Warren Academy of Hunting - RP Thread

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    Jay Beagle - 17 - Male - Army Recruit
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    Grey Daedra - 15 - Female - Dark Magus
    "What do you know of my magic?" Grey challenged, not a glint of fear showing in her eyes. Her silver raven bracelet jangled softly on her right wrist as the wisps died down. All of a sudden, there was a shadow behind the Bostonian. Uncle Max stood straight as an arrow, arms crossed in front of his chest as he glanced at Grey, then Sawyer. "Is there an issue, Lady Grey?" He asked, to which Grey didn't respond. She was blinking away the surprise. She hadn't actually meant to summon her long-dead great-uncle.

    Dr. Drew Evans - 26 - Male - Tech Teacher and Cyborg
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    John Constable - 34 - Male - Guidance Counselor and Metal Magus
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    Lee put their hands on their hips and narrowed their eyes at Sawyer. "Okay, look, kiddo, sweet jacket, like your style, but if you keep being a dick to my roommate I'm gonna have to kick your ass." While the way they said it was half-joking, they looked ready for it, despite their wiry frame and skirt making it seem like they weren't, in fact, a person who was ready to fight. They seemed very startled when suddenly, some dude appeared. Grey didn't seem to know what was going on when Lee looked to her for explanation.

    Sawyer Van Dyke

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    Jay Beagle - 17 - Male - Army Recruit
    Jay felt eyes on his back, and although he didn't turn his head, his eyes shot around and got a picture of the Bostonian. He didn't much look like a soft and gentle type. And that bat he carried around, like a gang member. It bothered Jay how easily the student walked, like he owned the place. Recruits with that kind of swagger got it beat out of them on the first day of training. It was obvious to Jay that he held no respect for anyone but himself.

    Grey Daedra - 15 - Female - Dark Magus
    Max glared at the boy, before whispering in Grey's ear, "I do not trust him, Lady Grey. He knew the spell cast to summon me. I believe it would be best not to engage him." Grey closed her eyes, and nodded, waving him away, as the corporeal ghost faded out of view. "Dammit," the young lady swore under her breath. She hated this new guy. He was something else, dammit! Too smart for his own good. While she knew her family hadn't exactly been paragons of secrets, she wondered how exactly he knew so much! Her family, her magic, even her most powerful spell! It wasn't hard to see him through the crowd, and she raised an intrigued eyebrow when he paused at the fight that had just finished. "Hmm," she murmured, partly to herself, partly to Lee. "He just stopped at when he saw those two fight. One of them must unnerve him, or something." She smiled mischievously. "We just have to find out who."

    Dr. Drew Evans - 26 - Male - Tech Teacher and Cyborg
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    John Constable - 34 - Male - Guidance Counselor and Metal Magus
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    Lee felt irrationally frustrated that he hadn't pushed them any farther. Their psychiatrist had once said something or other about anger issues, but they never paid attention so whatever. They nodded at Grey's observation, having not really noticed it themself because, again, they didn't pay attention. "I betcha it's..." They paused, not even having a guess. To be honest, both seemed pretty damn intimidating. "The girl. He seemed a little nervous around you, bet he just doesn't like feeling scared by girls." It was a wild theory with little supporting evidence, but Lee found it funny.

    ➴ Ieyasu Tokugawa ➶


    {Okay, thank you! Also quick little note, I'm still getting a handle on Ieyasu's personality, so if he seems a little wish-washy for a while that's why : ) }


    Ieyasu allowed his hand to fall as the woman began answering his question. As she spoke, he could feel his eyes narrowing at her. He didn't like the way she talked, or how she decided that smoking inside was appropriate. She was a teacher? He found that odd. However, he wasn't the one running the school, and saying anything about it could get him into trouble. He didn't have that power here. He just found himself letting out a light sigh, part of his blonde hair getting in the way of his face. "I figured." He stated bluntly, "It doesn't help when the school hasn't given you any information yet." His words were slightly pointed, as if he meant it as an indirect jab to the lady. He knew she probably didn't have anything to do with it, but he couldn't help it when she was acting as she was. As she directed him to another teacher his eyes flickered over to the one that she had indicated, then back to her. He let his false smile sit on his lips, the one that didn't really show happiness. The one that made people question his trust. "Thank you ma'am." He let the words slide off his lips, like it was a slight taunt, but wouldn't do so to a teacher. He tilted his head for a moment, turned, and headed towards the "Evans" teacher indicated. He raised a fist up to his lips to stifle a cough, one caused from her lingering cigarette smoke. God he hated that smell.


