Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160728022403/@comment-5999656-20160728215521

Wow....

Automne was made a little breathless by how quickly everyone had shown up. And from the dramatic entrances some of them had taken, it was clear: they weren't just skilled traceurs, some of their semblances even complemented their performance in a brilliant combination of talent and experience.

Bernie, meanwhile, straightened up with a raised eyebrow and an eager smile. Ever ready to match others' displays, he backflipped and landed lightly on the very top of the fountain.

"Welcome to the Beacon Kites," his boyish voice boomed out from above. "Glad you all could make it! Me and Automne here figured it was about time someone made a parkour club for Vale's top combat academy. I'm Bernhardt Senf, but my friends all call me Bernie."

Automne, ever the low-key observer, had found her attention immediately drawn to the parkour experts. People who'd received formal training in the art, those three, it was so obvious. And then there were the eager learners, new to parkour but clearly possessing enough physical fitness to pick it up within a few weeks of continuous practice. There were two of them. And then... there was the lone adult. Automne remembered that someone had replied to her post, saying he would make a good parkour teacher, and she had been like, "Sure, why not," but at this moment... he didn't seem like the typical expert practitioner. And lastly... a blind girl? While her time spent at Beacon had shown her just how diverse people could be while still being excellent fighters, Automne couldn't really wrap her head around someone who couldn't see moving through and around and over obstacles, a practice which obviously required eyesight.

Bernie was trying to match each of the individuals now standing before him to their online profile pictures. But at the same time, seeing everyone gathered here for the first time, he was trying to figure out how soon they could get to the actual parkour and freerunning. He glanced over at his vice president, realizing that he actually hadn't planned this far ahead. Maybe she had something?

Automne noticed, and cleared her throat while pocketing her Scroll. Everyone was now standing in a rough semicircle. So she tried to push her self-consciousness aside.

"Again, thanks for showing up to our first ever club meeting. I think the first order of business is for us to get to know each other a little better. So we can introduce ourselves one by one, like so. My name is Automne Reynard, I'm a first year and I learned basic parkour as a kid growing up on the streets of Menagerie. I also received some formal training later on, and I've been a practitioner now for about seven-ish years, on and off. I don't know much about leading a club, but I think it's safe to say there's not much about parkour that I don't know." She partnered this last comment with a small smile.

Bernie jumped down so he was standing in the circle as well.

"Bernhardt Senf, I'm Automne's teammate and I love doing anything exciting including freerunning. I've been practicing for five years with my local gym here in Vale. There's a ton of stuff I have planned for you guys, but obviously we gotta start with the fundamental stuff first."