[quote=@HereComesTheSnow] [b]Luke Schwarz[/b] [i]![/i] Wait, hold on a second! I didn't see that on the registrar at all, what gives? That actually sounded like a really useful course to take! Especially for me, too. The more I could understand how to properly utilize Dust, the more ground I could make up in my lost training time. I could get closer to actually being on-level with everyone else. I could say with certainty that it would have been close to the top of the list of classes to register for, at any rate. Damn, now I really wanted to get to the bottom of that. [b]"Dust Apps... Is that a second-year level class, or something? I don't remember seeing it when I registered coming in."[/b] Could I switch something out for it, maybe? I was probably going to end up spending at least another week in Armory to get this Lucerne made... Well, thinking about it like that was running before I walk, wasn't it? I was getting ahead of myself before she even answered me. Ugh. I know I have a problem with being overly cautious, but overcorrecting into leaping before I looked was probably even worse of a direction to take things. Maybe I needed to see her as a counselor before trying to work my way into having her as a teacher. At this rate, I probably needed both sorts of help... [/quote] [b]Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor", Armoury[/b] "[color=d8bfd8]It's not that popular of an elective,[/color]" I reply. Dust might be the thing that keeps the gears of society running all smooth and squeaky-like (see: all our petty concerns and ambitions), but not many of the brats here really care for doing a generalised course on stuff they probably already know. It's a real shame, but it isn't surprising to know that the kids think Dust Apps is boggin for them. They come into Beacon with their heids fully conked with the all the information they need about Dust: how to use it, how it factors into their personal fighting styles, and possibly where to get Dust for cheap off some Atlesian folks who hopefully don't have a pet Faunus. The nitty-gritty of their hunting's not something they really need to know, so unless they want to bludge and bugger around for easy marks, you won't see many of the brats sitting in my class. That's why the rooms look so barren. But even if there's not many kids wanting to do the course, it's better than having a couple of dunderheads fool around with no genuine desire to learn. Don't think you're the only one who wants to enjoy themselves, brats. Some of the other students in the class might actually want to get their head around Dust and how it's used, and if you're just going to be guddling about effortlessly, you should just bloody leave. Leave the classroom to those who want to actually try and get their heads around it. Getting the hang of Dust and all its manifold applications isn't something you can just dismiss as unimportant, you know? Maybe you can run your gobs off about the thing easily, but these brats can't. They'll only be distracted by your shenanigans when they really want to learn. Just because you're still a brat doesn't mean you can ignore the fact that your actions have consequences. Even if I might not be a shining example of a good teacher, even a bit of the help I can give might do something for those kids. "[color=d8bfd8]Are you interested then?[/color]" I ask, turning my attentions back to the cowlick-bearing brat in front of me. It's not like I'm at all trying to grab another student or anything, but it'd be wizard if there were more kids in the class. Just to fill the spots, you know? --- [B]Shuai Taidan - Beacon Grounds[/B] If one were to wander the grounds of Beacon Academy on this lavishly exciting day, they would notice that, beyond the minor number of strange elements (also known as parents) that now dotted the school, there was a rather remarkable contraption pitter-pattering along through the halls and fields, one which seemed to emanate the smell of food wherever it went. It would not be too far-fetched, then, to assume that this mysterious wooden object, a boxy thing on clattering wheels, was not exactly a permanent fixture of the schoolyard. For one thing, it was far too shoddily-built, or at least purchased from a sketchy back-alley store, and had it consistently been present during the term, one would expect that the bright smile plastered onto the cheerful young man with a twirling cowlick leading it around would have disappeared long ago. Of course, given that said cheerful young man was Shuai Taidan, the resident prettyboy pyromaniac of Team KNVS, it was also highly likely that his million-kilowatt smile would have merely intensified over time. "[color=ce2029]Cheap food for sale![/color]" he cried out to anybody willing to listen, slender hands cupped around his mouth in a manner not dissimilar to a megaphone. He, in his resplendent cosplayer glory, appeared to be dressed in a waiter's outfit (his first suggestion having been unanimously struck down by his teammates), a choice of clothes that was rather befitting the strange plot that KNVS had concocted for the day. "[color=ce2029]Hurry and get your, uh, what are we cooking again Varius?[/color]" The cart, now stationary, contained more than simply the hopes and dreams of an opportunity for Taidan to dress up; in fact, it appeared to be a team effort, with all of KNVS united in a quest to take advantage of the consumerist natures of parents and the festive atmosphere to make money through food. For that reason, Varius had been tasked with cutting things, likely with the large amount of knives possessed by the other member of the [s]boyband[/s] team. That didn't mean they knew exactly what recipes they were specialising in, although there was a smell of fish present. [@Sho Minazuki]