Post by Spectre on Oct 28, 2016 21:11:10 GMT -6
(Some dialogue is taken from the transcripts on the RWBY wiki in scenarios such as speeches and the like. Just a heads up. This RP takes place alongside the main story from episode 1 and onward.)
Junior's Club, Vale.
Behind the bar there is a large, heavyset fellow wearing immense dark salmon colored plate armor with a hound motif. The helm is an armet with a toothy Mesocephalic snout-like visor. (tl;dr, the spot where he sees through looks like a dog mouth.). The top of the helmet is tipped with a pair of spikes that resemble pointed ears. The gauntlets and boots are designed to give full movement of the fingers and toes, and each digit is tipped with a relatively blunt claw. The armor is decorated with various celtic knots that bear a vague resemblance to the human vein system.
His weapon appears to be an immense pole arm, with both ends tipped with a blade. The blades are quite large(One being larger than the other), resembling a pair of wide great swords. The blades are quite thick, and beneath the base of the larger spearhead there are two triggers with a gear-like switch underneath. A similar mechanism is under the base of the smaller spearhead.
Junior:Bradagan, we've been going over your lines for half an hour now. Just give everyone whatever drinks they want and make sure they pay. We don't do tabs in here unless their picture is on the wall. *gestures to a wall behind the bar couter*
Brad:*In a voice oddly high pitched for his size* Ok! "Hey bruv, what'll you have?" for guys, "You got a name, sweetheart?" for women, and if they ask to see you tell them you're out for the night.
Junior:You still sound like you're faking it. Whatever, it'll do. Now, everyone who comes in here is pretty yellow so you shouldn't have to worry about any fights starting with all my men standing around looking tough. *leaves, malachite twins in tow*
Brad:*exhales* (Ok, first job ever. Can't afford to mess up.)
Music
Brad:*Nods his head to the music* (Oh..I love this song. Just wish it wasn't so loud!)*looks down and begins cleaning a martini glass*
A rather striking blonde woman walks into the club, she approaches the bar.
Yang:*Sits down* Strawberry Sunrise. No ice.
Brad:Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?
Yang:Aren't you a little huge to have a voice that high?
Brad:(Oh man, She's acting confrontational! What do I do!?..OH! Forgot my line) *Leans in* You got a name sweetheart? (Excellent, I said it perfectly that time!)
Yang:Yes sweetie, I got several. But instead of sweetheart you can call me SIR! *Grabs his groin*
Brad:What are you doing!?
Yang:I'm here to see Junior. Now!
Brad: Okay, evidently I've offended you in some way. I really don't wanna lose this job because it pays well, its my first job in general, and these are rehearsed lines!
Yang:How are you even standing!?
Brad:What do you mean? I-...Oh.*sighs*
Yang:...............
Brad:I uh....*Turns and Coughs* This is awkward.
Yang:*lets go and shakes her hand off, looking puzzled*
Brad:*Scratches the back of his helmet* (Pretending I got an itch..)
Yang:*sigh* Sorry about uh, Grabbing you. But is Junior here? I need to see him, its important.
Brad:He went out for the night, I'm not sure what time he'll be back. Sorry.
Yang:Oh well, I guess that means I have time for my drink!
Brad:*hands her the drink she ordered* Strawberry sunrise, no ice, and I even put in a little umbrella!
Yang: *Smiles* Aww, isn't that sweet of you! *Picks up her drink and takes a sip*..*puckers*
Brad:So! *nervously* How is it?
Yang:*Grins* Its good! Thanks. Really...Tart.
Brad:*sighs in relief* Really good to know the First drink I mixed wasn't a failure! *Exasperated* Unless you're just being nice.
Yang: Its fine, I promise! Anyway, I feel that we got off on the wrong foot.
Brad:Ah, no worries. I had it coming, I figured its not proper courtesy greeting someone with a pick-up line, but since that's what Junior told me to say I figured I should follow his instructions to the letter.
Yang:I can respect that. *holds out her hand*
Brad:*Recoils*
Yang: Easy big guy! You know how to handshake right?
