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[PPr:Kut]

"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS AND FACULTY.
THE BEACON FRESHMAN INITIATION TEST IS ABOUT TO BEGIN. STUDENTS, MAKE USE OF BEACON'S GROUND MAP ON YOUR SCROLLS TO NAVIGATE TO THE COURSE START.
BE SURE YOU ARE PREPARED TO ENGAGE IN RIGOROUS ACTIVITIES SUCH AS COMBAT AND ROUGH TERRAIN TRAVEL. TEACHERS AND STAFF, YOU ARE TO BRING WEAPONS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY. PLEASE REPORT TO HEADMASTER TOMAN IN RESPECTABLE TIME."

The call was made. It may have been spoken by a voice he would not be too familiar with yet, but Rhodie was more than ready in response to calls like this. Trained like a soldier, young Ironwood made his way to base camp, proceeding in a fast walk not too far from a light jog. His shield rested on his backside, kind of like a turtle shell. As always, he was equipped with his armor-like clothing, and the solid snow white was clear indication he was basically an Atlas Mechanical Soldier, only he was flesh and bone. For the most part, anyways. He breathed in the Vale air with a light smile on his face, rather pleased with the warm temperature compared to Atlas' chilly feel. He wasn't nervous at all; this was basically like his field exercises back home.

"GAHH!" Han yelled, holding his ears in pain. From what he was told, he knew an initiation test would begin before team placement, so he was already dressed and equipped to go. Not only did he not expect the announcement to happen with such a volume, but he just so happen to be in spitting distance to one of the P.A speakers, so the poor bat faunus ended up with a minor headache thanks to his ultra sonic hearing. "Gonna need to watch out for those while I'm here..." Han muttered, salty with the school's lack of volume management.

Yawning up a storm, a very tired and groggy Slater made his way to Headmaster Toman and the spot teachers were gathering. Another night without a wink of sleep, the dark haired man was mentally kicking himself, annoyed he ended up watching the night go by the day before Initiation Day. He reached into his coat for his cigarettes and lighter, though his tired self went through the wrong one, with his hands on his locket. He sighed, and went to the proper pocket. "I just can't seem to stop...hopefully I can get a boost for the test." He said quietly, lighting himself a smoke. With a deep exhale, energy started rushing in. It wasn't the best way to wake up, but Slater didn't have much other choice.

[InfectedHau]

Ceafoam Riel||Female||17||JAHC||Tagged: Han

Vague stressed noises streamed from C.F.'s mouth as she booked it across campus, patting her pockets frantically looking for her scroll. She knew she hadn't left it in the entrance hall, she'd been checking it before the announcement, but she couldn't seem to find it anywhere either. Which, considering she didn't know where the course start was, was a bit of a problem. She hadn't seen anyone she could have asked for directions, she assumed most of them were already there. All in all, not the most auspicious start to her Huntress career.

Engrossed in her search, C.F. Didn't notice the boy in front of her until she ran face-first into him. Her blue-green skin shifted more towards the blue end as a blush crept into her cheeks. "Sorry!" she exclaimed, still searching her pockets. Seriously, where was it? Had she left it back in the entry hall? There wasn't time to go get it now, she'd have to go back for it later. "Hey, do you have your scroll on you? I can't find mine, and I'm kinda lost."

[Connor.Deviant]

Jin Ren team JACH (Jackfruit)
He was meditating quietly in the grass close to the entrance of the school. When the announcement came on his eyes opened alert. His focus was now his test. He had trained for many years and in return he had not cut his hair once. In a long tradition of his family line he kept his hair long. He quickly stood up and readied his weapon. He had a small smile on his face before walking to the initiation area.

[Luscinia]

Tawny Artiz
Female • Human • 31 • Remnant Studies Teacher • Tags: Open

Tawny walked over to where the teachers and the headmaster were gathering, avoiding eye contact with any of them. Her gaze settled on the progressively growing crowd of students. It was a joyful day for these youths, enough to put a small smile on her face. She remembered her own initiation, Team THSL (thistle.) Herself, her friends Honey and Shelly, and her husband Lincoln. Her nose wrinkled a bit as the acrid scent of a cigarette hit her nose. She didn't say much about it, but Slater did earn himself a discrete glare.

Camellia Rosso
Female • Fox Faunus • 27 • Grimm Studies Teacher • Tags: Slater

Camellia had been up bright and early, one of the first teachers to stand about in the spot where the teachers and headmaster met. Later on, Slater eventually meandered over, clutching a cigarette. A grin swept across her face, scooting over to where Slater ended up standing. "I'm still honestly shocked that you're still a teacher, I swear, you're the worst influence." She jabbed at him playfully. At the very least, she was keeping her voice down. "You look awful, did you not sleep last night or something?"

