Citrine’s fingers were stained with still-damp spray paint, streaking the handlebars of Ex-Machina with her signature neon green as she sped down the winding road that connected Beacon to the city below. She had left her long, black and green coat unbuttoned for the sole purpose of letting it flow behind her; after all, what was the purpose of a long coat if not to billow dramatically like a cape? She had her goggles pushed down over her eyes, casting the world in shades of green, blending the ground in with the surrounding foliage. Her headphones were on, blasting music loud enough to block out all other sounds, it could probably be heard by other people, even. This song was an absolute banger, she couldn’t recommend it enough; briefly, she wondered if the artist was going to make more albums with a similar sound to this one, they better do it, given this album was so much better than any of their other st- that was her fucking exit!
“Shit!” Citrine yanked her handlebars to the side, drifting her bike slightly as she swerved into a messy U-turn. Nailed it. And the road was empty anyways so Honeydew couldn’t yell at her for reckless driving again, it was fine. Plus, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. So. Ha.
Now back in control of her beloved bike, Citrine took off down the smaller dirt road. She didn’t know where it went exactly, she’d never followed it all the way to its destination, all she cared about the was the bridge that crossed over it a little ways down, which she’d discovered accidentally while exploring a few weeks ago. Perfect for tagging.
It didn’t take long for her to find the bridge again, and she slowed down to a much more reasonable speed as she approached. She eyed the arch of it for a second, judging the angle, before driving Ex-Machina towards the wall and up it. The black gravity dust in the wheels glowed softly as she drove up the stone wall to the ceiling of the archway, parking her bike and locking it in place with her scroll, ensuring it wouldn’t budge from its current position.
Satisfied with her location, Citrine slide one side of her headphones off so as to keep an ear out for oncomers, and opened the compartment on Ex-Machina’s side where she’d stashed her can of neon green spray paint, but for a moment left it untouched as she first climbed across her bike to settle herself on the underside of her handlebars, legs crossed and feet braced against the seat to keep her from tipping backwards off her precarious perch. With her hands now free, she Glitched the can of spray paint to her hand with a flash of green light. She hummed along quietly to her music as she began to tag the bridge, fishing a lollipop from her coat pocket with one hand, unwrapping it with her teeth like a heathen, and sticking it in her mouth as she let the wrapper drift to the ground below. Given her current position, she was painting quiet close to her current canvas, which meant the paint was collecting in thicker layers than if she’d been further back. She grimaced as some of the paint dripped down, dotting her goggled and left cheek with neon green. Well, at least her goggles were doing their job.
It's Not a Crime if it Looks Cool (private w/ Nova & Forrest)
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Citrine Locke
- Posts: 43
- Joined: Thu Dec 17, 2020 11:43 pm
- Age: 17
- Gender Identity: Female
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Neon Green
- Occupation:
- Semblance Name: Glitch
- Weapon Name: Ex-Machina and Verenium Strýchnos
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Nova Starr
- Posts: 73
- Joined: Thu Apr 27, 2023 9:27 pm
- Age: 18
- Gender Identity: Female
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Purple
- Occupation: Student
- Semblance Name: Starlight
- Weapon Name: Astrum
Nova's cheek was smooshed against the car window, eliciting a squeek every time her mother drove over a bump in the road. It was nice to visit family, if not a bit underwhelming, given it only took thirty minutes at any one time to reach them. They appreciated her presence, recalling that they only saw their parents a couple of times when they were students at the Academy, and Nova appreciated the comfort of being at home (and nuzzling her little pet hamster, Comet, whom she plans to sneak into her dorm one night). Being Huntsmen and all, she never knew how much time she'd get to spend with them; this time being no exception. The Grimm wait for nobody and her father was called away at the most inconvenient time conceivable, leaving Nova and her mother to their own devices before it was time to drive back up the winding road to Beacon.
A string of beeps and boops brokered Nova's attention, cheek un-smooshing as she witnessed her mother pick up a scroll and stare with displeasure. When the woman placed the scroll back down and drove on in silence, Nova took the initiative, a sprinkle of both curiosity and concern in her tone. "What's up?"
"It's probably nothing," the older Starr reassured, offering a frown. "Your father's still on his way and they upgraded the threat level. I have to help them as soon as I get back; the laundry will have to wait a few hours." The injection of humor gained a smile from Nova. Though, given that the car was driving just a little faster, she suspected that her mother was needed more immediately.
"Do you need to go now?" Nova offered. "I can make the rest of the trip back on foot, it's not that far." As lazy as the young Starr often was, she liked the thought of trekking through the woods back to Beacon. Plus, it was a nice day out.
Her exit from the car was efficient. As soon as the two hugged and Nova got out of her seat, she noticed her mother's demeanor change; serious, focused, and already dialling Nova's father before speeding off down the road. They were serious about their job, both of them, and Nova watched with her usual concerns as the car disappeared around a corner. Each time they went away on a mission, it got a little bit easier to reassure herself they'd be fine and come back in one piece, but the looming doubt of 'what if' would always weigh on her thoughts. Tying her leather jacket around her waist so as to not melt in the sun, she set off on foot.
Sometime later, as she'd thought it fun to divert from the main road and seek a less-travelled path home, Nova came up to a bridge that offered passage over a clearing. It was a cool landmark, if a little curious, and she ventured on happily with a hum and a spring in her step.
Ssssssssss, ssssssssss... ssssss, sssssssssssssssssss...
Nova's humming ended with a curious crescendo. She stood still, trying to focus on... something. A faint noise, somewhat familiar, and wholly out of place. Was that... humming, as well? A look around from the top of the bridge offered no help as to whatever it was or wherever it was coming from. With hands on her hips, she grew curious, marching to the edge of the bridge to look at the scene below. There was nothing but the wind flowing beneath it. Maybe that was the humming noise?
Grimm? Unlikely, she reasoned, given her proximity to the school. Dust pipe leak? Dangerous, probable, and something that should probably be reported if it turned out to be true. She pondered trying to get a look beneath the bridge, but it would've taken some manoeuvering to get down there, and especially back up...
She sat on the edge of the bridge, legs dangling road-side, and went onto her scroll to search for the necessary number to call in something like this. She didn't exactly have a city engineer on speed dial, after all.
A string of beeps and boops brokered Nova's attention, cheek un-smooshing as she witnessed her mother pick up a scroll and stare with displeasure. When the woman placed the scroll back down and drove on in silence, Nova took the initiative, a sprinkle of both curiosity and concern in her tone. "What's up?"
"It's probably nothing," the older Starr reassured, offering a frown. "Your father's still on his way and they upgraded the threat level. I have to help them as soon as I get back; the laundry will have to wait a few hours." The injection of humor gained a smile from Nova. Though, given that the car was driving just a little faster, she suspected that her mother was needed more immediately.
"Do you need to go now?" Nova offered. "I can make the rest of the trip back on foot, it's not that far." As lazy as the young Starr often was, she liked the thought of trekking through the woods back to Beacon. Plus, it was a nice day out.
Her exit from the car was efficient. As soon as the two hugged and Nova got out of her seat, she noticed her mother's demeanor change; serious, focused, and already dialling Nova's father before speeding off down the road. They were serious about their job, both of them, and Nova watched with her usual concerns as the car disappeared around a corner. Each time they went away on a mission, it got a little bit easier to reassure herself they'd be fine and come back in one piece, but the looming doubt of 'what if' would always weigh on her thoughts. Tying her leather jacket around her waist so as to not melt in the sun, she set off on foot.
Sometime later, as she'd thought it fun to divert from the main road and seek a less-travelled path home, Nova came up to a bridge that offered passage over a clearing. It was a cool landmark, if a little curious, and she ventured on happily with a hum and a spring in her step.
Ssssssssss, ssssssssss... ssssss, sssssssssssssssssss...
Nova's humming ended with a curious crescendo. She stood still, trying to focus on... something. A faint noise, somewhat familiar, and wholly out of place. Was that... humming, as well? A look around from the top of the bridge offered no help as to whatever it was or wherever it was coming from. With hands on her hips, she grew curious, marching to the edge of the bridge to look at the scene below. There was nothing but the wind flowing beneath it. Maybe that was the humming noise?
Grimm? Unlikely, she reasoned, given her proximity to the school. Dust pipe leak? Dangerous, probable, and something that should probably be reported if it turned out to be true. She pondered trying to get a look beneath the bridge, but it would've taken some manoeuvering to get down there, and especially back up...
She sat on the edge of the bridge, legs dangling road-side, and went onto her scroll to search for the necessary number to call in something like this. She didn't exactly have a city engineer on speed dial, after all.
