Welcome to Beacon! (RWBY-verse RP)

Jack looked at Gaston and Lucas, yeah buff Gaston was bigger and stronger, but Lucas was more dangerous. he walked over, grabbing Lucas by the. Head and shoving him forward into Gaston before jumping, trting to punch Gaston in the nose while he was distracted by Lucas attempting to smash his elbow down on the back of Lucas's skull.

edited 21st Mar '14 7:06:09 AM by TroyandHawk

Well, someone didn't get the memo about this being a free-for-all and was blindsided, so to speak, when Jack not only shoved him into Gaston, but then elbowed him.

"A warning would have been nice," Lucas snarked, grabbing Jack's arm and slamming him to the ground.

Flashback

Tara got too cocky and tried to follow up her uppercut with a few more strikes, unfortunately she didn't see the kick coming an she was sent sprawling to the ground.

FLASHBACK

That was quick. A bit too quick, at least to him.

"You did pretty good," Lucas said, reaching out and helping Tara up.

Flashback

She took your hand and helped herself "You too" she said with a smile and a wink.

The Arena

Raqib grinned as he walked into the ring, his red eyes glimmering with anticipation. Everyone else had gotten to prove themselves out in the forest or up in the sky. Now it was finally his turn and it came with the added benefit of crushing some holier-than-thou rich boy as well. He pulled out his Scroll and chose one of his personally remixed playlists.

"Ready when you are, rich boy."

Duel Arena

Lumen stood in the ring with his yo-yo in hand as he slyly smiled at Seth. "Well well well, the scaredy cat finally showed. I figured you would have scurried into a garbage can by now."

The smiled faded from his lips as the yo-yo in his hand transformed into a chakram. He took up his stance, staring intently at Seth. "Bring it, cat-boy."

Basic Combat

Pius sat there, listening to every word that came from his partner's mouth, without interrupting or making a noise as she spoke. The Nobel didn't know what to do. After all, what could he do?

Tell her to pick herself up and get over her strife?

No, that's too harsh.

Give her a sentimental, rousing speech about how this wasn't the end for her, that she shouldn't give up?

I don't know how to say such a thing; that was more the others' (his siblings') field of expertise.

So, with nothing he could say, Pius stayed with Urujauni. He took hold of her hand as Dies Irae glowed orange in its suitcase form, radiating warmth for the two students.

The sun and the clouds moved as the hours passed, and time passed as Pius and Urujauni effectively skipped Basic Combat, then Dueling, and finally Advanced Math, which irked Pius a little.

Eh, it doesn't matter; I can make up for those classes easily. Urujauni needs company, so the sacrifice of those periods is necessary. he rationalized, calming the urge to abandon the lonely girl from Atlas and go back to class.

Inevitably, the school day ended, and 6 o' clock would soon come upon Pius in minutes. He was obligated to face Raqib, no matter how much he didn't want to fight.

Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, Pius got up from the bench, releasing his grip on Urujauni's hand and leaving Dies Irae at her side.

"I have to go; Raqib wants to fight with me." he announced, looking at her one last time. He didn't say "Wish me luck," or "Come cheer me on," because he could see, piercing with his grey eyes, that his partner needed some time to herself, and he felt that reminding her he existed would interrupt her contemplation.

Without waiting for a reply, Pius left for the Dueling Hall, his suitcase still there with Urujauni to keep her warm. He wasn't going to need it for the duel, anyway.

After School

Pius was out of his uniform now, wearing only a pair of athletic shorts as he entered the arena to ensure freedom of movement. Crossing his arms again, the Nobel tried to reason with Raqib one last time in spite of the Vacuo boy's notions about him.

"You don't have to do this, Raqib. We both know this can be settled without a fight."

After School—6 PM

Ayers strode into the dueling arena, taking a seat with a bag of popcorn and his Scroll. "DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, RAQIB!" Ayers yelled, "Y'ALL MADE A PROMISE! AIN'T NO HONORABLE MAN'RE WOMAN THAT BACKS OUTTA PROMISES!" He then held his scroll up to his mouth and began to speak clearly and slowly, enunciating to let the dictation software work. "Send message. Urjuan—Uguujann—Jew Romney—Ujuran—cancel." Ayers took a deep breath. "Send message to Urujuani Ukungu. Hey there, your friend Pius is about to start a duel. You should come watch. You should tell me about Atlas sometime, I heard that Solus is popular there. Thanks!" Ayers paused for a moment to let the Scroll type that out. "Send message."

The Arena - Afterschool

"Maybe," he said, stretching out his arms as he walked towards the center of the Arena, his music audible. "But this way we improve. Or do you think you are beyond improving, rich boy?"

edited 21st Mar '14 11:04:38 AM by EviIPaladin

Arena
"Partner friend Ayers, what are you doing?" Davros asked Ayers. "You are making the screaming at your little television. Are you watching Proud Patriotic News Station and yelling at idiots?"

edited 21st Mar '14 11:08:49 AM by nman

"Always room for improvement," Pius replied, taking a step forward. "Especially for me. But this isn't anything more than a grudge match, Raqib. What do you stand to gain in beating me?"

