to collide with a future partner in mid-air. Compared to the newcomer Morgan looked like a walking arsenal with four flintlock pistols and a pair of cutlasses strapped to his body, but just about everyone in this school was some kind of badass, and his new partner certainly looked like he knew how to carry that spear of his.
“Let’s walk and talk, we’ve got a mission and a bit of glim to find before the day’s out.” Morgan said.
He jerked a thumb towards his breast and a cocky grin spread over his face as he gave a proper introduction and leaped back onto a low-hanging tree branch.
“Name’s Morgan, think you can keep up?”
But by sending five dollars to your nearest grocery store and checking the bakery you too can cake!
Morgan Rouge – Beacon Locker Room – Tuesday Morning
After leaving Liam to compose himself, Morgan completed his morning rituals with efficiency. A hot shower followed by a small breakfast of bacon, sausage, eggs, ham and a turkey leg in the dining area had Morgan in high spirits. By the time most students were getting dressed Morgan was already busying himself with checking his weapons and prepping gear in the student locker room. The sextant of pistols cutlasses that made up Fortune’s Six were arranged neatly out of their holsters before Morgan as he painstakingly oiled the edges of his weapon’s blades and the barrels of their pistol form. His father had stressed the importance of proper maintenance when it came to equipment. After all, a man’s tools were a reflection of his character.
With a satisfied grunt Morgan gave a final inspection and began holstering and strapping Fortune’s Six in place just as Glynda’s broadcast sounded.
‘Would all first year students please report to Beacon Cliff for Initiation. Again, all first year students report to Beacon Cliff immediately.’
Before the last words had finished, Morgan strapped the last of Fortune’s Six’s pistols into its belt holster, retied his red bandana over his hair, and charged out of the locker room with an indefatigable purpose.
Morgan Rouge - Beacon Cliffs - Tuesday Morning
Arms folded and standing ready on his launch pad, Morgan couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh at the dynamic manner they’d be making their entrance into the Emerald Forest as Ozpin called it. Some of the other students seemed to share his enthusiasm as they were sent skyward, but many weren’t stomaching the prospect with much joy. One Faunus girl in particular carrying an impressive pair of tower shields looked like she was about to faint before her launch pad sent her hurling through the air, and other students were wailing in near panic as their turn came up, quite literally.
Speaking of which, Morgan stretched his arms and legs to loosen the joints as his turn neared and the sounds of students flying through the air either whooping or screaming came closer. He had enough time to give his weapons one last check to make sure they were securely fastened before the last student to Morgan’s right, a small girl with an impressive mallet, was sent sailing into the air squealing with glee.
Winking at the next student in line, Morgan was abruptly catapulted into the sky his shirt fluttering behind him, the ground racing beneath him in a blur, and blood rushing through him with exhilaration. He rapidly soared in an arc over the forest and began cannonballing through verdant trees and leaves as gravity took command and Morgan rapidly descended into the forest proper. Unsheathing the pair of cutlasses at his belt with a smooth motion, he began slashing and cutting apart branches as they whipped ahead of him. The ground rapidly threw forward to meet him, but just before hitting the ground, a pair of thick scarlet tentacles shot forward from sturdy overhanging tree and wrapped themselves protectively around Morgan’s torso. The tentacles stretched and strained as they grabbed hold of Morgan, stopping his descent mere inches from the ground, and giving him a nice view of the forest floor before the tentacles whipped back like a bungee cord and Morgan began backpedaling back into the sky.
Flipping back into the air, Morgan cut the pair of tentacles from their mount on the tree’s branch and flipped once more before landing lightly on the branch and anchoring himself by driving his blades into the branch before his own momentum could topple him out of the tree.
Overhead, the amputated tentacles sailed upward for a moment before disintegrating into a stream of salt water and raining back down on Morgan in a light shower. Wrenching his cutlasses free, he sheathed them, and straightened his back to enjoy the view from atop the tree.
“I am just way too good at this,” he quipped.
After leaving Liam to compose himself, Morgan completed his morning rituals with efficiency. A hot shower followed by a small breakfast of bacon, sausage, eggs, ham and a turkey leg in the dining area had Morgan in high spirits. By the time most students were getting dressed Morgan was already busying himself with checking his weapons and prepping gear in the student locker room. The sextant of pistols cutlasses that made up Fortune’s Six were arranged neatly out of their holsters before Morgan as he painstakingly oiled the edges of his weapon’s blades and the barrels of their pistol form. His father had stressed the importance of proper maintenance when it came to equipment. After all, a man’s tools were a reflection of his character.