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Forrest Waldstein
- Posts: 168
- Joined: Wed Apr 12, 2023 6:51 pm
- Age: 18
- Gender Identity: Male
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Green
- Occupation: Student
- Semblance Name: Sylvan Anthem
- Weapon Name: Grashalm
Due to some unfortunate life circumstances, Forrest did not have the luxury of visiting family that lived close by. Plus, the one living family member he had left has a... complicated relationship with him. Needless to say, visiting his great-grandfather was not going to happen for a long time. As a result, Forrest couldn't help but feel lonely at times despite the fact that he was still making some friends at Beacon. He had a craving for authentic, meaningful human relationships, which at times was hard to come by. A fair amount of people his age favored more superficial social relationships, which further complicated his predicament.
Forrest didn't really get out much, he didn't stray far from Beacon most of the time since he wanted to focus on his studies and cultivating friendships with his fellow huntsmen and huntresses. As per the advice of another student, he was slowly trying to get out of his comfort zone by getting out more, mostly to the city of Vale. He still was not used to the big city yet. Too many people, too much noise, too much hustle and bustle to everything, it was overstimulating to someone who lived most of their life in a secluded village.
Forrest recently invested in a new outfit for going out. The top consisted of a light grey, short sleeved, slim fit linen shirt with a pair of black drawstrings at the base of the collar. He also wore a pair of dark grey jeans, which he tucked his shirt into, with a light brown belt fully looped at the waist. For footwear, he wore boots of the same color as the belt. To top it all off, he wore a sleek, black watch on his left wrist. At least to Forrest, he thought it was a good outfit. It was fashionable and modern, yet still held some rustic vibes that reminded him of home.
Forrest was making his way to the city on foot. Was it inefficient? Yes, but he enjoyed the sights along the way. He often used landmarks to navigate his way there, an obsolete method in today's day and age, but one that Forrest was used to. Plus he enjoyed a good trek through nature. He was about to pass under a familiar bridge when he felt something light land on his shoulder. He grabbed what appeared to be...
A lollipop wrapper?... Forrest reasoned mentally as he looked up. He heard what appeared to be the hissing of a spray can, and saw what appeared to be someone hanging on by some type of motorcycle spraying paint on the underside of the bridge's archway. It was hard to make out significant details from this distance, save for the long, stark white hair. Forrest felt a sense of unease watching the figure tagging the bridge, as he thought their position was unstable. He grabbed a redwood seed from one of his pockets, and planted it into the ground. He used Sylvan Anthem to grow the seed into a redwood tree with a flattened top to have a stable standing position. He stopped the growth of the tree when he was about fifteen feet below the person, ready to catch them should they end up falling.
"Hey, be careful up there. That looks a bit... unsafe." Forrest called out to the tagger. He seemed to be more concerned about the seemingly unstable position they were in rather than the fact that they were tagging the underside of the bridge.
Forrest didn't really get out much, he didn't stray far from Beacon most of the time since he wanted to focus on his studies and cultivating friendships with his fellow huntsmen and huntresses. As per the advice of another student, he was slowly trying to get out of his comfort zone by getting out more, mostly to the city of Vale. He still was not used to the big city yet. Too many people, too much noise, too much hustle and bustle to everything, it was overstimulating to someone who lived most of their life in a secluded village.
Forrest recently invested in a new outfit for going out. The top consisted of a light grey, short sleeved, slim fit linen shirt with a pair of black drawstrings at the base of the collar. He also wore a pair of dark grey jeans, which he tucked his shirt into, with a light brown belt fully looped at the waist. For footwear, he wore boots of the same color as the belt. To top it all off, he wore a sleek, black watch on his left wrist. At least to Forrest, he thought it was a good outfit. It was fashionable and modern, yet still held some rustic vibes that reminded him of home.
Forrest was making his way to the city on foot. Was it inefficient? Yes, but he enjoyed the sights along the way. He often used landmarks to navigate his way there, an obsolete method in today's day and age, but one that Forrest was used to. Plus he enjoyed a good trek through nature. He was about to pass under a familiar bridge when he felt something light land on his shoulder. He grabbed what appeared to be...
A lollipop wrapper?... Forrest reasoned mentally as he looked up. He heard what appeared to be the hissing of a spray can, and saw what appeared to be someone hanging on by some type of motorcycle spraying paint on the underside of the bridge's archway. It was hard to make out significant details from this distance, save for the long, stark white hair. Forrest felt a sense of unease watching the figure tagging the bridge, as he thought their position was unstable. He grabbed a redwood seed from one of his pockets, and planted it into the ground. He used Sylvan Anthem to grow the seed into a redwood tree with a flattened top to have a stable standing position. He stopped the growth of the tree when he was about fifteen feet below the person, ready to catch them should they end up falling.
