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She's a physical god with the power to shatter mountains (Not that anyone noticed). There was no need to even TRY and unlock her Aura
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zhuull
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Are you purposely avoiding using contractions in Kara's speech? It makes her dialogue come across as rather odd and stilted but I wasn't sure if that was intentional or not?
Are you purposely avoiding using contractions in Kara's speech? It makes her dialogue come across as rather odd and stilted but I wasn't sure if that was intentional or not?
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I'm not sure I like this. These sentences make it sound like Kara is going to do everything in her power to get kicked out or something just to get Jaune back in even though that wouldn't work in the first place, it doesn't work that way.
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Yeah, that's intentional. Gotta remember, Kara was born and raised in Kryptonian society, speaking their language. She had to learn whatever language they speak on Remnant.
Technically, this is how Kara talks on Earth in the early comics, too, IIRC. It's a classic literary technique used to show that the character in question is a non-native speaking a local language. Considering that a lot of real life people have the same sort of 'accent', it's perfectly reasonable to use it in literature.
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Well of course. Not everything Kara thinks or does you should agree with, especially right now. She is, after all, a teenager with a serious guilt complex. What she wants to accomplish doesn't neccessarily mean others will let her accomplish it.
zhuull
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That only works if she came to this world as a fairly older child. I'm still reading trough the first chapter but has it actually been established how old she was when she arrived on this planet and was adopted?
My knowledge of both Kara and RWBY are both fairly hazy and vague, but I had the impression that most of the RWBY cast was young teens and at least in the comics Kara was an adult when she reached Earth so I was assuming the author was actually going with something closer to Clark's origin for her in this story.
Which makes her "accent" even more out of place.
All of that aside, it being an "established" technique doesn't necessarily make it a good one. It's a particularly bad one for a main viewpoint character as it makes it difficult to read and follow what she's saying while subjecting the reader to an endless stream of it as she's who we're viewing the story through. The only thing it really does is add frustration upon frustration to the reader as they have to keep stumbling over her clunky dialogue.
It's why you'll notice that most works that use this "technique" will only do so with a bit character they've brought in just to show off "oh look an alien/foreigner!".
It's a cheap gimmick of lazy writing and it's not a good sign if an entire story is being built around it.
I was only a little ways in to the first chapter when I made my first post about it. Even that much had given me a headache trying to read it and I was really hoping for reassurance that it was just the author finding their groove writing and would soon clear up. If it was intentional and something that is going to persist I think I'll just give the rest of this a pass, interesting as the premise is if the writing is that bad it's not worth struggling through it to try and read.
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Kara came to Earth at age ten and has lived with Glynda for six years. Most people at Beacon are about that age. Kara never had a chance to really learn the language before arriving on Earth and her only real interaction with the outside world has been Glynda, Qrow, Ozpin and a few members of the Beacon staff. Thus her grasp on the english language while competent, is still subject to... issues. Part of Kara's character is growing and adapting to Earth, finding her place on an alien world. This is true in this story and is also true in DC canon as of late, even in the comic's she speaks english without using contractions.That only works if she came to this world as a fairly older child. I'm still reading trough the first chapter but has it actually been established how old she was when she arrived on this planet and was adopted?
My knowledge of both Kara and RWBY are both fairly hazy and vague, but I had the impression that most of the RWBY cast was young teens and at least in the comics Kara was an adult when she reached Earth so I was assuming the author was actually going with something closer to Clark's origin for her in this story.
Which makes her "accent" even more out of place.
All of that aside, it being an "established" technique doesn't necessarily make it a good one. It's a particularly bad one for a main viewpoint character as it makes it difficult to read and follow what she's saying while subjecting the reader to an endless stream of it as she's who we're viewing the story through. The only thing it really does is add frustration upon frustration to the reader as they have to keep stumbling over her clunky dialogue.
It's why you'll notice that most works that use this "technique" will only do so with a bit character they've brought in just to show off "oh look an alien/foreigner!".
It's a cheap gimmick of lazy writing and it's not a good sign if an entire story is being built around it.
I was only a little ways in to the first chapter when I made my first post about it. Even that much had given me a headache trying to read it and I was really hoping for reassurance that it was just the author finding their groove writing and would soon clear up. If it was intentional and something that is going to persist I think I'll just give the rest of this a pass, interesting as the premise is if the writing is that bad it's not worth struggling through it to try and read.
Everyone else speaks in their usual manner, and there is meant to be a clear difference between what Kara says and what she thinks. Its a layer to the tragedy behind what happened when she lost her home; she is an intelligent and observant young woman, but the language barrier limits her ability to properly articulate this. I will admit its more apparent in the first chapter because it was mostly just Kara talking. As I've gotten into my groove I've found a way to incorporate it without making Kara speak in long drawn out sentences.
That said, I'd hardly call it 'bad writing' if its being used to expand on a characters development.
zhuull
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Indeed, if it's something you're actually using to build on and are actively lessening in later chapters I wouldn't call it bad writing either. Maybe I'll give the story another chance and try to power through the first chapter, like I said the premise definitely looks interesting.
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I didn't considered that others might find it annoying, but then, I've seen it very effectively before, so it doesn't bother me too much. It also, from a writing standpoint, has helped me make Kara more distinctive which helps me plan the more subtle aspects of her character for later. And as I said, as she adapts to Beacon, socializes and grows into the hero she is meant to be, she'll adapt a more competent form of dialogue, while still retaining the formality in it. That's more of a conscious choice on her part though
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Dude, no point in arguing with this guy about his own ignorance. Using Spock Speak is not at all annoying in any way, and keeps true to the character (both as you have written her, and how DC portrayed her). As for his claims about it being cheap and lazy, it's actually the exact opposite, isn't it? It takes more effort on your part to make sure Kara is distinct, avoiding contractions, idioms, etc. As you and I said, it's a well used, time-proven writing method that even crosses over into spoken parts: Data/Spock/Seven of Nine/Tuvok/most Vulcans from Star Trek, Starfire in Teen Titans, Aqualad in Young Justice, the Jaffa in Stargate, Anya in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory, T-800 in the Terminator series, Thor from the MCU, fucking Borat, even. Definitely all 'bit characters' here, eh? Keep on as you have, man.
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Heh, I find it annoying just because it works too well. I keep thinking "Shouldn't that be..." before catching myself and remembering that it's supposed to be the way it is.
The best part, to me, is that it's jarring without getting to the point it breaks me out of enjoying the story, which is very much like it would be in real life if someone was speaking just a tiny bit 'off' around me.
I've experienced being around a lot of people who don't speak English as their first, or even second, language, and having something like that being noticeable is a good idea.
Well, until now. After all, I'm sure she would much rather end a fight wearing cloths today. Or as it was one put in Mystery Men. "Maybe you should put some shorts on or something, if you want to keep fighting evil today.."
As for the flight being tied to invulnerability thing I've been ninja'd by the author, but really I agree. Some versions couldn't even fly, so saying that OBVIOUSLY she can do one if she can do the other is a stretch. DC is vast in it's history and variations, and this is just one more.
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Chapter 5: New Home, New Problems
"But what about Periwinkle?"
"What?"
"Periwinkle! Its an actual color, and it would fit all our names!" Nora explained. Together, Team PRGN walked to their new room in the dormitory. The dorms were split into four buildings: Building One, Building Two, Building Three, and Building Four. New students were assigned to dorms in Building One, and would change rooms as the years went by. As far as Kara knew, there was no discernible difference between them, and it was mostly just an organizational measure to keep Glynda from tearing her hair out in frustration.
They were assigned Room 1-8, and it was a long walk from the auditorium to the dorms. Well, it certainly felt like a long walk to Kara after initiation. She dragged her feet, lagging behind the rest of PRGN, while Nora, who was proving to be quite the feisty redhead, had complained loudly and at length about their team name. According to her, Paragon wasn't a 'real color' and thus their team name was terrible.
"Yes," Ren agreed, "but not all teams have been named after colors. Some are named after actions or concepts."
Kara had quickly decided in the short time she knew him, that she liked Ren. He was a calm, sensible boy and seemed to keep Nora from bouncing off the walls. The duo seemed to complement each other well, and like everyone else on Remnant, their choice of clothing was just bizarre to Kara. An armored corset and poofy pink skirt for Nora and a long flowing green robe and stark white slacks for Ren. Irritatingly enough, neither of them had a speck of dirt or tear on their uniforms either.
Neither did Pyrrha, come to think of it. Kara glanced down at her dusty and crumpled clothes and resisted the urge to sigh. Huntsmen had one key advantage over her, and that was the protection their Aura provided to their clothes. Kara was lucky her dignity had survived the battle with the Hydralisk, even if her clothes were ruined.
Nora snorted, dragging Kara's attention back to the conversation, "Come on, every other team in our class has a color name. Why don't we?"
"Well, Paragon is technically a color." Kara piped up.
Nora and Ren both glanced back at her and Kara shrank, "Paragon Blue? It is a shade of color if I am correct."
That made Nora wrinkle her nose, "That's a stretch…"
"Nora…" Ren said, his tone low.
"What? It is!"
Ren sighed and shrugged at Kara. It made her happy knowing that at least three fourths of her team was composed of sensible, rational people. Though Pyrrha's armor definitely put that statement into question.
Speaking of Pyrrha, she had taken point to find their room. A good number of the new teams had either stayed behind to chat with family, or wandered off to grab a bite to eat, so the halls were empty for the moment. The relative peace and quiet had been a relief for Kara, until Nora had started rambling, and Pyrrha hadn't said a word the entire time.
"We're here," Pyrrha announced, ending the conversation for the moment. Kara had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time they talked about their team name.
Their room was simple. Four twin-sized beds were evenly spaced opposite the door along the wall. The walls were a soft white like the rest of the school and there were two closets at three and nine o'clock. There were nightstands between the beds too and a set of bookshelves lined the wall on either side of the door. Although the room as a whole was a little cramped, it also felt a little homey.
"It's a bit… bare." Ren noted.
That was true, the walls and shelves were devoid of any decorations or books. Obviously for personal items if Kara had cared to guess. That was fine by her, it was a level of freedom that she hadn't been able to experience in a long while.
"We can decorate!" Nora declared, thinking on the same wavelength as Kara. She promptly jumped across the room and claimed the bed left of the window, "Mine!"
"Didn't even hesitate…" Kara muttered.
"She'll do that," Ren said. "You don't mind if I take the bed in the corner next to her, do you?"
"No."
"Not at all."
He nodded and walked over to his bed, inspecting the frame to see if it met his standards. Kara turned to Pyrrha and scratched the back of her head, "So… do you want the other window bed? I can take the corner, it is no big deal." She wasn't going to be here long anyway.
"No," Pyrrha shook her head, "You get the pick. My team takes first priority."
Kara was glad that Ozpin had chosen Pyrrha as team leader. If Kara had been in charge, she might not have been able to resist taking the window seat for herself. Waking up to the rising sun was always a treat back home.
"Thank you, Pyrrha."
"Indeed. Your sense of priority is commendable."
Everyone froze and all eyes shot to the door. Kara had to suppress a sigh, and said, "Hello, mother."
The rest of her team silently watched the two with rapt interest. Glynda sighed and stepped to the side of the door, "I would appreciate a moment alone with my daughter, if that isn't too much to ask."
"No, no, of course not." Pyrrha said. She moved to the door with Ren and Nora in tow, sparing a glance at Kara before she left.
Kara nodded; she was going to be fine, hopefully. Honestly, she wasn't sure why Glynda was here now, though she could hazard a guess that she probably wanted to chew her out. Kara was all too aware of how sloppy her fight with the Hydralisk had been and she wouldn't be surprised if Glynda wanted to remind her about every mistake she had made.
Glynda shut the door behind Nora and waited for a moment. Once she was sure that no one was attempting to eavesdrop, the woman seemed to relax by a millimeter, and adjusted her glasses. "You're wondering why I'm here."
It was a statement, not a question. Kara answered anyway, "I have a few theories. But you are going to tell me regardless, are you not?"
"I saw your fight with the Hydralisk from start to finish." Kara rolled her eyes and sighed, as Glynda spoke. "You fight sloppy. Your style is uneven, your awareness is barely existent and you hesitate at the slightest resistance in an attempt to think around a problem. You have no instinct for combat. Even the Arc boy took to combat more easily than you."
Kara hung her head, her voice just a tad too dry, "Well… thank you for the honesty."
Glynda folded her arms and paced back and forth, keeping her gaze solely on Kara. "I'm not finished. Seeing you struggle and flounder like that made me realize that you…"
She paused, and Kara looked up, curious, bewildered. Glynda stood in place, obviously chewing over her next words, as if the very act of thinking them was giving her pause. Finally, she managed to force out what she was thinking.
"You… were right. You need… to be trained. And taught how to work with others. I… needed to see that."
Kara's thoughts ground to a screeching halt. This didn't happen. Glynda did not just admit she was wrong, or that Kara was right; never this directly. At best, Kara's guardian would find a roundabout way to communicate such things, but she would never flat-out say that Kara was right. The only time she remembered her guardian doing otherwise was when Ozpin was around, who seemed to be the sole exception.
Glynda saying this was as likely as the Grimm invading Beacon, yet here they were having this conversation. It almost made Kara regret and take back what she was going to say next. Almost.
"Um… Glynda… I actually think I need to wait another year before going to Beacon. I am fairly certain you had the right idea, and dropping out would probably be for the best."
Her guardian didn't move, but her left eye visibly twitched, and Kara could have sworn she heard the glass window behind her crack.
"...Pardon?" Glynda's voice was tight.
Kara winced and kept her eyes down. "Y-you see… I did not really get into Beacon properly. I lied to you, falsified my transcripts and robbed others of an opportunity to come to this school. I think it would be for the best if I simply waited instead, for a proper term. Right?"
Glynda didn't move and kept focused on Kara. For a solid, excruciating minute, the towering woman did not say a word, and Kara felt very, very small for the entire duration, as she braced herself for what was to come. If Glynda was angry, then it was a cold, tranquil fury. The worst kind of anger.
Finally, she spoke, her voice neutral, "What brought this on? You were incredibly adamant about going last night. Is this because of the boy who didn't find a partner?"
Kara shrugged, "Well, I mean, it could have been for any reason, I just needed time to think and reflect on the consequences of my actions… It is not really any one thing, I think."
"You are a terrible liar, Kara Zor-El." Glynda narrowed her eyes.
"Well!" Kara flung her hands in the air, "Jaune was the reason we defeated the Hydralisk. He was smart and kept his cool and could not get into the school because of me. That is my fault and it is my responsibility to rectify this situation."
That was the simple truth of the matter and if Glynda didn't like it… well, that was going to make things difficult for Kara. She had no idea how else she could drop out of Beacon without throwing every test she was given.
To her surprise though, Glynda sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Ozpin said this would likely happen… Kara, don't worry about the Arc boy. He did exceptionally well for someone who didn't even know what Aura is. His entrance into Beacon next year is all but confirmed. He's not the first student to fail initiation and he won't be the last."
"But he failed because of me!" Kara shouted. Why didn't Glynda understand this? Jaune failing was because Kara had taken his spot, it was all her fault.
"He failed because he was clearly unprepared for Beacon. You think you're the only one who's faked their transcripts into Beacon before?" Glynda asked.
Kara opened her mouth with a retort ready, and then faltered, "I… wait. What?"
