7 PM
Ieria shrugged before going to retrieve the glove without much ceremony, she glanced over it before sticking it in her coat's pocket before returning to her team.
A short while later, when the others were heading out, she made her way to the dorms as well.
Dorm
Hood up, one arm in a sling and the other resting on it, Ieria idled through the areas of the complex as she explored her new home. A fitting den, indeed.
Before long, she had stopped before a wall bearing many portraits, mostly of past hunters who had fallen in battle. One in particular drew her eye above all the others.
Claudius Jade. The Wind's Claws...
"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 Sniper4 PM
Remus relaxed pretty easily. He talked with Chelsea, which was definately nice.
7 PM
"Led by Remus Cerulean."
Remus looked up at these words, his mind abuzz. Me? A leader? I... Hadn't really thought about it... But... Wow...
Dorms
Remus sat down on a couch in the main lobby, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to relax. Finally done. But this is only the start. I look forward to my time here...
Off to the side, Remus heard his teammate's frustrated conversation. Seems like he was talking with his mom. I should probably send a message back home myself. Let everbody know how things are going. I hope Luna and Nate aren't giving Mom too much trouble...
Dorms
After passing a good while of celebrating like giddy little girl, Tara had settled down on lobby and was currently giving maintenance to both Jaws, as well as doing a re-count of her ammo.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.4PM
Rufus allowed Chelsea to fiddle with the Vorpal Sword, but not before he gave her instructions on its safe handling. He didn't care if she were insulted by that, the Vorpal Sword was an entirely different beast than most other weapons.
7PM
Rufus accepted the grade with a tilt of his head and a nod, "It would be a lie if I said that didn't hurt my pride, sir. Especially if I am considered leader."
Dorms
"Urujuani," Rufus rumbled, finding the Atlasian girl, "I would wish to share some words with you to ease your troubles."
6:15pm, the Hospital Wing
Urujauni slowly twitched, blinking, the darkness parting to reveal the cold, smooth, clean room she had spent the last few hours sleeping in. Her whole body ached, and she slowly rubbed her eyes.
Am I... am I dead? I hope not...
She looked around, seeing some of the other Initiates standing or lying or sitting, talking and laughing, eating and playing simple word or board games. She overheard them talk about the defeat of the Kurira, and she smiled a little, still resting her head.
She could brag about her part in the fight later, she supposed. She tilted her head, watching as Pius stirred, before pretending to go back to sleep again when he turned. She couldn't wait to be on a team, now.
Then they were all told to get ready and head to the amphitheater.
So, she slowly got to her feet, carefully making sure to wrest control of A Modest Death away from that strange Faunus girl who was busily drooling over everyone's weapons. If she damages it, I swear I'll break her ankles.
7pm
As Ozpin proceeded to berate her in front of the entire academy, she gritted her teeth. Not only does he humiliate me, he can't even pronounce my family name right...
The air was tainted with the scent of frustration and rebellion, pain and hard-worn victory.
They slowly walked away from the stage as the last team stood up, and the four of them didn't really speak to each other - silence born of frustration and betrayal and exhaustion, ultimately. Pius in particular... Urujauni couldn't help but feel guilty when she made eye contact with him, for a moment.
She barely noticed as a young hunter - Is that... is that Raqib? - handed Medus his glove and demanded a duel with Pius. Then the musician threw it away and came over, laughing about how Raqib was 'such a jackass'.
The others didn't really talk to Urujauni herself, instead just walking off, leaving her to slowly drag herself behind them, still trembling with spite and an unpleasant, clammy tiredness.
But before she followed, she reached into the bin and... found the glove wasn't there? Had someone taken it when she wasn't looking?
As she carried her rucksack through the main entrance, she rubbed her exhausted eyes again.
"A... we've been given a palace? It... there's so much to it..."
This place nearly rivals father's palace... how are we supposed to gain strength when living in the lap of luxury?!
She gritted her teeth a little, before shaking her head. It didn't matter. For now, she couldn't have cared less. She was tired, and she deserved to at least sleep in a comfortable bed, just for today - something she hadn't done for months on end, since her journey had begun.
Then she felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to... Rufous? The young man with the sword, who'd... Who thought I needed advice.
"Hello...? I..." she sighed, "I don't need any help with my words."
edited 18th Mar '14 8:35:18 AM by Eventua
Dorms
Pius would be asleep on his bed, Dies Irae on the floor and wearing his pajama attire of shorts and a shirt, from almost the minute the teams arrived at the dorms. He did not know about Raqib's challenge, or even notice the small palace that Ozpin had awarded them as a living space, for he had spaced out a little after the ceremony to take in everything that had occurred.
Pius would have to deal with the duel in the morning when someone finally told him about it. He may not have known the boy from Vacuo, or even particularly liked him, what with his constant flirting with anything that had even a trace of estrogen of it, but Pius would not want to fight with him, anyway. Their enemy was supposed to be the Grimm, not each other.
