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Joseph Rex

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a character in “RWBY: Shadows of Remnant”, as played by Zalgo

Description

Name: Joseph Rex
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Race: Human

Appearance:

He's about one hundred and ninety centimeters tall and weighs about eighty kilograms. Despite his weight he's a rather gangly fellow, muscular but most it lean muscle that barely shows. His eyes are a dark brown. Most of his clothes look like stuff someone would fish out of a dumpster, mainly because most of his clothes were fished out of a dumpster. He tends to have a preference towards clothes that aren't very colorful or flashy, mostly greys, blacks and brown colors. Usually he has a set of goggles either on or just hanging from his neck. He's rarely seen without the goggles.

Personality:

At first he really comes of as just some really laid back guy. The truth of it all is that is isn't easy being as chilled out as he is about things. Much like anyone who had to grow up in the ruins of an old city he's got his own problems to work out.


He's a rather quiet guy in general. Beyond fighting and taking out gwimms and stuff he doesn't really put any effort into socializing with anyone. Generally he keeps his dialogue minimal and it's quite rare for him to elaborate on anything. The truth of the matter is that given just how few people he's spoken to back when it was just him and his family out in the ruins he's most comfortable keeping to himself and just following the plan. Considering how his parents never got along with each other and were mostly miserable the only conversations he's ever liked having were with his older brother.

He finds it helps him get along with people best when he doesn't talk. When he does talk he keeps it short and separates his opinions from his statements. On the plus side he's a fairly good listener and tends to avoid creating any sort of drama. Besides being a quiet individual he's fairly even tempered almost all of the time. There is very little in the world that can break his cool. Overall he's a live and let live kind of guy who prefers to let the world sort it's problems out and prefers to enjoy the simpler things in life.

Given that he's tough as nails, got a hefty tolerance for pain and actually finds violence entertaining the only thing that seems to bother him is arguing with people. He's not very keen on conflicts that don't involve hitting something with his wrench so having to confront someone in a social setting is a form of conflict he tries to avoid.


Seeing as how he spent most of his life in a scrap yard he sees most things as junk. All these flashy items and accessories everyone else seems to have all end up in the same place in the end and yet they place much value in these temporary things. He sees little value in material possessions, treasuring very little including himself. That is not to say he'll throw away his life needlessly but he isn't above sacrificing himself for something he cares more about. Luckily for him he doesn't care about much.

He doesn't like to do things. Given the choice he'd much rather just hang out and just do whatever is interesting enough to bother doing. He isn't lazy despite how it might seem. If he's motivated he can put a lot of effort and keep a professional attitude towards getting what needs to get done finished. He's just passionless, uninterested in most things. He struggles to care about his future or even himself and often times even thinking about the future can be somewhat depressing for him given his somewhat cynical tendencies. At present time he just concerns himself with things that even mildly interest him, no real goals or objectives in life to really pursue.

Weapon: Wrench

Semblance:

As of currently he does not know what his semblance is. He just knows he's strong, tough and doesn't tire easy.

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Bio:

Well beyond the kingdoms on the outskirts of the ruins of a once great city there was a little makeshift village patched together from pieces of the wrecked city. Patchwork Town was it's name.

Down in Patchwork Town a couple ran a scrap metal yard. They had two sons, Joseph and Franklin. They were by far not a happy family. From a young age Joe and frank learned to care for themselves because their parents were almost always scattered or arguing too much to get anything done.


Oedi Rex, the father of Joe and Frank, was a pathetic man. While the two brothers knew the man as father the town's folk had a different title for him: The Town Drunk.

Their father drank almost every night, always binge drinking to the point of stupor. He was not a violent drunk or an abusive man however. He never came home and laid a finger on anyone, he never had the guts. For him when he drank he made sure never to come home until the next morning when he was sober. The reason was not one of noble spirit however. For him drinking was an escape, an escape from her.

Rosaline Rex, the mother of Joe and Frank, a scornful woman who was never satisfied. When she married Oedi she had envisioned that they'd be living in the high rises of the city towers, draped in opulence and drowning in luxury. When he told her he had a job offer at a big city outside of the kingdom she was skeptical and made her worries known. Still, he was persistent and convinced that it was there that they'd make their wealth.


Boy was he ever wrong. When the gwimm hit the whole city was devastated, torn asunder by the many claws of the overly violent gwimm. They only barely managed to survive, hiding somewhere that the gwimm overlooked in their rampage. After the aftermath everything they had owned had gone down in flames with the rest of the city. There wasn't a method of transportation they could find to take them back to the kingdom. Oedi started up a scrap salvage yard to help make enough money for his family to survive on. Joe and Frank were born some years after the cataclysm, leaving them to grow up in the aftermath.

Rosaline had never forgiven Oedi for bringing her to this forsaken town however. She was bitter and hateful, reminding him constantly that it was all his fault for why they are where they are. They fought over this often and this drove Oedi to drink. Joe cannot remember a time where she ever smiled, not once.


Needless to say the environment back at home was toxic anytime either of their parents were home, not literally of course though there were places in the ruins which were quite literally toxic. Joe and Frank barely lived at home. Their true home was out in the ruins, their childhood playground. In the dilapidated stone and metal skeleton of a once living city they worked and they played there. While their father ran the shop their job was to find things to bring back so they could take it apart and have their father sell the components. How pathetic it was, having children to do the most hazardous task while Oedi simply dealt with the business and the cash. Still, Joe and Frank saw no injustice to this. It was all they knew after all, what was fair to them was a different notion to what most kingdom dwellers knew as just.

Because of this life they learned well of the gwimm. After the destruction of the city not all the gwimm had cleared out to seek other prey. In the dark recesses of old structures some stragglers remained, coming out in the darker hours to seek prey. Joe and Frank both quickly learned where these gwimms lived and hunted so as to avoid them, using their small size and speed to evade detection and capture. They observed how the denizens fought the beasts when it was necessary and frequently discussed both amongst each other and the other townsfolk about how to take them down.


As they grew older, stronger and more confident in their capabilities the two Rex brothers started setting traps for the gwimm. The hunted starting becoming the hunters, luring the Gwimms into the narrow and mazelike ruins where they could trap and kill them using a combination of simple death traps and makeshift weaponry. Since the gwimm tended to dissipate after death they would take parts from the salvage they would bring back as trophies. It quickly became apparent to both the town and to each other that they were undeniably the best at taking down gwimms out of everyone in their town. They were both strong, fast and almost tireless in their hunt for the things. It was like a game for them, they often competed to see which one of them could take their designated prey down first.

Now, having grown up together with pretty much only each other as friends they've had their differences in the past but in a lot of things they were similar. They rarely disagreed and whenever they did it was usually over something subjective such as their favorite time of the year. Come one fateful day however Frank received a proposal from one of the main guardians of Patchwork Town. It was an offer to join him and many of the other adults in the village to join a militia formed by the survivors from other cities beyond the four kingdoms, cities much like their own. The militia's purpose was to drive the gwimm away from their region and reclaim the land that was taken from them.


