Calypso yawned. "Well if you two are done having your little moment, I'm heading off to bed." She stretched her wings, preparing to settle down. Maybe if she was on top of the chandelier nobody would mind if she was naked...
She gave one last parting glance to Olivia. Perhaps it was mean of her to say this... wait, she didn't care. She just plain didn't like the girl. Way too sycophantic. Plus there was something about her that just ticked her off. Still, didn't mean she should leave her to metaphorically drown. Not unless she started kicking. Again, metaphorically speaking.
"Just remember sister, I warned you. Don't say I never did anything for you." With that, she flew off to to her makeshift bed on the chandelier.
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialSis. That one little word almost made Olivia faint. She snuggled close to Barry, still basking in her sheer happiness.
Meanwhile, Seth and Chelsea had put away their books, and they too went off to sleep.
Timeskip like a boss, again! Same deal as last time...
Beacon Mess Hall, breakfast 5:00 AM
An early breakfast. A very early breakfast. Then again, Initiation was in two so it's not like they could afford to sleep in.
The students were far too excited anyway. Seth devoured his tuna with much enthusiasm, as Chelsea looked on in disgust.
Olivia was clinging to her new big brother, enjoying Beacon for the first time.
...Gaston? Gaston was bragging. Like a douche.
Weiss Schnee's "Wings" was playing on the speakers today, and well...
"Hear that? That's my fiancee's voice! Ahah! She's so lucky that she'll marry me!" He conveniently forgot that his family was just discussing the possibility of getting him engaged to Weiss...
In another Universe
"Brrrrrr."
"What is it, Weiss?"
"N-nothing, Ruby. I just felt an ominous chill..."
edited 11th Mar '14 1:04:46 AM by GrimHelm
Beacon Mess Hall
Davros walked into the mess hall, and saw someone eating... was it really... it was tuna! He went over to the serving station, piled his plate high with what was easily his eleventh favorite type of fish, and stepped away.
"I see there is another fan of the tuna here," he said, sitting down next to Seth. "This is not as good as what is catched with your own hands after being in ocean for whole day, dragging boat back to shore because sail broke, but... is probably okay, I am guessing."
edited 11th Mar '14 1:07:58 AM by nman
Calypso awoke after a much less eventful sleep, once she'd found her spot and removed some clothing. Refreshed, perky, and once again fully clothed, she went to go get breakfast. Piling her plate high with bacon and eggs (shut up you racist), she found herself a nice table all to herself and started to eat.
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialBarry smiled as he saw Calypso enter the Dining Hall. When she sat down he carefully picked up his plate and mug before motioning to Olivia to follow him as he went to go sit by Calypso. As he sat down, he greeted, "Good Morning! How did you sleep Callie? Ready for Initiation?"
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Will you make a contract with me?The Totally Fuckin' Awesome Tuna Table
"Yes, tuna very good. Not, best, though," Davros replied. "I think best is Mackerel. Mackerel is the most very good." With that, he started to eat his tuna... before stopping. "SON OF THE HELIX! WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THE CHICKENS OF THE SEA IS THIS?! This is not tuna! This tastes like... catfish!" Davros smiled - catfish was easily his sixth favorite fish. "Is good day to be Davros! Sun is smiling on me, yes it is!" he said happily as he took another bite.
Olivia looked slightly miffed, as she followed Barry to Calypso's table. As she sat next to Barry, she gave Calypso a look that was slightly scared, slightly investigative, and slightly jealous. Oh, Dust. What have I done?
Seth shook his head passionately. "What? Ranking Mackerel higher than tuna? Blasphemy! I do believe mackerel is below trout. Maybe even carp!"
Chelsea slammed her head on the table.
The Totally Fuckin' Awesome Tuna Table
"What!" Davros replied, shocked. "Trout better than Mackerel? But Davros will forgive you, because you must not be speaking language with many accuracy, what you mean is Mackerel better than tuna! Anyone who is ever been eating fish can be telling you that Mackerel is best of all fish! You peoples who live out here must not be having the knowledge of how to cook a fish the best way, not knowing the right amount of tears to put into cooking pot."
"Seafood's just kind of low in general compared to other meats, don't you think?" Pius asked sarcastically. In his right hand, Dies Irae sat like a weight, reminding him why he should stay awake. In his left hand, a plate loaded with bacon, eggs, and white rice, served as incentive to stay awake.
"You mind if I sit there?" he asked Chelsea, pointing his head at the seat next to her. Pius never liked waking up so early, not even including the fact that it was the day of initiation at Beacon. Still, he'd gotten about the eight hours he needed, so his body wasn't complaining as much as his mind, which remained as restless awake as it was asleep.
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%..."I can't," Pius replied as he sat down, his mouth curved into a frown by the oppressive tiredness that accompanied mornings like this. After placing Dies Irae on the floor between himself and Chelsea, Pius took a bite of bacon with a spoonful of rice. After gulping that mixture down his throat, the gray-eyed boy spoke again with a little more energy.
"That's why we're making our own talk." he finally added. "You nervous?" he asked before putting another spoonful into his mouth.
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...The Totally Fuckin' Awesome Tuna Table
"I would, but I do not a see any ocean around here, do you? No? Is just tiny rivers, probably has just sick fish who cannot be swimming far out into the water," Davros replied. "But you and me, we both like the fish, we must be friends in the face of the enemy." He nodded his horn over in Pius's direction. "We must be standing against the ones who would be making boasts against the fish!"
Beacon Courtyard
Raqib groaned as he woke up, pushing himself up from his uncomfortable spot on the bumpy ground. When he saw the sky as he opened his eyes, he knew he had been sleepwalking again last night. He should've known; all the excitement really got to him. He stood up and did a few stretches to get his body straightened out, when his stomache started growling. Breakfast would be good about now.
If he knew how to get to where they were serving it.
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior ValHaving spent the rest of his childhood living among the upper class with his siblings, Pius pointedly ignored Seth's remarks about his supposed knowledge of good food.
"'It's no secret that the cat Faunus and fish are quite fond of each other," Pius muttered, remembering a joke Gregory would pick out from one of their favorite stand-up routines. After eating another spoonful, he returned his attention to Chelsea, whose sudden change in mood raised alarm bells in Pius' head that usually rang at night.
"Railgun...chainsaw?" he said, almost as a question. "How do you manage that?"
edited 11th Mar '14 2:52:18 AM by Insano
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...Lucas was starting to feel sorry for Gaston's fiancee. The possibility of having to deal with him for the rest of her life? He couldn't imagine being with that buffoon for five seconds. Not that he swung that way, of course.
That, unfortunately, left another question — what the hey was he doing sitting so close to Gaston?

"I see. You show great skill, I look forward to fighting alongside you when the time comes." She said distantly, she covered her ears as Olivia's borderline screeching continued. She was about to speak up when Glenda Goodwitch's voice came on the intercom. With nothing further to add, she made her way back to her sleeping bag and slithered inside before quickly dozing off.
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper