Kurama
15 January 2015 @ 12:32 am
So, waking up in a pod with fancy new jewelry is certainly new(ish) even for Kurama. Strange things like this are part of his daily life though, and even as he makes his way out of the Bay and into the city proper, he looks as if he's completely unphased by the entire situation.

The redhead moves through the streets like he's lived there his entire life; following along with the map he snagged from the stand while listening to Weiss' introduction earlier. Once he's got the basic gist of it, he pulls out the necklace he received and turns it on, just so he can examine the other videos previously played on the network. It's all rather meticulous and boring so let's move onto the fun part--

The part where Kurama ends up at a cafe and orders coffee. That's it. There's no questions to be asked on the videofeed for now, no reason to stir up the residents unless completely necessary. For now all he does is watch anyone that comes and goes as he sits outside at one of the small tables, coffee in one hand, and his necklace in the other.

Everything is - more or less - seemingly normal and uneventful until about twenty minutes in. Still at the table, Kurama's so caught up in his research and flipping through the brochures he took previously, that he doesn't notice the waitress with way too much stuff in her arms coming toward him.

Her hip hits the edge of the table as she tries to move past through, muttering apologies and pardons the entire time. And Kurama jerks to attention just as she makes a sharp turn and a piping hot cup of coffee tumbles off the tray in her hand... and right onto Kurama's leg.

"Miss, I--" too late. Kurama's got a lap full of lava-hot coffee and any warnings he had for the girl are gone as he lets out a low hiss of pain. He's felt far worse, but damn, that was unexpected.


[ ooc: how do logs work we just dont know?? also feel free to use brackets if you're into that, I can do whatever. go ahead and bug him at any given time within this post (getting into the city, stealing pamphlets, being a super creep, getting 3rd degree burns. etc etc.) ]
 
 
Professor Ozpin
15 January 2015 @ 06:17 pm
[Private to Satsuki]

[When the video opens, a rather starkly bare apartment can be seen, with a multitude of clocks adorning the walls being the only real form of decorations.]

Lady Satsuki, if you have the time, I have a few things I would like to speak to you about. First of which, is the recent arrival of a colleague of mine. Her name is Glynda Goodwitch, and she is a professor at my school in our world, and a renowned Huntress in her own right. I mentioned I was teaching a combat training course at Honnouji Academy and she expressed an interest in having a similar position, if it would be possible.

The second issue is that of my salary. I realize that when I started teaching, I opted to be paid minimally. This was, in part, because I did not require any kind of high-maintenance living area, but circumstances have changed, and I am looking to move to a larger place. Of course, this would mean my expenses will be on the rise, and I was hoping that I could possibly have a raise.

[Public]

[When he starts his second post, he's out walking around a neighborhood in Genessia City. One that team RWBY may recognize as being fairly close to their house.]

I believe it is time that I move out of my cramped apartment and into a proper house, especially with the arrival of Professor Goodwitch. Having a house would also allow for temporary shelter should more students arrive in the future, so I have taken to scouting potential houses. Anyone have any suggestions?
 
 
Maka Albarn
15 January 2015 @ 07:54 pm
Actually, the dragons reminded me of something.

[What did they remind her of? A book or something to that extent?]

I kinda miss having a pet.

[...Maka no.]

[She seems to realize that this is a very silly observation and smiles sheepishly.]

I mean, geez, it's been ages since I've seen my cat. I know she always does her own thing, but you'd think she'd try to make an appearance on my birthday.

[That's a very strange way to think about it (or to even mention one's own birthday), but either way she shrugs.]

Actually, maybe not, I don't think I want to know what qualifies as a "present" for a magic cat. Sorry I brought it up, even.