And right now, he thought some sleep would help clear his mind of what Ozpin said to him at the ceremony, as well as Urujauni's protests. Sure, she didn't directly speak against him, but the implication that wasn't worthy to be a team leader, from someone who had made the gesture of sincerely wanting to be his partner back at Initiation, someone he had helped over and over again, hurt his pride a little. And he didn't even want to have a bruised ego over this, either. He just wanted to lead his new team to the best of his ability and make his family, both living and dead, proud of what he'd done for them.
Sleep would not give him the rest his mind needed; it would only rest his body enough to deal with tomorrow, as usual.
edited 18th Mar '14 8:34:13 AM by Insano
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...Dorms
"If I may, I only wish to share mine," He said. He paused, as if to let her interject, or to gather his words, but then just continued on anyway.
"My weapon is the ancestral weapon of my clan," Rufus explained to her, handling the Vorpal Sword, "First wielded by Rose, the first champion of my clan. She was the best Hunter of her generation, but she was not the leader of the Snikersnax. Her legacy was of battle, not command. The sword and title is handed down to the next best fighter of age, when the previous champion dies.
"My own casting in Crags aside, the champion is mostly barred from political aspiration. I am meant to be a warrior, not a leader," He tilted his head, "Ozpin obviously didn't count on that when he chose me, but he did for you. I have heard of what you did in the forest. I would warn you again of Russel's Folly, but you proven more capable of holding your own than the rest of us so far.
"Do not take being less able to be a leader that you are less able to be a warrior. I have seen nor heard of any evidence for that so far. Less able a soldier, perhaps, but not warrior."
At Rufous's words, Urujauni's colder, firmer expression slowly faded. She was tired, angry, and ached all over.
"Thank..." she bit her lip, "Thank you. You might not think so, but, I think Ozpin made the right decision, for your team..."
And with that, she turned and slowly walked up the stairs, her rucksack still slung over her shoulder. She still couldn't help but feel annoyed and confused at the sheer number of luxuries they had, though.
Then she reached the top floor, a single corridor before her, and breathed in. It was no doubt clean at first, but the inevitable scent of sweat and dirt was already starting to infest it, as dirty clothes were arranged and people fought over the bathrooms. She watched as the excited young Hunters and Huntresses rushed around, claiming bedrooms and placing things where they wanted.
This... so chaotic, over no glory at all... that's just messy and untidy and noisy... by the lords, can they all stop jabbering, for just a moment?
She gritted her teeth, trying to find a roo- Wait.
...
"There's only five rooms available that actually have beds in them, and a spare."
She scratched her head, saying to no one in particular: "Where do I sleep? All the rooms have been claimed, it seems?"
Having finished his less-than-pleasant conversation with his mother, Lucas made his way over to the stairs. He didn’t need to be aggravated by his mother’s unnecessary worrying, especially after the events of the day. The murdermonkeys, the dragon… right now, even his fellow classmates’ actions were worrying him. Two different people had argued about the choice of leader for JUMP, with one even challenging Pius to a duel.
They’re going to get themselves killed, he thought to himself. Challenging the chosen leader of the group does nothing more than breed disharmony, something that meant a sure death in a fight against the Grimm. The worst part was, three years ago, it probably would have been him doing the same thing. Now, after the incident, he was just glad to be second-in-command. So much had changed…
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Urujauni’s question about the rooms. “Each team gets one room, I think. Just find your team’s room. Speaking of which, you see team Darker’s room?”
edited 18th Mar '14 8:58:48 AM by Aquatica1000
"Urujauni," He rumbled, "I will let you handle this." Rufus walked past her, "But later, I have a request for you. Now, I speak with my teammates."
~
"Raqib," Rufus said when he found the boy, grabbing him by the top of his arm. He spoke in a low volume, such that his usual rumbling faded, "What the Dusty fuck?"
edited 18th Mar '14 9:13:46 AM by God_of_Awesome
DORMS
"Urujuani, please do your best to keep voice down." Ieria spoke up for the first time in a while, having come over from the Wall Of Heroes where her Grandfather's portrait hung proudly. "You will wake the dead with that volume."
"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 SniperBeacon Hospital Wing
Calypso was loaded onto the bed, not bandaged like the others but still very much unconscious. It had taken every last measure of her strength to deliver those two to safety. She didn't even know why. But she could mull those questions over once she had returned to the waking hours. For now, she slept peacefully, mumbling in her sleep.
"Rufus... Barry..."
Beacon Ampitheater
The young hawk Faunus couldn't bring herself to say anything. She wanted to, certainly. She wanted to tell him about the half-dozen war medals they'd won for their performance, and how they'd nearly been killed by his dumbass Initiation because he'd forgotten about the giant fucking monster graveyard they'd been fighting on! Nevermind ominous foreshadowing, that was just plain bad juju! She also wanted to ask him politely why she was so far down the chain of command when she'd scored the game-winning play not once but twice, and then went on to save both of her teammates at her own expense! What kind of bullshit was that?! But again, I said she wanted to. But she didn't.
Swallowing her anger in a rare moment of self-control (or perhaps exhaustion), she took each blow as it came. Nothing would come from fighting the Headmaster. She could already tell that nothing she said was going to change his mind. One of these days she would, though. One of these days, she'd put that coffee-sipping asshole in his place.