"Hey, be careful up there. That looks a bit... unsafe." Forrest called out to the tagger. He seemed to be more concerned about the seemingly unstable position they were in rather than the fact that they were tagging the underside of the bridge.
Nature remembers all. Always make sure you give something back to the world when you take from it.
The sylvan theater hears Forrest in #00FF00 or #008000
Forrest's EP
The sylvan theater hears Forrest in #00FF00 or #008000
Forrest's EP
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Citrine Locke
- Posts: 43
- Joined: Thu Dec 17, 2020 11:43 pm
- Age: 17
- Gender Identity: Female
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Neon Green
- Occupation:
- Semblance Name: Glitch
- Weapon Name: Ex-Machina and Verenium Strýchnos
With this being a pretty secluded area, Citrine figured that—despite it being the middle of the day—she probably had enough time to get a little more detailed than just a quick tag. She found a can of black spray paint in another compartment of her bike, and, after shoving her goggles up for a second to double check it was actually black, laid down a wider outline of black first before she continued with the green. The black took more core strength than her original plan for green had, since she had to lean back further to get a wider coating of paint. Once the black was finished, she leaned in closer to the stone to trace over it in her original neon green. Fuck, she was totally making up for the fact that she’d missed her workout this morning right now.
Though she was intently focused on her work, Citrine was still aware enough to hear the footsteps on the bridge above her. She wasn’t worried though, nobody from up there would be able to see her from that angle. And if they came to investigate? Well, whatever. She was painting a random bridge literally nobody crosses under like ever, so like, who gives a shit?
The approaching footsteps beneath her caught more of her attention, though she still continued with her work. Unless they said anything, she wasn’t going to acknowledge…. what the-? Unable to comprehend what she was hearing, Citrine dropped her held position so that she was just hanging regularly by her knees.
“Gah!” She exclaimed as she realized the thing beneath her a person, reflexively spraying green spray paint at the person like pepper spray—it’s not like she had another weapon on hand after all. Though, upon realizing the person right beneath her had no malintent, she lowered the can. “How the fuck’d you get up here?” As she spoke, her eyes latched onto what must have been the source of the weird sound.
“Is that a fuckin’ tree? Did you- where did that come from did you make that?” She took the lollipop from her mouth to talk, holding it between her paint stained fingers like a cigarette. She was not expecting to literally come face to face with another person while hanging off the underside of a bridge. Could he just grow trees? All plants or just trees? Did they have to be preexisting trees? No, probably not because there definitely wasn’t a tree in the middle of the road when she got here, he must have just created it from scratch. Wild. Had she seen him before? Doubtful.
“Hm? Unsafe?” She echoed, confused for a second before it registered. “Oh! Nah, Ex-Machina isn’t going anywhere, she’s parked and locked right now.” She said, as if that really explained anything.
Though she was intently focused on her work, Citrine was still aware enough to hear the footsteps on the bridge above her. She wasn’t worried though, nobody from up there would be able to see her from that angle. And if they came to investigate? Well, whatever. She was painting a random bridge literally nobody crosses under like ever, so like, who gives a shit?
The approaching footsteps beneath her caught more of her attention, though she still continued with her work. Unless they said anything, she wasn’t going to acknowledge…. what the-? Unable to comprehend what she was hearing, Citrine dropped her held position so that she was just hanging regularly by her knees.
“Gah!” She exclaimed as she realized the thing beneath her a person, reflexively spraying green spray paint at the person like pepper spray—it’s not like she had another weapon on hand after all. Though, upon realizing the person right beneath her had no malintent, she lowered the can. “How the fuck’d you get up here?” As she spoke, her eyes latched onto what must have been the source of the weird sound.
“Is that a fuckin’ tree? Did you- where did that come from did you make that?” She took the lollipop from her mouth to talk, holding it between her paint stained fingers like a cigarette. She was not expecting to literally come face to face with another person while hanging off the underside of a bridge. Could he just grow trees? All plants or just trees? Did they have to be preexisting trees? No, probably not because there definitely wasn’t a tree in the middle of the road when she got here, he must have just created it from scratch. Wild. Had she seen him before? Doubtful.
“Hm? Unsafe?” She echoed, confused for a second before it registered. “Oh! Nah, Ex-Machina isn’t going anywhere, she’s parked and locked right now.” She said, as if that really explained anything.
