Blaine smiled as he retrieved an item from his bag. It looked like a pair of headphones, with a metal band and two earmuff-like cups on each end. Just the feeling of it in his hands reminded him of the days where he could solve most of his issues by punching them down and leaving them for the police to find. Now he'd have to learn how to properly work together with not just his team, but real, professional hunters. He looked over at the open door to see Lazuli call for him. Apparently, he was needed with the others for some kind of meeting, but what for? Wasn't everything already explained to them? Nodding to him anyway, he quickly packed his essentials in his pack and exited the room, taking one last glance back inside to make sure he didn't forget anything, and closed the door. Arriving at the meeting, he saw that some teammates had already arrived. "Is something wrong?"
Wow, I don't even remember this at all lmao
At the mention of the name of his teammate, Uva, he frowned. They hadn't really had any time at all to connect, but Blaine couldn't help feeling sadness that they would be losing a member for the time being. For a moment, Blaine felt hopeful when he heard the new team name. The first letter wasn't his anymore...Did that mean that the leader would be changed? And when he heard his answer, he sighed. This burden was still his to bear, but he was still ready to take on all of its weight. After the...fiasco that involved Arian and Noire, Blaine thought it best for him to return to the inn to resupply. He entered his room, and restocked on bullets, though he couldn't help but examine his weapons. Somehow, he didn't have the same...mental grip on them as before, as if he were just learning how to fight all over again. The images of the Grimm attacks rushed back into his head. "I...might need something new. No, just...different." Once again, he was left to contemplate his newfound fate. To hunt down these relics, defeat the sub-guardians, and save the whole world. Though he wouldn't pass up this chance, Blaine couldn't help but let his feelings sink back into the memories of a time where his world was just a bit smaller. He lay on his bed, taking a moment to regather his thoughts.
Whoops I forgot. Does this work?
Rewrite the Stars - The Greatest Showman
As the last of the Grimm were exterminated, Blaine allowed himself a moment of respite before joining the others in rushing back to Qrow and Glynda. The disaster wasn't over yet, but it seemed that they had managed to help mitigate the worst of it with their efforts. Blaine couldn't help but feel glad; First day, fight off a few deities. Second day, they'd leveled down to fighting off a few measly old Grimm. He couldn't complain about that. It seemed that their troubles weren't over yet; An Ursa managed to slip by their radar and had swiped two of their classmates--Huntermates? Not like they would be in school anytime soon. "Auburn!" He rushed with the others, but the intervention of a newcomer quickly put his worries to rest. The stranger, Noire, had just took down an Ursa in one swipe when it took a whole team of them to kill just one. The power of a true Hunter never ceased to surprise him. That being said, Blaine wasn't sure what to make of the new huntress, if she even was one. Something about her seemed off; He could've been completely wrong, but Noire didn't seem like a typical Grimm killer to him. And already, she'd gotten on a few nerves of some of the others, having putted a gun to Qrow's head. It was nice to see that atleast one of them wasn't so offput, though. Following Braden's example, he smiled, too, and nodded. "And I'm Blaine Carmine."
