[center][b]Armory[/b][/center]

Accompanied by the ring of the beginning bell Professor Chatsworth appeared from an adjoining room.  His rolled-up sleeves and filthy hands abundantly gave off the impression that he'd been at work on some laborious project or another.  Approaching the students, he waved to get their attention before giving instruction.  “Good afternoon!  Today, I'll be giving you all some time to tinker with your own gear as usual, but this time I have a new assignment that is to be started no later than thirty minutes in, as well.  This marks the first time that you're not understanding or modifying, but actually making.  I want you to concept, sketch, and then begin gathering parts for a functional headgear.  It can be goggles, a hat, a visor, glasses, what have you, but it must perform some task useful to a hunter in the field.  As always, if you're unable to find the parts you want in the scrap room, you can place an order for materials using my terminal.  The first ten orders are free -you can thank your tuition for that- but after that there will be some small charges to your account.  Good luck and fulfilling work!”  Chatsworth wiped his hands off on a rag and produced his scroll, sending a copy of the assignment to the electronic blackboard near his desk, where it displaced the usual two or three diagrams taken up residence there.  After that, the professor returned to the back room, leaving the door open so that anyone who wanted his help could ask.

[center][b][color=007FFF]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/b][/center]

“Hallooooo there, young learners!”

The resounding voice of Professor Port threatened to drown out the bell for a moment.  Abel seated himself at a desk, noting that somehow pretty much everyone else in the class beat him to it, and looking expectantly at the mustachioed instructor for the beginning of the lesson.

Port obliged.  “Today, we'll be studying a brand-new type of Grimm!  We've introduced ourselves to most of the pitiable Kleins and a few of the Feinds already, but this elusive type we can't easily encounter in a classroom.  Follow me, eager adventurers!”  He pressed a button on his desk with his signature bravado, and in one corner of the room a previously-unmentioned metal door swung open.  Seemingly disregarding the notion that some of the students might have second thoughts, Port led the way into the brightly-lit hallway and into a surprisingly well-known room: the pool.  While it fell under the classification of 'gym' and stood right next to it on the Beacon floorplan, the pool had been inexplicably inaccessible today, and one look at it made it pretty clear why.  A large, dark shape moved beneath the water, ignoring a series of circular floating platforms arranged like lilypads across the pool's surface.

Despite the overwhelming ominous sense flooding from the pool, Port seemed mightily pleased with himself.  “Today's monstrosity is a water-borne behemoth, the Megaladeus!  They're downright nasty pieces of work, let me tell you, I nearly lost a leg to one once...but that's a story for another time!  Anyway, I'm stacking the odds in your favor since you're fighting out of your element.  Old Port took a handsaw to this Grimm's teeth after helping to capture it, so it won't turn you into mincemeat if it grabs you, but rest assured it'll still hurt!  You're going after this ferocious fish as a team, so it's the job of each of you to look after everyone else!  Unless you want to be that one hunter who drowned in freshman-year Grimm Studies, I'd recommend removing any extraneous clothing or armor in one of the locker rooms over there.  If you've got swimsuits, now might be the time. Remember water resistance for melee weapons, to keep your balance on the pads, and while bullets don't work in water, dust still does!  Five minutes until I blow the almighty whistle, brave warriors, get scheming!”