This truly was one of the only times Joe and Frank genuinely disagreed on something. While Joe held no passion for the ruins, the town or even the people residing in it Frank felt as though it was his duty to fight for the place they called home. He argued against it and while Joe's pragmatism was undeniable there was simply no putting aside that burning fire in Frank's heart which drove him to accept the invitation. Despite their friendship Frank ultimately chose to fight for his home and country rather than stay with Joe and keep to the shadows where they could hunt in relative safety.

Joe never came to understand what Frank meant when he spoke of fighting for his home. To him all home meant was a place that he lived. Frank believed that even though their home was simply nothing more than a large heap of scrap metal and stuff that everyone else would call junk it held something much more important than practical or economic value to him. It held the memories that they shared together. To him it was much more than just a barren ruin of an old city, it was their childhood and that was what made it all worth fighting for. He owed his service to the place he called home because even though it meant nothing to anyone else it meant something to him and that was all that mattered. How Frank could go and stand in the face of such an overwhelming force and put his very life on the line, all for nothing more than a simple ideal, Joe could not understand.

Joe tried to understand. He struggled with it but he simply couldn't see it. There was no way he even could see it. To see a feeling was impossible, he had to experience it if he were to truly understand. It was painful to watch his older brother, a friend who understood him and who he understood better than anyone else, go to a literal war with the gwimm for a purpose he could not comprehend. The agonizing torture of being unable to wrap his head around such a confounding yet simplistic philosophy combined with the pain of watching his brother and only friend leave him was simply too much. Like an itch he could not scratch no matter how hard he tried.


Once Frank left there was nothing left for him there. His first inclination was to just pick a direction and walk but he yielded to better judgement. Instead he gathered up some supplies in a patchwork knapsack which he slung over his shoulder and started walking. Unlike his original plan he had a destination in mind. Bacon Academy for hunters, a place which trained exceptional individuals in the art of fighting gwimms. His rationale was that if he was going to go out into the wild and dangerous no man's lands outside the safety of the kingdoms and the ruins of his home then he was certain to look forward towards fighting more gwimms. He figured if he were going to fight more gwimms then he might as well learn how to do it better so he'll be better set to handle himself when he finally puts his boots to the ground and forges down the roads no human has walked before.

So begins...

Joseph Rex's Story

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Joe

Joe was walking along the busy street surrounded by crowds of people held back as he proceeded towards the ramp up into the belly of the ship ahead.

Wait a minute, how did I get here?

He suddenly realized as he seemed to stir from his sluggish daze. Oh right, I walked. The memory of how he got here was hazy but he recalled a lot of walking, some talking to people he couldn't tell apart and then more walking. All of that walking had apparently culminated in him arriving at one of these ships as required where he'd be taken to the prestigious Beacon Academy for hunters.


As the hatch closed behind him and whoever else boarded along with him the light grew dark for a moment before the electric lights along the walls kicked in, casting away the darkness.

They were lead up to the main area, a large windowed section of the ship where they could all see the landscape slowly passing by them. Looking about the luxuriously adorned main room Joe's main prerogative was simple: Get as much sleep as possible before something happened and there would be no time for rest. With this goal in mind he set off towards the cushioned benches.

These benches were really nice indeed. Much softer than what he was used to. To him getting a nice mud soaked mattress with springs poking up every which way was luxury. These city-folk really don't skimp on the snazzy He admired the comfortability of the seat he was one for a moment before kicking his old torn up boots up and laying across the bench. Just like that the disheveled, scruffy, rather lanky looking fellow was asleep on one of the benches. He did not snore however, his rest as quiet as the dead.

Back home those who didn't sleep quiet were dead. He was not counted amongst them, not yet anyways.

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Verdant pushed past the throngs of people like a little green and orange bolt darting between friends promising to write and weaving through families saying their tearful farewells.

"Excuse me! I'm sorry, but make way! You're moving too slow, sorry!" She apologised to the groups she upset as she tried her best to make her way up to the front of the endless crowd. She knew how to handle herself in crowds. She knew the simple rules when it came to travelling in one; be aggressive or be trampled. Such was the life of someone so short. Though nobody would realise, she was trying her best to push through lightly, for if she hurled through the crowd at her full strength the results would have been disastrous.

After what seemed like forever, she boarded a ramp. "Yes!" She fist-pumped up in the air, grinning triumphantly. She had made it in time. She jogged up the ramp beside her to-be hunters in training. She didn't bother getting a look at their faces, instead her eyes darted down, taking a hard look at their belts. Some had their weapons on them, but not all. She was one who was currently weaponless, as her weapon, Mister Chompy, had no convenient form. Her parents were going to send it off ahead in the mail, along with her luggage and her brown leather bag stuffed with her homemade bombs. She hoped that they had remembered not to leave it until too late, so they would be there upon arrival, and she especially hoped that...

"... they haven't set off the bombs in my bag," she said to herself, flipping one of her bangs with a gloved hand as she boarded the ship. That would be annoying, she'd only just made a new batch. She heard some whirring behind her and turned her head to see the hatch closing. Her heart beat up in her throat as the room dimmed. She knew that people where around her, occasionally glancing in her direction, but she couldn't care less about those people. Her ears even cut off the sound of their murmuring so that all she could hear were her own deep breaths, shaky from excitement.

She pushed forward as they were led into the main area of the ship. She parted from the crowd and ran in small circles, looking up and twirling around the room. Her green braids whirled around her, stretching out and preventing anyone who didn't want to be whipped from approaching her. The room was lavishly furnished, but none of that was new to her, except for the fact that it was real. In her parents house, along with each room having the same boring beige and grey color scheme, the furnishings were just made of regular cheap materials made to look fancy - everything in that place was practically made of cardboard, easy to break and tear.

But none of these things were of interest to her. After taking in all of her surroundings, not paying mind to any of the people around her or what they were doing, she ran up to one of the large windows. "Ohhh-kay..." she said, covering her eyes. "In a-one, a-two, a one, two, three - four!" She uncovered her eyes and pressed her face against the window, her nose turned up at an unflattering angle. She gasped in amazement as the scenery fell further and further away from the ship and the horizons stretched out longer and wider. The wisps of clouds floated by and precipitation clung to the glass, forming little drops of water. This was all new to her.

"Aw yes!!" Both of her hands clenched into fists that hit the air and she leaned backwards with one foot off the ground until it looked like she might fall, but she quickly caught herself and twirled. Her knees bent and she bobbed up and down, chanting the words, "I'm flying! I'm flying! I'm really, really flying!" Knowing full well that she was being watched, she turned her head to look at her onlookers. She grinned at them and said, "We're flying!" before pressing her forehead back against the window. She closed her eyes and smiled, speaking in an almost sing-song pattern, "I'm flying to Beacon~! You Grimms better watch out, 'cause Verdant Pecker's gonna put on a light show like no other... and you're gonna be my tinder!" She giggled to herself and made a finger gun with her right hand, holding it against the window. "Ka-boom~!"

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Lila wheeled her brother through the crowd, issuing "sorry"s and "excuse me"s to those quickly trying to get out of the way of her brother's wheelchair. Her brother protested repeatedly that he could get through the crowd just fine on his own, but with this many people around, and their mother off finding a parking space, she was feeling a bit overprotective. They managed to push their way to the shuttle, and Lila released the handles of her brother's wheelchair, then came around in front of him for a few final goodbyes.