Malachite Hayashi
Male • Human • 19 • Team MTRX (Leader) • Tags: Open

Malachite just stood about in the initiation area, eyes calmly scanning the area, taking in the appearances of each of his fellow students. One would be his initiation, three would be his future teammates. He could see some students jittering nervously, others straight-up panicking as they ran frantically about the area. He personally felt no need to waste energy on freaking out. Was he nervous? Of course, but he knew that everything would turn out alright. It would take a fool to die during initiation.

Royal Acqua
Male • Fish Faunus • 18 • Team MTRX • Tags: Open

Royal shivered as a breeze struck him, bringing his cloak closer to his body for warmth. He was grateful he didn't get a tail for legs like some fish faunus, and at least he could breathe above water, but it was so hard to stay warm. He glared at the other students who passed by him. Honestly, he couldn't imagine himself working with someone, let alone a whole team. However, his parents drilled it into his head that if he wanted to be a hunter, he had to suck it up and go with it. He could only hope he didn't happen to pair up with a team full of morons.

Stella Arc
Female • Human • 16 • Team SRSE (Leader) • Tags: Open

Stella's heart pounded against her chest, blood roaring in her ears. She'd never been this nervous. This was the same exact school that her Uncle Jaune had attended, albeit rebuilt, and the idea of failure was absolutely mortifying. Worse yet, she was one of the youngest students in the crowd. At the same time, she was thrilled. If all went well, she'd officially be training to become a huntress here at Beacon. She'd officially have a team, which as grumpy as she was, she always loved to have company.

[EqGrl12]

SENO TOMAN
∞ Headmaster ∞ Human ∞ Thirty-Two ∞ Tags - open ∞

Seno stood looking over at the gathering students of the brand-new Beacon Academy. The new building was designed almost completely similar to the previous building. During the fall of Beacon, Seno had tried to save the people and the building but the building fell. He shook his head to get out of the memory and noticed the other teachers making their way over. He stayed quiet as usual for him as he waited for the rest of the students to arrive. The students were almost all gathered, he was just waiting for a few stragglers, and he let out a low sigh before running a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly.

KIRA BELLADONNA
∞ Student ∞ Wolf Faunus ∞ Seventeen ∞ Team RRCK (rocket) ∞ Tags - open ∞

Kira was just finishing organizing her drawers for the third time and refixing her book collection when the announcement came over the loud speaker. Her sensitive hearing, thanks to the wolf characteristics, made the announcement seem much more loud and irritating. Kira sighed, and slipped Aquila into its holster on her right hip before exiting her dorm. The seventeen year old moved quickly and followed a few other stragglers towards the initiation site. Sighing rather lightly, she finally approached the group of gathered students, all huddled near the teachers and headmaster.

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───── “ canary ”
the white haired girl heaved a large sigh and reached up to her hair, combing her fingers through it roughly. she pulled her long locks into two separate french braids on either side of her head, wrapping the ends in individual elastic bands before pulling her bangs out out. she looked up at the speaker and grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. the young branwen sported a toothy grin as she pranced her way to the base camp and fastened her belts around her waist and pulling at the hem of her crop top nervously as she waited. canary bit the inside of her cheek to try and hide her smile, but her excitement escaped her as she impatiently rocked back and forth on her heels.

───── “ ezra ”
the tall male tilted his chin to the intercom, tensing at the loud voice that blared over the system. the faunus rolled his eyes at the painfully loud voice and pulled his scroll from his back pocket, opening it and quickly pulling up the map of the campus. he pulled it closer to his face to study the highlighted trail, squinting his eyes to focus on the red line over the map. as he studied the map, the young man’s feet followed in pursuit, leading him to the locker rooms to pick up his weapon. the male found his locker, quickly putting in his code and pulling out his weapon, arondight, and then heading quickly to the base camp set up at the edge of the campus.

[PPr:Kut]

RHODIE IRONWOOD
The Atleasian young man arrived at the gathering site. Many students still needed to arrive to the scene, but the ones there were enough to evaluate that the squads were going to be made up of some interesting individuals. All of which gave Rhodie a sigh of worry; he was confident in his skills as a warrior, but his father made sure to remind him that life isn't a battlefield, and sooner or later, Rhodie would have to be more social in peaceful times. Taking a deep breath, he decided to try and be social to the first person who caught his attention. He turned to the young wolf faunus girl next to him. "Ahem. So I um...how do you do?" He asked her calmly, though his voice was as steady as an electrical current, shaking with awkwardness.