Blaine kept a close eye on everyone on the battlefield, though seeing Auburn use what he thought could've been her Semblance was rather unusual. He'd never seen an ability like that before, though it seemed to be quite useful, being able to maneuver quickly around an enemy. Fortunately, it seemed that the other team had taken out their share of enemies, now team BLAU just had to catch up and they could move on to helping the rest of the village. Watching Auburn fire at another Beowolf, he joined in the barrage, taking aim and taking out said enemy that was fighting with Lazuli. During his fire, though, he was flung across the field by another Beowolf that had managed to get the drop on him. "Ow..." He pushed himself up, unamused, and rushed toward it, slamming his batons into its abdomen and firing again, pushing themselves away from each other. HP: 12/15 Beowolf: 1/4 Beowolves remaining: 3/10 Ammo: 0/3
He looked up at the mention of his name towards Lloyd, his fellow leader. He smiled, nodding. "Yes, Lloyd, I'm doing just fine." Blaine took to listening the various conversations that went on, and he was interested to learn that Dubhan hailed from outside the kingdoms, outside of their protection. A detail like that could say a lot about someone. Their personality, what they've went through, their fighting experience. And all of a sudden, his thinking was interrupted as Qrow ordered them all back to their rooms. With a frown, he returned to his bed, and laid on it. Despite having not eaten at all, he felt strangely content. Perhaps it was from the presence of his fellow hunters-in-training. And with little thought, Blaine managed to drift to sleep. Blaine was hoping for a relatively calm morning compared to what they already went through, but fate seemed to have other things in store. Barely a few minutes up and he was already having to fight Grimm? That maybe a miserable experience for anyone else, but for Blaine, despite his previous thoughts, he relished the opportunity to return to something that he was atleast somewhat familiar with. Catching the bag, he quickly distributed the contents among his team and Braden, then deployed his weapons. Blaine waited for his chance, watching as his team attacked an Ursa. It went down, and he couldn't help but smile. So this was the team he'd be working with? From what he saw, he was quite happy to see them working together with little words. Maybe being a leader wouldn't be too hard after all. His eyes scanned the battlefield until he found a weak Beowolf by Auburn, and with a carefully placed shot, took it out. The hair on the back of his neck tingled, and on reflex, he spun and hammered into the attacking Beowolf with both of his batons. Kicking it away, he jumped forward and, in a devastating combo, smashed his batons against its joints and vital areas until he landed a final blow on its head. It disappeared, and he sighed out of relief. "That was too close..." HP: 15/15 Kills: 2 Beowolves Bullets: 2/3 Beowolves remaining: 7/10
Blaine heard someone walk down the halls, yelling something about food and drinks. He paused his exercise and took a sitting position, thinking it over. Well, he didn't plan on sleeping anytime soon, and if he wasn't going to exercise, he might as well try and socialize with everyone else, right? Surely, there'd be a good amount of people that would take the offer of some refreshments. He even heard atleast one rush down the hall, yelling about some specific food that they wanted. He'd join them soon, he just had to finish his quick goal of a few push-ups and sit-ups. As soon as he finished, Blaine quickly stood up and exited his room, going down the hall and into the dining room, where he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were already a handful of people there. Actually, it looked like almost everyone was there, though there were some faces he didn't recognized. Fortunately, he managed to catch the name of one of them. Dubhán... He silently took a seat and looked around, making sure to take in and memorize all of their faces. Truth be told, Blaine wasn't really that hungry. He was just glad to see everybody together, in a situation that didn't involve fighting some mad Goddesses.
hot or cold? I've been trying to search this on google and I keep getting absolutely nothing related to what I want to know like If some of me is hot and some of me is cold (Like Im cold but I rub my hands together, now just my hands are hot for example.) and I touch my forehead, how would I tell if it was my hand that was hot/cold or my forehead?
Blaine probably should have felt atleast some happiness at seeing the majority of his team talking together, including him, but it seemed that it would have to be stopped short as they had finally arrived at their destination. Though before they left, Blaine heard Auburn's comment about the origin of her fighting skills. Trained by her father...There was definitely something stirring up his memories, but he just couldn't place a finger on it. Didn't really matter, there were more pressing concerns to get to. Blaine walked with the group into the inn, and looked around before taking a seat. He listened intently as Glynda explained everything. Once it was over, Blaine was once again at a loss of words, and emotions. What was he supposed to feel? Excited? Anxious? Apparently, he was part of some prophecy that foretold the world's doom, which could be stopped by a group of first-years. He was just thankful that he managed to get some time to himself, he felt absolutely drained of everything. Sitting on the edge of his bed, Blaine sighed. This wasn't anywhere close to the kind of life he'd expected. Being made a leader was one thing, but now he had to be a part of an effort to stop mystical deities? He knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep soon, so instead of spending his time stressing, Blaine decided to do something. Getting off the bed, he lowered himself onto the floor and started doing push-ups in a handstand. Maybe he'd get rid of some stress this way. Training was nothing but natural and familiar to him at this point. And right now, familiarity was something that he needed in this world of unknowns.
