Because thus far the Process has not figured out a better method.
Hold It In (RWBY/Transistor)
- Thread starter Prok
- Start date
- Crossover
RoninSword
Sky God
- Location
- Canada
The Process is little more than an infant still, for all that its an AI that learns fast.
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
IF I HEAR 'SHARP SCRATCH' ONE MORE TIME THE ONLY PLACE THIS CANNULA IS GOING IS UP YOUR ARSE, NURSE RATCHED-
It did dissipate it at extreme rates- into a cremation chamber for a two-for-one deal. If it hadn't had to do that, there was a minor chance it would have survived, yes, but that's still an intense amount of heat for it to be dealing with- it wouldn't be a guarantee that it survived.
As far as shifting heat into different dimensions and teleporting it to other places, those just aren't things it's capable of yet- nothing the Process has done, to my admittedly butter-soft knowledge on the subject, besides the obvious caveats necessary for something like it to exist in the first place, outright breaks the laws of physics.
That's not to say you won't be getting there eventually, but anything that... let's go with esoteric, is a long while off yet.
I did sort of gloss over that, in hindsight- he did get to an infirmary with a minimum of grumbling, and I'll add that in to the actual update before I forget.
That was... last Wednesday, in-quest, so you now have 8 days and change to go before the Transistor can tell you about it.Huh ... just found this again. Wonder what's going on there and how many days have passed since then. And how many years IRL it will take to finish running down the timer. Especially relevant considering the current vote.
The lack of half-decent pictures/drawings of them are 90% of the reason they're underrated!
A black dress and an apron
...that is an underrated design?
Fashion, regrettably, is only as good as its representation, and the soviet schoolgirl uniform is very badly represented without some serious digging.
Ice Dust is a blend of Air/Water Dust- you wouldn't find it in raw ore, and mixing Dust is, well, an art more than a science.
An art practised with very long tongs and the kind of cotton overcoats you could lose a man in- the Process will probably be able to do it, but it'll probably take out a few facilities in the, er, process, before they figure out all the tricks.
Anyway, with that, the vote is closed, and leaving it a few days to beat the boys up over their stupidity wins!
Update will be up HAHAHAHAHAHA WOW I CAN'T EVEN TYPE THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE ANYMORE
More seriously- can someone roll me a flat d20?
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Posting to roll
I think you misunderstood. I wasn't talking about the sci-fi "dimension as a plane of existence" but instead the mathematical concept (point->line->square->cube->tesseract), and that higher dimensional shapes have much higher surface area through which to release heat.
But now that I think about it more, the higher-dimensional Process probably didn't have the heat, but instead the 3d claytronic materials it puppets did.
- Location
- Hell
It is still just a black dress and apron, it is a maid outfit
That is why you cannot find any without digging, it goes under a different name now.
you want her to be a Russian maid tho, more power to you then ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
Y'know, going back over this again, I'm struck by a realization. There's a ton of people with a bunch of really advanced skills in this class, and not a single one of them is sociable. Even Yang uses the party girl thing as more of a facade.
Beacon Academy class of '84 is an absolute carnival of social disasters who can slay monsters with a collective 70% efficiency rating.
(84 because Jaune's birth year on his ID was 63, he's 17, and Beacon lasts 4 years, so it's '80 now and will be '84 on graduation.)
Beacon Academy class of '84 is an absolute carnival of social disasters who can slay monsters with a collective 70% efficiency rating.
(84 because Jaune's birth year on his ID was 63, he's 17, and Beacon lasts 4 years, so it's '80 now and will be '84 on graduation.)
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
That's... I dunno. I genuinely don't know which outcome was generally preferred among the thread, so I genuinely can't tell if the roll was good or bad for you.
You know what, I'll say this- it means I get to use the snippet I've already got half-written in another google doc, so the update's already going way faster than before!
No, that's exactly what I meant. The Process as an intelligence resides in a higher dimension, but its physical form specifically resides in the third dimension. Imagine it like drawing a picture for a human- a three-dimensional being working in a two-dimensional medium. Right now, the Process understands how to work the third dimension just fine, but what you're suggesting would be the equivalent of drawing a building that's on fire, then burning your hand on it.
Now, that's not to say the Process can't eventually learn how to work in higher dimensions- hell, it'll be outright necessary once you reach a certain level if you want to keep progressing in certain fields- but for the moment, its physical presence is purely inhabiting the same dimensions you are, and it can manipulate a fourth physical dimension no more than you can.
If my experience with being part of two classes of massive introverts and socially-stunted fools is anything to go by, either they'll all split off into tiny groups of people that barely interact with anyone outside of that group, or the entire class of 40 people will become one massive group of friends, regardless of how narrow the intersection is on the Venn diagram of their collective interests, purely because they're a bunch of compatible personalities, with absolutely no inbetween.
Maybe my college classes are just weird like that.
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- Location
- Hell
Not even going to try and defend the maid outfit, huh? Nice
So just three months instead of four?
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
I think being a massive nerd for one thing gives you enough insight to the nerds of other things that it becomes easy to become interested yourself, even if you don't go as deep.
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
Just finished reading up to the present in this, and boy oh boy is it beautiful.
[X] A few days from now- you want to at least take a few days to, a) recover from your major brain trauma, b) figure out exactly how deep-seated this new paranoia is and how to excise it, and c) SHOVE YOUR BOOT SO FAR UP THE TRANSISTOR'S CPU SOCKET THAT YOU LEAVE INDIVIDUAL SOLEPRINTS ON EVERY PIN. (The boys will be properly cowed for the meeting, and you'll have had some time to cool off. Granted, so will he. Risk losing the chance to show him something rare. Risk gaining the chance to do something rarer.)
I'm interested to see what Jaune and Ozpin's conversation turns into given some time for both of them to cool off.
[X] A few days from now- you want to at least take a few days to, a) recover from your major brain trauma, b) figure out exactly how deep-seated this new paranoia is and how to excise it, and c) SHOVE YOUR BOOT SO FAR UP THE TRANSISTOR'S CPU SOCKET THAT YOU LEAVE INDIVIDUAL SOLEPRINTS ON EVERY PIN. (The boys will be properly cowed for the meeting, and you'll have had some time to cool off. Granted, so will he. Risk losing the chance to show him something rare. Risk gaining the chance to do something rarer.)
I'm interested to see what Jaune and Ozpin's conversation turns into given some time for both of them to cool off.
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Beacon, Cycle 1: Extracurriculars()
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
Hey if you're gonna just stab me in the back like that could you aim a little lower and to the right there's an itch there I can never quite get-
For a moment, you do consider just marching up to his office the moment the clock strikes 8, but almost as soon as the thought occurs to you, a wave of fatigue settles in your head like a leaden blanket.
The stresses of the day make themselves known in much the same way a pack of labradors will, which is to say they pile on you all at once and don't let you up no matter how much you struggle, and you almost find it a struggle to stay standing.
Your head begin to pulse with pain, but it's only a fatigue headache. That, you can rub out of your temples without thinking about it.
"Jaune? You okay?" Lumen asks, concern creeping up his face as he watches you sway a little.
"I'm fine, I'm fine- just… everything that's happened today finally catching up to me. It's just a headache, I'm fine."
As the others get off your bed, you settle back onto it, gently rubbing at your temples to massage the pain away.
"Ugh… I think… it's probably a good idea to leave it a couple of days. Going into this so... raw, is probably a bad idea."
"So, you gonna turn in for the night?" Lumen asks you,
"I should, yeah-" you say just in time for a jaw-popping yawn to pull itself from your deepest core, straining your face to its very limits.
"Good lord, yes you should," Creme says, holding back giggles that quickly shifts to become a yawn all of its own. "I should probably hit the hay too, what time is it?"
Your eyes instinctively flick to the clock in the bottom-right of your field of view, and after a moment of uninhibited glee that you can do that again, you inform her that it's only just past eleven o'clock.
"Really?" Ada asks, eye widening in disbelief as she takes a moment to glance out into the inky darkness of night, the outside world invisible for the lights still on in your room. "God, I thought it was like, eight or something."
"It's been a long day, and we've been unpacking for a few hours now," Lumen points out, just before the yawn passes to him too. "Hah- I might join you, now that I think about it. That really does sneak up on you, doesn't it?"
Ada does not comment, instead too busy covering her mouth as her jaw achieves a truly snakelike angle as she finishes the cycle. Everyone agrees that, despite the collective feeling that you should be able to stay up for a little while longer, it's probably best to turn in early for the night.
Everyone slips away to get changed into whatever bedwear they have, then begins to settle in for the night, the Transistor dimming as low as it can go as the lights turn off, shifting its cooler parts to something greener. It sits in the corner with Creme and Lumen's weapons- you note that Ada keeps hers by her nightstand- its eye glowing like the last embers in a fire.
"Goodnight, you three," Creme says from somewhere to your left.
"Goodnight, Creme," you reply, Ada mumbling something to much the same effect a moment later.
{Goodnight, Jaune.}
Sleep well.
Sweet dreams, sysadmin!
Goodnight, you three.
Lumen does not reply, and you realise quickly that he's already asleep, not even thirty seconds after the light's gone off. You would almost be jealous, if you didn't do much the same moments after your head hit the pillow.
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"What Huntress is scared of the dark?" Roll: 7. "One that knows the things that live there."
Your name is Lumen Tessaro, and you wake in the instant before anything goes wrong.
Really, that alone is a shocking amount of insight, to wake up and realise that you're not going back to sleep for a long while, before you even hear Ada give a strangled squeak, the rush of something moving through the air at speed, and then the sound of metal screeching against something almost, but not entirely, like crystal glass.
That's… you figure that's probably your cue to get up, as you crane your neck to get a better view of what's going on. You're not sure of the time, but the moon is low now, its light streaming through the window and illuminating the tableau in front of you.
Ada, guttering like a candle flame in high wind, lying on the floor and staring at the Transistor, which has an inches-deep gouge in its eye, her machete on the floor next to it.
"Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God I'm sorry," she whispers between breaths, quickly devolving into outright hyperventilation.
You hear rustling from your far left- Creme's started to stir, but Jaune is still sleeping like a baby, for someone who's just had their medical aid stabbed.
You don't begrudge him it.
"Mmph… Ada? What's…" Creme mumbles from underneath her sheets, and when she finally sits up and takes the situation in, she manages just about the only response someone can manage here.
"... Oh."
Ada's already started to curl up on herself, bringing her knees against her chest and hugging them close. Her eye is wide, but it's not really focusing on anything- just sort of staring into the middle distance.
"I'm sorry, fuck, I just- I-I woke up and I saw all that red and I thought it was-"
"Hey, hey, calm down," Creme coos as she gets out of her bed, shivering a little as the blankets come off, and slowly moves towards the girl. Once she gets down close, the tip of her tail just barely touching the floor, she gently places an arm around Ada.
It passes straight through with absolutely zero resistance and sets her… flickering off ten times worse. A solid thirty seconds must pass before she actually looks like a person again instead of a walking CCTS signal glitch.
Silently, you do much the same, moving slowly, testing the carpet for any errant squeaky boards as you creep towards them. You crouch down nearby, and just make sure you have her attention instead of going to touch her.
… You do not have enough orange luxin in your body for this holy shit-
"Ada."
Silence.
"Ada, what did you think it was?"
I want you to tell me that much because I have no idea what else to ask you, you don't say. You just try not to sigh instead.
"... Grimm eye."
You glance at the Transistor for a second, and, one, note that it's still floating there like nothing happened, and two...
A moment of imagination, of seeing that staring at you from between the trees in the night, cold, alone... where did that come from? Agh, not the point- you turn the visual over in your head, looking at it from this angle and that, and come to the conclusion that it's not... a horribly inaccurate assumption to make.
It's a dim red light in the dark. You genuinely can't say you wouldn't have reacted the same way.
"Oh, honey…" Creme mumbles, entirely at a loss for how to deal with this without hugging the problem away, and you can't help but empathise.
You too are hilariously out of your depth.
"I fucked up. I fucked up so bad, I can't even sleep in the same room as you all without breaking something important, I'm so so sorry-"
She trails off into silence, and for some reason… it occurs to you that she isn't crying. You don't even know why that occurs to you, besides some general sense that… she should be crying?
You can't even begin to imagine what that says about you, more than her.
Searching for something else to say, it once again occurs to you that the Transistor doesn't actually seem all that bothered by the gouge.
… And is smaller than it was the last time you looked at it.
The damage actually gives you a better look at how the Transistor is constructed, hundreds of thousands of borderline microscopic strands of that crystal material, glowing at the ends like fibre optic cable, sliding back into place with a sound like glass beads rolling over each other, broken strands fusing together with tiny flashes of light.
Within thirty seconds, the Transistor looks like it was never touched, and then it turns to face you all and you actually have to suppress the urge to, yeah, follow in Ada's footsteps.
You watch the red eye, quashing your perfectly rational fear as it flickers out for a second, something that actually scares you more-
And then it flickers into a deep, almost viridian colour, slightly darker and slightly greener than its outer shell, and you finally realise what it's doing.
No red eye, no problem.
The three of you stare at it in varying levels of awe and wonder, and once it finishes, you just…
Kind of, stop to accept that you're now in a world where your immediate problems have completely solved themselves on all fronts.
"... Um," Ada starts. "Well… okay then."
She seems to be at a genuine loss for how to deal with this. Frankly, so are you.