With a satisfied grunt Morgan gave a final inspection and began holstering and strapping Fortune’s Six in place just as Glynda’s broadcast sounded.
‘Would all first year students please report to Beacon Cliff for Initiation. Again, all first year students report to Beacon Cliff immediately.’
Before the last words had finished, Morgan strapped the last of Fortune’s Six’s pistols into its belt holster, retied his red bandana over his hair, and charged out of the locker room with an indefatigable purpose.
Morgan Rouge - Beacon Cliffs - Tuesday Morning
Arms folded and standing ready on his launch pad, Morgan couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh at the dynamic manner they’d be making their entrance into the Emerald Forest as Ozpin called it. Some of the other students seemed to share his enthusiasm as they were sent skyward, but many weren’t stomaching the prospect with much joy. One Faunus girl in particular carrying an impressive pair of tower shields looked like she was about to faint before her launch pad sent her hurling through the air, and other students were wailing in near panic as their turn came up, quite literally.
Speaking of which, Morgan stretched his arms and legs to loosen the joints as his turn neared and the sounds of students flying through the air either whooping or screaming came closer. He had enough time to give his weapons one last check to make sure they were securely fastened before the last student to Morgan’s right, a small girl with an impressive mallet, was sent sailing into the air squealing with glee.
Winking at the next student in line, Morgan was abruptly catapulted into the sky his shirt fluttering behind him, the ground racing beneath him in a blur, and blood rushing through him with exhilaration. He rapidly soared in an arc over the forest and began cannonballing through verdant trees and leaves as gravity took command and Morgan rapidly descended into the forest proper. Unsheathing the pair of cutlasses at his belt with a smooth motion, he began slashing and cutting apart branches as they whipped ahead of him. The ground rapidly threw forward to meet him, but just before hitting the ground, a pair of thick scarlet tentacles shot forward from sturdy overhanging tree and wrapped themselves protectively around Morgan’s torso. The tentacles stretched and strained as they grabbed hold of Morgan, stopping his descent mere inches from the ground, and giving him a nice view of the forest floor before the tentacles whipped back like a bungee cord and Morgan began backpedaling back into the sky.
Flipping back into the air, Morgan cut the pair of tentacles from their mount on the tree’s branch and flipped once more before landing lightly on the branch and anchoring himself by driving his blades into the branch before his own momentum could topple him out of the tree.
Overhead, the amputated tentacles sailed upward for a moment before disintegrating into a stream of salt water and raining back down on Morgan in a light shower. Wrenching his cutlasses free, he sheathed them, and straightened his back to enjoy the view from atop the tree.
“I am just way too good at this,” he quipped.
@Kaithas
Might want to rephrase that question, I got royally confused about what you were asking when I read it.
Might want to rephrase that question, I got royally confused about what you were asking when I read it.
@OneWayOut
Ouch that sucks. I'd suggest writing on a word document or google doc so it'll autosave and preserve your tears.
*cries as she was writing a post, accidently closed the tab, and lost everything*
I cant do this. I really just cant.
Ouch that sucks. I'd suggest writing on a word document or google doc so it'll autosave and preserve your tears.
It's beginning to seem like the Faunus heavily out populate humanity.
Morgan Rouge - Beacon Ballroom - Tuesday Morning
@jman221
Yup, the hangover pixie was paying a visit.
She was lodged in Morgan’s skull and pounding his head relentlessly with a sledgehammer. He tried to open his eyes and immediately regretted the action as cursed sunlight filtered through his eye sockets and redoubled the pixie’s efforts towards clobbering his head back to senselessness.
Licking his lips and arid mouth in a half-hearted attempt towards rehydration, Morgan felt his limbs were stiff from having slept through the night in slouch over his metal chest of belongings, his stomach rumbled with a queasy quality and worst of all, the rum was gone. But honestly I’ve been much worse, Morgan thought, straightening his back and noticing the groaning and slouched figures of some of his other party guests sprawled around his spot in the now lighted ballroom.