Almost immediately, Blaine felt that this conversation would be going nowhere. It took only about five words, and already, he wasn't liking his odds. It was clear that the negativity from the earlier incident was getting to him. This wasn't like him at all, where was that exuberance? That 'shining optimism?' He had no problem approaching others before, now one decided to pop up as he was speaking to someone that also seemed to have the same issue. On the bright side, it seemed that Auburn was perfectly willing to lend an ear to whatever conversation would follow their mostly stagnated greeting. Thankfully, one of their teammates decided to join the conversation. Surely, with three people, they'd be able to start talking more. Maybe even learn more about each other, other than their names and fighting styles. Or maybe adding another person into the mix may make things worse for Auburn. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Smiling at the newcomer, he nodded. "Yes, I agree! Nice to see you, Lazuli."
Watching the verbal battle take place between Makani and Lloyd brought back some memories from Blaine's earlier life. He had seen this before, arguments, everywhere, in fact. In school, in the streets. It really didn't matter what the place was; the fights could happen anywhere. Blaine sighed. To think that the more negative memories of his life would bring back such a sense of nostalgia at such a time like this. His finger twitched towards his weapon, but he stopped himself, as the fight had already seemed to have cooled itself down. Remembering that he was actually leading a team of four, Blaine looked around to take notes of his...teammates. Lazuli, Auburn, and Uva. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how absolutely screwed this team would be with him as leader. Blaine rarely ever fought with a partner, much less a team,; he'd always prefer to do things solo, his way, so how would this group of four possibly survive? Blaine didn't think he'd be quick enough to just give out orders in a pinch. Not only that, but a leader was supposed to inspire confidence. And as he believed that he'd demonstrated when they met, his social skills were...lacking. He could observe people, he could mentally take notes. But to really talk with them? To get to know them? Some leader he'd be, Ozpin made a mistake. Looking down, he clasped his hands together in thought. If he really was going to lead this team, then, him being the optimistic guy he was, he'd force himself to make the best out of it if he had to. But if things really were to go over the edge...Blaine would be pushing himself out of his role. Surely, someone else would be able to communicate efficiently with the team, would be able to fill all the qualities needed of a leader. Even his fellow leader Lloyd was finally starting to make friends with the more...difficult member of his team. And speaking of communication...There was a startling thought that rang out to him. Blaine couldn't recall hearing one of his teammates voices. Getting up from his seat, he approached Auburn. He hoped to Oum that this wouldn't end up becoming a train wreck. Other than the fact that she seemed even more socially inept than him, there was something else about her that seemed...almost familiar. Something he had felt earlier, but couldn't recall now. "You're Auburn, yes?"
Blaine wanted to think that they were doing actual damage, but the word Guardians kept ringing in his head. He absolutely doubted that they, two teams of first-years, would be able to help in any possible way against this hopeless battle. And that's when it happened. One second, he was firing away. The next, everything turned to black, red, and pain. He'd managed to pull through and reawaken, but by the time he did, it seemed that the battle was just about to increase in scale. Gritting his teeth, he found himself, along with everyone else, completely useless as they were called out to escape to the helipads. Blaine looked back to catch a glimpse of the battle of the titans, but he saw nothing as he finally entered the bullhead. By then, the adrenaline had run out, and he'd realize how his state was practically in shambles. Blaine had to take a knee as soon as he'd gotten in the Bullhead, never mind sitting on a chair, he needed to calm himself down. He'd never felt that much...fear. Staring death in the face used to be practically a hobby for him, and he'd run towards it willingly, scared yet steadfast. But looking back on his battle, it didn't seem as if he were facing death. It just felt like he was fighting a demon of hell, something...unworldly. Taking a look at his hand, he was vaguely surprised to find it shivering. Nonetheless, he bit down on his tongue, clenching his fist tightly as he tried to remember his training. Deep breaths, Blaine... He could just barely make out what everyone else was saying, and from the looks of it, another argument seemed ready to break out. Lloyd was right; What in the actual hell were they expected to do? He made himself some room to join the conversation. Standing up, he shook his head. "I would like to think of it that way, but I think we'd be more well-known as the first-years that managed to survive death by...magical deities." He'd also need some time to work out that last part. His life for the last few years had just been nothing but fighting on the streets. This was a serious ascension in his job that he wasn't expecting.
