@OneWayOut Actually, I have a question. Is this RP going to proceed day by day, or will there be time skips? If the schedule goes one week of real time equals one day of RP time, it's going to take us forever to get anywhere.
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Cyra Zylvan - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Monday Evening
Cyra surveyed the ballroom, trying and failing to swallow the lump in her throat. It had taken well over an hour for her to work up the courage to enter, and now it seemed like every student had staked a claim, turning the floor into a patchwork of sleeping bags. Her own was still bundled up on top of her backpack, and looking around, she was now certain; she was not sleeping here.
She tip-toed along the wall, trying not to eavesdrop on the hushed conversations taking place. Nearby bathrooms had made changing into sleepwear much easier on the students, although it had rapidly become obvious that there were wildly different opinions on what constituted "sleepwear". Most people seemed to just use a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Some people had full pajamas, some of the boys apparently preferred only shorts or pants (she tried not to look), and some of the girls just used a shirt (trying really hard not to look).
Only a day had passed, and already people were separating into groups, giving some inkling on what the future teams might look like. As was to be expected, humans and Faunus tended to keep to their own, although there was one pretty human girl with extremely long black hair who was doing an awful job of keeping her fascination, not to mention her hands, to herself. She did seem to have enough tact to ask first, and more often than not she was shot down, but on the one or two occasions that she got what she wanted, her utter delight was completely unabashed. Definitely someone to be avoided, Cyra thought to herself.
It took a few minutes, and several whispered apologies when she bumped someone with her bag or suitcase, for her to reach the other set of doors. The only unlocked door in the hallway she had entered through was a supply closet, certainly not enough space to sleep in, so she was hoping that this second one might have an open classroom or something that she could set up in.
As she slipped through the door, she failed to notice a pair of eyes following her exit.
Cyra surveyed the ballroom, trying and failing to swallow the lump in her throat. It had taken well over an hour for her to work up the courage to enter, and now it seemed like every student had staked a claim, turning the floor into a patchwork of sleeping bags. Her own was still bundled up on top of her backpack, and looking around, she was now certain; she was not sleeping here.
She tip-toed along the wall, trying not to eavesdrop on the hushed conversations taking place. Nearby bathrooms had made changing into sleepwear much easier on the students, although it had rapidly become obvious that there were wildly different opinions on what constituted "sleepwear". Most people seemed to just use a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Some people had full pajamas, some of the boys apparently preferred only shorts or pants (she tried not to look), and some of the girls just used a shirt (trying really hard not to look).
Only a day had passed, and already people were separating into groups, giving some inkling on what the future teams might look like. As was to be expected, humans and Faunus tended to keep to their own, although there was one pretty human girl with extremely long black hair who was doing an awful job of keeping her fascination, not to mention her hands, to herself. She did seem to have enough tact to ask first, and more often than not she was shot down, but on the one or two occasions that she got what she wanted, her utter delight was completely unabashed. Definitely someone to be avoided, Cyra thought to herself.
It took a few minutes, and several whispered apologies when she bumped someone with her bag or suitcase, for her to reach the other set of doors. The only unlocked door in the hallway she had entered through was a supply closet, certainly not enough space to sleep in, so she was hoping that this second one might have an open classroom or something that she could set up in.
As she slipped through the door, she failed to notice a pair of eyes following her exit.
@Akayaofthemoon Hmm. If Nova ever did get the chance to touch Cyra, the poor girl would be red-faced for a week. And probably wind up crushing on Nova hard.
@Akayaofthemoon I'm kind of curious now. How would Nova act if she saw Cyra's carapace?
Beacon Academy - Amphitheater - Monday Noon
@FateWeaver@jman221@Bigg Slamm
All Cyra could do was stare up at the empty stage, her face ashen, deaf to Orlan's words. Everyone is... sleeping together? Panic closed off her throat, and she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie to keep them from shaking. He was joking, right? That was a joke. We're not actually all sleeping together in one room. Even as she told herself that, her eyes becoming glued to the floor, she knew that it was no joke. His voice had been the most deadpan thing she had ever heard, not the sound of someone who often said something in jest. There was no way she could do this. Ears could be tucked into a sleeping hat, a tail hidden inside a shirt or a pair of pants, but her? It would become blatantly obvious to every first year in the school that she was hiding something. Someone would ask what she was doing, other people would notice, a crowd would be drawn, they'd start talking, and then someone might-
She shook her head violently, driving off the image. No, no, don't go there. Don't think about it, just don't. It's a big place, there must be plenty of little hiding places around the ballroom. Surely they wouldn't notice one person not there.