"Do you have everything you need?" her brother asked. "Got your toothbrush, pencils-"

"Yes."

"Got a book for the shuttle? Something to make sure you don't get bored?"

"Yep."

"What about your weapon? Is it in good condition? Is the strap tight enough? Come on, turn around and I'll tighten it for y-"

"Tyrion!" Lila exclaimed, exasperated. "I'll be fine. Geez, you sound like Mom."

"Well she's not here right now, so I've gotta be twice as nit-picky." he chuckled, holding out his arm for a hug. She leaned down to oblige, moving her head to one side to avoid his antlers. "Stay safe, okay? Don't get yourself in any trouble. Now hurry up and go, before Mom finds us."

"You make a compelling argument," she said, stepping backwards toward the ship. A giant weepy momball was not her prefered way to start the new semester.

She walked backwards into the ship, waving as her mother showed up right as she stepped onboard. She did an about-face and followed the rest of the students up into the main area. She moved to the side and leaned her back against one window, watching the rest of those gathered for a moment. One was asleep on a bench, and another was babbling to herself and making faces at the opposite window. She'd avoid both of them.

She turned to look over her shoulder out the window she was leaning against. The city had fallen away to blue sky, with only a few wisps of cloud. It occured to Lila that she would really rather not be leaning against the window. She moved away, back towards the center of the room. She rapidly busied herself with memorizing the ceiling, hopefully for the remainder of what would hopefully be a rather short trip.

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At the station, there were two males standing beside each other at the edge of the crowd.

See the first man, who is handing a book thick enough to have been made out of a whole tree over to his companion with a fond smile on his face. His name is Chang Hao Li, known as Hao to his friends. He is approximately thirty years old with short black hair resembling a squashed porcupine and a physique that was normally associated with people who could lift a pig's carcass in one hand as though it weighed nothing more than a small toy. He was dressed in a white shirt and brown trousers with boots that looked tough enough to stop a cart going at full speed down a hill. Over that, he wore a simple grey vest and a tattered short red scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

And this is his companion, who is receiving the book while grinning the grin of those who know that they are about to live the life of their dreams; provided that they don't die straight away from a freak accident or get lost on the way there. His name is Rowan Chang, nephew of Hao, and is around his late teens. He has messy greenish blonde hair and his physique was hidden under a baggy green jacket with a hoodie which was zipped shut at the collar. For now, his sleeves were rolled down, hiding the decorated bracer he was wearing on one arm. Underneath that he wore a black shirt, faded blue jeans that looked like they had been worn for years and running shoes. At his waist is a pouch and his beloved weapon, which is called Napier Dawn.

Currently, they were talking to each other. If it was the beginning of the talk, they would've been hugging with enough force to crack ribs and Uncle Hao would've been asking Rowan whether he really wanted to do this, if he had forgotten anything, etc.; but since this is happening somewhere near the end of the conversation it went something like this -

"The history of weapons across the ages - upgrades, repairs and capabilities'." Rowan read aloud. His grin grew even wider, and he looked up at his uncle in glee, clutching the book carefully in his hands. 'I've been looking for this one for ages!'

Uncle Hao chuckled. 'I know,' He said, grinning down at his nephew. He reached out and briefly ruffled Rowan's hair with enough force to make Rowan hunch slightly forward to make sure that he didn't get squashed into the floor. "Smiley helped me find it. Consider it a goodbye present from the both of us, though I think it's Smiley's way of apologising for being unable to come." His grin grew mischievous, and he mock-whispered "don't tell him I said that."

Rowan laughed and stored the book in one of his jacket pockets. "I promise I won't," he said, chuckling. He leaned forward and gave his uncle a hug. His uncle returned the gesture, and a faint crunching sound could be heard as each tried to make the other call of the hug first. After a while, they released each other and stretched with various cracks and pops, silently declaring it a draw.

"I've got to go now, though. The students are suppose to start boarding the ship now." Rowan said, glancing towards said ship. He faced his uncle and smiled brightly. "Bye! I promise to write if you do."

Uncle Hao's smile gained a sad tint, but immediately grew cheerful again, and he said brightly, "Goodbye, then. See you during the holidays!" He gave Rowan a brief one-arm hug before shooing him towards the ship's entrance. Rowan returned the gesture and ran towards the ship, and they waved goodbye at each other until he boarded the ship.

Rowan moved towards the main area like the other students, looking around in excitement. He had always wondered what the ship was like, and it seemed to be pretty cool. He flittered here and there like a hyperactive squirrel, satisfying his curiosity before collapsing into a seat in a corner of the room. For a while, he stared out of the window to enjoy the view, half-turning around to get a better look. It was his first time in a flying vehicle, and Rowan was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

Seeing nothing but treetops and the sky can get a bit boring after a while, though. Rowan turned around and settled more comfortably on his seat, leaning backwards. He pulled put his book and flipped the cover, heading towards the first page. On it was a black bookmark with some words written in small, neat handwriting. Rowan raised an eyebrow.

"I figured you need a bookmark. Smiley." He muttered out loud. A small grin formed on his face, and a wave of affection ran through him. Noticing that there were smaller words, he squinted, trying to figure out what they said.

P.S - Good luck. Don't forget your clothes, and make sure to eat lots of fruit.
P.P.S - d'aww, Smiley. Pay attention to his words though, Rowan. And don't forget to write! Also beware of dust explosions.
P.P.P.S. - Shut up, Hao. I'm pretty sure that you'll be fussing worse than I am. And did you eat my blueberry cake? It was gone when I checked the fridge a few hours ago.
P.P.P.P.S. - ... whoops. That was yours? Sorry. In my defense, there was no name tag on the cake and I was starving.
P.P.P.P.P.S. - DAMMIT HAO. YOU'D BETTER GET ME A NEW ONE OR I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU IN THE BACK.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. - ok, I'll get it! The one from the shop down the street, yeah? I'll get you a new one, so relax.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. - You'd better. And yes, it's from the shop down the street.

"Haha, those guys..." Rowan muttered, his face gaining an expression that state it was unsure whether he should laugh out loud or be fondly incredulous and ended up choosing to go for a mixture of the two. Storing the bookmark away, he flipped to the first page of the book and began to read, ignoring his surroundings and focusing on his book.

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"Sir, please wake up. You need to proceed into the amphitheatre."

Joe was roused from his slumber by one of the student attendants as they were all ordered to be led into the amphitheatre. Groggily Joe yawned, covering his mouth with a loose fist as he sat up. There already? Dang that was fast.

Without so much as saying a word he pushed himself from the bench and staggered a couple feet before stretching his arms out wide, a number of popping sounds resounded from his back as he loosened his joints up. Leaving behind a mildly confused attendant he strode forward towards the exit.


The scene transitioned as he went from an airship interior to an open courtyard leading up to a large set of double doors.
He looked up to see the mass of green light above which gave the school it's name. Hm. Lack of subtlety much?

Little else grabbed his interest as he stepped through the extraneous archways and past the large doors into the amphitheatre. He proceeded until he was approximately in the middle before just standing there not exactly sure what to do next. He just sort of put his hands in his pockets and looked around, confused as to what exactly was going on. Was this where they were going to be taught? Were they going to be introduced to the school? Was this just a room adjacent to the room they're supposed to head to? Where were the teachers? Where was the anything? All questions that ran through his head. As it was he hadn't picked up on much of the details inside the amphitheatre as it was dark inside and many of the specific features were still a bit fuzzy to his eyes as they adapted to the change of light.

