A Beacon of hope (RWBY)

"And it is with such, the staff and faculty of Beacon welcome you warmly our esteemed academy. Known far and wide for its illustrious efforts and gains, the Huntsmen and Huntresses of Beacon have.." Glenda Goodwitch followed through on her welcome speech, speaking each sentence coldly, but not emptily. Every word was filled the honor and duty of the Huntress. The perspective of justice that allowed her to keep her head held high when stating the historical credentials of those who have passed through the halls of Beacon and into the doors of history.

Still, it sounded as if she were naming a list of chores with each incredible battle, famed alumnus, and prodigious young man, woman, and otherwise that had brought the name of Beacon to the top.

"As we arrive to the doors of Beacon, it is expected of you all to act with the dignity required to attend this school. No horse play on the airship, no sparring, no absurd roughhousing, and no bothering the staff during their work. But of course, remember to enjoy yourselves. Thank you all for your attention. It will be approximately two hours before we land. That will be all".

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The muddled crowd of to-be Hunters and Huntresses began to spread out into different directions depending on their course. Some began their instant mingling among friends or strangers, others broke off from the crowd on their own to seek solitary shelter, and others, namely a few stragglers, were left to themselves to stand awkwardly in the middle of the theater room with nobody to interact with.

As several of the groups flooded out the doors, it became heatedly clear what the current objective was: Find something to do.

With that in mind, each student found themselves with the struggle of doing just that.

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Music listened to while writing:

"Hey, man, let's check out the balcony!"


"Can we find the cafe? I'm about to eat your tail, dude"


"Did you see Glenda's stature? I hope I can be like her when I gradu-.."



The river of words and information overtook her. Ginni Mori rubbed her temples as she attempted to sort each word, phrase, lingo, and somewhat satirical sentence that fluttered through her hearing. It was as if the forests back home were overcome with millions of the same sound, then a different sound, then something else entirely, repeating itself over and over in an attempt to crush her senses with information overload. With a shaky breath, Gin forced herself to square and reach the nearest door.

-Are all cities like this? I can't stand it. I can't hear anything I need to be hearing. The direction of the winds are impossible to tell, our angle is all obscured, and--

"Hey, you want to check out the cafe?"

A voice directed at her? Ginni, with her hands still on her temples, threw her head toward the sound as if it had been a branch snapping in the woods. It was a girl who looked rather bland with short black hair, dressed in black robes, and dark eyes that were seemingly..... Black..? Ginni looked at this girl as if a hamster had just snarled at her.

She walked away, hurrying through the doors and out into the open balcony. The weird dark girl just lifted her eyebrows. She pushed through to the balcony where only a few other students were leaning against the railing. Hastily, she found her own retreat some thirty feet away from any living body and took in the fresh air, closing her eyes to clear her mind as she leaned back and tilted her head, each lock of her long hair freeing itself with the wind and flowing like a riverbed.

A girl stood in the shadows, her sapphire eyes almost glowing, tinted a slight purple by her goggles. She stood, with arms crossed, just watching. She would stand in a corner if she could, although the walls of the ship were rounded, so she had to make do with her surroundings. Her tail swished from side to side silently, her fur sleek and shiny. The girl watched as people mingled, talking to one another. She debated doing the same, although she wanted to watch for a little longer, and come to terms with her peer's behaviours.

Nebula's eyes swept across the room. People were chatting, yelling, shouting. Crowds formed around impressive weapons, and people showing off their 'cool' semblances. She suddenly felt for her weapon, the cold, black and red metal a comforting object in her anxiety. Even if it could kill.

A huntress' face - presumably Glenda Goodwitch, from what she'd heard - appeared across the holographic screens. Her ears twitched as the huntress began to talk. Glenda's voice was cool, comparable to a robot. Not cold, not warm: emotionless. She talked about how people shouldn't try to kill one another on the first day, or blow up the ship. Something like that. Honestly, she was surprised that the students needed to be told that in the first place anyway.

As her tangent carried on, Nebula started to phase out, fading ever so slightly. She became unfocused with reality itself.

She blinked, shaking her head violently. It wasn't the best idea to phase out of reality and become the monster she tried to hide from the world. Perhaps she should move into the light. Yeah, that would be good.