Movement caught her attention, and she looked at the new comer apologizing to Orlan. "Ugh... I'm Liam. Liam Yugure." She stared at his extended hand as if it was from another planet, then quickly averted her gaze, keeping her hands firmly planted in her pockets. It was probably rude, but she wasn't about to take the chance that he was one of those friendly people who would clap you on the shoulder while they shook your hand. "C-Cyra." She sneaked a glance up at his face, noting his oddly large eyes were each a different colour, one yellow, one red. He also towered over her, almost two whole feet. Not for the first or last time, she silently cursed her stature.
Another man was approaching from behind Liam, who appeared equally tall and clean shaven, his head decorated with what looked like tattoos. If he got there, she would be practically surrounded. The air was suddenly hot and stifling. She needed to leave, needed some air, space to think clearly. There was an opening to her left, and she took it. "I-I-I need to go!" Grabbing the handle of her suitcase, she half walked, half ran through the crowd and out into the courtyard.
Beacon Courtyard
The wheels of her suitcase clattered across the paving stones as she ran into an empty area of the courtyard. The cooler air was soothing to her throat after the heat of the amphitheater. Ahead of her was one of the small circular flower gardens, perfect for what she needed. Dropping her suitcase, she fell to her knees in front of the flowers and reached her hands in, digging her exposed fingers into the loose dirt. Closing her eyes, she took deep, slow breaths, concentrating on the cool soil. After a few seconds, her shoulders sagged as she visibly relaxed, feeling all the worries and concerns that Ozpin's and Glenda's speech had incited in her falling away as that cool sensation filled her up. She felt vast, her very self extending into the ground beneath her feet, far far away from the academy. Behind her scarf, a small smile graced her lips.
@FateWeaver@jman221@Bigg Slamm
All Cyra could do was stare up at the empty stage, her face ashen, deaf to Orlan's words. Everyone is... sleeping together? Panic closed off her throat, and she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie to keep them from shaking. He was joking, right? That was a joke. We're not actually all sleeping together in one room. Even as she told herself that, her eyes becoming glued to the floor, she knew that it was no joke. His voice had been the most deadpan thing she had ever heard, not the sound of someone who often said something in jest. There was no way she could do this. Ears could be tucked into a sleeping hat, a tail hidden inside a shirt or a pair of pants, but her? It would become blatantly obvious to every first year in the school that she was hiding something. Someone would ask what she was doing, other people would notice, a crowd would be drawn, they'd start talking, and then someone might-
She shook her head violently, driving off the image. No, no, don't go there. Don't think about it, just don't. It's a big place, there must be plenty of little hiding places around the ballroom. Surely they wouldn't notice one person not there.
Movement caught her attention, and she looked at the new comer apologizing to Orlan. "Ugh... I'm Liam. Liam Yugure." She stared at his extended hand as if it was from another planet, then quickly averted her gaze, keeping her hands firmly planted in her pockets. It was probably rude, but she wasn't about to take the chance that he was one of those friendly people who would clap you on the shoulder while they shook your hand. "C-Cyra." She sneaked a glance up at his face, noting his oddly large eyes were each a different colour, one yellow, one red. He also towered over her, almost two whole feet. Not for the first or last time, she silently cursed her stature.
Another man was approaching from behind Liam, who appeared equally tall and clean shaven, his head decorated with what looked like tattoos. If he got there, she would be practically surrounded. The air was suddenly hot and stifling. She needed to leave, needed some air, space to think clearly. There was an opening to her left, and she took it. "I-I-I need to go!" Grabbing the handle of her suitcase, she half walked, half ran through the crowd and out into the courtyard.