    "Hm?" He lifted an eyebrow at the teacher's comment. Suddenly he had a thought, and he hoped that he wasn't going to be sent on a wildgoose chase with going from teacher to teacher. He wanted to head towards the weapons storage with the other students before someone took the high tech bow he had his eyes on, though he didn't think anyone else would be interested in it. He let that smile of his sink in before he began to speak, "She spoke nothing of you. I'm here because I need to know who my roommate is." The corner of his mouth twitched, "Please." This was humiliating.

    Jay Beagle - 17 - Male - Army Recruit
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    Grey Daedra - 15 - Female - Dark Magus
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    Dr. Drew Evans - 26 - Male - Tech Teacher and Cyborg
    "Oh, that," the doctor murmured quite loudly. "let's see if I can find him for you..." he muttered, sighing as he had just put on his normal glasses. He hated switching them, his hi-power ones hurt his eyes when used too long. He slipped the much fancier, more technology-ridden pair on, and blinked as he looked into the crowd. the absent minded professor looked around, until he realized, he didn't know who he was looking for. "Who'm I looking for, again? I need a name, brat." He also didn't care too much for respect, especially to students. After all, he was only there to show the world how great he was.

    John Constable - 34 - Male - Guidance Counselor and Metal Magus
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    Oc--/ OOOoohh, Sawyers a smart lil cookie ಠ_ృ Gotta keep an eye on that boy. No fancy post fanfare right now, I'm in a rush ;-; ....Feel bad because I got a pretty okay post out for Naomi but everything fell apart when I was supposed to do my other babes...Something for Evangeline is coming....Probably.....I promise!


    Ic--/


    Naomi knocked a trio of jabbering girl’s out of her way with a small grunt, ignoring their glares and offended exclamations while she bent down to finally close her hand around a pair of black glasses sitting vulnerable on the floor. Her taut shoulders relaxed slightly as she stood back up, expression softening. The fall had banged them up a little--a fresh crack now took residence in the corner of her right eye. The italian stood among crowds of bustling students--looking at nothing but the glasses. She brought her mother’s possession to her face and breathed on the lenses, wiping the fog off with her sleeve before placing the glasses back on the bridge of her nose. She held back a string of italian curses. The frames had been bent and rested slightly crooked on her face. Naomi experienced a fresh wave of frustration. This was all Jay’s fault! The girl whipped around and made like she was going to shove through the other students but stopped, shoulders dropping. No. It was hers. Romello pushed both hands through her curly mop of hair and sighed, eyes closing briefly. The former PIBI agent usually didn’t get ruffled like this--she could handle anyone and anything with a condescending smile and snappy retorts but…. This was different. She breathed in deeply, lids opening to reveal composed expression. This wasn’t her--she was letting it get to her far too easily. The girl set off with the crowd, fists clenched determinedly at her sides. She wasn’t going to think about it anymore. Naomi glanced to the left. The glance was meant to be brief but she immediatley found she couldn’t turn away. Was….Was that student holding a bat? Her eyes narrowed then widened, a bat with shrapnel imbeded in the end? A strange smile crossed her features as she studied Sawyer Van Dyke and His swaggering walk from a few bodies behind him--the corners of her mouth turning up at his obvious air of haughty confidence. She almost laughed. While Jay might have found the Bostonian off-putting, the half demon herself was rather happy to see someone of his nature here. Sawyer reminded her of her family--the boisterous Romello cousins and their jocky mannerisms. Of course, they all dressed a little more like the Italian Mafia and insisted scarves were an intimidating fashion choice, but their aura was the same.



    Asher stepped towards cassandra and bent down as well, mimicking her actions “Its ASHER.” He put heavy emphasis on the name and tilted his head with a strained smile, clearly not amused. His seafoam hues rested on her outlandish hair briefly before he leaned back, arms crossing. As an artist himself, he appreciated the color, but would probably never end up telling her that. Phillips turned away from both kurah and Cass to blink into the crowd again. Were they all just supposed to select their weapons alone? He turned back to the armory, a weary laugh escaping his throat. It honestly wouldn’t surprise him.