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Nova Starr
- Posts: 73
- Joined: Thu Apr 27, 2023 9:27 pm
- Age: 18
- Gender Identity: Female
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Purple
- Occupation: Student
- Semblance Name: Starlight
- Weapon Name: Astrum
Okay, dust-pipe leaks definitely didn't sound like... whatever the hell Nova started to hear from below. Something otherworldly, almost gravelly? She needed to hear it again to describe it any better. Then, whatever was happening turned into a whole-ass confrontation - shouting, spraying, and exclamations tossed recklessly. "What the hell?" is all she thought to whisper, landing on top of the bridge as she pushed away from the edge. She thought short and hard about what to do, questioning whether to inject herself into a most curious situation or keep on keeping on back to Beacon.
Duh. Nosiness, unfortunately, came with the territory of being an adventurer like herself, and she hopped onto the side of the bridge once again. She could see roots sprawled across the middle of the road, exactly where a tree ought not to be. Faintly second-guessing herself, she leaned a little further out to get a better view of the scene below, half of her body now hanging over the edge of the wall.
Unfortunately, Nova's vantage point revealed little more than the back side of a man whom stood at the top of a redwood tree; As one typically does, right? He seemed to be talking to somebody above him, though whoever this mystery girl was just about evaded Nova's vision. Whoever she was, she seemed to be expressing identical thoughts to Nova regarding the tree. "Would be weirder if she wasn't at least a little bothered by that."
Ex-machina? Nova scrunched her eyes together curiously, determined to get a closer look at the scene whilst being as discrete as she hoped she was being. Discretion wasn't her strong suit - it was her weak suit, if anything. When she leaned out just a little more to finally spot what looked like the wheels of a bike parked under the bridge, she felt her supporting foot slip. "Ohshitshitshit, gah!"
She fell body-over-legs over the edge and the ground rapidly approached below. Her heart raced as she panicked, having lost what little sense of direction she had in the first place. Shielding her face with her arms, she peeped an eye open to catch just a frantic glimpse at the whole scene below the bridge, but lacked any real time to appreciate the absurdity of it all as she hurdled toward the painful pillow that was solid ground.
Duh. Nosiness, unfortunately, came with the territory of being an adventurer like herself, and she hopped onto the side of the bridge once again. She could see roots sprawled across the middle of the road, exactly where a tree ought not to be. Faintly second-guessing herself, she leaned a little further out to get a better view of the scene below, half of her body now hanging over the edge of the wall.
Unfortunately, Nova's vantage point revealed little more than the back side of a man whom stood at the top of a redwood tree; As one typically does, right? He seemed to be talking to somebody above him, though whoever this mystery girl was just about evaded Nova's vision. Whoever she was, she seemed to be expressing identical thoughts to Nova regarding the tree. "Would be weirder if she wasn't at least a little bothered by that."
Ex-machina? Nova scrunched her eyes together curiously, determined to get a closer look at the scene whilst being as discrete as she hoped she was being. Discretion wasn't her strong suit - it was her weak suit, if anything. When she leaned out just a little more to finally spot what looked like the wheels of a bike parked under the bridge, she felt her supporting foot slip. "Ohshitshitshit, gah!"
She fell body-over-legs over the edge and the ground rapidly approached below. Her heart raced as she panicked, having lost what little sense of direction she had in the first place. Shielding her face with her arms, she peeped an eye open to catch just a frantic glimpse at the whole scene below the bridge, but lacked any real time to appreciate the absurdity of it all as she hurdled toward the painful pillow that was solid ground.
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Forrest Waldstein
- Posts: 168
- Joined: Wed Apr 12, 2023 6:51 pm
- Age: 18
- Gender Identity: Male
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Green
- Occupation: Student
- Semblance Name: Sylvan Anthem
- Weapon Name: Grashalm
Forrest reflexively braced himself as the onslaught of spray paint approached him. His bare forearms blocked the brunt of the cloud of green spray paint.
"ACK!!! Please, stop!" Forrest exclaimed as he tried his best to protect his face from the spray paint. Fortunately for him, the artistic offense relented. He couldn't help but cough a bit as the aerosol fumes tried to enter his airway. Once the fumes subsided, he observed how... green the outside of his forearms became. Fortunately, most of his new outfit came out unpainted.
Aw man... that's gonna take at least a few hours to wash off... Forrest thought as he cleared his throat.