"The boy would have died on the platform if Ms. Nikos hadn't intervened. He had no Aura, no combat experience and no landing strategy. He was completely clueless about the very existence of Aura, and used antiquated weapons. I had my suspicions, but Ozpin has all but confirmed that Mr. Arc lied to get into Beacon."
Kara sputtered, "Wha-how-wh- he did!?"
"Of course. We get several applications from outside official sources into Beacon. Most of them are falsified and rejected. If they made it past me to Ozpin though, and Ozpin approved of it…" Glynda let out a long suffering sigh, "Then that means he wanted Mr. Arc to at least attempt initiation. And he wanted you here as well."
Kara's mouth was agape, and words failed her. Glynda reached over and gently closed shut her jaw, "Close your mouth, dear. Does that help clarify things for you?"
"No, not in the least. I… I do not understand." Kara shook her head, "Why would Ozpin let someone in with such a clear lack of experience?"
That made Glynda shrugged, "I don't understand most of Ozpin's decisions, but more often than not, the results show that he knows what he's doing. If I had to guess, he believed that Mr. Arc could either back up his claims on his transcript, or has the potential for it. We both know what he thinks about you."
Ozpin had made it abundantly clear since Kara's powers had manifested that Kara should be trained how to use them, and had encouraged her to pursue a path that would help her bring them under control. No matter the setback, Ozpin always insisted that Kara practice, before practicing a bit more, followed by even more practice. He was one of the few who supported her, no matter what situations came to light. Kara had never considered how this would translate to others outside her social circle.
"So what you are saying is that… Ozpin…"
"Will likely accept Mr. Arc into Beacon again next year with open arms after today's showing." Glynda put a hand on Kara's shoulder, "The transcript is just a formality, a way to weed out those who deserve a chance and those that don't. Kara, you proved you deserve to be here."
Kara rubbed at her eye, there must have been some dirt in it because her vision was getting blurry. "I just… do not want anyone getting into trouble because of me. I just want to help people."
"And you will. After all…" Glynda reached into the small black clutch that hung against her hip and produced a plastic card. "You're a Huntress-in-training."
Glynda never saw Kara take the card; one moment it was in her hand, the next Kara was holding it up to the light with wide eyes. "This is… this is the ID? I thought it took a week for them to be sent out to everyone?"
"I know how you feel about these formalities, so I pulled a few strings." Glynda shrugged and reached into her clutch again, "I also brought a few things you might need."
One of Kara's many spare set of glasses, which she immediately slid onto her nose and felt relieved as the world grew a little more quiet. The other item in Glynda's hand though, made her frown.
"Glynda…" she started.
"I know, I know, it's been a long time since the last attack. But I figure, better safe than sorry, especially since you won't be at home anymore."
What she held in her hand was a plastic cylinder in the shape of an L, with a replaceable capsule making up most of its body. Humans on Remnant used these inhalers for asthmatic treatment, and Kara had as well, once upon a time. The air on Remnant was much thicker than on Krypton and it hadn't been uncommon for Kara to choke on air when she first arrived. She had adapted though and hadn't needed it in almost two years now. But Glynda insisted they hold onto it anyway, just in case.
Kara sighed and pocketed the inhaler. "Satisfied?"
"Immensely." Glynda confirmed.
A moment of awkward silence passed between them. Glynda coughed into her hand and looked at the door, "I should… probably let your team back in. I have a mountain of paperwork waiting for me on my desk."
"Of course, of course. Thank for… clearing the air."
Glynda smiled as she opened the door, "Of course. And don't worry about Mr. Arc, Kara. He'll be fine."
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Jaune had expected a quick ride home after everyone had gotten off the airship. There wasn't a reason to sit around and wait after all, he was a flunkee. The saddest part about that wasn't even that he failed, but that he wasn't surprised. Trying to bluff his way into Beacon, what had he been thinking? Forget about passing, he was lucky to have survived Initiation. He must have done something wrong though, because the pilot didn't take him home.