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Verdant wasn't paying attention when the ship slowed down and lowered itself to the ground. She was leaning with her back against the window, her legs crossed over one another and her mind and fingers busy with her video game. She only just noticed that they had stopped when the students began filing out of the main room. She glanced up with one eye, looked back her game, glanced out the window, and looked back at her game. She was conflicted.

"Agh... erg, um..." she made pained little noises as she multitasked with watching the people leave and defeating the boss level. "But I've never gotten this far before! But... I wanna see Beacon Academy to the fullest..." She at last let out a guttural cry and turned her head away, not bearing to watch as she walked her character into a volcano. 'Game over' music played and she turned the game off and stuffed it into the furthest reaches of her pocket before hopping up from her spot against the window and breathing in deeply, attempting to calm the overwhelming beat of her heart. She frowned and prepared herself before joining the crowd and shoving her way through to the front with the regular apologies. Once they were out of the shuttle, the crowd dispersed, leaving Verdant with the freedom to stand in the middle of the walkway and gawk. She was in an open courtyard; the boulevard she was standing in was lined with perfectly trimmed trees and perfectly placed street posts. The place was in perfect symmetry... how boring. The thing that really amazed Verdant was that when she tilted her head up - which was not unusual for her, as she had to tilt her head up to look at a lot of things, eg. people - she could see that the top of the massive structure was glowing green. "Wow..." she trailed off, her eyes growing wide. Her body started to tremble from excitement, she thought, and she forced herself to grin as she swallowed down her butterflies. "Now there's a pretty light show. Subtle, I suppose, but it does say 'I am here'... without the decimation part."

Once she became bored of staring (which took a maximum of 5 seconds) she looked around blankly, a vacant smile on her face, then she shook herself out of her daze and held her clenched fist in front of her with bluffed confidence. "OK! There's nothing left to do but go inside!" She looked ahead expectantly. Her legs didn't move. "Just need to go inside..." she said, voice faltering, but her buckling knees didn't want to go anywhere. "Come on legs, it's not nerve wracking at all, it's... exci... scary... exciting!" She yelled. She jogged up and down, glaring at her legs. "Why aren't you excited?!"

Verdant finally overcame her misbehaving legs (aka. accepted that she felt nervous about her first day at school and resolved to suck it up) and looked at the entrance with a new determined glint in her eye. She stepped forward slowly, then took another step and another until she broke into a run. She looked furious, like she could kill whoever got in her way. "HAAAAAAARGH - did it!" She chimed in a high voice and did a little victory jump with her arms in the air after skidding to halt from charging into the Amphitheatre. Her nervousness almost completely fell away from her and she looked around the room with wide eyes, eager to see her new surroundings. She could see a stage but no people on it, mostly because she couldn't see past the people in front of her, even when she stood on her toes. She gave a smile that said, "well, you know what to do" and dashed to the front of the small crowd. She smiled up at the stage to discover no one there. "Oh." The room was hushed. The students whispered to one another in unease. She knew that they were unsure of what came next.

"Dramatic tension." She stated, shoving down her own unease to the back of her throat. She continued to stare straight ahead at the stage with a smile, "Yay!"

It didn't take long for Verdant to become bored of the dramatic tension in the room and begin to wish that whatever came next would happen already.

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Lila stepped off the ship on shakey legs, following behind the other students and the little green-haired girl who she increasingly hoped was just lost. She managed to will her legs not to give out as she stepped onto solid ground. She hated flying. So damn much. She turned in place to take in the entirety of Beacon's front, marvelling at OH GOD she's on a cliff.

She took several rapid steps back from the docks, then turned and stepped quickly toward the entrance. She watched the green haired girl go flying (don't think of flying) racing past her for a second, then followed the other students through a pair of large wooden doors, then pushed through the crowd gathered inside. The farther she was from having to acknowledge the height, the better. The stage seemed to be empty, but she figured whoever was meant to take it would be there shortly.

She looked up and down the front of the crowd, seeing what kind of people would be in her class. She noted the green haired fireball was there. She really wasn't doing very well at avoiding her. Just watch her have to sit near her in class, because apparently that's the kind of thing life liked to do to her. Stupid life. She looked to see if she could scoot farther away, but the crowd seemed to have closed in on that side. No matter, so long as they maintained their current distance.

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Rowan read the last sentence of the page and placed his new bookmark against it, snapping the book shut after he had done so. He stood up and placed the book back into his pocket, smiling cheerily at the student attendants as he walked out of the ship. Once his feet reached dry land (cool, a cliff! Wonder how high they were), Rowan moved to the side (a girl with green hair was looking oddly at the amphitheater, he didn't want to get in the way) and proceeded to stretch his body with a crackling sound. It was best to start the first day of school with a healthy body instead of a stiff one.

While he was stretching his body with a crackling sound (turns out that sitting down without moving anything except a hand for hours would make your body like an old man with arthritis), the girl with green hair from earlier charged down towards the entrance with a look of killing intent on her face, nearly hitting another girl who was walking quickly towards the entrance. Rowan watched them go with a grin and abruptly decided not to get in front of the green haired girl in the future. She seemed interesting, but he didn't want to get trampled flat onto the ground if she decided to do that again.

The place was pretty sweet, though. Rowan entered the boulevard, and the back of his jacket went flying as he spun around in a circle to see the whole area. It was a good place to hang out, and the lamps were pretty cool. The arches and aqueducts made for good hiding places and they made the area seem more... Real, somehow. And elegant too, can't forget that. A spark of excitement ran through Rowan for the first time he set foot in Beacon.

'I'm actually in Beacon,' he thought excitedly, a grin growing on his face. Not entering Beacon, in Beacon. The realisation that he was finally, finally entering the school of his dreams hit Rowan like a brick to the head, and he pumped his fist in the air, unable to restrain his excitement. Ignoring the looks the other new students sent his way, Rowan sped up towards the large wooden doors where most of the students were entering. 'I'm entering Beacon, I'm finally entering Beacon to learn to be a huntsman just like Uncle Hao and Smiley and Dad...!'

Quickly entering the amphitheater, Rowan found the place packed with new students like him. He tried to move towards the front so that he could get a front row seat, but only managed to get to the middle before giving up. It seemed that those in front had the same idea as Rowan did and were attached to their seats like a magnet attached to a metal. Needless to say, Rowan couldn't get through.

'Ah well, I'll still be able to get a good view here anyway.' He thought to himself, settling into a comfortable position beside a tall guy wearing clothes that looked like they came out of a dumpster. He shuffled his feet and placed his hands inside his pockets, waiting for the professors to appear.

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The din of the crowd was cut off by the feedback of a microphone and the sound of someone clearing their throat. A man in a dark suit and white hair had appeared on the stage. A woman stood behind him, her blonde hair streaked with grey.