She shuffled awkwardly through the crowd, making her way to the balcony for good measure. Yeah, there probably isn't any shadows outside. Yeah.

As Nebula walked through the doorway, she saw a surprisingly few amount of people. She saw a few groups of friends, talking excitedly about the new semester. A mess of different hair colours, Fauni, weapons, armour and outfits. She herself was just donned in a simple dark bodysuit, and red-tinted goggles (that she totally didn't forget to add in her character application.) She stood alone, awkwardly watching the rolling landscapes fly past her.

She watched a girl, one with vivid green hair, approach another one, trying to initiate some awkward small talk.

Perhaps she should do the same. Instead, she stayed close to the inner walls, trying not to make eye contact.

(RULES OF THE RP: Normal RP rules such as godmodding, meta game, power play. Also no spoiling anything past the volume we are currently RPing. If no post is made in 24 hours, you are skipped. Follow RWBY universal laws, but combat does not revolve around insane mega combos like in the show as that falls to power play. All battles must be overseen by a combat moderator and their decisions are final in combat.)

Azura stood in the middle of a crowd as Glynda gave everyone some sort of speech. She tried to listen to it but she quickly got bored and turned her attention to the people around her. Most of them were listening to the speech but a few of them were whispering to each other and cracking jokes. The looks on all of their faces told her that they were just as ecstatic to be here as she was. The day had finally come! Now she could murder all the grimm she wanted and have the best time ever! And nobody would criticize her for being too violent because she was being the oh so noble and amazing Huntress that would protect the world from the evil of the Grimm!

She could already imagine herself standing on top of a mountain of Grimm, posing dramatically with her weapon in her hand and a village behind her that was safe due to her amazing skills. The people in the village would come out of their homes and their fear would soon turn into relief and happiness as they saw her standing before them, her hair blowing dramatically in the wind. They'd look at her with amazement in their eyes, grateful for everything she had done for them and ask her, "How on earth could we ever make up for all that you have done for us, oh great Huntress?" To which she'd reply in a totally cool, heroic, awesome, and badass voice, "Don't worry about it. I'm only doing my job." Of course the townsfolk would be extremely surprised by her kindness and would stumble over their words as they struggled to say, "B-but, my most h-humble huntress.." She would quickly cut them off before they could manage to utter anything else by saying, "I said don't worry about it, and there's no need to be so formal. Please, call me Azura." The townsfolk would then recognize that it would be useless to pursue the matter any further, as she was too stuck in her own kind and humble ways, so they would simply show their appreciation by bowing to her and saying, "Thank you, Azura." The thought of this made her bounce up and down in place by bending and straightening her legs repeatedly.  

When she began to pay attention once gain to the world around her, she was able to catch the last few words of Glynda's speech before it ended, signaling the start of their wait for their arrival at Beacon. She had to burn off some of her excited energy so she waited for the space around her to clear a little bit as people scattered themselves all around the airship, and then she ran in circles while holding her balled up fists close to her chest and quietly squealing to herself. This was enough to entertain her for a little bit, but she soon grew bored so she flung herself upon one of the windows, making a loud banging noise in the process. And so she looked out the window with her entire body plastered against it. Her arms were both above her and bent slightly, as to make the pose a little more comfortable for her, and her left leg was completely off of the ground and bent at the knee.

As she looked out of the window, she couldn't stop herself from gasping at the beautiful sight below. She had never really been in an airship before since she had never really gone too far as a child, so this site was especially amazing to her. All of the buildings looked so tiny and the people were even smaller, and you could see so much. It was really amazing to see just how small her little corner of the world was, and now she was even more pumped to go to beacon and expand her horizons until the day came when she graduated and she could travel the world. She removed her face from the glass so she could survey more of the area. The bright sun happily illuminated the city below and left no place without it's warm touch. In the distance, there was a large body of water that reflected the light of sun back into the sky, as if it was trying to show the sun just how pretty it truly was. The lake itself was riddled with many waves that grew and changed in direction in collaboration with the wind, each one so deep and full of substance, that it could be it's own portal to some other world. It was as if the world itself was celebrating the gravity of this day, and welcoming all of the new Hunters and Huntresses in training. She returned the kind act with a wide smile, though which she exclaimed, "This is SO COOL!"