He would've explained himself if he could get a word in edgewise, so he just decided to wait for a natural pause so he could explain.
"Yeah, I made the tree with my Semblance, I thought you were gonna fall so I thought I should catch you just in case." Forrest explained. He would've asked about this "Ex-Machina" she mentioned, but they were interrupted by a more pressing matter...
Forrest heard and saw the source of the scream, and immediately went into rescue mode on sheer instinct. Without any hesitation, he jumped to the ground, the tall redwood withering away as he leapt. He rolled as he landed and sprung back up, just in time to catch the falling woman.
"Are you okay?" Forrest asked as he gently put her back on her feet.
"ACK!!! Please, stop!" Forrest exclaimed as he tried his best to protect his face from the spray paint. Fortunately for him, the artistic offense relented. He couldn't help but cough a bit as the aerosol fumes tried to enter his airway. Once the fumes subsided, he observed how... green the outside of his forearms became. Fortunately, most of his new outfit came out unpainted.
Aw man... that's gonna take at least a few hours to wash off... Forrest thought as he cleared his throat.
He would've explained himself if he could get a word in edgewise, so he just decided to wait for a natural pause so he could explain.
"Yeah, I made the tree with my Semblance, I thought you were gonna fall so I thought I should catch you just in case." Forrest explained. He would've asked about this "Ex-Machina" she mentioned, but they were interrupted by a more pressing matter...
Forrest heard and saw the source of the scream, and immediately went into rescue mode on sheer instinct. Without any hesitation, he jumped to the ground, the tall redwood withering away as he leapt. He rolled as he landed and sprung back up, just in time to catch the falling woman.
"Are you okay?" Forrest asked as he gently put her back on her feet.
Nature remembers all. Always make sure you give something back to the world when you take from it.
The sylvan theater hears Forrest in #00FF00 or #008000
Forrest's EP
The sylvan theater hears Forrest in #00FF00 or #008000
Forrest's EP
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Citrine Locke
- Posts: 43
- Joined: Thu Dec 17, 2020 11:43 pm
- Age: 17
- Gender Identity: Female
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Neon Green
- Occupation:
- Semblance Name: Glitch
- Weapon Name: Ex-Machina and Verenium Strýchnos
“Fuckin’ hell!” Citrine, who had been just about to return to her work, dropped back down to hang from her knees once again, watching some girl literally fall out of the goddamn sky. “I fuckin’ swear, there’s never anyone around here like ever but the one time I’m trying to work, people keep showing up!” Citrine’s lollipop, unfortunately, fell from her mouth as she spoke, as she had forgotten to remove it prior. Cursing far more than should be necessary, she stretched her hand out towards the candy. Before it could hit the ground, the lollipop disappeared in a jolting flash of green light, reappearing in her hand. With a self-satisfied smirk, she stuck the lollipop back in her mouth for a second, before pausing and taking it back out to speak once more, gesturing theatrically as she did,
“Okay is there anyone else who wants to stop by? Anyone more surprise visitors falling out of the sky?” She waited a beat, and when no one else appeared, she nodded once in affirmation. “Good.”
It was only now that her candy was out of mortal peril, and people had stopped falling from the sky, that Citrine noticed the previously constructed tree had disappeared. Huh. Maybe once the guy stopped touching the trees he grew they disappeared? Did they need a constant supply of aura to remain standing? That would suck.
Her can of green spray paint, which she had previously been balancing between her legs out of sheer convenience, began to slip from its perch; Citrine was immediately reminded that her work still wasn’t finished. She grabbed the can before it could fall, and, with a soft huff of annoyance at the core workout she was getting from this, leaned back up into a hollow-body hold to continue her art. The first baselayer of black had been completed, and as she finished off the thinner green layer atop it, the letters took a bit clear shape: the word GLITCH in angular, connected letters. With her work finished, she set her green paint down and glitched her black paint back to her hand, laying down a scribbled background of black, overwhich she began to doodle her emblem in green.
“Okay is there anyone else who wants to stop by? Anyone more surprise visitors falling out of the sky?” She waited a beat, and when no one else appeared, she nodded once in affirmation. “Good.”
It was only now that her candy was out of mortal peril, and people had stopped falling from the sky, that Citrine noticed the previously constructed tree had disappeared. Huh. Maybe once the guy stopped touching the trees he grew they disappeared? Did they need a constant supply of aura to remain standing? That would suck.
