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Welcome to the Game
Sometimes, I hate my life. Not the, "Everything is wrong, I want to kill myself" type of hate, but the kind where you just feel over annoyed with yourself and want to feel angry. BLURGH! This being one of them.
I hate flying...
Wiping the vile stomach acids off my lips and washing off in the nearest bathroom, the sheer silence of being in the aircraft, alone, made it almost unbearable. Since the walls are sound-proof to the engines on the back and wings, and since there was no other noises in the air nor the craft, it was an almost unbearable roaring of blood in my head as I settled into my seat, happy my stomach now settled, if only somewhat.
You have discovered a Safe Zone! Rest and be Refreshed!
I looked at the dark silver and blue rimmed screen with a familiar gaze. God, how long has this shown up? Two, three days? I looked through the windows of the window next to me, Beacon Academy coming into view.
I sighed. I've been accepted to Beacon Academy for private training and insight to my "semblance". Damn parents...is it weird to feel more bored and calm than excited? I mean, I've been dreaming of coming to this place for years! But since Signal rejected me, and my over enthusiastic Hunter parents lecturing me in their version of sympathy and "get betters", it kind of lost its luster, just a bit. I'm also not joking, my parents trying to make me feel better becomes a lecture.
I felt a jolt, my motion sickness coming up, but a wave of calm settled it. I looked at the new window that silently popped in front of me.
Enduring punishment has increased your Physical Endurance skill by 1!
Thanks...wait.
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I stepped off, before looking to the letter my parents gave me. Remembering their instructions, I'm just supposed to ask for the Headmaster, be sent up to his office, give him the letter, then work starts from there.
Oum, this feels far too easy and as anti-climactic as a bad romance novel.
Picking up my sword and shield, I placed it on my hip and placed my pack in my Inventory. That's very nifty.
Walking on the smooth, almost cobble like stone, I let my gaze wander around the campus, thinking about my special semblance.
In all honestly, this feels like a messed up story by a pathetic writer with no originality. Really? My semblance is called "The Gamer", and, as it says, I'm a game-or I'm a game character. The good news is that I can pick what I want to do. I swiped my hand down and opened my menu, a list of circles with symbols for their uses.
Clicking on Character, which was a silhouette of a person with their arms akimbo and their legs spread out slightly, I was shown another tab:
Jaune Wynters Arc
Age: 16
Race: Human
Level 5
Title: The Gamer
Class: Young Moon Wolf
HP: 800/800
AP: 1500/1500
SP: 300/300
STR: 10
DEX: 10
INT: 10
WIS: 10
LUK: 2
Stat points: 15
Money: 0
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-Gamer's Mind: (Passive) Lvl MAX:
Being a video game character grants you all of the perks of a game character, including this skill. Remain almost permanently calm, reason through obstacles, and negate certain mental attacks
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Gamer's Body: (Passive) Lvl MAX:
Being a video game character grants you all of the perks of a game character, including this skill. Ignore pain, push through physical attacks, injuries (sans dismemberment, death, or drug like effects) will be almost instantly healed. Broken bones, or major injuries can be healed through First-Aid, or sometimes, sleeping
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Aura: (Passive/Active) Lvl MAX:
Light of thy soul, shackles unbound, may thy inner light broaden thy path
Passively increases STR, DEX, VIT, INT, WIS by 30%. 30% increase to STR, DEX, VIT when Active
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Physical Endurance: (Passive) Lvl 3:
Ability to push through physical struggles and overcome physical challenges. 10% better damage absorption
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Observe: (Passive/Active) Lvl 4:
Nothing escapes your sight! Draw out information on whatever catches your eyes, nothing escapes your knowledge! Info sheet depends on INT
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Sword Proficiency: (Passive) Lvl 4:
Proficiency in...well, Swords. 10% better attack strength, Sword repair now Novice level, 10% better DEX with short-broad-longswords
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Bow Proficiency: (Passive) Lvl 4:
Proficiency in...well, Bows. -10% drawback, 15% better aim, Bow repair now Small Game Hunter level, 10% better DEX with short-composite bows
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Aura Conductor: (Active) Lvl 1:
You have discovered the art of Conducting! Any weapon with this skill can be used to form Aura into a ranged attack, even reshape the weapon by using your soul! +5% ease of casting using Aura Conducting weapons, +10% AP damage
I'm not exactly freaking out, but I am pretty happy. The last skill, well, I can thank old Crocea for that. I looked down at the sword, an old family heirloom, and hit it with an Observe, my feet taking me in a straight line.
Crocea Mors: Broad Sword
Passed down from generation to generation, Crocea Mors has experienced many fights, wars and bloodshed, be it Grimm or Man. Constant use of Arc hands has built in an affinity for Arc kin, increasing damage output when handled by an Arc.
Skills:
-Aura Conductor
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Apparently my sword is a chain scythe as well. Nice. Wonder how to use Aura-Oof!
