Welcome to Beacon! (RWBY-verse RP)

If it were up to him, Lucas would never be launched out of a catapult ever again. He had no freaking idea where he was in relation with everything else, and he had no intention of splatting on the ground like an egg.

Concentrate, he thought to himself. He grabbed two of the arrows from his bag and activated his Semblance for a few seconds. Just enough to sense a tall enough tree—

There.

Now to orient himself. That was going to be the hard part. Point feet down. Prepare arrows. And just before moment of impact — drive them in.

It still stung to hit to hit the tree — no one could have a deceleration like his without some sort of pain. On the bright side, at least he stopped moving out of control. And now he could go down safely — pull one arrow out of the tree, jam it farther down the tree, repeat with the other.

Lucas could probably here a loud chorus of cracking noises. That was Jack. Falling out of a tree and hitting pretty much every branch on the way down, he slammed into the ground. "Ow.." He groaned, writhing in pain for a brief second before getting to his feet. He groaned, leaning against a tree.

edited 11th Mar '14 8:25:27 PM by TroyandHawk

"Do not have fear, good friend and lover of fish Ayers, Davros is here!" Davros shouted out as he flapped along in the air. When he was about to slam into a tree, he pulled out his pogo stick and bounced off of the bark, flying back... into another tree, about one foot lower than he hit the first one. Bouncing off of this one, he bounced over to a third tree, again a foot lower. Now there were only ninety more feet to go as he bounced to another tree.

"Please be giving me a minute... is hard to make stop!" he called out as he continued to inch down the trees.

The catapult fired, immediately launching her into the air, a series of happenstances normally very calming for her. Normally. Because normally, she'd have her wings.

Okay, no problem. You coast all the time. Just user your Semblance. She did so, and started reaching out to the air currents, praying that one of them would save her from a very unpleasant hospital stay. She caught hold of one, and tried running it under her wings to coast safely to the ground. Unfortunately, the surface area of her wings had been drastically reduced upon folding them up under that blasted harness. Which mean she had as much lift as a hot air balloon powered by mouse farts.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit! This is not good! This is so not good! Okay, deep breaths Calypso. Let's try something a little more creative. After all, it can't possibly make things any worse than they already are, right? She tried using her Semblance again. She often bragged that at her best she could make a full-blown storm with her powers, and while this was true, there was a catch. Using her Semblance that much drained her dry. It was an effort to walk after doing something like that, much less fight. But, no one had ever said anything about making the same winds but in a much smaller area. She was hoping that by creating a small cushion of the same gale force winds she could make at her max, she would be able to cushion her fall without exhausting herself too much. Well, that was assuming it worked. If it didn't work, she'd be dog tired and have two or three new broken bones to add to her smashed face.

Drop the pessimism for once. This isn't going to work unless you legitimately believe it's going to. She closed her eyes, and drew on her Semblance once more. A powerful gust of wind slammed her in the face, almost halting her acceleration towards the ground. It felt like it was going to rip the skin off her face, but hey. Baby steps. Finally, she was within safe distance of the ground, and she released the winds, falling the remaining five meters to the ground.

Well, that worked. Hooraaaaaaaaayyyyyy... she thought to herself, already tired of this farce. Clip her wings, will you... Safely on the ground, she cut her harness off with her fingernails. Sharp as a hawk's talon. Came in handy for situations like this. Trimming your nails though? Not so much. Seeing nothing ahead of her but forest, forest, forest, she took her first steps into darkness to try and find some other living thing that wasn't a Grimm. Please not Barry, please not Barry, please not Barry...

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"Belle's scream echoed into the distance as she rocketed towards the forest. No matter how pumped she was she wasn't quite ready for being launched off a cliff.

The gound was quickly approaching and if she didn't do anything She'd die along with her Huntress Carreer, somewhere inside her she started to wonder why being launched off a catapult was important, but there was no time for that, it was time to Act.

A tree trunk was coming up fast. Belle pulled out Gemini transforming them into their Bastard Sword form and plunged it into the tree. She swung around the handle a few times to dispers her momentum before letting go at the high point propelling herself upward and landing on the flat of the blade treating it like a platform.

"Safe" she sighed and climbed over to a nearby branch where she grabbed Gemini, and switched to sniper mode using the scope to survey her surroundings.

Well, guess I now know who my partner is, Lucas thought, mentally cringing at the branch breaking that could only point to Jack having trouble. "You alright, Jack?"

Davros/Ayers - Team Manly

....And then said narwhal Faunus landed (plummeted) directly in front of Ayers.

Lucas/Jack - Team Blind and Blinder

.....Which was followed by them hearing a rustling sound from the surrounding trees.