"Well. Problem solved, I suppose," Creme says. "So… are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, really-" Ada starts, only to be interrupted by her own flickering, like a violent jerk into nonexistence.
She winces at that, and you can't stop yourself from raising a concerned eyebrow, because fading out of reality does not a fine Ada make.
"... Okay, so maybe I'm still a little shaken up. It's nothing, really, I'll get over myself-"
Creme shuffles forward on her knees and places her hands on the other girl's shoulders, this time actually making contact, thank God. She turns Ada to look at her, staring the smaller girl right in the eyes as she makes her concerns known.
"Ada Doyle, this is so very obviously not nothing that I'm a little scared that you think you need to lie to me about it. If there's something you need to talk about, please don't hide it from us."
Ada stares at her for a moment, eye wide, and you do wonder for a moment if, perhaps, she might start crying, and you find yourself disappointed- not disappointed, no, gods, other thing, fuck, what is it- you find your expectations subverted, yet again.
Instead, she just breaks eye contact with Creme, huffs a little sigh, and finally relents.
"Look, really, it's nothing, it's just… dumb, that's all. I'm just..."
You don't catch the next bit, unfortunately.
"What was that?"
"I said I'm scared of the dark."
You almost have to struggle back a laugh, but before the urge actually makes it all the way from your frontal lobe to your mouth, the Recontextualisation Gnoll starts screaming in triumph and rooting around in your long-term memory for something-
Oh no.
Your final exam. You fucking moron.
Okay, just, stomp it down, stomp the mortification down, you didn't know- who are you kidding you gave her shit about it less than five minutes after meeting Jaune-
Creme prompts her to elaborate, but you miss exactly what she says, you're so wrapped up in your own head.
"When I… when I left Bridge, and, after I left… whatever the hell the next town over was," Ada continues, "I was… I slept rough, I guess is the best way to put it. For, maybe, a week, before I found a caravan. I was, alone, and I was terrified, and… I guess I was thrown into the deep end. I must have killed… fuck, I don't even know how many Grimm, back then."
You stay quiet. Even if you didn't think she wasn't finished, you just…
Don't even know what to say.
"... Is that… why you work as an exterminator?" Creme asks, sounding so completely uncertain about her own words that you actually find it a little impressive that she even bothered to finish the sentence.
Ada huffs a little, managing a little smile that never quite reaches her eyes.
"Do what you know, right? But no, Tobson- er, my boss- was actually part of the caravan, just, hitchhiking his way back from one of the outlying villages he had a contract with, and when I told them what happened, what I'd been doing…"
The smile changes, warming up as she explores more pleasant memories, you assume.
"... The first fucking thing he did was offer me a job, y'know? Figured, hey, this kid's spent three weeks killing Grimm and all she has to show for it is a broken wrist and a bad ankle, she must be a natural. He gave me a job, he took care of me until I was ready to move out… I, I owe him my life."
"He sounds like a good person," Creme says, smiling at her, before glancing at you.
By this point, you've just completely buried your face in your hands and have been slowly trying to creep away from the entire scene lest your mortification ruin the mood, but it's too late for that it seems.
"... Lumen? You good?" Ada asks you after a moment.
"I am so sorry about the combat exam I genuinely had no idea about any of this back then I would change literally everything I did if I could-"
Ada strangles a laugh down to a snort, the sound surprising enough to drag you out of your own skull for a second and look at her. Then she sees the look on your face, and her smile fades.
"... Seriously? You really feel bad about that?" she asks, sounding very much like she's having a hard time believing it.
You stare at her, stunned by this apparent apathy towards your sudden attack of guilt.
"Of course I do, I just found out that I fucked about with someone's phobias," you reply, hoping that's enough of an explanation. "That's… really not cool."
Ada blinks, then shakes her head, just, choosing to leave it be, you guess.
… Well, if that's what she's gonna do, you guess it's nothing to be worried about. It's something to worry about later, you guess.
"... So… you good?" Creme asks her once more.
"Yeah, I, er, I think I'm fine," Ada answers her. "I'll just treat it like a nightmare."
"Mm," you hum noncommittally, "my little sisters treated nightmares by bugging me in the middle of the night, but I don't think you'd appreciate being told you can sleep in my bed the same way they do."
You get a quickly muffled but definitely scandalised laugh from Creme- even Ada cracks a smile after a moment of trying to stoneface you.
Ah. A job well done.
Once everyone's back in bed, and your body clamours for sleep once more, you hear something from the other side of the room.
"... Thank you," Ada mumbles, and you can hear the relief in her voice even if you can't see it on her face.
"It's no problem, honey," Creme manages while she struggles through a yawn. "Mm… goodnight, Ada. Lumen."
"Goodnight, girls."
And then, you are left with only yourself to talk to.
… You pull your Scroll from the nightstand and see that it's apparently only just past 2am.
Hm. Earlier than you thought.
Figuring all that blue light's just killed your melatonin production, you pull up your texts and see who's online-
Oh, that cutie from the airship, nice-
-So what's keeping you up then-
-nothing much lmao-
-my teammates snore-
-like-
-chainsaw loud-
-also one of them is a major ass and i'm just tryna process how i feel about him-
-Damn-
-One of mine had a nightmare, woke me and the other girl up-
-lmao what-
-no sorry that was mean-
-what was she having a nightmare about?-
-So you know the other guy on my team, with the big floating sword?-
-Yeah it still floats when he's asleep-
-In the dark-
-With a big, red glowing circle for an eye-
-... k yeah I think I see where this is going-
-Mm-
-We dealt with it, she's fine, it, uh, changed colour-
-It has a green eye now-
-So tell me about your ass of a teammate-
-don't think im not coming back to that colour changing thing mister-
-but oh my god he is the WORST-
-like-
-i know you're not supposed to say anything if you don't have anything nice to say but holy shit he's just such a fucking slimeball-
-we haven't even known each other for a full day and he already acts like he's so superior to the rest of us-
-not only is he just a dickhead but i genuinely wouldn't be surprised if he was part of one of those humanity first and only groups-
-the worst part is that he's just whispering this poison into the others ears and i don't feel like they're-
-you know-
-AS OPPOSED TO THESE VIEWS AS THEY SHOULD BE-
-god-
-you know i actually thought i might feel comfortable coming out here but with him around now im genuinely not sure if that's such a good idea-
-i don't know HOW ass backwards he is but i'm really not gonna taking that chance-
-Wow, that genuinely sucks-
-...-
-I'mma pants him-
-i'll point him out tomorrow, he deserves it lmao-
-oh thank god the snorer finally rolled over-
-sweet silence-
-i'm gonna try and get to sleep while i can-
-goodnight!-
-Goodnight, Sky-
-nothing much lmao-
-my teammates snore-
-like-
-chainsaw loud-
-also one of them is a major ass and i'm just tryna process how i feel about him-
-Damn-
-One of mine had a nightmare, woke me and the other girl up-
-lmao what-
-no sorry that was mean-
-what was she having a nightmare about?-
-So you know the other guy on my team, with the big floating sword?-
-Yeah it still floats when he's asleep-
-In the dark-
-With a big, red glowing circle for an eye-
-... k yeah I think I see where this is going-
-Mm-
-We dealt with it, she's fine, it, uh, changed colour-
-It has a green eye now-
-So tell me about your ass of a teammate-
-don't think im not coming back to that colour changing thing mister-
-but oh my god he is the WORST-
-like-
-i know you're not supposed to say anything if you don't have anything nice to say but holy shit he's just such a fucking slimeball-
-we haven't even known each other for a full day and he already acts like he's so superior to the rest of us-
-not only is he just a dickhead but i genuinely wouldn't be surprised if he was part of one of those humanity first and only groups-
-the worst part is that he's just whispering this poison into the others ears and i don't feel like they're-
-you know-
-AS OPPOSED TO THESE VIEWS AS THEY SHOULD BE-
-god-
-you know i actually thought i might feel comfortable coming out here but with him around now im genuinely not sure if that's such a good idea-
-i don't know HOW ass backwards he is but i'm really not gonna taking that chance-
-Wow, that genuinely sucks-
-...-
-I'mma pants him-
-i'll point him out tomorrow, he deserves it lmao-
-oh thank god the snorer finally rolled over-
-sweet silence-
-i'm gonna try and get to sleep while i can-
-goodnight!-
-Goodnight, Sky-
You close your Scroll, and your eyes, and try to do much the same.
