[Whump, and the final training dummy is hit with such force you can see the ripple in the air from the impact as the kinetic energy is released and air is displaced. If this equipment wasn't made for people with ridiculous abilities to beat up like this, you could imagine the state the room would be in from the way everything recoils from an impact like an explosion. Nora herself comes off the ground as she hits it, but lands on her feet a second later, swinging what appears to be a huge, probably very heavy warhammer that's almost as long as she is tall (and she's not very tall) onto her shoulder.]
... Ooooooo, it's still holding! [Apparently, she is not used to this idea, but it pleases her. She turns and waves in the general direction of the control room - whichever poor staffer got begged, prodded, pleaded, or cajoled into letting her have Magnhild back and take it out for a spin in a training environment is now being cheerily waved at as the training regimen shuts down.]
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[B: Network; video!]
Good moooorninnng~ [Yes, she sings the 'morning' part. It's complete with a dramatic hand gesture. Yes, she's a morning person.] It's a fine Tuesday morning here at the Institute, and I just wanted to let everyone know that, yanno, the Friends of Humanity are being really mean, and this whole Mutant Registration thing is kinda looming, and everything looks really really bad, but the best possible thing just happened!
The cafeteria is serving pancakes this morning! Also I think I had a dream I was the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland, but I was playing croquet and I didn't send the ball flying three neighborhoods over! Ehehe, funny story about that... but I gotta go get breakfast now, so bye! [Yeah that's all she wanted to say.]
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[C: Action, around campus.]
[It appears as though Nora is looking for something. What, precisely, is not clear, but she's searching high and low, and for once isn't grinning... constantly. Just mostly. So have a pint-sized bruiser who is probably lifting up couches and maybe a car or two in the parking lot trying to search for... well whatever it is she lost. Ask her about it?]
Nora Valkyrie | RWBY | 11th Grade
Nora.... SMASH!
[Whump, and the final training dummy is hit with such force you can see the ripple in the air from the impact as the kinetic energy is released and air is displaced. If this equipment wasn't made for people with ridiculous abilities to beat up like this, you could imagine the state the room would be in from the way everything recoils from an impact like an explosion. Nora herself comes off the ground as she hits it, but lands on her feet a second later, swinging what appears to be a huge, probably very heavy warhammer that's almost as long as she is tall (and she's not very tall) onto her shoulder.]
... Ooooooo, it's still holding! [Apparently, she is not used to this idea, but it pleases her. She turns and waves in the general direction of the control room - whichever poor staffer got begged, prodded, pleaded, or cajoled into letting her have Magnhild back and take it out for a spin in a training environment is now being cheerily waved at as the training regimen shuts down.]
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[B: Network; video!]
Good moooorninnng~ [Yes, she sings the 'morning' part. It's complete with a dramatic hand gesture. Yes, she's a morning person.] It's a fine Tuesday morning here at the Institute, and I just wanted to let everyone know that, yanno, the Friends of Humanity are being really mean, and this whole Mutant Registration thing is kinda looming, and everything looks really really bad, but the best possible thing just happened!
The cafeteria is serving pancakes this morning! Also I think I had a dream I was the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland, but I was playing croquet and I didn't send the ball flying three neighborhoods over! Ehehe, funny story about that... but I gotta go get breakfast now, so bye! [Yeah that's all she wanted to say.]
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[C: Action, around campus.]
[It appears as though Nora is looking for something. What, precisely, is not clear, but she's searching high and low, and for once isn't grinning... constantly. Just mostly. So have a pint-sized bruiser who is probably lifting up couches and maybe a car or two in the parking lot trying to search for... well whatever it is she lost. Ask her about it?]