Her can of green spray paint, which she had previously been balancing between her legs out of sheer convenience, began to slip from its perch; Citrine was immediately reminded that her work still wasn’t finished. She grabbed the can before it could fall, and, with a soft huff of annoyance at the core workout she was getting from this, leaned back up into a hollow-body hold to continue her art. The first baselayer of black had been completed, and as she finished off the thinner green layer atop it, the letters took a bit clear shape: the word GLITCH in angular, connected letters. With her work finished, she set her green paint down and glitched her black paint back to her hand, laying down a scribbled background of black, overwhich she began to doodle her emblem in green.
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Nova Starr
- Posts: 73
- Joined: Thu Apr 27, 2023 9:27 pm
- Age: 18
- Gender Identity: Female
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Purple
- Occupation: Student
- Semblance Name: Starlight
- Weapon Name: Astrum
Nova poked an eye open, wondering why the ground felt soft and squishy, and not, well... 'ground-y'.
"Huh?"Finally, she realized she'd been saved from a rough landing by... "Forrest?" Of all people. Small world. After being set back on the ground, she nodded in appreciation. "Thanks. That was, uh... oof." The fall had her shaken and her mind was still kind of all over the place, and she took a moment to process everything: the fall, the now-vanished tree, an upside-down motorcycle, the seemingly flummoxed girl hanging from it, and the half-finished art piece above her. A lot was going on. The biker's frustration was understandable.
At the inquiry of any more surprise visitors, for some reason, Nova found herself looking at the edge of the bridge above. Why? She knew nobody else was around. Two people bumping into each other out there was weird, three was even crazier. She'd bet a month's tuition that a fourth wasn't around.
After having calmed down enough, suddenly, it clicked. "Uh." This girl was hanging from a motorcycle underneath the bridge. No fancy apparatus or climbing gear, just gravity dust and absolute faith that she wasn't going to fall and eat shit. Nova understood Forrest's initial concern now. Looking at the boy as she pointed to Citrine, Nova tried to gauge his reaction to the whole thing, mouthing 'what in the world?' in silence.
The graffiti was starting to take shape, but that wasn't the most pressing thing on her mind. She spoke up louder so that the biker could hear her. "Not that I'm, like, in a position to ask you this, but you're one-hundred percent certain that your bike's not gonna fall?"
"Huh?"Finally, she realized she'd been saved from a rough landing by... "Forrest?" Of all people. Small world. After being set back on the ground, she nodded in appreciation. "Thanks. That was, uh... oof." The fall had her shaken and her mind was still kind of all over the place, and she took a moment to process everything: the fall, the now-vanished tree, an upside-down motorcycle, the seemingly flummoxed girl hanging from it, and the half-finished art piece above her. A lot was going on. The biker's frustration was understandable.
At the inquiry of any more surprise visitors, for some reason, Nova found herself looking at the edge of the bridge above. Why? She knew nobody else was around. Two people bumping into each other out there was weird, three was even crazier. She'd bet a month's tuition that a fourth wasn't around.
After having calmed down enough, suddenly, it clicked. "Uh." This girl was hanging from a motorcycle underneath the bridge. No fancy apparatus or climbing gear, just gravity dust and absolute faith that she wasn't going to fall and eat shit. Nova understood Forrest's initial concern now. Looking at the boy as she pointed to Citrine, Nova tried to gauge his reaction to the whole thing, mouthing 'what in the world?' in silence.
The graffiti was starting to take shape, but that wasn't the most pressing thing on her mind. She spoke up louder so that the biker could hear her. "Not that I'm, like, in a position to ask you this, but you're one-hundred percent certain that your bike's not gonna fall?"
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Forrest Waldstein
- Posts: 168
- Joined: Wed Apr 12, 2023 6:51 pm
- Age: 18
- Gender Identity: Male
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Green
- Occupation: Student
- Semblance Name: Sylvan Anthem
- Weapon Name: Grashalm
"No problem, Nova. I'm just happy to help." Forrest replied after she thanked him.
He looked a bit concerned at how shaken she seemed to be from the fall, but his worries seemed to fade as she seemed to collect herself. He noticed how her falling lollipop seemed to materialize back to her hand and observed the frustrated woman with Nova as her tag began to take shape.
Looks like that is her Semblance... I wonder what else she's capable of using that on... Forrest mused.
His gaze returned to Nova as she looked towards him. She was pointing at the woman, perplexed. Forrest simply shrugged, appearing equally as confused as Nova. She seemed strong enough to keep herself from falling though. He still kept an eye on her just in case as she continued developing her tag underneath the bridge.