In fact, they hadn't even left the launchpad. Jaune waited patiently for over an hour in the back of the airship. Nothing, no engines, no sound from the pilot, just silence. He was about to get up and see what was going on, when someone walked into the airship, and took a seat opposite him.
Professor Ozpin took a sip from his coffee mug and stretched his left leg as he sat down, an obvious expression of relief spreading over his face. He set his cane next to him between the seats and adjusted his glasses, peering intently at Jaune.
Jaune fidgeted in his seat and said, "I… um, can I help you sir?"
"You know, Mr. Arc." Ozpin said, "Very few individuals would have the courage to attempt what you did today."
"Sir?"
Ozpin sipped from his cups, "Don't act surprised Mr. Arc. Did you really think your fake transcripts wouldn't be spotted? We have a very strict entry policy, and though the forgery was of an exceptionally high quality, it was still just that."
The blood in Jaune's veins froze and his heart began pounding like a drum. "S-sir, I can explain-!"
Ozpin silenced him with a raised hand, "As I said, it was quite courageous of you to attempt initiation, especially given your obvious lack of combat training. The fact that you not only survived but played a key role in the defeat of a Grimm not seen since the Great War speaks volumes about your potential."
Another sip from his coffee and he peered over his glasses at Jaune, "Though I suppose it is to be expected from an Arc, isn't it?"
Jaune just swallowed, his voice failing him. Ozpin continued speaking, ignoring the boy's terrified expression. "I want you to understand, Jaune, that you made it into Beacon because I allowed you to. It takes a considerable amount of effort, skill, and courage to forge or acquire documents like that and even more to survive a single day in the Emerald Forest without Aura. Very few could pull that off without training."
"I… I…"
Ozpin continued, "I would like to offer you a deal, Mr. Arc. I can't open a spot for you in Beacon, at least not this year. The system in place is precise and wouldn't allow for a five man team. However, I would be willing to provide study material and private tutoring sessions to improve your skills, on two conditions."
Jaune's head was swimming with confusion, excitement and fear. He could only nod dumbly, and Ozpin smiled, "Condition one, you will put the same effort into your training that you put in today. I will expect nothing less of you. Reasonable?"
The boy nodded.
"Condition two." Ozpin pushed his glasses back into place. "I want access to the research notes and artifacts from your grandfather, Dan Arc."
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An early morning rise was always an excellent way to start the day, and the only way to make it better, was to surprise a certain strong silent type that slept in the bed next to hers. Nora giggled to herself and pounced on Ren's bed, like she did every morning to wake him up. For some reason, he always seemed to wake up late if she wasn't there to act as his alarm clock. A role she happily filled.
"Wake up sleepy head!" she laughed.
No response.
Nora blinked and cocked her head to the side, "Ren?"
Pulling back the covers revealed his bed to be empty. Ren had woken up before her? He'd woken up without waking her up!? How was Nora supposed to know where he had vanished to?
Nora was quick to spring into action searching high and low for her missing partner. Under his bed, under her bed, in the closet, and out the window calling Ren's name as she looked. Yet there was no sign of him.
"Ren!" Nora lifted Kara's empty bed over her head and saw that, no, he wasn't there either.
"Nora?" Pyrrha stifled a yawn, still dressed in her pajamas and her long red hair a tangled rat's nest atop her head. "What are you doing?"
Her teammate dropped the bed with a thud and dusted her hands off, "Well you see, I normally wake Ren up after I wake up. But today, he wasn't in bed and he isn't normally not in bed so this is totally weird. So I'm looking for him and I'm not having any luck. I've looked all over the room, checked the mess hall, checked the girls and boys restroom and shower, checked the roof and even went to the landing pads. Nothing!"
Pyrrha rubbed her eyes and looked around their now wrecked room, "I see… Have you asked Kara if she's seen him?"
Nora blinked, "Um, no, not yet… actually, I haven't seen her either!"
Pyrrha swung her legs out over the floor and stood up stretching, "Right then. If you haven't seen either of them, then I think I know a place they could be."
"Really!? Where!?"