"I will try to be brief," the man began. "You have all arrived here today in the pursuit of knowledge, seeking to hone your craft and aquire new skills. When you are finished, you plan you dedicate your life to the defense of the people. When I look amongst you, however, all I see is wasted energy, looking for direction, and purpose. You assume you will find freedom from this through knowledge, but your time here will show that knowledge can only take you so far. You must be the one to take the first step."

The man walked to the side of the stage, and the woman behind him took his place at the mic. "Tonight, you will gather in the barn, and tomorrow, your initiation will begin. Be ready. You are all dismissed."

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Jerieth dropped his gear on his bed then made his way to the upper floor of the barn about the sam time the first years were walking in. He stood a step or two away from the railing hoping not to be seen as he took notes about the fist years. After watching for a while he moved to the top of the stairs and sat down. He was interested in seeing if any of the first years would notice him, let alone approach him. He pushes the button on his right Katar then aims it at a can of soda, pulling the handle the claw launches out and grabs the soda. With a second pull of the handle the claw pulls the soda to him. With the soda still in the claw he opens it and takes a sip. Quietly, "To a new year and to new fun."

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Verdant carried her pizza and drink in one hand, feeling a little glum. She was just informed that Mister Chompy was going to be delivered straight to the student armory, along with her bag of explosives. She found that a little unfair, as other students had been delivered their weapons straight away, but perhaps they were a little paranoid about handing a girl a thirty or so bombs on school grounds. Whatever their reasoning, she was weaponless.

"I can't tell whether this is all anti-climatic or if the tension is still building..." she sighed, flopping down on a sleeping bag on the very far side of the barn, far away from everyone who were socialising and sharing their pizzas. A few others had the same idea as her. Verdant flipped open her pizza box open and peered inside. "I'm wrong! This is the climax of the whole evening!" She exclaimed, grinning, as she lifted up a slice and wolfed it down.

After she had made her way two thirds through her pizza she remembered her soda and opened the can with her teeth. She lifted the drink, which was fizzing and beginning to spill over the sides, above her head and shouted, "TO BEACON!" before chugging it down. She could see some other groups of students who joined in with her toast, repeating back her words and following her actions. She winced as she pulled away from the drink and felt the bubbles sting her nose. With one hand, she crunched the now-empty can into a flat disk and threw it like a small frisbee into the bin, a fair way away from her. She then looked back at her pizza to discover she was full. She pushed it away from her and eyed the people surrounding her. "If anyone wants it," she said casually and fished out some chewing gum from her pocket. She threw a piece on top of the pizza box to make for a better deal, considering that everyone was going to have terrible morning breath the next day. She popped a piece into her own mouth and chewed.

Verdant looked down at her clothes. "I suppose I sleep in these? Damn, I should have come more prepared!" She complained and slipped into her sleeping bag, curling up like a little millipede. Her eyes were still open wide, and she didn't feel tired. Perhaps it was because of the ten teaspoons of sugar she she had just consumed. She waited for sleep to come, but it didn't. "Be ready for initiation... oh, I am ready... I wonder what it is..." she muttered to herself, a dazed look of joy on her face. She turned on her back and stared up at the ceiling, completely awake. She knew that she wasn't going to be sleeping for a long time to come.

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Well, that wasn't very specific. It was brief though.

He listened to the man on the stage give his speech. He sort of understood what he was saying, he just didn't understand what he was talking about. What's this even have'ta do with us being new here?

Then of course the woman dismissed them all to the 'barn' where they would stay until tomorrow where they would undergo some sort of initiation. Reckon it's this school's method of quality control He could only wonder what they had in store for him in the near future. He would have to find out later as people filtered out of this room into the place they were going to be staying. With little else to stick around for he meandered into this so called barn along with the rest of them.


Much like a fly to rotting meat Joe quickly spotted and made his way over to the pizza. Others were busy greeting each other and socializing like so but not Joe. He had his priorities straight. He grabbed himself a slice of pizza and then ate that slice. He then grabbed another slice and ate that one, and then another, and then another, and then another. In the time it took others to eat one slice he was already on his fourth. It wasn't like he was just wolfing down the pizza there like a starving dog but the way he ate was expeditious for practicalities sake. Back home any food someone didn't eat wouldn't be there the if they looked away for too long. His family did what it could to keep food but the food they could get their hands on was scarce and it wasn't always certain that something wouldn't happen to the food reserves. To top it all off there was rarely a time for him to just sit down and enjoy what meals he could get his hands on. If he didn't eat fast the grimms would of been the ones eating.

In between pizzas he made sure to wash the food down with soda. The sugar was good energy, stuff he'd probably need soon. While other's ate like normal young people who didn't have to grow up looking over their shoulders every waking moment Joe made as much use of the food available as his instinct told him to. He did however not eat all the pizza. Knowing other's would need to eat he left enough pizza for the others to eat their fill. He wouldn't be eating until his hunger was satisfied because he knew that would come at the cost of other people's food, something that was taboo back where he was from. There was little room for selfishness when people's lives were concerned.


Of course this was a city place and these were city folks. Chances are they probably didn't see things like the food available like he did. Still, taking all the food was not polite no matter where anybody was from. If there was one thing he and them could agree on to some extent it was that sharing is typically the right thing to do. He'd wait after eating a fair amount and see what everyone else ate. Of course there were always rumors that city folk tended to waste food and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like that slip by him. If there was pizza left and no one to claim it then surely enough there he'd be, eating what wasn't already eaten.

Once he was done with his food, easily eating four times more than what others had eaten by that point in the evening, he went over to an unclaimed sleeping bag by one of the walls. Quite frankly the sleeping bag was a luxury to him. He'd gone many a night just sitting back against a wall and letting exhaustion claim him. In this case since it was provided he figured he might as well take advantage of the comfort provided. He pulled the soft bag over to the wall and sat it part ways up against the wall, the pillow laying propped up on the wall. His reason for this arrangement was that he felt somewhat safer if his back was to the wall so nothing could come up behind him. Sitting against the wall rather than laying down also meant grimm couldn't get on top of him unless it was like a spider or something that can go along walls.


Some might consider this level of arrangement paranoid but for him this was pretty toned down for what he was used to since he knew he was somewhere reasonably safe. Ordinarily he'd seek out some place hidden and camouflage his position first so he'd remain unseen in case grimm passed him by during the night. They seemed more active during the night. There were times where he'd be out on jobs given to him by his father and he wouldn't be able to make it home before nightfall. At times like those he had little choice but to wait the night out since movement often drew the beasts out, forcing him to find places to sleep despite knowing fully well that a grimm could be walk right up on him at any given moment.

Joe did consider the company of the people he was around despite how uncaring he seemed. If he didn't care he wouldn't of taken off his boots before throwing himself back into his seat, chilling out while watching the pizza table to make sure there wasn't any pizza left for him to grab. There were others around the room talking, not that it particularly mattered much. Plenty of people were talking all over this place, no conversations were really noteworthy so he mostly just let it all fade into background noise while he left his mind to wander about various topics, his curiosity as to what tomorrow would bring still hot on his mind. Whatever task was coming up he wanted to get it all over with so he could make more time for napping. There was never enough time to nap, he had to make do with what little time life had to offer.