Calypso/Barry - Team Sexual Tension'

Yep, it was Barry. Eye contact. No getting out now.

Jack looked up at the tree, "I've done better." He looked at the Blindfolded Hunter, "So, does this count as eye contact?" He asked, because well, blindfold... "So, anyway, you use echolocation right? You sense anything Luke?" He paused at the rustling, calmly drawing Surt and Ymir.

edited 11th Mar '14 8:29:04 PM by TroyandHawk

Rustling sounds? Something's not right...

"Hold on a second," Lucas said, activating his semblance and checking the area for Grimm. "And it's not echolocation."

edited 11th Mar '14 8:30:29 PM by Aquatica1000

"... GODDAMMITSHIT!"

edited 11th Mar '14 8:30:46 PM by KSPAM

Medus grinned as he flew through the air towards the forest. Well I guess I should land or something. Tapping a hidden button Nightshaker unfolded into its true form. Taking aim so not as accidentally hit any other students Medus fired off all of his loaded shotgun shells, slowing himself. Once that was accomplished that he steered himself as best he could towards a sturdy-looking tree and swung, burying the axe-head deep into the trunk and stopping his momentum completely.

Now standing on the branch of the tree the white-haired student rolled his shoulder. "Okay, note to self: Don't do that gain unless you're in real dire need." Medus then retrieved his weapon, jumped down to the forest floor and began running.

"Callie! We're teammates!" Barry cried out in joy as he leaped forward in a mighty tackle hug.

Team Blind and Blinder

The rustling continued, but there seemed to be nothing in there with them. Rustle, rustle.

...And then Lucas would sense the unmistakable voids of Aura that were Grimm. A lot of them. From above-!

Quick as a flash a dark shape fell from the trees, landing on Jack's back.

Davros picked himself up, exhaling heavily. "The flying - it is most hard to do," he told Ayers. "I do not think I was good at being bird. But now we are partner friends, so is good!"

"Yahooooooooooooooooooooo!" said Tara as she was flung trough the air enjoying the situation before noticing the ground below her. She promptly shot off her pair of hand cannons in tandem with a use of her semblance to soften her landing as she fell to a roll.

Team Manly

Ayers and Davros, would, as they look around see that there was a path of broken trees just a few paces north of where they were.

...Also of note is the hugeass footprint in front of said path of destroyed trees.

Pius let Dies Irae fly a foot ahead of him as he removed his jacket. He had to be quick, or soon he would end up a red smear in a green forest filled with Grimm, his final fate to be used as jelly by the Grimm for when they found prey in a more whole state.

At a split second in the air, Pius acted. Grabbing hold of Dies Irae, Pius flipped in mid-air, letting his armor clasp itself around his body. At the conclusion of the second revolution, Pius clasped on his longcoat around his neck, to be worn in a manner similar to a cape. As the ground got closer, Pius' gauntlets and boots glowed orange and fired from his palms and jet boosters, propelling him upwards once more before they joined the rest of Dies Irae in glowing cyan.

Pius began his descent once more, his arms spreading his coat out like a gliding cape while the cyan Dust mixture created a means for him to glide where he wished. He did not want to land just anywhere. He wanted to begin making his mark in the collective memory of the Grimm from the second he made landfall.

And then he saw it. A small group of about half a dozen Beowolves, unaware of the vengeful stalker above. His gauntlets switched from cyan to gray that almost matched Dies Irae's color as he unsheathed his blades, preparing to strike.

Now.

He fired his blades at the first Beowolf he saw, piercing its heart and brain as orange replaced gray and violet replaced cyan. He dove at the Beowolf standing next to the first casualty, catching it unawares with searing fire sent straight to its eyes, burning and broiling even to the brain.

With two already fallen, Pius grabbed the burnt Beowolf and tossed its corpse at two of its brethren, knocking one down and stunning the other against a tree. Gray returned to his right hand as Pius slammed his body against the Beowolf whose back was against a tree. Violet replaced gray as Pius broke its arm. Its howl of anguish was cut off by Pius' blade, along with its head.

Another Grimm headed his way, aiming to tackle the gray-eyed Nobel. Catching it by the shoulders, Pius swung it around, tripping up the knocked-over Grimm from earlier that just attempted to acquaint its claws with Dies Irae's helmet, sending it to the ground again. The meat shield serving its purpose, Pius disposed of it with a roundhouse kick, snapping its neck.

The tripped-up Grimm returned for another hit, and Pius gladly obliged by catching its swinging arms and butting his Impact Dust-using helmet against the wolf-creature's bone one. The beast yelped as a large crack appeared over its natural armor, then Pius finished it off by slamming its neck against the tree at an angle that rewarded the avenger with a satisfying crunch.