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    Henry stepped up to the two, still looking a bit frustrated, but maybe that was just his face. He looked at Dr. Evans, face unchanging, then back towards Ieyasu. "You're with Sawyer Van Dyke." He put a hand on his hip. "I'm Dr. West. I'm supposed to know who's with who, as you will be in trouble if your partner is injured and you aren't with them. And really, it isn't so hard to remember." He looked back up towards Dr. Evans. Then, he glanced over the crowd. He wasn't sure which one was Sawyer. He was from Boston, near where Henry was from, but he didn't think that knowledge would help. He glanced around. "Er, Evans can help you find him. If you get stabbed, let me know." With that, he stepped back into the crowd.


    Bessie Blitzer, watching the three teachers scramble to find this one student's teacher, and be very rude to him at that, wished there were more adults willing to be teachers in this field so she could fire them. She sighed, and turned away.


    Silaluk entered the weapons area, looking for something she knew how to use. There were guns, some batons, tasers, and even some swords, which she thought was interesting. Most were made of silver or included silver ammunition. She suddenly noticed, leaning in the corner, a bow. A couple, actually, thankfully. She picked up a recurve bow, one that looked similar to her one at home, the more recent one. She considered, then picked up the one that was marked with a higher draw weight, 60. Normally, she could do 40 pounds, but without the thick layers of clothes she wore at home, this one might be more suited than the one tucked in her suitcase. And, it seemed about the right size. She pulled the string back slowly, testing her strength. This was good. She smiled. This was something she knew she was good at.

    Jay Beagle - 17 - Male - Army Recruit
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    Grey Daedra - 15 - Female - Dark Magus
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    Dr. Drew Evans - 26 - Male - Tech Teacher and Cyborg
    Drew sighed. He hated getting help. "Sawyer van Dyke," the scientist murmured to himself, looking out over the crowd as each student's name, abilities, and stats card flashed over their head until he found the name he was looking for. "He's walking towards the weapons room, big guy with a bat. Really, a bat? He could've picked a better, more technological weapon, you know, he grumbled to himself, replacing his glasses with his fogged-up ancient ones, before slinking away, ignoring Henry's suggestion. He had done what he had asked, finding the kid's roommate. He was going to think.

    John Constable - 34 - Male - Guidance Counselor and Metal Magus
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    Kuroh was stuck on how the girl knew his last name, but he only assumed that he had mentioned it in his introduction. "You don't think this is a takedown mission, but trust me, it is." he replied, stretching his arms out as he watched the two pick their weapons. He raised his eyebrows when his partner asked for a such a large gun, but didn't question it. Maybe he had some hidden strength that he didn't know about? "You heard her say it'll become a killing mission if they refuse, right? There's no way a bunch of teenagers with powers are gonna come into our custody without a fight."

    Oc--/Hey! No post for right now but I was wondering if we had a chat/plot thread? We don't need one, I'm fine with just talking here, thought I'd ask. Wanted to know how this whole field trip thing is going down? Just what the basic idea is....Like obviously its going to end up being a fight right? Also, are teams of 4 going to be paired with a teacher? Just because we have more students?



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    Right! Cass swayed away from Asher with a small hum and swiveled around on her heel to face Kuroh. She studied him for a moment and shook her head. "Why do they have to come into our custody? They're just kids...Like us." Cass asked in a soft voice before she turned back to the crowd. "Anyway I'll be right back, try not to miss me too much." untroubled eyes flew about to scan the crowds in the armoury before she left with a wink. She had experienced a fresh wave of need to find her roommate. York slipped between two passerby and into the crowd with a bob of her blue-green head, pale grey eyes thoughtful. She knew her roommate was a girl….What had her name been? Something with an S. The girl chewed on the inside of her cheek as she dodged an enthusiastically flailing student to the left, searching for her partner-to-be’s name. She hadn’t exactly met her yet, but had read the packet Warren had supplied with her name and their room number. Cass reached near the center of the room. It was almost impossible to see over the tall heads and broad shoulder surrounding her gangly frame. The unaffected girl blinked at a weapons box and grinned widely. She pushed her way through to the steel--plated crate and climbed up onto it with a small grunt. York inhaled the fresh air--her torso now above most of the student's heads. She resumed her search. What had the name been? Si….Sil...Silo? No…. The breezy girl clapped her hands together with an accompanied epiphany, a mischievous smile plastering over her maw. The noise in the room wasn’t that loud yet--no doubt her roommate would hear her. Cass planted her feet, cupped both hands over her mouth and inhaled a loud, gasping breath, “SILALUK!!” Her noisy call rang out over the other students heads--loud and obnoxiously drawn out. She waited for a moment then tried again. Even louder this time. “SILALUK TICASUK!!!!”