Brad:Ah..Yes. *Shakes her hand*
Yang: Name's Yang Xiao Long!
Brad: Just call me Brad.
Yang:So, I've never seen you around. Whats a decorated huntsman like you doing working in a bar?
Brad:I'm actually not a huntsman yet. I just finished my last semester at signal and I'm moving to Beacon tomorrow.
Yang:Really? My little sister goes to signal and *pauses and thinks* Wait, how old are you?
Brad:Seventeen!
Yang:I never would have guessed. How did you end up with a job as a bartender?
Brad:Junior just walked up to me and said he'd pay me 30 lien per hour. Not an offer to turn your nose up at!
Yang: Well that figures, junior always was one to tip toe around the law.
Brad: Please don't tell anyone about my age, I really don't wanna lose this job on the first day!
Yang: Your secret's safe with me. Change the subject?
Brad:Yes!
Yang: If you don't mind me asking, whats up with your equipment? it looks Really top notch, that's why I originally took you for a huntsman.
Brad:The armor and weapon are both heirlooms.
Yang:Mind if I look at your weapon?
Brad:Oh, of course. Just please, for the love of all that is holy, don't drop it! *Hands her his pole arm*
Yang:*takes it and gasps in surprise* Its..Heavy! I mean REALLY heavy! *looks over it and mutters* Ruby would love this.
Brad: *impressed* I'm surprised you can carry it, took six of juniors men to try and confiscate it from me before he gave them the all-clear.
Yang:What can I say? Strength runs in my family! *hands it back* I appreciate it.
Brad:Of course. *Takes it and puts it on his back*
Yang:So, you mentioned they were Heirlooms. Got any family?
Brad:I...No. No family. Grimm attack wiped my hometown out completely.
Yang:*Sincere* Aww, I'm Sorry.
Brad:Don't be. Its in the past, probably never would have been found and taken to Signal if it didn't happen. Lemonade out of lemons as the old proverb goes!
Yang: That so? Good way to look at it! I'm attending Beacon this year myself, maybe we'll run into each other again.
Brad:That'd be swell-
??:HEY! barkeep, stop chewing the fat!
Brad:OH! Sorry. *looks at Yang* I need to take this, feel free to kick back.
Yang:*waves as Brad heads down the bar*
Roman is sitting down on a bar stool. Neopolitan is standing next to him.
Roman:About time. You new here?
Brad:Yes sir I am. Need a drink bruv?..*looks at Neo* You got a-...*thinks*..Can I get you anything ma'am?
Neo:*Shakes her head*
Roman: Double shot of Screaming Blitzen. Put it on my tab.
Brad:I'm on it! *begins mixing the drink*
Roman:*looking at his watch* Can we speed this along? I need to be somewhere by nine!
Brad: My apologies, just making sure I'm using the right mixture!
Roman:*growls and facepalms*
Brad hands Roman his drink.
Roman:*Sips it* Amateur, didn't put in enough peppermint. Hope you don't expect a tip.
Brad: *Dejected* No sir, I don't. Anything else?
Roman: Give Junior my regards when he gets back... *puts two cards on the counter and walks out, Neo in tow, several of Juniors men follow him*
Brad:*looks at the cards* Huh, that is way more than what the drink costs..He DID leave me a tip!... Yang! *Walks back over and Notices she isn't there, her drink is nearly full*...Ah. Figures. *notices a lein card and a little napkin note* Oh....
"Brad,
Thanks for the chat. Overheard where to find Junior so I'm heading out, keep the change!
P.S: Go easy on the lemon next time. ;3
<3 Y"
Brad:Well at least she left a tip. *Puts one of the cards in the cash register*..*picks up her drink and downs it himself*...OOOOGH! *coughs* That is SOUR...
Two hours pass by. Brad has been dragging through the night, he looks drained.
Brad: So many people.....Theres ringing in my ears...Where on earth is Junior?
The news comes on a television perched over the bar.
Here's Lisa Lavender with tonights breaking news!