Liadan flicked her ears and tail as she moved about the over crowded ship. The halls were filled with to-be-students , all either excited or nervous. Friends gathered into their social groups, simply to show off their weapons, semblances and skills. It was loud noisy, and unpleasant. The faunus tried to make her way towards a window, the daydream about being in nature, and ignoring all other sound around her.

Suddenly, before she could reach the state of mind she longed for, a hologram of a Huntress appeared before them, to tell a message to all of the children aboard the ship. Her tone was cold and almost lifeless, a reasonable tone in Liadan's eyes, for the chaos on this ship was nothing to be excited about. The message she told them though seemed almost pointless. Isn't it OBVIOUS that people wouldn't kill each other on the first day? Everybody here should be a high class warrior, I don't see what they have to worry about... She thought to herself until she head a loud bang.

Her ears perked out and faced towards the direction of the noise, and her tail puffed up. She saw a girl, who was very enthusiastic... about a... window? This was defiantly a shock to the girl, seeing as she didn't expect this kind of behavior. She watched intently while the other girl starred at the scenery below with awe. It wasn't a rude, or negative stare, but a more curious stare, like the faunus wished to know more about the situation. She froze in that position, just starring without realizing it, lost in her own realm of thoughts.

Liadan let down her ears and calmed her tail, there was no reason to be so awkward. When she tried to break herself away from the strange human, she yelled aloud, causing herself and few few others who seemed to have no friends to look over. She let out a small smile, for she knew now that at least the year wasn't going to be boring. Maybe if other people at Beacon have intriguing personalities, the year just might be a good one again... When her thoughts broke, she realized that she was STILL looking intensely at this other person. Not wanting to be awkward and creepy, she quickly turned herself to try to look out the window.

(Crappy short post is short and depressing. Sorry.)

"Aha! Yes, you are good with jokes! Hoping to hear more from your career once we get there, yeah? Hehe! At this rate, such a goal should be just behind the corner of the big brick wall! And here I am, hoping my humor isn't completely enfeebled by your comedic abilities. Heh."
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"I'll be! Born into a family of hunters? Must be cap-popping with stress, eh? But, hey! That's what the academy's for - I'm sure they'll show us the ropes and the chairs, eh? Hehe!"
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With people conglomerated into the ship like sheep inside a stable, the optimal layout for advantageous acquaintance-making was set. Midia could not let go of his impulses - he definitely had to step up to the plate without dropping his charismatic ego for a second. To use and abuse mundane tendencies - where subjects merrily uphold social protocols with complete strangers - so long as they held a common interest; that was the ticket into his personal cabin at social Nirvana. The path? A golden brick road. Simple-pimple, water-wimple.

Going from pair to pair, trio to trio, quintuplet to quintuplet, cornerman to cornergirl: he had to make sure that this gathering-en-masse didn't go to waste. He clocked in and out of multiple groups, deploying his ever-jolly first impressions with a pair of clasping hands and the most juvenile of smiles; an air of gaiety perceptible even through the dark cloth mask he wore over his mouth. Despite not being greeted with good-willed chuckles by everyone, he could already concretize some foresight on who'd be a good buddy, and who'd end up all muddy.
Inevitably, his set task led him to the balcony. The socially awkward hooligans and no-friend criminals were still hanging around there, completely untarnished by eminent joy. He had saved this part for last, as he was sure it would be the most challenging - akin to a cavern filled with infernal, hex-mumbling bozos. After all, it's hard piercing through the heart of a roughneck or performing some well-done persuasive gimmicks against a beefy dude. Despite all precautions and strategy-assembly, the people he managed to spot there were... Not all that true to his expectations. Instead of a bunch of rough-raff, prank-busting, terror-inflicting misfits, all he could spot was a bunch of no-life, grey-matter-busting dimwits.