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    ooc: we sure DO! i lost it too honestly


    ic: Silaluk winced as she heard her name, pronounced in a way she couldn't be nitpicky about, but unfamiliarly. In her tiny village, everyone knew how to pronounce her name, and it was quick on their tongues, said with the ease of Sarah or Simon. Here, she realized, it was different. She didn't think about that much when she ran away. She looked up, bow in her hand, reaching for a quiver of arrows. She stood, and stepped towards her roommate, face serious, eyebrows pulled slightly close together. "What?" she asked, flatly.



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    Cass inhaled a gasping breath, ready to call out her roommate's name one more time before a face broke through the crowd and her eyes locked on a girl much taller than her. Her voice faltered, hands dropping as a small smile graced her lips. She opened her mouth to greet the hunter only to close it once she spoke. York bent her knees to crouch on the box, icy gaze sharpening as they bore straight into Silaluk’s obsidian irises. The girl seemed unaffected by the Alaskan 17 year old’s unenthusiastic greeting, eyes sparking with a calculator light. She looked older than herself--older and perhaps much wiser. She rested her blueish fingertips on her knees, mouth fixing in a firm line. Cass tipped her head at an angle, blue-green hair spilling over her shoulder. “You’re an archer?” Cassandra didn’t introduce Herself to her roommate, eyes flicking to the girl's newfound bow and quiver. Silaluk didn’t seem too excited yet, perhaps talking about her skills would lift her spirits.


    Silaluk looked over Cass, expression serious and neutral and unchanging. She had an interesting hairstyle, Silaluk deciding, more complex than the loose braid that held her own messy, long black hair into a manageable shape. She looked younger than herself, and based on her introduction, was also just as annoying as any 15 year old Silaluk had talked to, and as she now knew herself to have been once. She blinked slowly at her question, glanced down at the bow in her hand, unstringed, the quiver in her other. "No," she said, deadpan. "I just thought these would look cool, so I took them. Why?"


    ooc: i use my limited archery knowledge to try and impress the people on this thread. its not very effective. but listen ive shot a bow multiple times before and if anyone wants to know a couple of things i know abt ask away

    Jay Beagle - 17 - Male - Army Recruit
    Jay made it to the weapons room, and glanced around at the tools. Normally, he would have been awed, but the earlier fight and consequences left him kinda dead inside. His eyes caught glimpse of a simple combat rifle, modified for rubber bullets. He picked it up, feeling the weight. Perfect. He found a sling for it and threw it on over his shoulder.

    Grey Daedra - 15 - Female - Dark Magus
    Grey didn't like weapons. She had pride in her magic. Maybe too much, but who cared? She had to pick something, though. Knives just weren't her thing, and staves neither. She wanted something small, more of a backup plan than anything. "Hey, Lee, what do you think is a good weapon for me?" She asked her roommate for counsel.

    Dr. Drew Evans - 26 - Male - Tech Teacher and Cyborg
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    John Constable - 34 - Male - Guidance Counselor and Metal Magus
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    Joseph Bête

    The new teacher roamed around in a lost daze. Being skilled in one thing doesn't mean another. He had literally no sense of direction. The male continued on his quest to find his way around while completely ignoring students.


    Miguel

    Miguel had already picked out his weapon, if he wasn't correct violence wouldn't be used unless aggression was shown. He picked the most simple thing, a machete. Literally believing in himself enough to avoid to much conflict.

    Manolo

    Manolo simply crossed his arms and stared. He'd have to pick something but he wasn't really interested in any of the weapons there. Not because he believed himself to good but because he doubted his skill.

    Bella

    Bella waited for further instruction.

    Oc--/ I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT WEAPONS OR GUNS AND HAD TO DO SO MUCH RESEARCH FOR THIS. I STILL DON'T KNOW ANYTHING AND IM SORRY.


