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[I am a fool. I didn't know this was up yet! Alas. I'll just slap a track on here until we get to Beacon, because this doesn't seem the best time to introduce a new character haha]

[So we can all join now?? Is this the airship to Beacon? Forgive my poor memory, it's been a while since I watched the first season]

Robin Oiseau

Robbie stared out the window of the airship and tried not to get sick. Not that the view wasn't beautiful - it was breathtaking - but she couldn't help but imagine what might happen in the ship were to fail. Visions of screaming wind and fiery explosions flashed though her mind. But that wouldn't happen. Right?

Seeking comfort, Robbie touched the spear at her side. Well, the collapsed spear at her side. It didn't look much like a spear at the moment. More like a blue stick. But the cool metal underhand was grounding nevertheless. It was the one constant, through everything. And Robbie could just feel that, finally, she was where she was meant to be.

Did the others feel it too? Robbie glanced around, taking in her peers. Human and fanus, boy and girl, young and old. She was struck by a sudden sense of unimportance. Everyone probably felt the same drive to become a hunter - from the fanus speaking another language to the pair wrestling in the corner.

Robbie went back to gazing outside. Not two seconds passed before a loud bang echoed through the airship, accompanied by smoke. Robbie nearly jumped out of her skin, fully convinced that they'd be falling in another instant. Her spear flashed into her hand and unfolded.

But there was no threat. No falling, no more explosions. Just the two students in the corner, one sitting sheepishly on the ground, surrounded by the remains of a trash can. Robbie tried to play it cool, but found it hard to pass off the wave of pure panic still thundering through her system.

"Are you okay?" Both wary and curious - and more than a little miffed at looking like a jumpy idiot - Robbie put away her spear and approached the student responsible for the trash can's destruction. "What the hell was that?!"

Track! Reserve The Adventurer while I make a form?! They do call me Adventure, haha

Robin Oiseau

Robbie cast a weary glance at the other two students who popped up behind her. She hadn't meant to make a scene. But at least the explosion had an explanation. "That's a powerful semblance you got there, Serephine." The name felt long and unwieldy on Robbie's tongue. She quirked an eyebrow, trying not to sound judgmental with the next question. "Didn't anyone teach you to control it?"

It was one thing to have a semblance without control. It was another thing entirely to have a dangerous semblance without control. How had this girl made it this far without making a fatal mistake? Even with Robbie's own semblance, it had only taken a few weeks of getting smacked in the head before she taught herself enough control to avoid it. And explosions were another level entirely.

But in spite of herself, Robbie did find the sibling pair sort of endearing. She liked their banter. And, of course, one had a blue name. As did another of the students who'd wandered over. Robbie always found it entertaining to encounter other folks named after the same color.

"I'm Robin," Robbie said as she nodded first to the siblings, then the other two students. "But you can call me Robbie." She shook a lock of hair from her face - very conscious of how well it matched her name - and fiddled excitedly with her collapsed spear. "Seems obvious that we're all going to Beacon - but does anyone know what to expect when we get there?"

[I was waiting for the others to catch up...should we just continue?]

[Maybe one of the bandits catches Morgana further down the road and mistakes her for part of the group? She gets dragged back and forced into their situation?]

Robin Oiseau

Beacon Academy, the shield of Vale and rallying point for all the country's huntsmen and huntresses, was breathtaking. Towers soared to the skies and green spread across everything; paths wound across flourishing grounds, and students - both the old and the new - wandered them with excitement. Vale had always been a sharp contrast to the shifting sands of Robbie's birthplace, but Beacon fell into even starker contrast.

"That's something," she murmured, mostly to herself. Robbie trotted off the airship and tried to blend in with the rest of the students filing off, though she had yet to fall into a group. Probably for the best. Who knew how they would pick teams? She'd heard rumors as tame as drawing straws and as wild as one-on-one duels. It was best to be prepared for anything.

"What happens now?" Robbie asked, loud enough to be heard but not directed at anyone specific.

Robin Oiseau

"Fallow," said a girl. A fanus. Robbie couldn't help but smile as the excited air infected her. Fallow? Well then, fallow she would.

Much like the rest of Beacon, the auditorium that the students herded into was an imposing sight of technology and power. But for all the advancements, what really made an academy grand were the people who lived there. And, crowded into a auditorium without much to do, Robbie found herself rubbing the shaft of her weapon and thoughtfully watching people.

She recognized many from the airship over. There was the fanus who told her to follow, surrounded by a small crowd of people whom Robbie had done her best to avoid. There was the exploding girl. And a scattering of other faces, people she didn't know but recognized. What were their stories? What were their skills? Who would she have to trust with her life, and who would become her enemy? The unknown was exhilarating and terrifying as Robbie settled in to listen.

I’m down for both RCCK and ARCK! What does ARCK stand for, if I may ask? I’m a fool and can’t see it.

[ sunhorse99 I am a fool. A complete doofus. I sincerely apologize.]

Jack Thompson | 2 Star Weapon | Partner: Karter

"You're not that much of an idiot. And if you ever were, I didn't know you," Jack said around her food. Her gaze shifted hostilely from one target to another, as if just looking for something to criticize. But she didn't, instead finishing her food with vigor. "What's on the agenda today?" Jack finally asked.