One last Grimm charged towards Pius, eager and bloodthirsty for vengeance for its fallen family. Pius scowled at it from behind his helmet. He charged forward as well, stopping in front of the monster to swing his coat in its face, stunning it as gray light returned to his left hand. In a single swing of his dominant arm, Pius' other armblade returned to its post and disposed of the last Grimm in the area by removing its head from its shoulders.

All this occurred in about fifteen well-spent, vengeful seconds for the Nobel. No longer was he the nervous rich boy struggling to make friends on his first day of school. Here, alone for the moment, he was single-minded in his pursuit to avenge his family. The Grimm would pay for their transgressions against mankind; he had sworn on it.

Six down, countless to go. he thought at last, pleased that his training at Signal was not in vain. Cyan returned to all parts of Dies Irae as the heat of battle died with the fire that had burned through the second Beowolf's skull. Time to get back to initiation.

He aimed his right grappling gun at a tree branchand began his journey through the woods, gliding through the trees like a bat.

Rufous made a sizeable crater. He rose out of it, wrapped in the Juggernaut Stance. The ghostly visage of red armor surrounded him, a dome-shaped helmet, ridiculous pauldrons and other rounded bits about. Underneath, his body creaked and snapped, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. Even protected, he was injured, but his enhanced healing made short work of it.

Once it was over, his Semblance dissipated and he walked with a deliberately slow gait, conserving his energy.

With his arms firmly beside him and his body completely straight to create as little drag as possible, Lumen flew through the air like a rocket. Eventually, he began to descend. On alert to spot any trees he might possibly hit, he saw that a particularly tall one was coming up.

"Whew." Lumen took a quick breath as he prepared his Semblance. He did a quick flip in the air, and his feet were now in front of him as he approached the tree. He prepared himself for the impact, coming in 3...2...1...

Thud!

Lumen opened his eyes to find that he had landed on the tree safely, or rather, on the side of the tree. With gravity under his control, Lumen stood on the trunk of the tree with his body parallel to the ground. Lumen knew the effects won't last long, and began to descend the tree when he spotted an unfamiliar girl.

"Hey!" Lumen yelled to the girl with the sniper rifle. "See anything interesting?"

Jack flinched, before screaming, sticking Surt over his shoulder, activating his semblance and blasting a fireball against his back, leaving him untouched by frying whatever was on his back. He wouldn't stop frying until a charred husk landed on the grass behind him,

edited 11th Mar '14 8:51:25 PM by TroyandHawk

Raqib must've been a tad groggy as he hadn't hit on or backsassed anyone as the catapults were loaded. Almost as if he was operating behind everyone. Almost.

But as the catapults fired, something clicked in his mind and he was back to his grinning self. Firing off his Semblance at the point where his feet left the catapult, Raqib soared higher than any of the students. The air was thin but pure as he reached the top of his leap. Flipping over in the air, he angled himself towards a tree and, again firing off his Semblance, he shot towards it, striking the trunk with his knives as he passed it, pulling him back towards it. Landing on the ground, he rolled and hopped back to his feet, just in time for a new song to start on his Scroll.

Truly, he thought, this can be nothing but a sign of good fortune. What beautiful creature will I partner up with? The friendly hugger? The venomous angel? The prideful exotic beauty?

Team Blind and Blinder

The thing on Jack's back fell off as it was burned to death, but suddenly there was a chattering sound, getting louder and louder with each second.

More dark shapes fell from the trees.

....They were...monkeys.

Specifically, baboons. Black and white baboons, with the trademark Grimm bone masks and spikes. And some were holding crude spears.

...Welp, no one's seen this species before.

"Well, Murdermonkeys... You know what the hell these things are? I've never heard of them," Jack said, he was honestly not bothered by this, he had been on the Wotan, he had faced bigger. "hey, Luke, wanna see who can kill the most?"

edited 11th Mar '14 8:57:55 PM by TroyandHawk

"Sure," Lucas responded. He grabbed one of the ice-Dust-filled arrows, and fired it at one of the murdermonkeys.

All that transpired with Ieria wasn't really that important to say the least, merely her continued existence as a snake faunus and what not. Really, I'd save more time by admitting the truth and saying that nothing important really happened until she was launched out of the catapult. While the others were likely decidedly more animated in flight, Ieria seemed like a stone in how she seemingly did not react whatsoever to hurtling through the air...

Landing zone

Long gouges in the bark of nearby trees, like those made by claws, decorated the area. Broken twigs and torn pieces of bark littered the forest floor as Ieria straightened up and shook the shock out of her knees. She shook her hands and whole body as she stepped forward and began to set out in search of the one who would be her partner.