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Rowan was one of the first to make it to the food tables to get something to eat, mainly because the moment he had noticed that there was Pizza (one of the staples of his early childhood) he charged over to the food tables as though his life depended on it. Rowan stood in front of the center table and felt a smile take over his face at the sight of fast food. Smiley never let him eat fast food ever since he learnt how to cook and the smell was curling straight into Rowan's brain and making it hard to think and YES was that Hawaiian he loved Hawaiian pizza...

His mouth watering and forming an impossibly wide grin, Rowan quickly took hold of a plate and piled it high with pizza slices of different toppings before leaving to stand and eat at the side of the room; grabbing a can of soda on the way. Despite his hunger, Rowan made sure to leave enough of the Delicious Slice Circles of Baked Dough with Toppings (aka Pizza) for the other new students. He might be hungry enough to eat a horse, but he wouldn't take all of the food like some greedy jerk. Any leftovers though, were fair game.

Stuffing a slice of pizza (meat lovers, delicious!) into his mouth, Rowan made sure to keep his mouth closed as he chewed and leant against the wall, looking around him with interest. The Barn seemed to be a pretty interesting place, and Rowan wanted to see what was going on.

Not much was happening, actually. Some of the new students (swords, guns of different calibers, too many to keep track of) were already talking around and making new buddies, a couple of guys (dark blue pistol blades and some kind of red and black retractable weapon which looked like a high caliber rifle or something that dealt heavy damage) were standing to the right and engaged in a conversation Rowan couldn't hear over the sound of voices in the Barn. The guy he had been standing next to during Ozpin's speech (no weapon except a wrench, maybe he was a weapon enthusiast like Rowan and was waiting for his weapon to come in tomorrow like some of the other students?) was sitting down on the floor and staring at people, and the green headed girl from before(no weapons, probably waiting) was talking to the girl she had almost mowed down earlier (weapon in travel mode) and another guy (dual katar pistols). Nothing interesting enough to warrant conversation, so Rowan closed his eyes in bliss and focused wholeheartedly on his dinner.

Five pizza slices later, Rowan's stomach was satisfied and no longer growling feed me, feed me or I'll make you think of food all day. He sipped from the can of soda and tossed the emptied can and plate into the bin beside him. Yawning, Rowan stretched and looked around for a place to sleep. He didn't really know what was coming tomorrow and it wouldn't do to be sleep deprived, in case they had to do something which required him to be in tip top shape.

Most of the students had settled down, and they had grabbed sleeping bags and clustered into little groups. Some of them already had their eyes closed, while others were talking in low, exited voices about what was to come. Someone had tossed a sleeping bag to a small corner, so Rowan reached over to grabbed it and find a spot where he could stretch out and sleep instead of being curled up into a ball.

The only place he could find was beside the guy with the wrench. Tucking the rolled up sleeping bag under his arm, Rowan walked over to him and placed the sleeping bag a few paces away from the guy; making sure that it was large enough for both of them to be comfortably out of each other's personal space. There was enough space for the both of them to stretch out, and with a sigh, Rowan took a set of pajamas out of his jacket like a magician taking a rabbit out of a hat and proceeded to wriggle inside the sleeping bag to change.

A few small wriggles and restrained grunts later, Rowan was dressed in simple purple pajamas and ready to sleep. Neatly folding his clothes into a neat stack, Rowan placed them onto the area where his head would be and lied down; stretching out and placing his hands on his torso like a dead person at rest in a coffin. Closing his eyes, Rowan started to regulate his breathing quietly (it apparently made it easier to sleep) and tried to get some rest, certain that he would need his strength for tomorrow.

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Verdant's breathing quickened as she stirred, disturbed by the noise of rustling and movement around her. She snuggled deeper into her sleeping bag and covered her ears with something soft that was in her bag with her, grunting a little in agitation.

"It's time to get up."

"Shh... I'll go to class when I wanna, Rusty..." she muttered beneath her breath then chuckled slightly as she burrowed into her sleeping bag like a rabbit retreating into its burrow.

"First years are to report to the armory to prepare for initiation. The senior students wearing badges will guide you and give you your key to your locker. So wake up."

Verdant just snorted before jolting back to her half-asleep state and giggling. "That's right... you don't like it when I call you that... are you going to lean against the wall and skulk again... Whoa!"

Verdant's eyes and mouth snapped open as her brain finally woke up and she became fully aware that her sleeping bag was being lifted up and she was being emptied out. She tumbled onto the floor in a roly-poly, stuffed stag behind her, and she stood up immediately, whipping her head around to look at the people around her. The last of the students were being filed out of the barn by seniors and teachers. "I overslept?!" She exclaimed in disbelief, rubbing her eyes furiously and looking down at where her possible new friend had been lying the last night. She was gone, leaving Verdant in her duckling pyjamas and with her stag plushie. She cried out in frustration and picked her clothes from the ground as well as swooping up the toy stag. It made sense that she had overslept. She had not slept a wink the previous night while stressing over her bombs and the final maintenance on her weapon. She turned to the senior student who had shaken her out of her bed and looked deeply apologetic at him, "Bathroom?"

"On the left," he said, pointing down to a corridor. Verdant thanked him over and over and ducked her head down before sprinting towards the bathroom with her clothes bundled up in her arms to get dressed, hoping that she could make it quick enough to catch up with the tall mohawk girl.

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"84~! 84, where are you ~?" Verdant scampered between the other students retrieving their weapons, searching for the locker number she had on her key. She hopped excitedly from foot to foot as she remained stuck behind three students comparing weapons. She was overjoyed to be getting her weapon back. It pained her to have it not by her side for so long. At last she approached a locker twice the length and width that the other lockers she past had been. "I guess this is where the keep the more heavy duty weapons," she remarked to herself, looking around to see the other larger lockers surrounding hers. After fumbling with the key and being confused about which way the key went in, she opened the locker and grinned at its contents. First she grabbed her bag and threw it into the air, slinging it over her head so that the strap rested on her shoulder and crossed over her back. She unzipped it slightly and sighed satisfactorily at the bombs inside. Unhitching the mohawk girl's stag from her belt, she stuffed it in the bag for safekeeping so that she could return it to her in initiation. Verdant was planning on seeing her first and she would even go as far as reeling her in with the stag on a string.

Pushing these thoughts out of her head, she reached her greedy hands forward to her baby. With no effort, she lifted the enormous weapon in its grenade launcher mode and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Mister Chompy!" She squeaked, her grin so wide her freckled cheeks throbbed with pain, "Did they handle you well? If I so much as find a scratch on you, I will blow up the entire shipping firm, I'm serious!" She glanced up and gave the armory one last look, but she couldn't see past anyone, let alone spot the girl with the mohawk... "I guess I am just gonna have to give her back her toy in initiation, huh..." she sighed and turned, lifting her weapon to rest comfortably on her shoulder as she walked to the exit. "That's okay. In initiation, I'll be able to pay her back for how she helped me. I'll definitely find her first! And if not... then my back up plan is foolproof!" Verdant smirked smugly as she ran through her "perfect plan" in her head.

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Slowly he roused from his sleep as the voices of many filled the air.

He awoke to look about the large arched room, most of it's occupants already well on their way to the destination set for them all. Unlike the others there was little ceremony in his mornings. He just stood up, stretched out and carried his wrench into the hall, already dressed for the day. There were teachers and older students relaying the message that they were to pick up their weapons and prepare for the initiations down in the armory. Weapon?... He just looked down at his wrench after hearing the message.