HAN SORO
Mere seconds after finally recovering from the ear piercing announcement, a girl Han's age walked right into his backside. Perhaps he was going to slow? Doing his best to dampen his ire with the P.A system, Han gave a cheeky smirk to his fellow faunus, showing off his impressive incisors. "That's a fine way of saying hello." He said to her, making sure his tone came off as friendly, yet spicing it with his mischievious nature.

JAMES SLATER
Slater looked up to see fellow professor Camellia speak to him in her signature cheeky demeanor. The fox faunus was one of the first people he met when he entered Beacon, so in a sense, she was essentially his closest acquaintance. Though her nosey and playful nature was probably the only glue that held their "relationship" together. Nonetheless, Camellia's pep often helped him through the day. "Sleep is for the weak. I'll get plenty when I retire." Slater muttered quietly, trying to make a joke spark through his nonchalant tone.

[seolar]

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𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙨 "𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙭"

16∙female∙rabbit faunus
tagged; open
mentions; none
team; mtrx

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jaymes pulled her orange hair into a ponytail, dusting off her bolero. the faunus sported a cocky grin. her caramel-chocolate eyes glistening with determination. jaymie felt completely prepared for her test. she’d been taking pictures all day, though she was fairly certain she’d stick to the copy cat weapon she was used to. her trusty orange destroyer, courtesy of imitateur. she’d already been waiting at the gathering area for a bit. the orange haired rabbit faunus was far too excited to not be one of the earliest. she popped her knuckles, her grin still unwavering. the small scarlatina was determined to be the best out there, so she could only hope for a capable team. ”this’ll be great.” jaymes laughed, her austrailian accent apparent.

[InfectedHau]

Ceafoam Riel||Female||17||JAHC||Tagged: Han

"Sorry," C.F. said sheepishly. "I'm just trying to figure out where the test is gonna be, and they said they had a map on our scrolls, and I can't figure out where I- oh. Oh, there it is." The Faunus' hand emerged from one of her blade holsters, clutching her scroll. Who put it in there? She certainly hadn't. Holsters were for blades, not for phones. "Well, emergency over then, I guess," C.F. said, chuckling slightly. "I'm Ceafoam, by the way, but you can call me C.F. Are you new here too?'

[ara vhen'an !]

♃ յ υ ᴘ ι т ε я xx v α s ι ʟ ι α s
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♃ he/him ⋄ team ⋄ electrical sight ⋄
♃ location: academy path ⋄ form ⋄ #ezra ⋄

xxxxxxxxa soft sigh graced jupiter's lips as the intercom went off, signaling for all the new students to gather for their initiation test. if he was honest, he wasn't really looking forward to the course. he came here to be a huntsman, sure, but he was beginning to wonder why he was here, why he was to train to be a huntsman. surely not because he wanted to be, because he didn't want to be or do anything, aside from disappear. a ghost, drifting through space, silently observing but void of any responsibilities. that sounded like a dream to the blue-haired faunus. maybe he would finally be well rested and not feel the crushing weight of the world on his shoulders, two things he would be pretty satisfied with, and that's saying something.

xxxxxxxxeither way, he wasn't going to worry about it now. he'd save that for when he's alone and has time to reflect and think about how he feels. pulling out his scroll, he absentmindedly stared at the screen, not really seeing what's on it aside for the shifting colors and light changes, swiping at the holographic screen and messing with it to eventually pull up verbal directions to the initiation area before heading into the hall for to grab his weapon out of his locker, sending small, harmless electric currents through the floor from the soles of his feet to gauge where he was. cat's bite, his long-recurve bow hybrid, was in as good of a shape as ever. he ran his fingers over the smooth wood and cool metal that it was made out of, sending pulses through it to check for damage, and once it was cleared, he mounted it on his back along with his quiver filled with arrows. they were already dust-tipped and prepared for battle, a bit out of character, seeing as he seemed to never be able to keep his life together, but he assumed he did it out of boredom earlier.

xxxxxxxxwith his straps adjusted, he listened to the instructions his scroll gave him through his headphones, sending out pulses to find landmarks and avoid walking into others. while jupiter typically needed help getting around via his semblance and his scroll, he could just vaguely make out colors and shapes, his blindness not yet deteriorated so far as to take away the entirety of his sight. he could just barely make out the pale grey colors of the walkway, the green of the grass and the silhouettes of buildings and pole and archways, though details sort of fly over his head. angling his head down to adjust his headphones, he missed a few steps and failed to send out currents, leading him to stumble and bump into someone, shoulder knocking into the back of theirs as he lurched forward, his free hand putting pressure on the other person's arm briefly as he went rigid to stop himself from toppling over, sending a harmless current through them out of instinct before pulling his hand away and stepping away quickly. blinking his blurry eyes, he 'looked' up at the person, acknowledging their presence, taking note of a blur of black around their head that seems to be hair, and a bit of green around their forearms. jupiter thought about not saying anything and just continuing on his way, but considering he had paused, he figured he might as well try. "sorry," the faunus whispered, voice incredibly soft toned and gravelly, before taking a few more steps back, cat tail curled around his leg as he took even more steps back, person blurrier than before, as he prepared to leave should the person not have beef with him.