And an assortment of girls.
It was easy to tell that Wild-Child over there wasn't used to this much people, so she stood still as a rock, yet wobbly as cane, perhaps a result of being unnerved by the ambiance; Cloverfield Girl was looking as sharp as a snake's fang, approaching the rural rodent like a true predator. Witch's Pet seemed to be merely conflicted on what to do. Or perhaps unwilling to do anything at all, like a real feline. Ah, the skills of a Fool.
It almost felt like the average trip towards the wilderness: bunny runs away from ruckus, bunny meets snake, bunny finds a new, fleshy home. Then, the weird animal in a bodysuit would come in, behead the snake, and take home the big prize. Good old times.

With both hands behind his back, he engaged in a gleeful march towards the feline faunus, approaching her abstract den with a joyful step. She appeared to be engaged in sight-seeing - typical of an easily-distracted animal hybrid - so approaching her without being glared at awkwardly shouldn't be a tough job. Perhaps, for a scenario such as this one, it'd be best to drop the whole yes-man propaganda and let loose for a bit.

He halted a few feet away from Miss Catnip - he had no intention to startle her. That was not how the messing-around was supposed to begin.
He turned his sight towards the green tiger and red-painted bunny, leaning his head towards the left, as if to present certain innocence within his words.

"Huh. Is this some long-running love triangle I'm not yet aware of? Platonic harem, perhaps?", he uttered, almost sticking to a snarky speech paradigm. Hopefully, the beastkin's reaction would be amusing enough to release the pent-up steam acquired by all that excessive amount of fair social play.




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Muse-ic:

Spoiler:

*Shink* *Shink*

Sparks flew up from the black steel sword that was Anaklusmos. Vanta tried his best to take good care of his weapon since it was his only ally in battle. He continued to grind the wetstone against the blade while kneeling down in a corner of the airship alone. He looked up for a moment. His black eyes shifting from person to person. He shifted his focus back to his sword. He examined the sword and put the wetstone in the hidden pocket within his black leather jacket. His sword was as sharp as it could be and this satisfied him. He stood up and shined his sword in the light to further examine it. He then followed with 2 practice swings and cut against the wind swiftly as if he were preparing for war.

He placed Anaklusmos in it's holster which lied on his waist to the left side. A sudden ray of light shined in his eyes as the ship was in motion. It allowed for light to occasionally shine on him in his secluded corner. He gritted his teeth and sighed. He preferred to stay in the shadows because it brought less attention to himself. He didn't like to stick out or even be social. If this hadn't been mandatory for him to become a student at the Hunters Academy he wouldn't have showed. But he put his dreams ahead of his social anxiety. He wanted to prove his father wrong and show him just how good of a hunter he could be. And it all starts here.

(bump: dristan needs to post as we've skipped troy)

(Minea said we're skipping Dristan as well.)

(I don't think the next person can really write another post as they'll have nothing to go off of, so we'll wait for Dristan.)

(I was gonna post next as it was well over 48 hours and nearly 72 but if we are waiting that is fine)

"I can't feel my center of gravity and the world melody is loud, crowded, and muddled. It's not a melody-" Ginni's head snapped forward, the words exiting her mouth before her thoughts could match their pace. "At.. all".

A blossom of pink spread across her cheeks, her olive skin tone highlighting the bright veil. She quickly pushed herself off the railing to stand upright, rubbing the goosebumps on her arms from the chilly breeze.

She exhaled puff-cheeked, giving her face the appearance of exasperation. In actuality, she was mortified to have spoken her theatrical and admittedly seclusive thoughts about the world of melody.

..Wait. Was this.. Person even speaking to her?

Ginni held her gaze forward, locking eyes with the viridescent young woman.

She was definitely talking to her.

Oblivious to her serpent's policy features, Ginni hadn't even comprehended the girl was a Faunus. To a soul of the world and wild, such benign aspects of the body that contribute only to split and divide, it was silly. People are people. There are no Faunus or Humans in the world of melodies and sound.

"No, I'm not having fun. Are you having fun? I'm Ginni Mori, it's nice to meet you". Her voice was soft, but strong and stoic-- like the silk smooth olivewood branches used to craft the perfect upholstery like at home.

Ginni's body visibly relaxed. Her response was perfect. All those social practices with the mirror were paying off perfectly. She was already a successful socialite!

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(OOC: I am ridiculously sorry about taking so obnoxiously long to post. Registration for college came up and I was thrown into a series of touring southern California for a suitable college campus. But I'm back!.. And I'm sorry! Next time, please skip me).