Lisa:The crime wave thats been sweeping across Vale continues as a small independent Dust Store "From Dust Till Dawn" was robbed in the last hour. Police are currently investigating the scene and are recommending homeowners and shopkeepers close up early and to lock their doors and windows. Eyewitnesses claim that the robbery was carried out by the notorious career criminal Roman Torchwick, *Puts up his mugshot*
Brad:*Shakes head* Another robbery...Wait a minute, thats the man that was in here a while back!...Oh dear, whatever have I gotten myself into!
Junior walks in with a limp, along with the Malachite twins who look worse for wear.
Brad:...*Looks at Junior, he's arguably nervous* Boss! You're back.
Junior:*grunts and sits down, hissing in pain* Just give me a bottle.
Brad:Yes sir. *Hands him a bottle of tequila*
Junior:*Downs it*
Brad:Are you alright boss?
Junior: Got manhandled in front of the twins by a blonde woman whose over a foot shorter than me. You think I'm alright!?
Brad:*Uncomfortably* Oh.
Junior:*takes a drink*
Brad:Well..*thinks for a minute* Hey Junior, I appreciate the opportunity you've given me. But I'm afraid this job isn't for me. I can't handle all the noise.
Junior:I'm surprised you can even hear in that tin suit! Fine, go.
Brad:*sighs*
Junior:*Holds out some Lien cards* Just take your pay and get out.
Brad:Okay. Oh, Torchwick sends you his regards. Thank you. *takes the lien and leaves the club*
He walks outside.
Brad:*Sigh* (Don't wanna get involved with the criminal underworld. Figured a salary that nice was too good to be true.)
??:So Brad, how was you first job in the urban jungle?
Brad: Ugh, terrible Mr. Branwen. My ears are ringing, came close to getting involved with criminals, got yelled at, frankly I just want to start going back to school where everything's organized and legal.
Qrow:Well that's a shame! Junior's has the best selection of drinks this side of Vale, would have been really nice being besties with the bartender.
Brad:I don't see how you could stand going in a place like that all the time. Those awful lights flickering everywhere constantly, the music loud enough to vibrate my helmet...Ugh.
Qrow: Well thats city life for you, things are gonna be alot different here than on Patch.
Brad:Honestly miss the forests of Ghruama. Beowolves and ursae at every corner but I find them several times more honest than most of the people I've met thus far, plus they were....Simpler to deal with.
Qrow:Don't be like that, you're gonna go places kid, you did so well at Signal you got invited to beacon after just one semester. Got the making of a killer huntsman!
Brad: If you say so Mr Branwen.
Qrow:Would you stop calling me that? Just Qrow will work, you're not technically my student anymore so you can ditch the formalities. *Takes a swig from his flask then hands it over to Brad*
Brad:*Takes it, cracks the front of his helm and takes a large swallow* Blah....Like swallowing fire. *Hands it back*
Qrow:*Takes a swig..Only to find the flask is empty, he turns it upside down with a bemused grimace* Well maybe it wouldn't have burned so much if you didn't wharf down the last half of the container..
Brad:Sorry Qrow.
Qrow:Just don't make it a habit. Need to drink it in moderation, like me! Otherwise you'll become an alcoholic.
Brad:I think I just understood sarcasm for once.
Qrow:*Laughs* See? You're getting it. Go get some rest kid, you got a big day tomorrow.
Brad:Alright. See you.
Qrow:*Transforms and flies off*
The next day; prospective students are on an airship headed towards Beacon.
Brad:*Sitting down in front of a window, looking at the city below*
??:Hello Brad.
Brad:*looks up* Oh, Hello Ms. Goodwitch.
Glynda: I apologize for any inconvenience, but a hiccup in our servers resulted in several pieces of information being destroyed. I'm going to need you to fill out your Student Profile again.
Brad:Every trace of it? You can't dig up my profile from Signal?
Glynda:Its a lot more convenient to fill out the information sheet. *hands him a Scroll*
Brad:Ok Ms. Goodwitch. I figured something like this'd happen, so I got a copy of the sheet saved on my Scroll a little while back. *holds up his scroll*
Glynda:Very wise! Lets link them up.