"By the way, what's your name?" Forrest inquired to the woman hanging off the bike.
He looked a bit concerned at how shaken she seemed to be from the fall, but his worries seemed to fade as she seemed to collect herself. He noticed how her falling lollipop seemed to materialize back to her hand and observed the frustrated woman with Nova as her tag began to take shape.
Looks like that is her Semblance... I wonder what else she's capable of using that on... Forrest mused.
His gaze returned to Nova as she looked towards him. She was pointing at the woman, perplexed. Forrest simply shrugged, appearing equally as confused as Nova. She seemed strong enough to keep herself from falling though. He still kept an eye on her just in case as she continued developing her tag underneath the bridge.
"By the way, what's your name?" Forrest inquired to the woman hanging off the bike.
Nature remembers all. Always make sure you give something back to the world when you take from it.
The sylvan theater hears Forrest in #00FF00 or #008000
Forrest's EP
The sylvan theater hears Forrest in #00FF00 or #008000
Forrest's EP
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Citrine Locke
- Posts: 43
- Joined: Thu Dec 17, 2020 11:43 pm
- Age: 17
- Gender Identity: Female
- Race: Human
- Aura Color: Neon Green
- Occupation:
- Semblance Name: Glitch
- Weapon Name: Ex-Machina and Verenium Strýchnos
Citrine laughed at the girl’s question, though she kept her focus on her art as she spoke. “Wow, you two really have no faith in my pride and joy, huh?” She stored her green away and used one gloved hand to smudge artistic streaks through the green tire. Maybe she’d regret that once she had to wash the glove, but for now the thought barely crossed her mind. She had plenty of gloves anyways, and also couldn’t care less if one of her gloves had paint on it. “Ex-Machina can’t be moved if she’s parked,” she said, failing to elaborate. And sure that wasn’t completely true, the bike’s locking feature wouldn’t be much help if a surface beneath its wheels was torn up, or it was hit by, say, a train, but given that there was decidedly no risk of explosions or trains at the moment, Citrine felt no need to amend her statement.
Deeming her artwork done, Citrine stored her paints away in the side compartments of her bike—which wasn’t the easiest feat when the bike was upside down—and properly remounted the vehicle. Given the placement of the art in alignment with the placement of her vehicle, Citrine couldn’t just drive forward without risking ruining her new work. And for all of Ex-Machina’s tricks and gadgets, a gear shift to reverse was not one of them. Thus, she had two options in front of her: pop a wheelies and spin 180 degrees to drive back down the way she came, or Glitch down. And one was astronomically easier with 100% less risk of ruining her artwork.
And so, with a flickering flash of green, much like the other small flashes from before, both Citrine and her bike disappeared, only to reappear parked on the ground second later in a similar flash. Citrine grinned up at the two strangers from where she lounged across the handlebars of her bike.
“I’m Citrine,” she introduced herself, speaking with her lollipop still tucked to one side of her mouth. “First year Beacon student, resident cavalry fighter and the true prank champion of my graduating class, regardless of what other people say.” She sneered the last part, as though speaking with some specific rival in mind. She offered a hand as she spoke, before promptly remembering that said hand was currently covered in paint. “Whoops—” she peeled her paint covered glove off before reoffering her hand.
Deeming her artwork done, Citrine stored her paints away in the side compartments of her bike—which wasn’t the easiest feat when the bike was upside down—and properly remounted the vehicle. Given the placement of the art in alignment with the placement of her vehicle, Citrine couldn’t just drive forward without risking ruining her new work. And for all of Ex-Machina’s tricks and gadgets, a gear shift to reverse was not one of them. Thus, she had two options in front of her: pop a wheelies and spin 180 degrees to drive back down the way she came, or Glitch down. And one was astronomically easier with 100% less risk of ruining her artwork.
And so, with a flickering flash of green, much like the other small flashes from before, both Citrine and her bike disappeared, only to reappear parked on the ground second later in a similar flash. Citrine grinned up at the two strangers from where she lounged across the handlebars of her bike.
“I’m Citrine,” she introduced herself, speaking with her lollipop still tucked to one side of her mouth. “First year Beacon student, resident cavalry fighter and the true prank champion of my graduating class, regardless of what other people say.” She sneered the last part, as though speaking with some specific rival in mind. She offered a hand as she spoke, before promptly remembering that said hand was currently covered in paint. “Whoops—” she peeled her paint covered glove off before reoffering her hand.