Silvan Haven

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Crimmy@Slime@Ayazi

Airship Docks-Beryl Harken

There was a jangle of metal and a sudden explosion of fog. When it faded a pair of shiny new, Altesian handcuffs sat upon the proffered wrists. Beryl twirling away with a grin on her face and all but strutted towards the campus.

"Come vile criminal! We're going shopping!"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Crimmy@Slime@Ayazi

Airship Docks-Beryl Harken

"You uhhh, you look like a wanabe rapper." It was an awkward admission but..."A parka? Really?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Crimmy@Slime@Ayazi

Airship Docks-Beryl Harken

"We'll help you get to know the place, don't worry." Beryl said as she turned and gestured for them to follow her. "Your assignment was actually a bit unexpected. We were planning on going shopping this evening so your arrival has put a bit of a cramp in our schedule. Judging from your baggage I'm guessing you didn't bring much in the way of extra clothing. So in lieu of a tour why don't you join us? I'm sure Gratia would be glad to help you pick out something decent."

Dear lord I hope he doesn't dress like that all the time. I don't think I could deal with another Vega.

Beryl was fond of the other girl but her attire was...garish? Painful to look at? An insult to the very idea of fashion? OK, maybe not that last one but even to Beryl, whose knowledge of fashion was limited to what she learned from staring longingly at clothes on the internet, Vega's fashion sense sucked.

Hmmmmm. Maybe Jericho could give some pointers. He probably learned about it in one of his How-To-James-Bond courses.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Crimmy@Slime@Ayazi

Airship Docks-Beryl Harken

"Vignoble is something of a transfer team. Most of us are from Haven Academy, learning here at Beacon as part of a trade program the two schools run."

The voice belonged to an otter faunus approaching the duo at a brisk walk. The nod she shared with Gratia showed a familiarity between the two. Although the newcomer was dressed in much more casual clothes. With a friendly smile she walked up to Silver and extended a hand.

"Beryl Harken. I'm the B in VGGB."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Beacon Academy-Dust Apps-Beryl Harken

THUMP

The sound of Beryl's tail hitting the floor was easily audible to anyone even remotely nearby. She was sitting straight up in her seat now, any hint of drowsiness gone. Her hands flat on the table before her and staring at Diamond with eyes like flakes of glacial ice. A nearby student looked at his coffee in confusion as it abruptly began churning.

That little Grimm had just tried to detonate Dust in a fellow classmate's hand. In luke's hand, one of her best friends at Beacon. It didn't matter that there probably wasn't enough Dust left in that vial to cause serious damage. It didn't matter that Professor Cirsium had stepped in before anything could happen. It didn't matter that Luke could have simply healed any damage done while his aura was down.

Diamond had just tried to harm one of Beryl's friends.

It activated instincts built up over long nights in the less savory parts of Mistral. The kind she had cultivated to watch over an entire church full of children in a city full of predators. Those predators were still keeping their distance even now, the otter faunus had made it quite clear that certain things were off limits.

Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Breaking Point

@Norik@Caasicam@Krayzikk@Selvariabell

Horizon Parade Route-Beryl Harken

A peal of bell like laughter rang out from the tall dark haired woman ans she stepped back to give Inoue room. Her eyes shone as she returned the bow with a dip of her head.

"And yours Lieutenant Ayane. Welcome to Horizon."

Breaking Point

@Norik@Caasicam@Krayzikk

Horizon Parade Route-Beryl Harken

Ah, so she was military. The question would have worked equally well if Ayane had been a civilian. Just one person admiring the fashion of another. The reveal of their shared service was certainly nicer than finding out someone was selling knockoff pilot jackets though. And Tokyo fit with her features and the faint accent accompanying her words.

"Beryl Harken, Test Team 4, Horizon Research and Development." She replied with a smile at Ayane and a raised eyebrow at Nova. "Would you like to come up and join us? Looking up like that is just asking for a crick in the neck."

Breaking Point

@Norik@Caasicam

Horizon Parade Route-Beryl Harken

Rather than the extremely impressive war machine currently drawing the gaze of her companions Beryl's attention was on the woman below their balcony. Asian features, not too unusual in a mass driver city like Horizon. She carried herself with the kind of bearing that most members of the military learned to recognize. Although this person seemed to wear it like a set of armor. The jacket she wore was a bit odd though. Leaving aside the strangeness of wearing such a garment in these warm temperatures it held some interesting insignia. If Beryl had to guess she would have said it was from a Walker squadron.

The weird thing was that Beryl didn't recognize the woman. She knew all of Horizon's pilots, their names and faces at the very least. The Asian woman below them wasn't one of them. Was she on vacation? A bit young and stiff to be retired. Maybe she wasn't a pilot at all and Beryl was just overthinking things.

"Excuse me." She called down. "Where did you get that jacket?"

Breaking Point

@Norik@Caasicam

Horizon Parade Route-Beryl Harken

"No problem." Beryl took a drink of whatever drink she had been carrying around and she leaned over the railing next to Nova. "The parade should be starting any minute now. Kind of surprised we can't hear it yet to be honest."

Breaking Point

@Norik@Caasicam

Horizon Parade Route-Beryl Harken

The interior of the building was pleasantly cool, the air conditioning going full blast to keep up with the press of bodies and the many open doors and windows. It wasn't long before the two found Beryl despite the crowded interior of the building. The athletic woman held a red plastic cup above her head as she wove through the crowd, her gaze scanning the entrance for the pair. When she saw them her face lit up with a smile and she waved them over.

"Follow me." She had to speak up to be heard over the boisterous party-goers and the music pumping over the speakers. Whoever owned the house seemed to be fairly well off considering the decorations and modern systems in view. "The balcony is quiet enough that we won't have to yell to hear each other."