HUNTSMAN BIO
Name: DRUST, BRADAGAN
Age: 17
Height: 6'8 / 2.03 Meters
Weight: 487 LBS/ 220.8 Kilos
Equipment;
1: Gae Bolga Cannon
Weight: 119 LBS / 53.9 Kilos
Max Width: 1'8 / 0.5 M
Length: 7'5 / 2.26 Meters
Folded: N/A
2: Riastrad Matrix
Weight/Height: N/A
Semblance: Warp Spasm
Description: Ability to directly channel aura into malleable body mass, enabling shifting of density. Mass cannot decrease past the users initial weight.
Glynda:*Shifts glasses* Its going to be difficult acquiring a locker that can hold your weapon since it can't fold...The sheet is incomplete unfortunately. We'll need specific measurements of your armor in order to prepare a locker for it.
Brad:The armor doesn't come off.
Glynda: Don't be ridiculous -
Brad:Ever.
Glynda: Mr. Bradagan, regulations aren't going to allow-
Brad:*getting defensive* I thought we had all of this worked out when I was back at Signal! *Stands up* The armor. STAYS ON. ALL THE TIME.
Glynda: *narrows eyes* Watch your tone-
*Beep*
Glynda:I need to take this. We aren't done. *Checks her scroll*...........Very well, Mr. Drust. You can keep the armor with you. *begins walking away*
Brad:Thank you...*follows her* Ms. Goodwitch! I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. Its just, this armor is extremely important to me. I can't take it off. You wouldn't understand...
Glynda: Apology accepted Brad.
Brad:Just..I had no right to get snappy, but I have this...*Trying to find words* Condition, I need to keep the armor on. Please understand-
Glynda: *Sighs and smiles lightly* You already apologized once, you have a pass on the armor. Its ok.
Brad:*exhales in relief* Thank you! If there is anything I can do to make up for copping an attitude, please don't hesitate to let me know!
Glynda: *chuckles* Just make sure to do your assignments on time and pay attention in your classes. I'm sure we'll forget about this incident before we know it.
Brad:Good to know, thank you so much for being understanding! I'm sure you're a busy lady so I'll go back to staring out this window!
Glynda:*walks off* You do that, I'll see you later Brad.
Brad:*exhales and sits down*
Junior's Club, Vale.
Behind the bar there is a large, heavyset fellow wearing immense dark salmon colored plate armor with a hound motif. The helm is an armet with a toothy Mesocephalic snout-like visor. (tl;dr, the spot where he sees through looks like a dog mouth.). The top of the helmet is tipped with a pair of spikes that resemble pointed ears. The gauntlets and boots are designed to give full movement of the fingers and toes, and each digit is tipped with a relatively blunt claw. The armor is decorated with various celtic knots that bear a vague resemblance to the human vein system.
His weapon appears to be an immense pole arm, with both ends tipped with a blade. The blades are quite large(One being larger than the other), resembling a pair of wide great swords. The blades are quite thick, and beneath the base of the larger spearhead there are two triggers with a gear-like switch underneath. A similar mechanism is under the base of the smaller spearhead.
Junior:Bradagan, we've been going over your lines for half an hour now. Just give everyone whatever drinks they want and make sure they pay. We don't do tabs in here unless their picture is on the wall. *gestures to a wall behind the bar couter*
Brad:*In a voice oddly high pitched for his size* Ok! "Hey bruv, what'll you have?" for guys, "You got a name, sweetheart?" for women, and if they ask to see you tell them you're out for the night.
Junior:You still sound like you're faking it. Whatever, it'll do. Now, everyone who comes in here is pretty yellow so you shouldn't have to worry about any fights starting with all my men standing around looking tough. *leaves, malachite twins in tow*
Brad:*exhales* (Ok, first job ever. Can't afford to mess up.)
Music
Brad:*Nods his head to the music* (Oh..I love this song. Just wish it wasn't so loud!)*looks down and begins cleaning a martini glass*
A rather striking blonde woman walks into the club, she approaches the bar.
Yang:*Sits down* Strawberry Sunrise. No ice.
Brad:Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?
Yang:Aren't you a little huge to have a voice that high?