(OOC: Also! I would like to ask that from here on out, every post is set to a maximum of 300 words and a minimum of 100. This is to promote easier and faster posting without people feeling the need to post massive responses or prove their writing capability or what-not. Let's keep this RP fast paced and fun! 100 words is small, 300 words is decent. My entire post is only 227! This is, of course, only applicable if Minea accepts it).

(I think I'll bump up the maximum to 500 words, seeing as the average post length is 425.9 words. And don't worry if your post is a few words under or over. So posts 100-500 words long.)

The cat Faunus knew that someone was walking towards her. She could feel it, her tail swaying just a beat faster as a potential threat approached. She decided, however, to let them have the upper hand. Make herself look dumb, vulnerable. Then strike at the last moment, like the predator stalking the prey. She could have fun with this human.

Her goggles were pushed above her face. She turned elegantly, her graceful movements in time with the  hypnotic swishes of her tail. Her ears flattened ever so slightly as she turned to face the snarky-toned person talking to her. They had a long, billowing cloak; strange for how hot it was on the crowded airship. It would be good to blend in shadows, but it was a stark white as opposed to deep black.

In fact, there wasn't a single patch of skin, save for a small fraction of a face, that was exposed.

Truly curious indeed...

She spoke, a low and smooth alto. Her short-lived laugh was almost like an amused purr.

"Platonic harem, hmm? And what makes you think a cat has any business with a snake or a bunny?"

She glanced once again towards the unusual pair, who seemed to have furthered their conversation since she last checked. With only minimal lip reading and eavesdropping, she had learnt their names and a basic personality for each.

"And anyway, I do not even know them, koneko. It is wisest not to make assumptions from things you do not know."

(mmk koneko = kitten and she will call everyone this, probably.)

Once Azura was able to pry her eyes away from the wonderful sight outside, she gazed around the ship to see if there was anything else for her to do. They still had at least a little while before they made it to the academy and she didn't want to idly sit around like a boring piece of wood. If she did, then she would probably die of boredom before she ever arrived at beacon and she couldn't be having that. She needed to make sure she lived so she could slaughter every grimm that crossed her path. They would learn to fear her name! Muhahahaha! She'd walk into the Forever Fall forest and the Grimm would run for their lives, but it would be useless against the raw power of her awesomeness and she would slay them all regardless.

Still super pumped from just about everything that was happening around her, she walked away from the window, moving both her arms and legs stiffly up a considerable amount more than they needed to be lifted. She stopped in the middle of the walkway and looked around to see an emo looking guy seemingly talking to some girl with a giant instrument. She thought about going over there and joining the conversation but she decided against it when she took a closer look at the emo guy. It didn't seem like he really wanted to socialize with anyone and would prefer to stay secluded in his little, dark corner. Party pooper.

She looked in the other direction to see a balcony full of people and immediately ran towards it, knocking down anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her way. When she got there, the wind on hit her face and blew back her hair. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted on the top of her lungs, "HELLO WORLD!" After she stood there for a few seconds and absorbed with feeling along with the amazing view, she turned to the people around her, hoping they would be more sociable than the scary guy back in the ship. They seemed to be just beginning their conversation so right now would be the perfect time to jump in and make some friends instead of enemies for once.

She promptly turned to them with a bounce in her step before putting her hands behind her back and giving them a giant, cheesy grin that conveyed all of her excitement. "And hello to you guys as well." She took her right hand out from behind her back and pointed at herself. "I'm Azura." She then put her hand down and tilted her head. "And...ummm...what's a harem?"

(So I'm assuming that Nocche can post after you? You kinda mixed up the post order haha)

(Edit: I am an idiot please do ignore me)

(Fur is next, then Nocche. Just look at the order everybody posted at the beginning.)

The loud conversations of the other people echoed endlessly in her ears. Liadan couldn’t bear to hear such ruckus for any time more. The faunus covered her ears, and peered around the airship for an escape from all of the wretched noises. Everything seemed hopeless for her endeavors until she noticed a small set of stairs leading up. The girls slowly maneuvered and swerved through the crowded space until she finally in the correct place to examine what this new location was.