    IC--/


    Asher Phillips--17--Hopeless Civilian

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    Asher hadn’t expected to find the lethal M80 so fast but there it was--gleaming on the wall and waiting for him. The gangly civilian reached up with the intent to grab it only to snap his hands back with a jump as someone knocked them off their path with a stinging slap. He jerked to look at the owner of that hand with a “Just who the Hell--” Only to stop mid-sentence, pale face somehow growing even more white. He smelled her first--that foreboding stench of cigarette smoke and sweet rain. Evangeline Strauss stood without looking at her brother, arms crossed at her cobalt eyes rolled up at the M80. “This isn’t a Rambo movie, Asher.” She muttered lowly, still staring away from him. To a passerby it seemed as though they weren’t even speaking directly. Evangeline was careful, and Asher caught on quickly. “No,” He turned back to the racks, growing even more annoyed at her newfound presence. “It's a Teen Vampire Killing Squad movie….That I didn’t even audition for.” The vehement reminder elicited a small guffaw from his older sister. “Stop whining and listen.” The Hunting Teacher’s blonde hair floated behind her, billowing skirt swishing around her ankles as she walked down the wall. Asher wondered what she might be grabbing but didn’t dare look at her--he couldn’t indicate they were connected in any way. Maybe she was grabbing him a more lethal weapon? Surely she wouldn’t leave him defenseless, she’d die for sure….And then he’d die as well. Evangeline returned shortly and Phillips felt an object with the weight of a large pebble smack into his arm, tossed from her hand without a word. He flailed and moved backwards, eyes flying down quickly to observe his sister’s choice weapon…. “A hand gun? Are you Shitting me?” Asher forgot his resolve to not address her and almost turned to shout at the smoking woman before she shoved him away and let out a forlorned noise. “Yes. A handgun.” Strauss lifted a finger and smiled mischievously, neck clenching with held back giggles as she glanced at the embarrassingly small, 5-shot handgun no bigger than her palm. “You’d accidentally kill yourself with anything else Asher.” The former blood-born Mercenary twirled around the face the shifting crowd of students, expression darkening. “I’m going to find you, alright?” Mr. Phillip’s tensed shoulders softened, seafoam hues dropping to the floor. He had someone to find as well. The artist was still in the midst of debating over Evans. On one hand, Asher was sure the cyborg offered power that he desperately needed….Yet on the other, he wasn’t so sure he wanted this. He didn’t want to kill--wasn’t a hunter. But his sister…..Asher’s limp hands tightened to white-knuckled fists. He had to protect her. The boy snapped out of his inner debate with another remark from Evangeline. “I want you in full body armor, ” She jabbed a thumb towards a rack across the room, lips twitching with the effort to hide a smirk. “There should be a nice bike helmet over there along with some knee pads. Don’t forget the bullet proof vest--that’s probably important. Stick close to your roommate.” Strauss brushed herself off and tapped some of the ash off her cig. Asher finally glanced at her back, prone to argue but choosing against it. He sighed in defeat and looked up. He wouldn’t find Drew yet--perhaps he could handle this….They were just tracking down a bunch of teenagers, correct? Should be easy enough.



    Naomi Romello--16--Prideful Italian

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    Naomi set a fiery gaze on the weapon racks and squared her shoulders, feet planting completely in the way of traffic. Her arms crossed as she leveled the walls. So this was Warren’s infamous armoury? The left side of her mouth turned upwards, eyes flickering. “This’ll do.”

    Her father had always hated guns. Adone Romello was a man of an impenetrable pride and thirst for blows traded by hand and foot; tooth and nail. Guns were cowardly--used to eliminate a target without looking them in the face and shaking their hand. To him they were dishonorable…...His daughter was much more practical.

    Naomi let her fingers trace over a cool metal surface and smirked. She supposed if you were a Bull Demon with skin thick as steel and arms wide as oak trunks you were bound to find firearms unnecessary. She popped her neck and swept across the wall precisely. The former agent began by snagging a pair of fully--automatic Glock pistols; twin in their silver barrels and black grips. They felt light in her palms--familiar. She trained and hunted with guns exactly like these in Venice..Her brows knit together and she set them down, turning away. She would bring the guns, but only as a backup should a peaceful capture fail. She didn’t hold out much hope for an easy mission. Naomi turned back to snag one more item, lips quirking as she found it. A solid steel, detachable bow staff, nearly the length of her entire body and rigged in its position against the wall. This was her choice crowd control weapon. She’d been in love with bow staffs ever since she joined PIBI at 12. They’d told her it wasn’t the most effective means of combat and encouraged against her use of it, but the Romello had never taken anyone else’s word for it. She trained and fought--eventually becoming lethal with any staff she could get her hands on. Naomi fastened a hand around the cold shaft of the staff and spun it lightly on her fingers, turning to glance back at her fellow students with a confident smirk.