☿ q υ ι c к s ι ʟ ᴠ ε я xx ε ᴠ ε и т ι ᴅ ε
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☿ he/him ⋄ team ⋄ gasxiety ⋄
☿ location: initiation area ⋄ form ⋄ #x ⋄

xxxxxxxxrunning a hand through his choppy silver hair, quicksilver cursed silently to himself as he threw on his crop hoodie, pulling his head through the hole roughly, not situating it on his body before dropping to the ground to throw on his ankle high-tops, tightening their straps before pushing himself up onto the balls of his feet, letting out an annoyed huff. the voice on the intercom had just barely woken him up, so he was trying desperately to get dressed and ready before he was late to his own initiation. tears pricked at his eyes as he started to panic, and he paused what he was doing to do breathing exercises to calm himself down, tears rolling down his freckled cheeks as he fidgeted with a ring around his finger and breathed, in, out, deep and slow. the teenager was aware that he was wasting time and that he should get going, but he sat there, pulling his ring on and off, heterochromatic eyes closed, until he could breathe properly again. quicksilver sighed: that was a close one. he was rather lucky he was able to calm himself down so easily, though he had practice in this sort of affair. anxiety attacks were not rare for the short boy to experience, as he had them near-daily, but after learning that his semblance affects others around him when he's upset, he's learned to do his best to control his emotions so that he doesn't hurt others. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. it just happened to work this time.

xxxxxxxxquicksilver nearly bit off his own tongue after realizing how long he spent calming himself down. grabbing his scroll, he looked at the time only briefly, before shutting it, sticking it into a pocket, and racing out into the locker hall to grab his weapons. inputting the code, he pulled out his twin daggers, dawn and dusk, clipping their sheaths onto his belt without even looking at them. he usually did heavy inspections of his gear before going out, but right now, he had no time to check, and as he raced out into the courtyard to approach the initiation area, he hoped to whatever gods were out there that nothing was wrong and everything would be okay. the teenager approached the group of students and teachers, breathing heavily, but smiling. glad to have made it in time, he quietly mingled in with everyone else as he waited to be told what to do.

🜏 ι и к xx ᴠ ι т я ι o ʟ
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🜏 he/him ⋄ battlefield safety ⋄ black acid ⋄
🜏 location: initiation area ⋄ form ⋄ #tawny [mentioned: james, camellia] ⋄

xxxxxxxxthe older man grumbled to himself as he fixed one of his wrist cuffs, rimming it with his finger to straighten it out before shifting on his foot, crossing his arms across his chest as he watched the students gather for their initiation. his pale blue-grey eyes were sharp as he observed them, watching how each of them hold themselves, how they interact with others, and the weapons they carried. these were his new students. provided they pass, he was going to get to know these students as he taught them how to be huntsmen and huntresses. in a way, that brought a warm feeling in his chest, his maternal instincts already starting to kick in, but it also brought unsavory feelings. one's of mild fear and reluctance. he didn't want to get to know all these young people if there was a chance they were going to die before him. he didn't want to pour time and energy and love and pride into these teenagers, only for them to be empty husks in a few years. he didn't want to, and yet, he continued to stand there, tapping the toes of his foot on the ground, wondering who was going to be paired with who, and how he was going to drill his information into all of their heads.

xxxxxxxxeventually, though, enough students poured in to the point he felt a bit encroached on, so he retreated closer to his fellow professors, nodding to james and camellia, but walking past them to stand beside tawny. ink knew her as a quieter person outside of class, so he hoped he would be spared from a long, boring conversation by being near her instead of camellia and her usual rowdy behavior. "tawny." he greeted firmly, nodding to her pleasantly. despite being grim-looking, he liked to think he got along well enough with his fellow professors. the faunus adjusted his wings to get more comfortable, extending them slightly to rearrange some feathers before retracting them and tucking them again against his back and sides. his right wing was perfectly fine, but his left was rather mangled, mostly damaged around his secondary bones and radiale, leaving his left wing unable to extend all the way and sit heavier and lower than the right wing. ink used to hide his left wing so that others wouldn't see it, but it's been a few years since the incident, and he has grown to live with it, though that didn't mean it didn't still bother him at times. rolling his shoulders, he huffed, leaning against oblivion dream, his staff, his black-blue hair cascading down his back in it's ponytail.