… You wonder if there's anywhere nearby you could grab something to eat with him?
Before you get much further in that line of thought, your eyes gently flutter shut, and fall face-first into sleep.
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The morning comes, you get dressed and learn that two bathrooms for two people is quite possibly the closest you will ever come to experiencing Nirvana compared to the setup you're used to, and then the four of you and the rest of the first-years are ushered off to the ballroom once more.
This time, though, you're not given a sleeping bag and told to fight for your right to not have someone's crotch in your face while you sleep- instead, there are a bunch of vinyl chairs that have been set up for you all. In front of you, with a portable projector screen behind her, is Professor Goodwitch, her hands still covered in bandages, waiting for people to settle down.
In deference to your classmates coming unarmed, you set the Transistor down just outside the door, waiting for orientation to end.
You notice Naia, just sort of milling next to his seat at the edge of the row, obviously a little unsure of it. In short, uncertain movements, he lowers himself onto it gingerly, wincing every time the poor thing creaks under his weight.
{Those chairs are reinforced. It'll hold.}
"Good morning, everyone, I hope you slept well. My name is Professor Glynda Goodwitch, and I will be teaching your combat classes for the duration of your stay at Beacon, alongside the Glyphcraft elective, should you take it.
Beacon Academy strives to ensure that you leave this place the best Huntsmen and Huntresses you possibly could have become- our facilities are second to none in these regards. However, we also wish to ensure that you leave Beacon, not only as world-class Huntsmen and Huntresses, but also as people with skills that lie beyond the scope of hunting Grimm. As such, when you get your timetables, you'll notice a few blank spots where classes should be- those are your elective slots, and after you acquire your timetables, you will be brought to the amphitheatre to sign up for them. There are enough slots in each elective for all of you, so there will be no need to fight for a place. On that note-"
She waves a hand, and a pile of papers you only just noticed on a small table next to her flits into the air, floating off into the crowd, dodging those who try to catch them, and eventually landing in laps and waiting hands. You gently pluck the one headed for you from the air, and realise that it's your timetable.
Before you can get much more than that, problems begin to emerge.
"... Uh…" Creme mumbles, before raising her voice again, "is there a, I'm so sorry I'm probably going to butcher this- Kap-eye-la Agni?"
A tan hand rises on the other side of the crowd, belonging to a heavily tattooed girl- intricate ones, at that, the kind that must have taken hours to do. The boy next to her, fairly short, red hair, and a pair of cover-all sunglasses, gets up and approaches someone else with some confidence.
"I am here, and it is pronounced Kapih-la. You are… Na-ee-a Sendoa?" the girl, Kapila, you suppose, says, butchering Naia's name in much the same way.
"Your name is Mel Saff, yes?"
"... Yeah. How did you know?"
"That's me- uh, Dove Bronzewing?" Naia announces from directly behind Kapila, looking around for the next in the chain. You note, even from the other side of the room, that the plastic in his chair has started to whiten in spots where his weight has caused it to buckle.
{See? Holding.}
That's semantics and you damn well know it-
"Saff is a name derived from the colour of the saffron spice, no? You're the only one here I've seen wearing that much yellow and orange, besides myself and my Pila."
"... Fair enough. Um, you're not Sky Lark by any chance, are you?"
"No, but he does have my timetable, so I'm happy to give it to him for you."
"Oh. Thanks!"
"It is no trouble, friend."
"Ah, my apologies- I must have not memorised the pile properly. Well, I'll give you a moment to sort that out," Professor Goodwitch says, managing to curb her embarrassment down to an apologetic smile.
Considering the number of people now gently chatting away to others they otherwise wouldn't have, rapidly making friends the whole time, you don't believe for a second that it wasn't entirely intentional.
It's… something about it doesn't sit right with you, though.
{… Still better than forced fun though.}
And just like that, your qualms on the matter have evaporated.
In all honesty, assuming it wasn't intentional, she did quite well- about three-quarters of the class ended up with the correct timetables, and you take a moment to actually look at yours.
"Mel?"
"Huh?"
It's a fair spread, all things considered- Monday to Friday, half-day Saturday, roughly six classes a day from 8 to 4, followed by something called 'Self-Directed Sparring,' you see Combat Instruction, Weapon Creation and Upkeep, History, Grimm Studies, Dust Alchemy, which, haha you know which class you're flunking this year-
"... How did that guy know Sky Lark had his timetable?"
"Uh… that's… huh."
Uh, Core Skills, you're not, entirely sure what that is, and...
Blue, what's… Semblance Counselling?
{Offhand? Probably making sure that your Semblance is under control. I see it on-}
Ah-!
{A few timetables, I was going to say. Not all of them, but obviously enough people that they felt the need to force the issue. All in the same slots, actually- could be a kind of support group thing.}
But… you have your Semblance under control.
{Jaune, you have to open-carry something that probably breaks several peace agreements to keep your Semblance in check. That is not, by anyone else's standards, 'under control.'}
Despite your friend's justifications, you actually find yourself feeling just…
A little offended, maybe? It's vague enough that you actually do struggle to put it into words, but it's, there. You feel something negative towards the idea of this, mandatory counselling.
Look, you've been doing just fine with your Semblance, thank you very much.
{Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it, okay? We don't know what it entails besides its name, and group therapy helps more than just you. You being there as the guy that, for lack of a better word, won, over their Semblance, is helpful to others, even if you personally don't benefit from it. They figure, hey, if he can do it, why can't I?}
Not to mention we are in something of a unique position to help people who can't control their Semblances.
… You know they're right, but it's still…
It rubs you the wrong way, and you don't know why.
With a sigh and a silent admission that yesterday may have left your pride ever so slightly tenderised, you commit the timetable to memory, folding the physical copy up and putting it in your jacket's breast pocket for the moment.
"Does everyone have the correct timetable?" Goodwitch asks, to a chorus of confirmations. "Excellent. Now, there are a few rules to follow regarding your choices- to reiterate, the purpose of these electives is to give you an opportunity to develop skills beyond the act of hunting. As such, while we do offer a selection of topics that deal with more niche or esoteric topics of being a Huntsman or Huntress, you must take at least one civilian elective this year. Besides that, you have your choice of up to four separate electives- does anyone have any questions?"
There is a moment of silence, a pause for questions, perhaps- but nobody capitalises on it, whether through a perfect understanding of what's been explained or simply an unwillingness to actually ask them.
"No? Excellent. If you will just follow me-"
The amphitheatre is only a short walk from the ballroom, since they reside in the same wing of the school, and is much more cramped than last night, now that it's been filled with row after row of stalls and tables, each one advertising a different elective, running the gamut of interests from cookery to various arts to computer science, from foreign language classes to gardening to- to guerilla gardening, apparently, which, explains why you found so many small patches of vegetation on your walk through the gardens when you got here, to things more in line with a Huntsman Academy.
Just at a glance, you can see Gunmanship, CQC Training, Aura Arts, Medical Training, Ammunition Customisation…
There are a lot of electives, is your point.
"Well- take a look around, talk to the representatives, ask questions, and sign up for your electives. Once everyone is done, you'll have the rest of the day to familiarise yourself with the campus. Now, should anyone be interested in Glyphcraft as an elective, I'll be at table 43."
With that, she walks off, and the group's left to explore, mingle, and actually try to quantify what they're interested in.
"Oh, wow, that's…" Creme trails off, the sheer overwhelming choice stunning her into silence.
You have to agree with her- it is just a little staggering. There must be at least a few dozen electives in here- more than you would reasonably expect in a school where the entry-level class is all of 40 people.
{Must be a lot of overlap- they do give you up to four electives.}
Mm.
"... Welp, I'm gonna have a look around- meet back here in twenty, go explore the place?" Lumen says, scanning the place for… something, you guess.
"Sounds, like a plan, I guess," Creme says, uncertainty furrowing her brow.
"It's not a bad, idea, actually- if we all have a look around, come back, compare notes, we'll probably find stuff we might've missed before," you point out.
Ada doesn't say much at all, just staring out into the sea of tables with more than a little trepidation.
"Ada?"
She shakes her head for a moment, obviously thinking to herself.
"It's nothing, just… I dunno, what if nothing interests me?"
"Is that likely?" Lumen asks.
"I don't know! I've never really… thought about it before. I don't really have any hobbies, I don't think, pretty much all I really do besides eat, sleep, and go to school or my job is, listen to music, and I don't really think that's a hobby."
You blink.
… Ada Doyle… is claiming she doesn't have an interest.
That's…
"... Ada, you talked my ear off about Dante Glacier's new album when I took you out to lunch. You gave me a genuine, in-depth analysis of the album as a whole and broke down like three different songs by musical and lyrical meaning, and how they tied into the overall themes of not only that album, but at least two others. Why on earth do you think you don't have any hobbies?"
She blinks back, her face slowly turning pink as she realises that, yes, that happened, and now Lumen and Creme know about it.
"... I… th-that's different, though, having an interest in music isn't going to, make me good at it, though. It's not like I can play any instruments, or sing…"
"Well, it's a start, at least. Come on, there's going to be a music elective or three in here," Creme says, grinning as she grabs the smaller girl by the hand and dragging her off before she can protest.
Lumen huffs, grinning at the sight of Ada just about being lifted off her feet by enthusiasm and terrifying, terrifying raw physical strength alone.
"What about you? Any ideas?" he asks, not turning from the display.
You give a noncommittal shrug, for all he'll see it.
"Have a look around. If there's nothing that really interests me, I'll just join whatever compsci class is around and hope 'personal projects' are a thing. What about you?"
He shrugs back, and you notice that he seems to be scanning the crowd for someone.
"Dunno. Maybe have a look and see if there's a Dust Alchemy elective, or a technical studies club, maybe. I could do with reworking Spectrum, it's starting to get a little worn out-"
Lumen finally spots whoever it was he was looking for and with a quick goodbye, good luck, and a wave over his shoulder, he dashes off into the crowd to meet… someone, you suppose.
… Wait, isn't that the blue-haired guy from the airship?
{Yep. Guess they really struck it off. Also, we've looked through the electives on offer, compiled the ones you might be interested in or would otherwise be beneficial for you, and compiled a map of where they are. No need for aimless wandering now.}
"You're a godsend, Blue. Gimme the list."
Now- what's he picked out for you, then?
Classes at Beacon are a system all of their own and will be getting a post soon but here's a basic rundown- each class will (eventually, not all at once, they're not monsters) give you a small task, skill target, or larger sidequest that, when completed, will give you a bit of worldbuilding that'll be necessary for exams that will finally give you the slated benefit, whether that's a boost in skill XP or an actual, tangible perk that represents you actually knowing something. The main six classes are, as you would expect, mandatory passes- you fail those, you get a serious talking to about why you're here and whether or not you should stay here.
That said, it's not all work, no play- Beacon, and Hunters in general, run the gamut for weird and interesting hobbies. You'll find something worth your time, I'm sure.
Some electives will eventually give you a skill boost or a perk, some are purely ways for you to get to know a certain character or characters if you wanna get to know them a little better. One or two are both.
Now, pick your four electives.
Civilian Electives (PICK AT LEAST ONE):
[] Art Class, Ann Greene- you did actually have quite a bit of fun dicking about drawing 01 for that spreadsheet tutorial. It might be worth looking into as more than just an occasional hobby. (Noted Classmates: Cardin, Saff, Ren, and Al… you think.)