But this was his weapon. He figured they must of not taken it from him like the others due to the fact that it was by no means as much a weapon as the others were. It did not spit fire or dust like many others. It did not have blades or spikes attached and perhaps most poignantly it did not transform into any radically different shapes or modes like so many could. His weapon could best be described as honest for what it appeared to be was what it was, nothing more. Still, it never ran out of ammo and it held together longer than any other weapon he picked up. Unlike blades there was no risk of the rust dulling it's impact, it'd never cease to work even if it's parts no longer functioned. Only destruction would put him out of a weapon, nothing less. Perhaps a more sentimental man would of grown to appreciate such a faithful tool but Joe was no such person. To him the sun set when the moon would rise, the seasons would pass and when stuff was no longer useful to someone they'd throw it in the trash. He's made better use of trash than the ones who would throw such stuff away but that didn't change the fact that ultimately it'd all become trash when he was to be done with it all.


Eventually he made it around to the armory. There all he needed was to figure out where they needed to be. There were some discussions around the place between other students regarding teams which got him curious but there were no details he could overhear that gave him any clues as to what exactly was going on. Without much else left for him there he leaned back into some corner around the place and awaited further instruction from what was soon to become his teachers, his face remaining an expressionless grey still which hadn't seemed to change since he was first seen boarding the ship.

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Rowan was just about to head out of the armoury when's out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the guy from before; the one who ate his body weight in pizza. Although he kept smiling, a look of puzzlement entered his eyes, quickly followed by curiosity. That's odd, Rowan thought, where's his weapon?

They were suppose to enter the armoury to get their weapons before heading out to initiation, right? But although the boy had entered the room, he still wasn't carrying anything vaguely shaped like a weapon, unless the wrench he was holding was counted as one. For a moment, Rowan wondered if the wrench he was holding was his weapon, but dismissed it with a laugh. Facing the Grimm with a wrench? No way. It made zero sense. Normal Dust rounds couldn't kill some of the older Grimm, so how could someone be able to use a simple wrench to kill one?

Though if one made the wrench able to conduct aura, and maybe if one was skilled... Hmm. He'd think about it later.

He mustn't have found his locker yet, Rowan decided. On a whim, he changed his trajectory mid step and walked towards the boy with a cheery smile on his face. He was curious to know what the guy's weapon was like; since he was holding a wrench he might be an engineer and well, it would be nice to have somebody to share ideas with. Maybe it's a sword, Rowan thought excitedly, or daggers, or clubs. He's got goggles, so maybe he's got a gun?

"Hi!" He said brightly, smiling towards the guy. Years of training from Smiley took over, and he quickly introduced himself. "My name's Rowan Chang, nice to meet you. What's your weapon? Is it a sword?" He asked politely. "I'm kind of a weapons nut, so I'm curious."

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Much like a slow metallic crane his head slowly turned to face his addressor. The guy talking appeared to be a shorter fellow with off-colored dark blonde hair wearing a yellowish dark green jacket. As the man spoke he looked him up and down, measuring him more or less. It seemed kind of unusual for someone to come and talk to him without any former provocation. Was there something more to this than just a friendly chat? Would he know if it was? Plenty of questions like those popped into mind and left to linger as, as expected of himself, they went unanswered.

After a moment of silence Joe realized the fellow asked a question. What was he asking again? He tried to fish the information from his recollection since he wasn't really paying all too close attention to the words being spoken at him. After a second it clicked in that this fellow wanted to know what weapon he was going to use.

"Just this old wrench." He answered the guy's question in a flat, neutral tone. He wouldn't lie, he was by no means invested in what this guy was talking about. His mind was elsewhere, still pondering what was left for them to do so he could get back to important business, namely napping.

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"A wrench?!" Rowan sounded both stunned and scandalised, like the mother of an eighteen century lady being found in bed with the wrong man. His jaw dropped open, and his brain stuttered to a halt. "Wha... That's..." He tried, before giving up and settling on looking as though the world had gone slightly off its axis instead.

A... A simple, normal wrench for taking down Grimm?! That was it?! Sure, Rowan had thought that for a moment, but he hadn't exactly expected that to be, well, true. But... But it... That was sacrilege! A wrench was considered a staple in any engineers (and weapon makers) toolbox worth his salt, and was supposed to be used for fixing or making things, not bashing Grimm over the head with. It was good as a makeshift weapon if you didn't have anything else, but as a main weapon?!

Rowan had a sudden vision of the boy fending off the Grimm with the wrench he was holding and felt a sudden wave of pity, closely followed by the urge to cry a little. To Rowan, using it instead of say, a sweet Axe-Gun like Napier Dawn or a cool Scythe-Rifle to mow down the Grimm was like using a pebble to make fire when there were lighters and matches everywhere. Even using one of the weapons from the old generation was better; they were at least made for battle. This... This was just wrong.

Snapping out of his shock, Rowan pulled himself together with great effort and grabbed the boy by the arms, and his face held the graveness normally seen on doctors who had to tell their patients that they were dying and there was nothing they could do about it.

"You need a new weapon." Rowan said desperately. "You really, really need a new weapon. Let me make one for you, ok?!" He wasn't exactly begging, but Rowan was prepared to if the guy disagreed. "Please?"

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Things had gone from mildly awkward to downright confusing in a very short span of time.

After telling this guy in front of him about his weapon like asked the reaction from this fellow was downright random. Joe could only look on as the guy grabbed him by the arms and started making demands of some sort. He really wasn't quite sure how to react, his brows just sort of arched quizzically as he tried to puzzle out what was going on.

What's even going on? What did he ask? Something about needing a new weapon I think. What do I say? He remained silent as he evaluated the situation. The kid looked spazzed out like he was high on something or something to that extent, he couldn't be sure that saying even the most innocuous response wouldn't trigger some sort of meltdown from this greenish-haired kid.

"Okay... I guess?" His response was less an answer and more of a question regarding the scenario as a whole. His hope was that agreeing to whatever this guy was going on about would get him to let go and return to minding his own business but at the same time he wasn't sure what it was he was agreeing to. The guy could be planning to try and pull open his rib cage for all he knew since what he was saying about some weapon nonsense didn't make even the slightest sense to him. While he technically agreed to what he asked he'd need to be careful with this one. There was more than just a few wires loose with this one it seemed.

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"Sweet!" Rowan smiled up at the guy in relief before realising that he was still gripping the boy's arms. Hurriedly, he let go. "Sorry," he apologised, rummaging in his pockets for his Scroll. Rowan grinned at the guy. "You won't regret it, I promise!"

Rowan pulled out his Scroll and tapped a few buttons, making a new page to record the guy's statistics and a few ideas for him. He probably wouldn't be able to get anything done before initiation started since there wasn't enough time and his tools weren't there, but Rowan could at least get some information to come up with a weapon concept before they had to leave. Making a gun for someone who didn't know how to shoot was a waste of time and resources, and Rowan wanted to get this one right.