Beacon Courtyard
The wheels of her suitcase clattered across the paving stones as she ran into an empty area of the courtyard. The cooler air was soothing to her throat after the heat of the amphitheater. Ahead of her was one of the small circular flower gardens, perfect for what she needed. Dropping her suitcase, she fell to her knees in front of the flowers and reached her hands in, digging her exposed fingers into the loose dirt. Closing her eyes, she took deep, slow breaths, concentrating on the cool soil. After a few seconds, her shoulders sagged as she visibly relaxed, feeling all the worries and concerns that Ozpin's and Glenda's speech had incited in her falling away as that cool sensation filled her up. She felt vast, her very self extending into the ground beneath her feet, far far away from the academy. Behind her scarf, a small smile graced her lips.
@jman221 Is there any visual way to tell that Liam is a Faunus?
Beacon Courtyard - late Monday morning
@FateWeaver
Cyra swallowed at his words. He still wanted to talk to her? Wonderful. She supposed that she had to face the fact sooner or later that she was going to have teammates that she would be rooming with. And what a giant awkward situation that's going to be. "N-no, it's okay, if you want to. I don't know anyone here either."
Most of the trip across the courtyard was made in silence. A wide variety of scents filtered through her scarf from the patches of flowers along the paved walkway, tingling inside her nose. Combined with the soft sound of the fountain that sat in the center of the courtyard, and she might have found it almost peaceful. The columns that surrounded the campus were a far cry from the dingy neighborhood she had left behind. It would be so easy to stay here and forget about all the problems in the world. The Grimm, the attacks, everything. Here, everything was quiet.
Cyra gave the man beside her a furtive glance. The only real problem for her was all the people. This one didn't seem too inclined to speak, and from what little she knew of Atlas, that was probably the norm. No, no, stop it! Assumptions are what got you in trouble in the first place. Say something, he might end up being your teammate. She bit her tongue, then screwed her eyes shut. "Cyra!" she blurted.
The man's pace slowed slightly as he glanced at her, and she mentally smacked herself. "M-my name, it's Cyra. Zylvan. Cyra Zylvan."
@FateWeaver
Cyra swallowed at his words. He still wanted to talk to her? Wonderful. She supposed that she had to face the fact sooner or later that she was going to have teammates that she would be rooming with. And what a giant awkward situation that's going to be. "N-no, it's okay, if you want to. I don't know anyone here either."
Most of the trip across the courtyard was made in silence. A wide variety of scents filtered through her scarf from the patches of flowers along the paved walkway, tingling inside her nose. Combined with the soft sound of the fountain that sat in the center of the courtyard, and she might have found it almost peaceful. The columns that surrounded the campus were a far cry from the dingy neighborhood she had left behind. It would be so easy to stay here and forget about all the problems in the world. The Grimm, the attacks, everything. Here, everything was quiet.
Cyra gave the man beside her a furtive glance. The only real problem for her was all the people. This one didn't seem too inclined to speak, and from what little she knew of Atlas, that was probably the norm. No, no, stop it! Assumptions are what got you in trouble in the first place. Say something, he might end up being your teammate. She bit her tongue, then screwed her eyes shut. "Cyra!" she blurted.
The man's pace slowed slightly as he glanced at her, and she mentally smacked herself. "M-my name, it's Cyra. Zylvan. Cyra Zylvan."
@datadogie she's shy and doesn't do well with people. A social butterfly she is not.
Beacon Courtyard
@FateWeaver
"Are you... cold?"
Cyra bit her lip behind her scarf. Of course he would ask about this, it had to be over twenty degrees out. There were people wearing shorts and skirts. Her mind scrambled for a believable excuse, and having failed she decided to just run with what he had said. "A-a little. It was usually warmer in Mistral." Which wasn't a total lie, in some parts it could get very warm and humid in the summer.
Plucking nervously at the cuffs of her sleeves, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and turns to leave. "I-I should go. The welcome ceremony will be soon."
@FateWeaver
"Are you... cold?"
Cyra bit her lip behind her scarf. Of course he would ask about this, it had to be over twenty degrees out. There were people wearing shorts and skirts. Her mind scrambled for a believable excuse, and having failed she decided to just run with what he had said. "A-a little. It was usually warmer in Mistral." Which wasn't a total lie, in some parts it could get very warm and humid in the summer.
Plucking nervously at the cuffs of her sleeves, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and turns to leave. "I-I should go. The welcome ceremony will be soon."
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