[] Music, Peter Port- {Look, all we're saying is that you have the voice of an angel and not sharing it with the world is a sin that will bite you in the ass when you die.} That's, really not your problem- {Ada's there.} Ada is a big girl who doesn't need you to mother hen her every waking moment- {Also Weiss joined up.} WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING- (Noted Classmates: Weiss, Ada, Haru)
[] Theatre, Bartholomew Oobleck- … Well, as far as plans to get over your fear of, er, being paid attention to goes… this… isn't the stupidest one you've had? You think? (Noted Classmates- Rashmi and Kapila, Naia, Salem, Pyrrha, Leathers)
[] Ловење, Готвење, и Готвење За Ловење, Кувар Волков Сплот- You stare at the sign, waiting for the translation to appear, only for Blue to tell you that it's not any language he's seen- the alphabet's the same as Lower Atlesian, but that's where the similarities end. Okay, visual cues… the man behind the counter is wearing a chef's outfit, down to the weird hat… some kind of cooking class? Very curious. (Sidequest: The 'Кувар Сплот' Mystery. Noted Classmates: Meri, Ruby, Nora, like half of the guys, what-)
[] Gardening, Groundskeeper Tom Forn- … Okay, this stall is empty. Just a clipboard and some displays about the elective itself. Weird. Shouldn't there be someone here? (Sidequest: Putting Down Roots)
-[] You jump back a little as a hand appears out from under the cloth and quickly attaches a hand-scribbled sign with the word 'guerilla' on it to the placard advertising this stall's elective. Once it's done that, the curtain opens, and a half-covered face peers out at you, placing a finger to their lips beneath the pooled fabric of their scarf. Slowly, they slide a small clipboard out across the floor and then pull the tablecloth closed. So... this is the guerilla gardening club. (Sidequest: Like A Passionflower)
[] Civics, Edward Teach- It would be naive to think that you're not going to eventually run into problems with the government, Valish or otherwise, and learning about them and the general political history of the Kingdoms would be really useful to have before you need it. Besides, the horse Faunus at the table just pulled a ten-minute rant about the SDC and why megacorps in general are bad news. He seems like a hoot. (Noted classmates: Weiss, Blake, Creme, Dove, Cardin, Salem.)
Hunting Electives (PICK UP TO THREE):
[] Legends Of Remnant, Bartholomew Oobleck- … It might be a little too early to tell, but if Ozpin really is exactly what you think he is, then maybe joining a club all about discussing and dissecting legends isn't a terrible idea. (Noted Classmates: Lumen, Pyrrha. Sidequest: Wheat From Chaff.)
[] CQC, Ozp-OZPIN- you can't be reading that right. Ozpin teaches CQC classes? {Jaune, the man's a decorated Huntsman. Of course he can kill you with his bare hands.} You feel like you'd break his hip if you pushed him too hard- (Noted Classmates: Yang, Ruby (unwillingly), Creme, Leathers, Haru, Kapila.)
[] Aura Arts, Thumbelina Peach- "Have you been neglecting your Aura, sweetheart?" the woman behind the table asks you, which is a question you're... not, sure how to answer. When you stay silent, all she does is smile. "Don't worry- a lot of people do." (Noted Classmates: Rashmi and Kapila, Ren, Ada, Meri. Sidequest: Pallas In Virgo.)
[] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
[] Gunmanship, Harold Mulberry- you're not terrible with a gun, but... it wouldn't exactly hurt to get better at it, after all- at least, in a situation that doesn't put your life at risk. Besides, shooting tournaments pay nice. {... Well, points for optimism.} Hey! (Noted classmates: Ruby, Yang (unwillingly), Salem, Pyrrha)
[] Securities, Ann Greene- So this one's actually kinda interesting- considering the demonstration started with Professor Greene showing you how to use two wrenches to snap open a padlock and ended with an explanation on the very core of most confidence scams, you're pretty sure this entire elective is based around… what, teaching you all how to commit crimes? Well, your interest is piqued. (Noted Classmates: Lumen, Blake, Ren. Sidequest: The Great Pretender)
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- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
Update! Yay! Alright, let's get ourselves some electives...
Also, I empathize with Glynda. Having your hands bandaged up would be a heck of a distraction.
Also, I empathize with Glynda. Having your hands bandaged up would be a heck of a distraction.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
It lives!
I'll probably do approval voting (assuming our lord and saviour @Prok is okay with that), but the electives standing out to me right now are:
• Music, for the Transistor tie-in and Weiss shipping.
• Civics, because knowing all that is going to become very relevant very quickly with the Process growing at the rate it is.
• Legends of Remnant, because fucking maaaaaagic bullshit
• Glyphcraft, since Dust is one of the things that we're least equipped to work with right now and we should plug that hole.
I'll probably do approval voting (assuming our lord and saviour @Prok is okay with that), but the electives standing out to me right now are:
• Music, for the Transistor tie-in and Weiss shipping.
• Civics, because knowing all that is going to become very relevant very quickly with the Process growing at the rate it is.
• Legends of Remnant, because fucking maaaaaagic bullshit
• Glyphcraft, since Dust is one of the things that we're least equipped to work with right now and we should plug that hole.
kadehex
The Miraculous Owl
- Location
- NC,USA
[X] plan I have a big sword and it is representation
-[X] Gardening, Groundskeeper Tom Forn- … Okay, this stall is empty. Just a clipboard and some displays about the elective itself. Weird. Shouldn't there be someone here? (Sidequest: Putting Down Roots)
--[X] You jump back a little as a hand appears out from under the cloth and quickly attaches a hand-scribbled sign with the word 'guerilla' on it to the placard advertising this stall's elective. Once it's done that, the curtain opens, and a half-covered face peers out at you, placing a finger to their lips beneath the pooled fabric of their scarf. Slowly, they slide a small clipboard out across the floor and then pull the tablecloth closed. So... this is the guerilla gardening club. (Sidequest: Like A Passionflower)
-[X] Securities, Ann Greene- So this one's actually kinda interesting- considering the demonstration started with Professor Greene showing you how to use two wrenches to snap open a padlock and ended with an explanation on the very core of most confidence scams, you're pretty sure this entire elective is based around… what, teaching you all how to commit crimes? Well, your interest is piqued. (Noted Classmates: Lumen, Blake, Ren. Sidequest: The Great Pretender)
-[X] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
-[X] Legends Of Remnant, Bartholomew Oobleck- … It might be a little too early to tell, but if Ozpin really is exactly what you think he is, then maybe joining a club all about discussing and dissecting legends isn't a terrible idea. (Noted Classmates: Lumen, Pyrrha. Sidequest: Wheat From Chaff.)