I looked up. Oh. Sorry granddad. I looked at the statue of my ancestor, the very blade I'm holding held high in the man's hands, the very image of a hero.
Right, I'm here for a reason. I looked up from the screen, closing it with intentional thought, and walked into the office, just splitting down a small path through the main one to the auditorium.
Opening the dark oak door, I headed to the desk, where a woman was tapping away at a computer quickly, big green eyes flickering across the screen of...whatever she was doing.
"Um, excuse me, I'm here to meet the Headmaster?" The woman, Janette, according to the floating text above her head, barely looked up, her eyes still looking at the screen, but her hands slowed and she seemed to be doing something different.
"Name?" I'm not too ashamed to admit I jumped right there. Her voice was rather piercing, despite the quiet tone to it. "Jaune Arc, uh, ma'am..." I trailed off. Janette kind of scared me with how her face never twitched, and how quick she typed. Call it what you wish, but I wouldn't bet too much to figure out she was some kind of retired Huntress or something.
I made it a point not to flick my eyes to the screen only I could see.
A few moments passed, but too me, they were hours. It was around mid-day, so almost all students were in class or on missions or in Vale or whatever, and with the little to no staff patrolling around, it was rather quiet.
"Alright, the Headmaster will see you now. Just take the elevators down the hall and click on the bronze button." Then she went back to whatever she was doing. Since it was a hologram, but I can't read backwards, I saw images of students, a bunch of numbers, small text in single sentences or small paragraphs, as well as a bunch of texts of boxes below, where her constant typing was quickly filling it with words.
I thanked her before heading down the hall to my right, which was lined with big windows that showed the small courtyards out front and some open halls connecting smaller buildings. Reaching the elevators, waited for one to open, entered and clicked the button, which wasn't hard to miss as every other button was silver and the metal around my desired button was darker, hinting towards a bit of gold.
Pressing it, I felt the machine start up, and my casual ascent felt a little to out of place for the nerves passing through my Gamer's Mind.
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As the elevator door began to open, I quickly tugged on my hoodie, making sure it wasn't-...I don't know. Nerves.
Entering, I saw the Headmaster sitting at his desk, a mug of steaming liquid and his rather famous Deputy standing behind him, the light reflecting off her glasses, making it appear as if the glass was all white.
"Greetings Mr. Arc. I take it you are here to discuss something of importance?" I nodded, taking out the envelope, with my family symbol on the wax seal. Taking it wordlessly, Headmaster Ozpin opened the blanche colored envelope, removing the paper in one fluid motion, and began to silently read it.
I gulped as Deputy Goodwitch's eyes bore into mine, before I mustered the courage to hit her with an Observe, nearly choking on my own spit as I did so.
Deputy Goodwitch
Class: Field Mage
Lvl: ?
I, can't even see her level? Dear Oum please don't let scary lady hurt me. Headmaster...
Headmaster Ozpin
Class: Time Reader
Lvl: ?
I...don't even know what to think. Does that mean, his level is in the hundreds, Oum, maybe the thousands? No, I have to be overthinking this...no, I'm not sweating even more. The blood fading is because I'm-
"Well than Mr. Arc, I find what your sire describes to be rather odd. Could you care to demonstrate your semblance?" Um, OK. "What would, you like to see, sir? I'm afraid I'm not too, uh, out there in my semblance. I could show you, um..." OK, this should do.
I swiped my hand down, noticing the slightest raise an eyebrow from the Headmaster, and the somewhat bigger one from Miss Goodwitch. Tapping my inventory button, I withdrew my pack, taking it out and dropping it to the floor.
The Headmaster...didn't seem too impressed. "An Inventory semblance? I hardly see how that garners my attention?" I feel a bubble of panic rise, but Gamer's Mind quickly numbed it, letting me think a bit easier. OK then...
I pulled up the screen again, listing my Character screen, before I tried something with uncertain confidence: I moved the screen to in front of them.
Deputy Goodwitch leaned over a bit to get a better look, both the adult's attention on the screen in front of me. "I'm not too sure on how to use a skill or anything to prove this too you, but..." I really don't know what to say.
"Well Mr. Arc. Having two completely different parts of a semblance, like this storage space and 'status' part, but could you identify a third? A third is most definitely not possible." Oh, a third...third...ah!
Closing that window, I brought up the Map screen, showing a rather smooth blockish 3D model of all the land I've seen into a solidified surface. Grabbing the edges like earlier, I flipped it horizontally, and glided it over to their desk, waiting for their input.
"Hm, the geography looks to spot on to be faked by an illusion or a Hunting semblance...I think I might be beginning to believe you." I let out a breath of relief. "But-" Oh no. "-I need to conduct one more test."
It was then I felt a mother of all pain hit my chest, and the loudest yell ever as I fell on my back. I looked at the blood blossoming on my chest, ignoring Miss Goodwitch's quickly muted words of protest.
He...shot me...