Brad:(Oh man, She's acting confrontational! What do I do!?..OH! Forgot my line) *Leans in* You got a name sweetheart? (Excellent, I said it perfectly that time!)
Yang:Yes sweetie, I got several. But instead of sweetheart you can call me SIR! *Grabs his groin*
Brad:What are you doing!?
Yang:I'm here to see Junior. Now!
Brad: Okay, evidently I've offended you in some way. I really don't wanna lose this job because it pays well, its my first job in general, and these are rehearsed lines!
Yang:How are you even standing!?
Brad:What do you mean? I-...Oh.*sighs*
Yang:...............
Brad:I uh....*Turns and Coughs* This is awkward.
Yang:*lets go and shakes her hand off, looking puzzled*
Brad:*Scratches the back of his helmet* (Pretending I got an itch..)
Yang:*sigh* Sorry about uh, Grabbing you. But is Junior here? I need to see him, its important.
Brad:He went out for the night, I'm not sure what time he'll be back. Sorry.
Yang:Oh well, I guess that means I have time for my drink!
Brad:*hands her the drink she ordered* Strawberry sunrise, no ice, and I even put in a little umbrella!
Yang: *Smiles* Aww, isn't that sweet of you! *Picks up her drink and takes a sip*..*puckers*
Brad:So! *nervously* How is it?
Yang:*Grins* Its good! Thanks. Really...Tart.
Brad:*sighs in relief* Really good to know the First drink I mixed wasn't a failure! *Exasperated* Unless you're just being nice.
Yang: Its fine, I promise! Anyway, I feel that we got off on the wrong foot.
Brad:Ah, no worries. I had it coming, I figured its not proper courtesy greeting someone with a pick-up line, but since that's what Junior told me to say I figured I should follow his instructions to the letter.
Yang:I can respect that. *holds out her hand*
Brad:*Recoils*
Yang: Easy big guy! You know how to handshake right?
Brad:Ah..Yes. *Shakes her hand*
Yang: Name's Yang Xiao Long!
Brad: Just call me Brad.
Yang:So, I've never seen you around. Whats a decorated huntsman like you doing working in a bar?
Brad:I'm actually not a huntsman yet. I just finished my last semester at signal and I'm moving to Beacon tomorrow.
Yang:Really? My little sister goes to signal and *pauses and thinks* Wait, how old are you?
Brad:Seventeen!
Yang:I never would have guessed. How did you end up with a job as a bartender?
Brad:Junior just walked up to me and said he'd pay me 30 lien per hour. Not an offer to turn your nose up at!
Yang: Well that figures, junior always was one to tip toe around the law.
Brad: Please don't tell anyone about my age, I really don't wanna lose this job on the first day!
Yang: Your secret's safe with me. Change the subject?
Brad:Yes!
Yang: If you don't mind me asking, whats up with your equipment? it looks Really top notch, that's why I originally took you for a huntsman.
Brad:The armor and weapon are both heirlooms.
Yang:Mind if I look at your weapon?
Brad:Oh, of course. Just please, for the love of all that is holy, don't drop it! *Hands her his pole arm*
Yang:*takes it and gasps in surprise* Its..Heavy! I mean REALLY heavy! *looks over it and mutters* Ruby would love this.
Brad: *impressed* I'm surprised you can carry it, took six of juniors men to try and confiscate it from me before he gave them the all-clear.
Yang:What can I say? Strength runs in my family! *hands it back* I appreciate it.
Brad:Of course. *Takes it and puts it on his back*
Yang:So, you mentioned they were Heirlooms. Got any family?
Brad:I...No. No family. Grimm attack wiped my hometown out completely.
Yang:*Sincere* Aww, I'm Sorry.
Brad:Don't be. Its in the past, probably never would have been found and taken to Signal if it didn't happen. Lemonade out of lemons as the old proverb goes!
Yang: That so? Good way to look at it! I'm attending Beacon this year myself, maybe we'll run into each other again.
Brad:That'd be swell-
??:HEY! barkeep, stop chewing the fat!
Brad:OH! Sorry. *looks at Yang* I need to take this, feel free to kick back.