-[X] Gardening, Groundskeeper Tom Forn- … Okay, this stall is empty. Just a clipboard and some displays about the elective itself. Weird. Shouldn't there be someone here? (Sidequest: Putting Down Roots)
--[X] You jump back a little as a hand appears out from under the cloth and quickly attaches a hand-scribbled sign with the word 'guerilla' on it to the placard advertising this stall's elective. Once it's done that, the curtain opens, and a half-covered face peers out at you, placing a finger to their lips beneath the pooled fabric of their scarf. Slowly, they slide a small clipboard out across the floor and then pull the tablecloth closed. So... this is the guerilla gardening club. (Sidequest: Like A Passionflower)
-[X] Securities, Ann Greene- So this one's actually kinda interesting- considering the demonstration started with Professor Greene showing you how to use two wrenches to snap open a padlock and ended with an explanation on the very core of most confidence scams, you're pretty sure this entire elective is based around… what, teaching you all how to commit crimes? Well, your interest is piqued. (Noted Classmates: Lumen, Blake, Ren. Sidequest: The Great Pretender)
-[X] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
-[X] Legends Of Remnant, Bartholomew Oobleck- … It might be a little too early to tell, but if Ozpin really is exactly what you think he is, then maybe joining a club all about discussing and dissecting legends isn't a terrible idea. (Noted Classmates: Lumen, Pyrrha. Sidequest: Wheat From Chaff.)
- Location
- Hell
Hey, I call it like I see it
Besides you beat my estimate, how nice
Wait, I thought she was a deer faunus (a Fawnus if you will :3) how does her tail pool?
Hey would you mind making a sheet with the abilities of our teammates? I keep forgetting what Ada and Creme are.
Also we are three out of four for Cyberpunk theme, neato
@Prok so are we doing plan voting or by line?
Also umm Creme? Are you not going to take any of the hunting classes?
Wait, what? I thought the Transistor was virtually indestructible unless you hit it at just the right spot for it to shatter into little itty bits
Come to think of it, probably extra "not cool" in a society that has to worry about the Grimm
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[X] Plan Essentials And Curiosities
-[X] Civics, Edward Teach- It would be naive to think that you're not going to eventually run into problems with the government, Valish or otherwise, and learning about them and the general political history of the Kingdoms would be [/B]really useful to have before you need it. Besides, the horse Faunus at the table just pulled a ten-minute rant about the SDC and why megacorps in general are bad news. He seems like a hoot. (Noted classmates: Weiss, Blake, Creme, Dove, Cardin, Salem.)
-[X] CQC, Ozp-OZPIN- you can't be reading that right. Ozpin teaches CQC classes? {Jaune, the man's a decorated Huntsman. Of course he can kill you with his bare hands.} You feel like you'd break his hip if you pushed him too hard- (Noted Classmates: Yang, Ruby (unwillingly), Leathers, Haru, Kapila.)
-[X] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
-[X] Ловење, Готвење, и Готвење За Ловење, Кувар Волков Сплот- You stare at the sign, waiting for the translation to appear, only for Blue to tell you that it's not any language he's seen- the alphabet's the same as Lower Atlesian, but that's where the similarities end. Okay, visual cues… the man behind the counter is wearing a chef's outfit, down to the weird hat… some kind of cooking class? Very curious. (Sidequest: The 'Кувар Сплот' Mystery. Noted Classmates: Meri, Ruby, Nora, like half of the guys, what-)
Civics - We ARE the one wielding society revolutionizing powers. Probably should learn to do it properly
CQC - We're most likely going to need some, because at some point something's going to close
Glyphcraft - [Curiosity]
[Unpronouncable] - The mystery will bug me forever otherwise.
-[X] Civics, Edward Teach- It would be naive to think that you're not going to eventually run into problems with the government, Valish or otherwise, and learning about them and the general political history of the Kingdoms would be [/B]really useful to have before you need it. Besides, the horse Faunus at the table just pulled a ten-minute rant about the SDC and why megacorps in general are bad news. He seems like a hoot. (Noted classmates: Weiss, Blake, Creme, Dove, Cardin, Salem.)
-[X] CQC, Ozp-OZPIN- you can't be reading that right. Ozpin teaches CQC classes? {Jaune, the man's a decorated Huntsman. Of course he can kill you with his bare hands.} You feel like you'd break his hip if you pushed him too hard- (Noted Classmates: Yang, Ruby (unwillingly), Leathers, Haru, Kapila.)
-[X] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
-[X] Ловење, Готвење, и Готвење За Ловење, Кувар Волков Сплот- You stare at the sign, waiting for the translation to appear, only for Blue to tell you that it's not any language he's seen- the alphabet's the same as Lower Atlesian, but that's where the similarities end. Okay, visual cues… the man behind the counter is wearing a chef's outfit, down to the weird hat… some kind of cooking class? Very curious. (Sidequest: The 'Кувар Сплот' Mystery. Noted Classmates: Meri, Ruby, Nora, like half of the guys, what-)
Civics - We ARE the one wielding society revolutionizing powers. Probably should learn to do it properly
CQC - We're most likely going to need some, because at some point something's going to close
Glyphcraft - [Curiosity]
[Unpronouncable] - The mystery will bug me forever otherwise.
[X] Music, Peter Port
[X] Civics, Edward Teach
[X] Legends Of Remnant, Bartholomew Oobleck
[X] CQC, Ozp-OZPIN
Starting off, Music because our sword will bully us otherwise. Civics seems like a good idea what with our well everything. Legends because it'll let us learn more about Ozpin hopefully. CQC if we wanna learn about him then taking the course run by him just makes sense, also works nicely with our dust armour.
[X] Civics, Edward Teach
[X] Legends Of Remnant, Bartholomew Oobleck
[X] CQC, Ozp-OZPIN
Starting off, Music because our sword will bully us otherwise. Civics seems like a good idea what with our well everything. Legends because it'll let us learn more about Ozpin hopefully. CQC if we wanna learn about him then taking the course run by him just makes sense, also works nicely with our dust armour.
[X] Civics, Edward Teach- It would be naive to think that you're not going to eventually run into problems with the government, Valish or otherwise, and learning about them and the general political history of the Kingdoms would be really useful to have before you need it. Besides, the horse Faunus at the table just pulled a ten-minute rant about the SDC and why megacorps in general are bad news. He seems like a hoot. (Noted classmates: Weiss, Blake, Creme, Dove, Cardin, Salem.)
[X] Aura Arts, Thumbelina Peach- "Have you been neglecting your Aura, sweetheart?" the woman behind the table asks you, which is a question you're... not, sure how to answer. When you stay silent, all she does is smile. "Don't worry- a lot of people do." (Noted Classmates: Rashmi and Kapila, Ren, Ada, Meri. Sidequest: Pallas In Virgo.)
[X] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
[X] Gunmanship, Harold Mulberry- you're not terrible with a gun, but... it wouldn't exactly hurt to get better at it, after all- at least, in a situation that doesn't put your life at risk. Besides, shooting tournaments pay nice. {... Well, points for optimism.} Hey! (Noted classmates: Ruby, Yang (unwillingly), Salem, Pyrrha)
I'm with the guy who mentioned the Transistor is supposed to be nearly indestructible, because it doesn't really seem like it. We've got a toughness upgrade that we bought from Electron Palace, it's supposed to be using similar principles as the Prince Rupert's drop, and it started off being literally incapable of being damaged in its home setting. Yet we've seen it shattered and now apparently carved up. It really doesn't seem anywhere near as tough as advertised. Does Ada's semblance give her attacks unnatural piercing abilities, something like telefragging? We know she can selectively phase because she told us she ripped the heart out of a fox Grimm, so this might be a different application of the same type of ability.