They had taken a few minutes to get dressed and for Pyrrha to tame her mane before the girls headed out for the one place Nora hadn't thought to look for her missing partner. As Pyrrha suspected, Kara and Ren were in fact, studying in the library.
Beacon had one of the largest libraries in Vale, a multi-story building filled with historical texts, memoirs of some of the most famous Huntsmen in history, and scientific and military journals. Anything a student might need, they could find in the endless walls of text that made up the inner-confines of the library.
From what Pyrrha knew so far about Kara, the library definitely seemed like a place the curious and scientifically-minded young girl would go, and the silence would be quite appealing to Ren. The two of them sat at a table on the second floor with a small mountain of books stacked in the middle of the table.
"Ren! There you are!" Nora shouted.
One of the librarians poked their head out from behind a bookshelf and held a finger to her lip, eyes burning with annoyance. If Nora took notice, she certainly didn't show it as she bound up and sat next to her partner.
"You just disappeared without saying anything! What's up with that?"
Ren set his book down and said, "Sorry Nora, I didn't mean to."
"That is my fault Nora." Kara interrupted. "I was having trouble getting sleep last night. I think I woke Ren up by mistake and he suggested we go here to relax. We may have become lost in the text and lost track of the time. Apologies."
Nora blinked a few times and then looked at Ren. He nodded, and Nora smiled, "Oh, okay. I mean, I guess I can understand that."
"Maybe next time you can join us?" Kara offered, smiling. "It can be quite enlightening browsing the texts."
Her teammate looked at the tower of doorstopper books that Ren and Kara had assembled, and her eyes shrunk to pinpoints, "Hehe… I'll pass."
"It does make for a good head start though," Pyrrha noted, taking a seat across from Kara, "Especially since classes start today."
"Oh, right, when do they start again?"
"About half an hour."
"Wait, what!?" Kara jumped to her feet, and the entire heavy oaken table flipped onto its side, spilling books across the floor and onto crashing onto poor Pyrrha in an avalanche of paper.
Kara winced and reached out a hesitant hand, "Whoops…"
A shadow fell over team PRGN, who turned to see the same librarian from earlier glaring down at them. If looks could kill, Kara would be on a fast track to visiting Rao in the sun.
"I believe it's time you four went to class."
A/N: Told ya I'd update sooner. Short chapter, really simple. Hope you enjoyed. Not sure when the next will go up, but please feel free to let me know what you think by leaving a review.
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Awesome story, i look forward to more. 
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Yeah, almost as if the intended occupants had never been there before.
Did he expect the previous students to just leave all their stuff behind?
Go for a dip anyway. I hear it's good for your health!
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Nah, it was more surprise at their being no decoration at ALL.
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I rather like that you are doing this. It helps show her alien origins which is something I feel many like to forget easily
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Lol, I'm flattered that you think I could write something like this, but I'm not the author! I only made an educated guess at what Rapidfyrez was doing, based on known tropes.
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Haha , oh my. That's embarrassing, I wasn't paying enough attention when I did that. I'm glad you got a laugh out of it though.
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Really enjoying this so far. However, I do wonder if—should kryptonite later turn up—they might regret not unlocking Kara's Aura. Seems like that might offer a bit of a buffer against the stuff.
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Doubtful. We have no idea if Aura protects against things like radiation. But if we see a Huntsmen ever get a sunburn, then we know the answer.
Seylerius
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Given that NDGO didn't die or suffer catastrophic injury despite being electrocuted in the SSSN vs NDGO fight, we can assume that Aura provides some protection against electricity—electromagnetic radiation. Unless kryptonite radiation falls into an undocumented gap in what Aura protects against, it seems that there should be at least a limited buffer against it.
13th Bee
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Electricity =/= Electromagnetic Radiation. Electricity is electrons, electromagnetic radiation is photons.
Seylerius
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Fair enough. Any evidence of something resembling an actual beam weapon in Remnant? Penny doesn't count, as I'm mostly sure there's no example of one of her beams hitting a hunstman.