The Arena - After School

"A grudge match?" Raqib could do a pretty good mock horror voice. "Why, that isn't my intention at all, rich boy. This is a team building exercise. And who is to say that you won't beat down a silly peasant such as myself? I'm sure you've had plenty of practice."

He tightened his fists and grinned. "But enough chit-chat. It's time to dance!" He leapt forward firing off two quick jabs aimed at Pius's face.

edited 21st Mar '14 11:12:19 AM by EviIPaladin

"YER ASS ON A SILVER PLATTER! HE STANDS TO GAIN YER ASS, SO THAT HE CAN HAND IT BACK TO YOU!" Ayers yelled into the crowd, before moving next to Davros. "Popcorn? Uh, basically my hands don't sense pressure too gud all the time, so my Scroll came with some hands-free software, which I was just usin' to message Uguu—Urjurar—Urung—I was messaging U-Money, the girl from Atlas, about comin' down here to watch Pius fight, and maybe ask her about Atlas when she gits here, seein' as Solus is real popular there."

Pius quickly put up his crossed arms into a defensive boxing position.

A fight it is, then. He determined, his gray eyes staring at his opponent like they could fire blades at him.

He weathered Raqib's first jab, then moved his right hand outwards to parry the second and open up his opponent's defenses. The Nobel followed up with a hook from his left hand to the Vacuo student's chin.

Don't hurt him too much, Pius. He warned himself.

edited 21st Mar '14 11:22:07 AM by Insano

Arena
"Ah, yes, of course... the scroll... I am knowing of that, most definitely," Davros replied to Ayers. He jumped on the chance to participate in something he really knew how to do - yell and swear at two people fighting. He stood up in his seat, and punched the empty air excitedly, ready to throw jabs in sync with every punch thrown in the match. He was about to shout at them to start when one of them he couldn't remember his name, jumped at the other guy, whose name he also couldn't remember.

"YES! Give the punching! But is not sack of squash, you must be punching the strongest! What are you, the babies?"

"Who is the woman Umoni?" he asked Ayers when he had a spare moment, giving him a sly grin. "She is woman you are wanting to be making wife, aye? You want me to be conveniently having to leave when she come, so she can be sitting next to you?"

Ayers shrugged. "Naw, no need. I barely know her, but I figgered she'd be inneresting to meet. She's royalty from Atlas, I'm a farmboy from Vale. It'll, uh, broaden my horizons. Also, she looks like she's been real upset lately. I figure if I give her the punching, like y'all put it so el-loquently, it might cheer'r up."

The Arena - After School

Raqib cackled as he took the swing on the chin. He backed up and began to jive back and forth. "That all you got, rich boy? I thought you nobles had to have iron fists to keep those beneath you in line?" He charged again, aiming for some body blows.

Arena
"Now when you say you want to be giving her the punching...." Davros started to ask.

"Wait, did you mean something different from, like..." Ayers tilted his head. "...uh, I mean literally fight her. I want to fight U-Money because I think it'll cheer her up. Solus says that Fighting between two consenting adults is a fun and healthy way to enjoy yourself!"

Arena
"Now when you say fighting...." Davros started to ask again.

Pius closed in his stance as Raqib charged again, taking a body shot to his abdomen. Then he opened it up violently to break his opponent's attack flow, before hugging Raqib by the hips and throwing him over his shoulders.

"I've never had to hit anyone like that, Raqib." Pius defended as he waited for Raqib to recover.

edited 21st Mar '14 11:36:39 AM by Insano

"I didn't know girls didn't count as people!" Ayers shouted down, then turned to Davros. "By fighting, I mean... hold on..." Ayers pulled out The Illumination of Solus and flipped through it.

The pointy end goes in first.

It can ruin lives if unplanned and without proper precautions.

Ayers stared at the book, dumbfounded. "So, uh... by fighting, I meant fighting, but I think—" He closed the book. "Boy, Solus's teachings sure are pro-found."

The Arena - After School

Raqib hit the ground hard but he rolled back up quickly. "Evidently not, when you're as big of a wimp as you are. How well did you manage to cheat on the physical evaluation, rich boy? Or was it a bribe? I'm sure it mustn't have been too costly for you."

Raqib was back on his feet and swinging side to side as he continued to throw punches at any opening he could find in Pius's defenses.

Arena
"Oh, okay," Davros replied to Ayers. "I thought you were trying to make the trick with the words. Like when you say you are going to be riding tree upstream, when you mean you are going to be putting it - WHAT YOU ARE CALLING THAT!?"

He lost his focus on their conversation and shouted at the fight. "Are you making the fighting, or are you having eaten oysters cursed by Dome!"