Liadan stood at the base of the stairs, and thoroughly examined the top. There were people up there, up top of the airship. I don’t recall ever being told about a balcony. Oh well, it’s probably a lot quieter up there than it is down here. Plus, I’ll be able to get some fresh air too. She thought to herself. Happily flicking her tail and raising her ears, she confidently made her way up the tiny stairway. Once she reached the top, she could feel the soft gentle breeze caress her face. Liadan closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe. This was to place to be, it was so much more pleasant. Liadan quickly made her way off to a ledge, where she could look down at the world passing by below.

The faunus stared in awe at the magnificent world below. The forest was painted with a variety of trees, all showing off their individual expression of vibrant greens. The city was assorted with buildings all with different appearances and personalities. Observing such interesting things from so high above was most pleasing and satisfactory. Liadan could forget about everything around her and just watch what the world had to offer move below. The experience was even more relaxing since there was a gentle breeze, which would slightly rustled the branches of the trees, and would make her happy to be alive.

Eventually though the faunus became quite curious of what other people were up on the balcony with her. The girl turned around, and skimmed the students, seeing if anybody stood out in particular. Nothing seemed to ring a bell until she saw a girl wearing goggles looking at another girl with miraculous green hair. Not only that, but then the girl she saw from before rushed in. Liadan let out a slight smirk and decided to observe their actions before approaching; fore these two she felt had something special about them. With a joyful flick of the tail, and adjustment of her ears, she sat back waiting for the show to go on.

(Nocche: skip. Vanta: Your turn.)

"Huh. Sharpness in her glare, barbs within her speech...", Nocche thought. Didn't seem like Furball-Factory wanted to joke around much.

"Sharpness within your glare, barbs in your speech... Have I been set up? Will I have to deal with a full-blown tsundere, now?", said him, tilting his head the other way. Perhaps dynamic gesturing could help him break through the brick wall he chose to dive into.
After a second of beholding in an unacceptable-by-etiquette silence, he decided to adopt proper posture, emitting a chuckle plagued with good vibes as he clasped his right hand on top of his left.

Before the back-and-forth could proceed further, a heavily polluting presence banged its way into the inert setting of the balcony. As it stood, the electrified intruder gave the boy's tinkering thinking box some conceptual plans for additional gimmicks, erecting a wider spectrum of potential "fool's tools" against the unwavering emotional fortress that Miss Cougar over there appeared to uphold.

"Give me a second, bakenekomata. This is my time to shine!", Nocche joyfully spoke. He turned his head and body in sequence, almost as if by automatized action, facing High-Bid-Kid. A proper explanation was in order.
"Heh. See, see. By formal definition, a harem is something akin to a polygamous or romantically-triangular scenario. The proposed demonstrative setting: a girl, repressing her deepest thoughts to herself, observing the target of her paradoxical affection from a balcony; despite feeling jealousy from other girls making moves on her, she still thrives to earn her unconditional love. It's a bit of a weird concept, but I'm sure it's normal for our buddy Cow-Neck-Ow, here.", Nocche theorized, pointing both fingers towards good Cat-ana. His eagerness for the mental corruption of the ignorant posing unparalleled, as per usual.

(Edit: OOC: I'll make sure to post sooner next time. Sorry.)

(It's okay. 24 hours can seem a lot shorter than you would think when you have to do things like sleep. Vanta: you're up! *cue batting music* )

The sudden darkness made Vanta feel relaxed. He then looked up to see what had blocked the light. It was a girl that was a bit taller then he was. Her silver hair glowed in the sunlight that she blocked and it made her stand out. He wasn't expecting anyone to approach him especially since he resembled a  "abandoned animal." He glared at the girl while she spoke. She was very open and friendly. Vanta was an introvert and preferred to be alone.

Trying not to be rude he opened his mouth to converse with the tall girl. He couldn't find any words to say. He shut his mouth and glared at her some more which created an awkward moment.

"Do I really look like an abandoned animal in this corner?"

Letting out a small laugh he bit his tongue to stop himself and he leaned against the wall.

"You call me a friend but this is the first time we're meeting each other."

He extended his hand for a hand shake as to secure a proper introduction.

"My names Vanta, and yours?"