Robin Oiseau

Ozpin was...not what Robbie expected. Honestly, she thought that the lead huntsman from a school of huntsmen would look more...intimidating. Or at least more like a warrior than a scholar. And as she listened to his speech, holding on to every word, she found herself disappointed. Waste of energy? Lack of purpose? Did Ozpin just admit that the school was pointless?

Robbie crossed her arms, more than a little miffed as Ozpin walked away from the microphone. What did he know? Maybe his little speech applied to the other students, but not to her. Robbie had a purpose. She was going to rescue Vacuo. And she'd spent her whole life working to that moment.

What did a scholarly little professor know, anyways?

Someone else - a lady - dismissed them. Looked like they wouldn't be getting real rooms until after initiation tomorrow. Whatever that entailed. Robbie absently spun her spear - in collapsed form - around, and wandered off to see what she could see.

~Later~

Robbie had never been a big fan of slumber parties. Especially not with large numbers. And especially with strangers. Boys postured and wrestled while the girls chatted, everyone speculating about the coming day. But for all her nervous energy, Robbie couldn't bring herself to engage.

She sat against the wall, polishing and maintaining her spear. It hadn't been hard to sneak it in; no one had really tried to stop her. Not to mention that, in collapsed form, it looked like a shiny blue stick. Hardly intimidating. Unleashed, however, the weapon measured a deadly six feet from base to tip, all blue and silver and shining with danger. Robbie's pride and joy. Thunderfall.

Robin Oiseau

Robbie, caught up in cleaning out the joints of her spear, did not hear anyone approach until a voice spoke. She jumped slightly, letting out a small "Ah!" of surprise. But it wasn't a teacher, come to tell her off for sneaking in her weapon. And it wasn't a student, threatening to tattle. It was another girl, who spoke with a look of sleepy curiosity on her face.

"Uh...Thanks?" Robbie, suddenly self-conscious, rubbed the haft of her spear. She wondered, for the first time, what the other students would think upon seeing her with her weapon. If this girl's question was any indication, maybe Robbie should've thought through that a little more.

"And - of course not. Why would I want to attack a hall full of sleeping students?" Robbie quirked a smile. "I just...I guess I'm not used to giving up my weapon. I polish him every night. Seemed like bad luck to skip routine right before tomorrow." Robbie clicked a button, causing Thunderfall to collapse into compact form. She stuck out a friendly hand to the girl. "I'm Robbie. What's your name?"

[Sorry for being AWOL for a moment there! I'm working at a summer camp this summer, and our training week suddenly left me without the time and energy to post. I'll still try and post every day or so, though!]

Robin Oiseau

Robbie smiled at Kelsey, absentmindedly running a hand down her spear's now-collapsed haft. "Agreed. My uncle was obsessive about caring for weapons. Said they were like women," she snickered. "But Thunderfall is definitely a guy. He's picky and tries to make me do all the work." Robbie hefted the spear and smirked. "If you're lucky, maybe tomorrow I'll show you why he's called Thunderfall. Just pray you're not at the wrong end."

Lights started going out around the room, and Robbie quickly tucked her weapon away. "Looks like we're out of time. But if you like, I'll help you with a name for your weapon tomorrow. I'm dying to see what you fight with." She sent an appraising gaze up and down Kelsey. "You seem like a sword girl to me. But don't tell! I'll wait and find out. See you tomorrow?"

Robin Oiseau

Robbie didn't hate mornings as much as some others. She had a nasty habit of waking with the sun, and had thus been forced to adapt. When Robbie rose, sleeping forms still covered most of the floor; the sun poked out above the horizon, slashing the sky with pinks and blues. A spectacular sight.

Robbie changed with practiced silence, throwing on jeans, a white t-shirt, and sneakers in a matter of moments. She grabbed her jacket - the obnoxiously bright yellow one that Aunt Yella always hated - and Thunderfall. Then Robbie strode from the room, silent despite the confidence of her movements. She didn't bother to tame the blue bird's nest on her head; it would sort itself out.

Robbie killed time by wandering the grounds, watching the sunrise, and going through a few practice katas with her spear. It shook some of the anxiety from her bones. By the time she wandered back to the locker rooms, almost everyone else was awake. Robbie couldn't help but glance around for Kelsey, wondering if she'd really been right about the other girl's weapon of choice.

I am very interested in this!! Form to come!

Robin Oiseau

Robbie's eyes lit up as Kelsey hefted her weapon. "Oh, mama!" A greatsword with dust-shooting capabilities?! Robbie was a firm believer that a weapon showed the heart and soul of a huntsman. She'd expected Kelsey to fight with something more delicate, like a shortsword or daggers. Apparently Kelsey was far cooler than she had imagined.

"Not gonna lie. I cannot wait to see you in action with her." Robbie resisted the urge to reach out and touch the sword, instead settling for unfolding her own weapon and resting the haft on the ground. Thunderfall shone blue and silver, six feet from tip to tip and deadly sharp. "Did you make her yourself? What dust do you use? She is beautiful!" Robbie leaned against her own weapon, gazing hungrily at the greatsword. "...And you don't have a name?"

Yeah it’s all good!! Thanks for the great time!