"What're your strengths and weaknesses?" He asked breezily, smiling at the guy. "Do you know how to use a gun? And how do you use your wrench, bashing or throwing? I need to know how you behave in battle," Rowan explained, "so that I can make a good weapon for you. Please, give me any details you can think of."

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Joe

Joe listened as the young man assailed him with a storm of questions. He gathered that the fellow wanted to make him a weapon but now seemed like an inappropriate time for that. On top of it all he hardly knew the guy. Why this guy wanted to do all this he couldn't really understand. As he better understood just what exactly was going on however his expression changed from a puzzled look to a rather flat neutral state. Like with most things he just started to accept it for what it was, strange though it might be.

Of course before he had time to fit a word in-between this guy's long winded babblings about weapons and such a voice came on over the speakers, distorted only mildly by the echo of the needlessly large armory and by the speakers themselves. They were called to attend the initiation at the cliffs that they saw upon arrival, or so he assumed. It looked like he'd have to cut this guy off for now since he was expected to be somewhere.


"I gotta be at the cliffs." Was all he said before turning from the guy who was just speaking at him and moving down the hall until he left the building.

Stepping outside the air flowed gently along, a fair temperature tempered further with the addition of a cooling breeze which flowed past him. He breathed in the fresh outdoor air, the smell of the tranquil forest beyond riding along the wind. Air like this was a luxury, one he could actually appreciate. The smell of rust, grease and decay, such was the smell of home. This was far from home, not that it mattered. To him the difference between here and there was little more than distance. Still, there were some things others took for granted which he made notice of.

The others. There weren't many others there when he finally made it to the cliffs. He saw only those that would be briefing them as to their initiation and the few who arrived ahead of him. It wasn't really worthy of note, he resigned himself to going off and sitting on a stray rock which protruded from the ground. Like that he just sat back and took in the sight before him while he waited for the show to get underway. If he had any luck he figured he'd try to sneak in a nap before the actual briefing started should the others take their sweet time.

Ain't that just the way it be, hurry up and wait.

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"Uh," Rowan began, but the boy had already walked off, heeding the lady talking over the speaker. His face forming a smile, Rowan grinned brightly at the guy and gave a small wave at him, saying "Bye! Talk to you later!"

Tucking his scroll into his pocket, Rowan strolled after him, heading out of the armoury. Bringing his arms up behind his head, Rowan grinned as he thought about the new weapon he was going to make for the guy. It would be so awesome, he hoped that the boy would like it.

But wait, he had to find out about the specifics first, to tailor the weapon to suit the guys needs. The guy used a (Rowan resisted the urge to shudder) wrench, right? A horribly plain normal wrench more suited for a workshop, which didn't transform or indicate guns and far ranged expertise. This meant that the guy probably wasn't suited for guns of any sort, which in turn meant that most of the forms he had in mind were out. There went the gun-scythe. Well, he had a baseball bat that could grow spikes that he had made when he was bored, that could work.

Or...

Hmm. Rowan walked out in the sun, coming to a stop near the group of teenagers crowded near the edge of the cliffs, standing a little bit away from the outskirts. He pulled out his scroll; Initiation hadn't started yet and he wanted to sort out the idea that had crept up on his brain, slow and quiet. Maybe...

His fingers flew over the scroll.

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Lila had arrived fairly quickly to the cliffs, having already gone outside after retrieving her gear. She sat at the edge of the cliff, dangling her feet over the edge. She would have prefered to stay far away from this point, but the Headmaster and deputy headmistress were present, and she had to give a good impression.

She watched over her shoulder as the others started to arrive, either alone or in groups of two or three. The Deputy headmistress was moving among those gathered, directing them to stand on small stone platforms with the school's insignia carved onto them. Lila opted to take the initiative and stepped over to a free one before Ms. Goodwitch could reach her.

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Verdant cheerfully bobbed her way along to the cliffs, nearly breaking out into a skip a few times. Her bag tapped against her in a steady rhythm and she had her grenade launcher leaning over her shoulder, being held up with one arm easily. She received a few looks as students watched curiously at the little girl carrying a large gun attached to a wrecking ball, but each of them were quick to dismiss it as normal due to the many types of semblance.

As she neared the cliffs, she walked right up to the edge and daringly tested how far she could stand near the drop until the earth started to crumble. As dirt slipped from beneath her boots, she shuffled backwards with a satisfied smile. Tossing her head to the left, she spotted a free platform and began to make her way towards it. She didn't need to barge her way through people now - instead, they parted for her. Verdant lifted her nose in the air and bathed in her new sense of power.

When her two feet planted themselves on the platform (which nobody dared to pinch from her as she made her bee-line towards it) she took in the view of the forest beneath the cliffs. She wasn't completely sure about what initiation would be, but she had heard scare-stories from her private trainer Rustin that they threw you off a cliff on your first day. This had caused the opposite impact on Verdant, as instead of being too afraid to sleep that night, it was impossible to settle down her hype.

"I hope we get pushed," she mused to herself, rocking back and forth on her feet, "Of course... I don't know what I'd do if I did, but... oh, whatever! I'll deal with that death sentence when I come to it." Verdant stared up at the clouds going past as she impatiently awaited further instruction.

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#, as written by Zalgo
Joe

Just as he was getting some decent sleep the voice of the headmistress was directed straight at him, ordering him to stand over on one of the large insignia engraven stones. With what appeared to be great effort he lazily plucked himself off the stone he had slumped upon and stood wearily upon his feet like a slight breeze could blow him down. This was far from the truth but his slouched posture and tired expression wasn't exactly telling of a different story.

With slow ponderous footsteps he made his way towards a free dais. Just as he was about to claim it however a young green haired girl motored right past him towards it, nearly knocking into him with her bold strides as he narrowly veered out of her path. Just like that the pedestal was taken. He looked to either side to see the exact same sight, every other insignia stone in sight was occupied. Things were already starting to look down, he couldn't help but frown.


Still, things were as they were, no two ways about it. With a sigh he set out to find a vacant spot, a quest which had him walking for at least another five minutes. Eventually he spotted one, right down at the very end of the line. Walking as though each step was taken with a brick tied to each foot he eventually made his way onto the spot. So there he was, almost completely out of the way. He was the last one to have stepped on a stone he estimated. Almost every single one looked occupied including the three closest to his right side, none being to his left seeing as he was on the far left side.

As he looked he took in every detail he set his eyes upon, his unoccupied brain finding various details to take note of as he looked about. All of the other students weapons looked either like mechanical permutations of regular weapons or some straight up outlandish looking devices. The girl next to him was armed with what appeared to be some strange sort of hybrid between a bass guitar and a speaker. Another fellow just a couple stones down wielded a boomerang with what appeared to be hammer heads at the tips. With all these impractically designed weapons employed he'd swear that none of them would work if it weren't for fancy gizmo's and voodoo powder. Heck, maybe I just ain't much city minded when it comes to fightin'.
He figured, taking the devil's advocate to his own opinion and looking at the issue from how the other side might see it.
He didn't have to like it but he wouldn't be able to deny their effectiveness. That is, of course, after he sees them actually perform. He continued to let his thoughts wander idly like this for a little while.


Hm... I hope they don't throw us off this cliff. These stones are probably just tele-transportational doohickys that'll just send us down to fight somethin'. Yeah, I probably shouldn't be too worried.