Should Legends of Remnant be in Hunters Electives? It seems like it should be in the civilian section even if probably does have overlap with the main course Grimm studies.
[X] Aura Arts, Thumbelina Peach- "Have you been neglecting your Aura, sweetheart?" the woman behind the table asks you, which is a question you're... not, sure how to answer. When you stay silent, all she does is smile. "Don't worry- a lot of people do." (Noted Classmates: Rashmi and Kapila, Ren, Ada, Meri. Sidequest: Pallas In Virgo.)
[X] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
[X] Gunmanship, Harold Mulberry- you're not terrible with a gun, but... it wouldn't exactly hurt to get better at it, after all- at least, in a situation that doesn't put your life at risk. Besides, shooting tournaments pay nice. {... Well, points for optimism.} Hey! (Noted classmates: Ruby, Yang (unwillingly), Salem, Pyrrha)
I'm with the guy who mentioned the Transistor is supposed to be nearly indestructible, because it doesn't really seem like it. We've got a toughness upgrade that we bought from Electron Palace, it's supposed to be using similar principles as the Prince Rupert's drop, and it started off being literally incapable of being damaged in its home setting. Yet we've seen it shattered and now apparently carved up. It really doesn't seem anywhere near as tough as advertised. Does Ada's semblance give her attacks unnatural piercing abilities, something like telefragging? We know she can selectively phase because she told us she ripped the heart out of a fox Grimm, so this might be a different application of the same type of ability.
Should Legends of Remnant be in Hunters Electives? It seems like it should be in the civilian section even if probably does have overlap with the main course Grimm studies.
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY. New update!
Also
Let's not immediately bandwagon here. I wanna actually discuss these classes, guys.
Also
Macedonian Words said:
Let's not immediately bandwagon here. I wanna actually discuss these classes, guys.
KidFromPallet
Pokemon Fan
- Location
- Pallet Town
Google translate says "Hunting, Cooking, and Cooking for Hunting, Cook Volkov Splot/Split" and "Cook Splot/Split" specifically for the sidequest. It's in... Macedonian? Serbian? It looks like it's one of the two, leaning towards Serbian because that's what will translate the title of Cook.
Edit: Ninjaed on translation
I want to say that its either a class to learn how to cook when you're away from civilization, a class to learn how to hunt wild game and then prepare it for consumption, or a class about how you go about cooking specifically for Hunters.
As for the vote, lots of good options.
I'm kind of gunning for both aura arts and glyphcraft, to further go with our whole techno-wizard thing.
Not sure what to put in the third slot there. On the one hand, Legends is useful because lore details. On the other hand, we can get that information from other sources, and becoming a crime goblin skill monkey through Securities seems really fun.
Equally torn on the civilian slot, but there's only one lot left so there's even more competition. Civics is useful, the Prof seems fun, and his name is a shout out to Blackbeard. On the other hand, guerrilla gardening seems delightfully memey and gives me slight Plants vs Zombies vibes. On the third limb, cooking just screams mystery box. And we're genuinely skilled at singing, so I kinda want to take it.... urg. Congrats Prok, you've given us some tough choices.
Whelp, I've (tentatively) come to a decision. Not sure whether to use Plan Format or not, so I'll just go by line for now.
[X] Civics, Edward Teach- It would be naive to think that you're not going to eventually run into problems with the government, Valish or otherwise, and learning about them and the general political history of the Kingdoms would be really useful to have before you need it. Besides, the horse Faunus at the table just pulled a ten-minute rant about the SDC and why megacorps in general are bad news. He seems like a hoot. (Noted classmates: Weiss, Blake, Creme, Dove, Cardin, Salem.)
[X] Aura Arts, Thumbelina Peach- "Have you been neglecting your Aura, sweetheart?" the woman behind the table asks you, which is a question you're... not, sure how to answer. When you stay silent, all she does is smile. "Don't worry- a lot of people do." (Noted Classmates: Rashmi and Kapila, Ren, Ada, Meri. Sidequest: Pallas In Virgo.)
[X] Glyphcraft, Glynda Goodwitch- "Ah, Mr Arc. I thought you might make your way over here eventually," Professor Goodwitch smiles at you, flipping the clipboard around to face you and sliding it forward. "Now, how would you like to learn about magic?" (Noted Classmates: Naia, Mel, Rashmi, Weiss. Sidequest: Midheaven In Leo)
[X] Securities, Ann Greene- So this one's actually kinda interesting- considering the demonstration started with Professor Greene showing you how to use two wrenches to snap open a padlock and ended with an explanation on the very core of most confidence scams, you're pretty sure this entire elective is based around… what, teaching you all how to commit crimes? Well, your interest is piqued. (Noted Classmates: Lumen, Blake, Ren. Sidequest: The Great Pretender)
Civics seems fun and useful, Aura Arts should be useful and gives us the meme that is Professor Peach, Glyphcraft helps us with the "magic" part of our technomage build, and Securities should give us a variety of useful skills and lets us become a Crime Goblin. If need be, we can get info about Ozpin elsewhere, or just live unaware of all that stuff like everyone else.
Plus, classes kind of overlap. Aura Arts and Glyphcraft are both "magic", and Securities teaches you how to break the law while Civics teaches you how to uphold it.
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ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
Alrighty let's do a quick breakdown, list everything out and talk about it without trying to make decisions yet.
I... forgot who Al was. I'm a little surprised Cardin's here, but then, athleticism does not preclude creativity. Not really big on art since we didn't do the modern art statues for the Process.
Jaune's voice is great and improving that would be a nice way to make sure his stress doesn't make him literally explode. Also has best girl in class. I'm hard shipping Jaune and Weiss for this quest.
Tempted solely because Leathers is taking Theatre and it's either going to be horrible or perfect, and I have no idea which one would be funnier.
Playing around with Google Translate can give me "Chef Wolf Splat" and I'm... curious. But not that curious.
Huh. Neat.
On the one hand, we get to interact with Coco. On the other hand, I don't think we're very nature friendly.
We probably need this class considering our stated goals. Plus, it has Weiss in it! Edit: ALSO BLACKBEARD IS TEACHING CIVICS WHAT
Tempting, especially since we're starting to suspect the man behind the curtain a little bit...
I know I said we weren't making a decision but god damn do I need this class in my life please guys.
The mysterious Professor Peach! Always down to see more interpretations of Peach. Nice.
I think this might be a bad idea given our established and very reasonable Dust phobia.
Not really anything pulling me in this direction, TBH.
Or here. Why do we need to learn to do crimes when we have the Process?
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