First Year, Beacon Academy
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Mar 14 2016, 01:41 PM
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It took the rabbit about two blocks to realize he really didn't know where the local libraries were. But, he figured heading towards the municipal/government buildings should land 'em around a public library, and the one most likely to keep old newspapers and crap hanging around in the archives.
They needed to pick up a trail that was probably around a decade old, wonderful. Really, there wasn't any guarantee this exact case was what had Sable going AWOL, but it was all they had to go on. Right now? The goal was to get names. People that could point them to other people, and, hopefully, at some point they'd start getting answers.
Riley pulled the bike into a parking spot, taking a few coins out and filling the meter. "'Aight, here comes the boring part." He sighed, stepping off the bike and stuffing the helmet into his backpack. Hey, whad'dya know? Public library, just down the way. "Still got your library card?" Riley joked. "Right, come on." He shrugged, turned, and led the way into the building.
Mar 1 2016, 12:29 AM
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It was that time. Breakfast time. Although, granted, the sun was only just peaking its head over the horizon when Riley was back up since the late, late
night shenanigans of a former teammate suddenly showing up like a ghost in the night.
This was something of a special 24-hour period, so today? Was gonna be Crepe day. The grocery store had been early morning empty, and he'd breezed through. A rare appearance without the flight jacket, too, since that was dirty. Well, all of his clothes could use a wash at this point, it'd been two days, but minimizing the judgmental looks, yo.
Evidence of his efforts peeked out of plastic grocery bags: flour, sugar, salt, eggs, milk, and various condiments: jam, sweetened condensed milk, and a small carton of blueberries. The coffee maker hissed and burbled, and the scent of hazelnut was just starting to waft out.
He'd forgotten a sifter. It's the little things that kill. He attacked the nuggets of flour with a vengeance, determined not to be foiled by hard little lumps in his crepes. Then the sugar and salt. He hung a bag on the handles of a drawer and pitched shells into it as he cracked eggs. Whoops. No one saw that.
Well, shit, that was a lot of batter, yo. That was what fridges were for though, right? Riley used a fork to cut off a chunk of butter from a stick, dropped it in the pan, and lit up the stove.
It's crepe time.
Feb 14 2016, 01:38 PM
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"Don't thank me just yet." Riley folded his arms, watching Alex try the door. Locked, of course. Who leaves a not entirely empty building just unlocked for anyone to come and go? This was one of the worst parts of town, at least, it was when Riley was growing up. "Well, at the very least, the locks still work." He quipped and slid in front of Alex. "Kinda surprised nobody's gone through the windows yet, place is in better shape than I thought it'd be."
Hands dug through a series of pockets, looking for a key. "C'mon, I know I kept it... here we go." Riley pulled out a small steel key, which... didn't fit. A look of confusion on his face, he tried it a few more times. Yep, definitely didn't fit. "Dammit, must've changed the locks before everyone left. Hold on." This problem could be fixed in like, two seconds if he scrambled the lock with his Semblance, but, well... He hated ruining perfectly good things, and having to change the lock again afterwards would not be fun.
Instead a hand reached out to touch a nearby metal railing, and suddenly the surface of the railing began to waver and warp. Threads of the soul reached out, grasping the material of the metal itself and shaping it, pulling it out until a series of small metal rods protruded from the railing. A slight tug, and the newly fashioned lockpicks snapped neatly off. They weren't the best quality, but Riley was fairly certain he could jimmy the door without needing to replace the lock the morning after.
Nov 9 2015, 01:05 AM
"Hmm, let's see... We shall finish today with a sparring session." old, kindly grey eyes scanned the classroom, alighting on two pupils in particular. "Miss Wallice and Mister Callaghan, please step forward." Professor Nightfall motioned towards the open area towards the front of the class.
Ears pricked up as Riley was drawn back into the present. Was someone talking at him? Who uses the word 'Mister' anymore, let alone in reference to Riley? The hamster wheel in his head replayed the last moments, and it all suddenly came together. Shit, really? Just my luck. Riley stood and made his way down, loading his weapons as he did. Lucky rabbit's foot his ass.
Orange eyes scanned the crowd, who was this Wallice girl? What had Teach gotten him into?
Reaching the bottom of the aisle, Riley turned to seeing exactly how much space he had to fight in. Between the first set of desks and the teacher's table was decent, if leaning on the narrow side of things for acrobatics. Perpendicular to that, though, was more than enough room for all kinds of shenanigans.
Apr 20 2015, 05:44 PM
Posted here from RLR1.0 for Continuity/Reference's sake.
How does one take a fall?
I’ve had a few nasty ones as a kid. Being the fleet-of-foot kinda guy I am, Running and Jumping comes rather naturally, but you can screw up.
Still, I'm Nothin’ but leg, yo. This rabbit’s skippin’ leg day!
Well, at least until this rabbit learned he was gonna get shot off of something for the first year entry exam. Thanks for the spoiler, paranoid little third year tyke from the arcade!
Anyway, I can take most falls pretty easy, even the tops of most building’s are within that mild “troublesome” zone.
At least the buildings I was around as a kid. Those big boys in Downtown? Deep in the “Oh shit” territory that makes you aware of how badly you’re afraid of heights. Not that I’m afraid of heights, or anything, just afraid of havin’ my leg bones shoot out my shoulders. THAT’s a rational fear.
Digressing again, the problem I have now is taking a drop off a huge height (I’m assuming from the Beacon Cliffs, ‘cause where else do we have cliffs around here?) without dying or breaking anything important like limbs on the way down. Seems like a pretty tough problem unless you’re packing a parachute (And by all accounts, it looks like we don’t get parachutes).
The solution’s actually pretty simple. Y’see, objects come to a move and stop by way of what’s called Impulse, it’s a measure of a force acting on something (thus affecting acceleration, velocity, so forth) and time (The period over which the force is acting). Gravity’s sending a constant Impulse on us towards the center of the planet, which sorta builds up when something like our legs isn’t canceling it out (Impulse doesn’t actually build up, that’s more velocity or momentum or one of those other things, just bear with me.)
Bringing something to a stop means applying an Impulse to accelerate an object opposite where it’s moving. There’re two real methods to this, either apply a huge amount of force over a very short time, or apply a smaller force over a longer time period.
For the sake of my pretty little legs, I want to take the latter option.
Now I don’t exactly have a lot of tools to do this with as it is. Since I assume the monster hunting school is gonna want to do more than test the tensile strength of our femurs I’m going into this initiation packing heat. That’s pretty much everything I actually own.
But! That’s perfectly dandy, because I’ve got the cureall humanity’s been using since the dark ages! Dust, of a red, powdery form specifically. The kind I kinda use as the gunpowder for my shells and slugs. I always keep at least two extra with my combat gear, it’s expensive upkeep, but it’s definitely worth it.
So, If I need to apply a force less than that of smacking the earth at terminal velocity for longer than an instant, what better way to do it than by shunting exploding red dust down the operating end of the jackals?
Doin’ it’s pretty simple, I don’t even need to do any fancy mechanism overrides or tinker with the dust systems. I plug the spare rods in by themselves, not load any magazines into the chamber, and jam a rock or something into the loader so the guns think it’s still in the “Load+Fire” stage.
Just hoping it has enough kick to let me take the fall.
Best to test, of course.