Yang:*waves as Brad heads down the bar*
Roman is sitting down on a bar stool. Neopolitan is standing next to him.
Roman:About time. You new here?
Brad:Yes sir I am. Need a drink bruv?..*looks at Neo* You got a-...*thinks*..Can I get you anything ma'am?
Neo:*Shakes her head*
Roman: Double shot of Screaming Blitzen. Put it on my tab.
Brad:I'm on it! *begins mixing the drink*
Roman:*looking at his watch* Can we speed this along? I need to be somewhere by nine!
Brad: My apologies, just making sure I'm using the right mixture!
Roman:*growls and facepalms*
Brad hands Roman his drink.
Roman:*Sips it* Amateur, didn't put in enough peppermint. Hope you don't expect a tip.
Brad: *Dejected* No sir, I don't. Anything else?
Roman: Give Junior my regards when he gets back... *puts two cards on the counter and walks out, Neo in tow, several of Juniors men follow him*
Brad:*looks at the cards* Huh, that is way more than what the drink costs..He DID leave me a tip!... Yang! *Walks back over and Notices she isn't there, her drink is nearly full*...Ah. Figures. *notices a lein card and a little napkin note* Oh....
"Brad,
Thanks for the chat. Overheard where to find Junior so I'm heading out, keep the change!
P.S: Go easy on the lemon next time. ;3
<3 Y"
Brad:Well at least she left a tip. *Puts one of the cards in the cash register*..*picks up her drink and downs it himself*...OOOOGH! *coughs* That is SOUR...
Two hours pass by. Brad has been dragging through the night, he looks drained.
Brad: So many people.....Theres ringing in my ears...Where on earth is Junior?
The news comes on a television perched over the bar.
Here's Lisa Lavender with tonights breaking news!
Lisa:The crime wave thats been sweeping across Vale continues as a small independent Dust Store "From Dust Till Dawn" was robbed in the last hour. Police are currently investigating the scene and are recommending homeowners and shopkeepers close up early and to lock their doors and windows. Eyewitnesses claim that the robbery was carried out by the notorious career criminal Roman Torchwick, *Puts up his mugshot*
Brad:*Shakes head* Another robbery...Wait a minute, thats the man that was in here a while back!...Oh dear, whatever have I gotten myself into!
Junior walks in with a limp, along with the Malachite twins who look worse for wear.
Brad:...*Looks at Junior, he's arguably nervous* Boss! You're back.
Junior:*grunts and sits down, hissing in pain* Just give me a bottle.
Brad:Yes sir. *Hands him a bottle of tequila*
Junior:*Downs it*
Brad:Are you alright boss?
Junior: Got manhandled in front of the twins by a blonde woman whose over a foot shorter than me. You think I'm alright!?
Brad:*Uncomfortably* Oh.
Junior:*takes a drink*
Brad:Well..*thinks for a minute* Hey Junior, I appreciate the opportunity you've given me. But I'm afraid this job isn't for me. I can't handle all the noise.
Junior:I'm surprised you can even hear in that tin suit! Fine, go.
Brad:*sighs*
Junior:*Holds out some Lien cards* Just take your pay and get out.
Brad:Okay. Oh, Torchwick sends you his regards. Thank you. *takes the lien and leaves the club*
He walks outside.
Brad:*Sigh* (Don't wanna get involved with the criminal underworld. Figured a salary that nice was too good to be true.)
??:So Brad, how was you first job in the urban jungle?
Brad: Ugh, terrible Mr. Branwen. My ears are ringing, came close to getting involved with criminals, got yelled at, frankly I just want to start going back to school where everything's organized and legal.
Qrow:Well that's a shame! Junior's has the best selection of drinks this side of Vale, would have been really nice being besties with the bartender.
Brad:I don't see how you could stand going in a place like that all the time. Those awful lights flickering everywhere constantly, the music loud enough to vibrate my helmet...Ugh.
Qrow: Well thats city life for you, things are gonna be alot different here than on Patch.
Brad:Honestly miss the forests of Ghruama. Beowolves and ursae at every corner but I find them several times more honest than most of the people I've met thus far, plus they were....Simpler to deal with.