Blaine realized that his weapons seemed to have little effect. Curses! He fired them again anyway, this time at the clone.
Blaine wondered how his first experience leadering his new team would go. It seemed that he wouldn't have to wait very long to find out. Thankfully, his team seemed perfectly capable of handling things on their own, so he didn't have to spend too much time worrying over what orders he should give out. Speaking of orders... Overhearing the leader of the other team give out his own, Blaine decided that that was a rather sound strategy for his own team to follow, as well. "Alright, team!" He called out. "Follow...what Lloyd said!" Not his best first line as a leader, but he was in a hurry. Taking his position away from everyone else while still keeping the clones within his range of fire, he pulled out his tonfas, which doubled as a pair of guns, and took aim, shooting two bullets at both clones each. He may have been catapulted into a completely ridiculous battle, but he wasn't going to let that put a stop to his thinking. "If any of you have ranged weapons, I suggest you test them on the clones now." When faced with an unknown opponent, Blaine wouldn't fire randomly; He had to test out their defenses, see what was effective. And given the fact that both clones could manipulate fire, close-quarters was the last thing he wanted to do.
[Heavily wip like who knows maybe it'll take the whole summer to finish this lol] Characters Name: Evan Characters Age: 20 Character Race: Human Characters Gender: Male Characters Appearance: Characters Personality: Role in Society: (Are you a farmer, are you a nobleman, are you a slave or a commoner?) Do You Have Any Weapons: Dragons Name: Mir Dragons Age: (Can live to be several hundred years old) Dragons Gender: Male Dragons Appearance: Dragons Size: (Anywhere from 6 inches, to 50+ feet long) Dragon Strength to Magic: (A total of 10 points divided between magic gifted to the partner, and strength the dragon possesses) Dragons Personality: Pact Price: Evan's memories Anything else: Huehue I wonder who can tell from what game I based this character the **** out of
Blaine wasn't too set in his expectations when he arrived at Beacon. He expected simpler things, such as some kind of entrance exam, and having to work very hard to make sure he'd keep his grades up. He wasn't expecting a meeting with a living legend with control over a fundamental element. Was this even real? Was he dreaming? He was at a loss of words, and instead, let everyone else do the talking. Blaine had never been much of a reader of fairy tales, but he could still feel the pressure on him from being in the presence of one that was true. Above all of that, though, what could have been the point in telling them this information? He didn't think his day could have gotten any weirder until he'd heard their explanation. Was that really it? The fate of the world rested on the shoulders of incoming students into Beacon? He couldn't deny a sense of excitement and joy at having such an opportunity to test his skills, but it had taken him years to finally attain them. This task was surely too much for a fighter like him. Time did not give him much of itself to think, and before he knew it, he lined up with his new teammates, barely catching all three names. For a moment, he thought he had misheard. He was the leader of this new team?? He couldn't fathom why him of all people. Was such a decision truly the right one? He tried his best not to question this decision. After all, Ozpin trusted him to enroll into his academy. Blaine wanted to believe that Ozpin had made the right choice in electing him to this new, important position. He followed everyone into the elevator(Hmm, I thought they played music...), and arrived outside. Now here he was, with his three new teammates. He took a quick glance at the other team, and frowned. Blaine liked to consider himself a very nice and polite person, unjudgemental. But he couldn't help but feel slightly glad that he was not amongst the other team. Though, the one he believed was named Lloyd had a rather good idea in team bonding. He shifted his focus to his own, and tried to smile. "I...suppose we should start with proper introductions? I'm Blaine Carmine, your...leader." Those last two words sounded so strange in his own voice. He never could've imagined being in such a high position. In fact, he still couldn't. "We should probably get to know each other, and fast. I don't believe there's much time."
Nope, it's me. No one else has this issue.
I think this happened after a Spectrum blackout, and then it recovered. Basically, I play on this Jailbreak server for Outpost a lot, and then after Spectrum's internet recovered(**** you Spectrum), I suddenly couldn't join the JB server anymore because I keep getting this "connection failed after 4 retries." The weird thing is that I get this same error for Outpost's second JB server, but I don't have this error for any of Outpost's other servers, or any other server in the game. Thoughts pls?
