Beacon Courtyard
Lumen's yo-yo left his hand and came back with a snap every two seconds as he finally circled around the school. He always hated eating as soon as he woke up, never had much of an appetite at that time. Now, after a nice long walk, Lumen felt just about ready to head back for a nice sandwich. However...
"Hey there." Lumen said to Raqib with his trademark smile, which he put on whenever he was assessing another individual. "So what brings you out here?"
"Why does everything have to loop back to YGO?" -Guy who ruined YGOThe cafeteria
Remus sat down at a table on his own. His plate was stacked with pancakes and about a pound of bacon. He saw Chelsea sitting over at the table with some people gathering around talking about... something. No doubt some tactical strategies for the initiation. Remus gave a wave and a smile towards Chelsea before turning to his food. He positively DROWNED his pancakes in syrup and casually munched on the first slice of bacon as he looked around at the rest of the people. Who here will be my teammates? Jack would be quite the partner no doubt, and it wouldn't be bad having Chelsea on the same team...
Jack looked at the duo next to him, "Will you two shut up about Fish?" he said, despite knowing what the answer probably would be, he bit into a sausage, glancing at the duo, Give a man to fish, and you feed him for a day, he had once been told. Teach a man to fish, he'll be hungry all the damn time. Which Jack's experience had failed to disprove.
edited 11th Mar '14 7:43:54 AM by TroyandHawk
Good to be backDue to her sleeping in, Urujauni gets a little time skip. Feel free to continue your stuff that's relevant to the characters in the cafeteria or elsewhere, though - I've got work soon, so I can't respond anyway.
The darkness and the Grimm parted, as the young woman woke up. She rubbed her eyes, her mouth dry as a biscuit, her whole body clammy. She looked around... an empty hall. The time on her scroll... 6:15.
So, alone again. And only 45 minutes...
She rubbed her temples, a throbbing, angry pain resting within her skull.
She rummaged through her few possessions... there was a single piece of jerky still remaining from her rations, and some stale water in her water gourd. After months of living off of the stuff, plus berries, insects and the occasional rodent, looking at it nearly made her feel ill.
No time to go to the cafeteria, though... I need to be presentable for Initiation, and there isn't much time left.
So she bit into it, sighing. As she looked around at that empty ballroom, the distant sounds of chatter within the dining hall, and after everything they'd said...
Tired, hungry, filled with aches and pains, lonely and uninformed, her sole connection to her father now broken, and her dreams balanced on a knife edge, she felt something soft and warm rolling down her cheek.
Her lips trembled, as more of the tiny droplets fell, and she began to choke up a little. It's... I cannot cry, Huntresses do not cry! Mother... mother never cried...
But it wasn't supposed to be like this. I worked hard for my glory, my whole life spent training for this! I walked here on foot! I've probably slain more Grimm than most of these pampered children have when put together! Father said I would...
So she sat there, and she wept, sweating and angry and frustrated. To not only fail in her pursuit of glory, but to find herself paired with a total stranger for four years... and possibly more, since some had said there may be as many as four to a team?! She didn't care what that boy had told her, about the legend of the Huntress who helped others - father had told her to become the greatest Huntress in all of Remnant, and so that was her objective. What use was some paltry second place, some worthless name on a list of four, doomed to vanish away into the mists of time? Surely, to die without a legacy was to have never existed at all, and that thought... to be gone forever, it...
I can't vanish into dust, nothing more than a footnote to humanity... no, never! I will live on in people's memories, I will make sure of it! No matter the cost!
She was no fool, but she was a Huntress. She didn't need others! She wouldn't need their strength! She would prove herself a second time! While they were well fed and rested, she would be ready, strong and burning with terrible purpose - and she would put every ounce of her strength into her Initiation. She would destroy every Grimm in her path, obliterate every obstacle.
Her tears started to fade, and her expression turned to one of arrogant rage. She headed straight for the lockers, one of the first to have arrived, and got washed and changed. She muttered the prayers of her ancestors, drawing from their strength. She checked her weapon, A Modest Death - still sharp, still sturdy. She flexed her muscles and warmed herself up. She marched to the Courtyard, awaiting the start, and stood there. She looked out at the horizon, and grinned, a maddened, indelible grin.
"15 minutes to go. This time they will have to notice, and view me with either awe or jealousy. I need no partner - just father's wishes, mother's hope, and the glory of my people. Fear me, Vale! Fear me, Grimm! I am Urujauni Ukungu, and I. Will. Not. Fail!"
edited 11th Mar '14 7:35:13 AM by Eventua
"I heard fish," Rufous rumbled. The ginger-headed boy was dressed in his battle clothing now, a black long sleeve beneath a maroon vest, the cherry red crest of a dragon run through with a sword embossed over his heart and on his back. Dark red jeans with a black belt and a bright red buckle with the same crest. The blue hilt of the Vorpal Sword hung on his waist, its blade completely retracted.
He sat down among the fist talk, "I like fish."
Beside Remus would sit Tara with a plate stacked with eggs, bacon, and croquettes, beside a glass of milk. "Good Morning!" she said greeting him before digging into her own plate.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song."Mmnnnffff furrr bifffnufff," Calypso choked out inbetween large mouthfuls of bacon and eggs. "I will say however that I slept much better once I could rid myself of that blasted sleeping bag and clothes. I will never understand why some people choose to sleep with their clothes still on. It's just unnatural."
She noticed Olivia eyeing her. "And what pray tell is eating you this morning, Olivia?"
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialAyers looked genuinely offended as Lucas asked to sit with them. You know? The people he spent all of yesterday hanging out with. He jerked his hand down toward the chair. "Come on, Lucas, sitcher ass down. The hell do you take me as, not just sitting with yer buds? Rufous here sure as hell didn't ask before sitting, and none of us cared at all."
Belle, grabbed her breakfast, deciding to go for something light that would fill her up, but not slow her down. Not seeing her friends from yesterday around she decided to sit by Ayer's group.
"Heya! Belle Babineaux, nice to meet you guys."
edited 11th Mar '14 9:30:50 AM by Azure
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Beacon Courtyard
Raqib turned around and smiled at this newcomer. "Oh, good morning, my dear. Getting some fresh air to settle the nerves and planning a workout before the Initiation." He flexed his muscles to illustrate what he meant. "How about yourself?" The question Raqib wanted to ask but figured it'd be better to not was why on Remnant this boy was walking around with yo-yos; wasn't this academy supposed to be for professional warriors not some wayward children?
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val"Callie, sis, you two ready for Initiation? All I need to do is go grab Dragon Lily after we finish eating," Barry said as he munched on a scone, "Speaking of which, what kind of weapon do you have, sis? I know Callie's Furies and my Dragon Lily, but I have no idea what kind of weapon you have..."
edited 11th Mar '14 10:34:54 AM by Gladonost
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Will you make a contract with me?

Gaston's overenthusiastic bragging resulted in him accidentaly hitting a plate of butter...which went flying toward the blind boy's face.
"Whoops." he commented sarcastically, grinning.