Qrow:Don't be like that, you're gonna go places kid, you did so well at Signal you got invited to beacon after just one semester. Got the making of a killer huntsman!
Brad: If you say so Mr Branwen.
Qrow:Would you stop calling me that? Just Qrow will work, you're not technically my student anymore so you can ditch the formalities. *Takes a swig from his flask then hands it over to Brad*
Brad:*Takes it, cracks the front of his helm and takes a large swallow* Blah....Like swallowing fire. *Hands it back*
Qrow:*Takes a swig..Only to find the flask is empty, he turns it upside down with a bemused grimace* Well maybe it wouldn't have burned so much if you didn't wharf down the last half of the container..
Brad:Sorry Qrow.
Qrow:Just don't make it a habit. Need to drink it in moderation, like me! Otherwise you'll become an alcoholic.
Brad:I think I just understood sarcasm for once.
Qrow:*Laughs* See? You're getting it. Go get some rest kid, you got a big day tomorrow.
Brad:Alright. See you.
Qrow:*Transforms and flies off*
The next day; prospective students are on an airship headed towards Beacon.
Brad:*Sitting down in front of a window, looking at the city below*
??:Hello Brad.
Brad:*looks up* Oh, Hello Ms. Goodwitch.
Glynda: I apologize for any inconvenience, but a hiccup in our servers resulted in several pieces of information being destroyed. I'm going to need you to fill out your Student Profile again.
Brad:Every trace of it? You can't dig up my profile from Signal?
Glynda:Its a lot more convenient to fill out the information sheet. *hands him a Scroll*
Brad:Ok Ms. Goodwitch. I figured something like this'd happen, so I got a copy of the sheet saved on my Scroll a little while back. *holds up his scroll*
Glynda:Very wise! Lets link them up.
HUNTSMAN BIO
Name: DRUST, BRADAGAN
Age: 17
Height: 6'8 / 2.03 Meters
Weight: 487 LBS/ 220.8 Kilos
Equipment;
1: Gae Bolga Cannon
Weight: 119 LBS / 53.9 Kilos
Max Width: 1'8 / 0.5 M
Length: 7'5 / 2.26 Meters
Folded: N/A
2: Riastrad Matrix
Weight/Height: N/A
Semblance: Warp Spasm
Description: Ability to directly channel aura into malleable body mass, enabling shifting of density. Mass cannot decrease past the users initial weight.
Glynda:*Shifts glasses* Its going to be difficult acquiring a locker that can hold your weapon since it can't fold...The sheet is incomplete unfortunately. We'll need specific measurements of your armor in order to prepare a locker for it.
Brad:The armor doesn't come off.
Glynda: Don't be ridiculous -
Brad:Ever.
Glynda: Mr. Bradagan, regulations aren't going to allow-
Brad:*getting defensive* I thought we had all of this worked out when I was back at Signal! *Stands up* The armor. STAYS ON. ALL THE TIME.
Glynda: *narrows eyes* Watch your tone-
*Beep*
Glynda:I need to take this. We aren't done. *Checks her scroll*...........Very well, Mr. Drust. You can keep the armor with you. *begins walking away*
Brad:Thank you...*follows her* Ms. Goodwitch! I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. Its just, this armor is extremely important to me. I can't take it off. You wouldn't understand...
Glynda: Apology accepted Brad.
Brad:Just..I had no right to get snappy, but I have this...*Trying to find words* Condition, I need to keep the armor on. Please understand-
Glynda: *Sighs and smiles lightly* You already apologized once, you have a pass on the armor. Its ok.
Brad:*exhales in relief* Thank you! If there is anything I can do to make up for copping an attitude, please don't hesitate to let me know!
Glynda: *chuckles* Just make sure to do your assignments on time and pay attention in your classes. I'm sure we'll forget about this incident before we know it.
Brad:Good to know, thank you so much for being understanding! I'm sure you're a busy lady so I'll go back to staring out this window!
Glynda:*walks off* You do that, I'll see you later Brad.
Brad:*exhales and sits down*