Closing his eyes Morgan focused and the pale red light of his aura washed over his body, settling his stomach, smoothing over the stiffness in his limbs and exorcising the pixie back to her demented realm. When his father and mother had first started feeding Morgan drink in line with the strong tradition of the Rouge’s, they’d been generous enough to teach him a little aura cheat to quickly stave off a hangover in the morning. Not everyone knew how to get the right amount of internal focus, but with a quick spurt of inner concentration localized around a body’s vitals, sailors had long figured out how to fight back against the evil machinations of the hangover pixie with mankind’s ancient defense against the horrors of night and day. The same trick actually worked to dissolve inebriation if Morgan needed to do something sober after a long drinking bout because for some reason his aura apparently thought alcohol was poisonous.
A silly notion. But whatever worked.
Morgan would’ve typically tanked through the painful ministrations of the pixie, his father having long taught him to use the trick sparingly as taking what you earned built character, but he had a big day ahead of him and he wanted to be in peak condition.
Mind cleared and well-being restored, Morgan easily lifted the groaning form of one of the unluckier landlubbers, he hoisted the poor sod over his shoulder, and headed towards the nearest restroom. Along the way he winced, but chuckled as he watched Renji slapping an ailing Liam back to the world of the living with sharp and audible blow. He suspected the owl faunus would soon be trying to deal with his own visit from the pixie and he’d be red-faced from more than just alcohol.
“The bald one’s right you know,” Morgan cheerfully said in his usual boisterous. “It’s no time to be lollying about on the deck.”
Adjusting his heft of the groaning form laid out on his shoulder, Morgan extended his arm towards Liam to help hoist him over his other shoulder and make way towards the restroom to get their collective day started.
All around them other students were already stirring to wakefulness, with some of the early birds already geared up and ready to go.
@jman221
Yup, the hangover pixie was paying a visit.
She was lodged in Morgan’s skull and pounding his head relentlessly with a sledgehammer. He tried to open his eyes and immediately regretted the action as cursed sunlight filtered through his eye sockets and redoubled the pixie’s efforts towards clobbering his head back to senselessness.
Licking his lips and arid mouth in a half-hearted attempt towards rehydration, Morgan felt his limbs were stiff from having slept through the night in slouch over his metal chest of belongings, his stomach rumbled with a queasy quality and worst of all, the rum was gone. But honestly I’ve been much worse, Morgan thought, straightening his back and noticing the groaning and slouched figures of some of his other party guests sprawled around his spot in the now lighted ballroom.
Closing his eyes Morgan focused and the pale red light of his aura washed over his body, settling his stomach, smoothing over the stiffness in his limbs and exorcising the pixie back to her demented realm. When his father and mother had first started feeding Morgan drink in line with the strong tradition of the Rouge’s, they’d been generous enough to teach him a little aura cheat to quickly stave off a hangover in the morning. Not everyone knew how to get the right amount of internal focus, but with a quick spurt of inner concentration localized around a body’s vitals, sailors had long figured out how to fight back against the evil machinations of the hangover pixie with mankind’s ancient defense against the horrors of night and day. The same trick actually worked to dissolve inebriation if Morgan needed to do something sober after a long drinking bout because for some reason his aura apparently thought alcohol was poisonous.
A silly notion. But whatever worked.
Morgan would’ve typically tanked through the painful ministrations of the pixie, his father having long taught him to use the trick sparingly as taking what you earned built character, but he had a big day ahead of him and he wanted to be in peak condition.
Mind cleared and well-being restored, Morgan easily lifted the groaning form of one of the unluckier landlubbers, he hoisted the poor sod over his shoulder, and headed towards the nearest restroom. Along the way he winced, but chuckled as he watched Renji slapping an ailing Liam back to the world of the living with sharp and audible blow. He suspected the owl faunus would soon be trying to deal with his own visit from the pixie and he’d be red-faced from more than just alcohol.
“The bald one’s right you know,” Morgan cheerfully said in his usual boisterous. “It’s no time to be lollying about on the deck.”
Adjusting his heft of the groaning form laid out on his shoulder, Morgan extended his arm towards Liam to help hoist him over his other shoulder and make way towards the restroom to get their collective day started.
All around them other students were already stirring to wakefulness, with some of the early birds already geared up and ready to go.
Might be a good opportunity to give the ones just coming on board to make their intro posts.
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