Dorm Rose
After the verbal beatdown they'd received at the ampitheater, he was just going to hand them what was more or less a veritable palace?! Maybe this was his way of apologizing for that kaiju flick business. There was just one problem though.
The dorm was coed. And everyone slept in the same room. For a single girl in a team full of boys, this could get ugly...
Ozpin... She started to laugh but the sound was low, and hollow. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was some kind of supervillain. She had to do something. If she didn't establish dominance now, she was going to wake up one night strapped into a gimp suit with assless chaps, or something equally perverted. Something needed to be done.
A moment of silence followed her creepy laughter before she whipped around and pointed at all three of the boys, declaring with bravado, "Some of you may already know me, seeing as how I saved your sorry lives. But for those hard of hearing, let me make myself perfectly clear. I'm Calypso of Ithaca, and for the next five years you are all officially my bitches!"
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialTeam CRGS Dorm
Raqib had been exercising through yoga when Rufus had approached him. He didn't have a lot of guesswork to do to guess what the tranquil outrage was about and continued to hold his cobra position while his leader attempted to interrogate him. "It is nothing to worry about; I merely want to make sure that our comrades do not slack off. After all, not all of us can illustrate their worth through leadership and I feel like I have not been given an adequate chance to show what I am capable of. 'One must witness an ally's true strength before one can bestow true acceptance upon them,' as the old Vacuo saying goes."
At Calypso's decree, Raqib sprang up and chuckled. "Such a force of personality! Strength and assertiveness are very desirable traits in a woman, my dear. However, I am afraid you will find that I am a mustang that is not so easily tamed. However, I am not barbaric; if you are fearing any unwanted advances on my part, you do not have to worry. There is no joy for me in a conquest achieved through brutality."
edited 18th Mar '14 9:22:12 AM by EviIPaladin
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior ValCRGS
"If you wanted to fight someone to show off, then you simply could have asked me," Rufus said. He was about to say more when Calypso interrupted them. He grunted.
"Calypso," He finally said. He drew the Vorpal Sword, its blade fully retracted, so it was only the hilt, "In my clan, it is traditional to separate our best warrior from the top leader. As the titled champion of the Snikersnax, I am mostly barred from political aspirations." He grabbed her wrist with one hand and handed the Vorpal Sword to her with the other, "The Vorpal Sword is awarded to the best fighter of the Snikersnax. It is the symbol and the tool of office for the Snikersnax Champion."
He released her wrist, letting her hold his weapon, "And so I name you Team CRGS's own Champion."
He motioned at the hilt, "Symbolic gestures aside, I'm going to need that back."
Team CRGS
Raqib looked at Rufus calmly. "Fighting you would not serve my purpose. You are reasonable. You are sensible. You are not the short-sighted hero-complex rich kid who is going to get people killed for his arrogance. Nor are you the strongest." Raqib returned to his stretches, this time forming an inverted arc. "I did nothing during Initiation. I killed a single Nevermore during the flight. I respect you as our team leader, Rufus, but you will not dissuade me."
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior ValCRGS's Room
After finishing his conversation about Initiation with Olivia, Barry had retreated to the room his team would be sharing for their years at Beacon. Hearing Calypso's proclamation, he turned his head towards her excitedly, "CALLIE! You were so awesome! You were just like, WHOOSH, and KAPOW! Ice was like soooo~ impressed. He didn't really say so, but I can tell~!"
edited 18th Mar '14 9:45:59 AM by Gladonost
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Will you make a contract with me?7 PM
"Good enough." Ayers assented. "I'll ask Ozpin about it once we get settled."
Rose Dorm
With a lot of fumbling and improvisation, Ayers had strapped a bag over each still-armless shoulder and headed to dormitory.
Then, still with no arms, he dragged both of his bags upstairs with his shoulders.
By the time he reached the second floor, he was revitalized from such thrilling exercise. "Alright y'all, our room's right here!" He strode up to the final unoccupied room, and stopped. Ozpin was a genius.
"THE ROOM'S HANDICAP ACCESSIBLE!" Ayers cheered. Instead of a normal doorknob, there was a pushbar! He shouldered his way into the room. "C'mon, y'all, let's git this set up!"
Team CRGS - Rose Dorm
"I-uh-what?" Calypso stuttered as events spiraled farther and farther out of her control. Rufus put a sword in her hand, that guy she still didn't know was hitting on her again, and Barry was... being Barry. She hadn't anticipated any of them reacting like this! Gathering her wits, she responded to each of them in order. "You, shut up. You, thanks I guess... and you! Stop talking in the third person! It freaks me out!"
She handed the Vorpal Sword back to Rufus before storming off to her bed to collapse in mental and spiritual exhaustion. "Seriously, what did I do to deserve this?!"
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial

7 PM.
"I was actually thinking..." Ayers strode up to the rest of his team, sans arms. They were in the repair shop right now, undergoing maintenance. "What if we went back out to the forest tonight? We should hold a funeral fer that Grimm. I was thinking, ya know, we shouldn't make its sacrifice in vain, and we could also strip the body and make weapons out of its parts out of remembrance." He shrugged. "We should ask Ozpin about that first, though. Y'all wanna move in, then go talk tohim about it?"