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Survival Class
Mucking About in Survival Class


Gren's scroll pinged as Sangue returned his message. Sure enough she was as terse in text as she was in speech. It was actually rather charming. She answered his questions and asked a small one of her won. He wondered if he should really tell her "how" he has been. About his team and everything. However Gren decided against it. While he'd like to consider Sangue his friend, she didn't need to be burden with Gren's issues. He wrote a text back to the scarlette to continue their chat.

From: Gren Orchid
To: Sangue Naga
Subject: Re:Wild Cupcake Attack

I'm doing pretty well. Just came back from Armory class and helped Oswald with a project. You're in Grimm Studies, right? Did you guys get to fight anything?


With that text sent Gren sat and waited. But as he waited he noticed another student deep into contemplating the nature of her cupcake. Now, while Gren initially had his doubts about these mysterious confectioneries, he believes that at this point after everyone had eaten their share of cupcakes and proven that they weren't poisoned, people should go ahead and accept that they're gifts from the new teacher. While some may question the judgement of a survival teacher who'd give something as luxurious as a cupcake, Gren didn't see a reason to complain and he figured that a teacher who was good at her job could do whatever she wanted. But no one asked Gren for his opinion. So Going over to the dark-skinned girl Gren spoke to her.

"Pretty sure they're not poisoned. Super sweet though, if that's not your thing."

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Violet Steel - Physical Education -


"No homework...we fought a giant plant monster." Violet was caught slightly off guard by the girl's sudden burst of enthusiasm and pain. Violet had dealt with all sorts of people in her short life, but this was something new for the ex-mercenary.

She looks like she's in pain and laughing at the same time...what does it mean?

Was this contagious? Violet took a half a step back...

"Ah-sorry. Nice to meet you, Violet. My name's Si-Sepia Russet."

Sepia Russet. Violet repeated the name in her head a few times, she was fairly good at remembering names. The wolf faunus eyed the girl over once again, looking concerned.

"Are you okay? You seem to be in...agony."
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PHYSICAL EDUCATION

"Yo, KIDDOS!"

Beauty and brawn incarnate stepped through the doors to the gym, his rippling frame of masculine dreams shining with a light that could only befit an avatar of Charles Atlas himself. Heads and shoulders above the students, the man was, and indeed, his shirtless enthusiasm loomed large above all who had prostrated themselves within the room of physicality. A auburn-haired pinnacle of gains, a disciple of Muscle Heaven who had come to teach his flock the ways of his Lord.

None knew what spiritual journey his comrade in physical conditioning, Agesander, had left on.

But all knew that it was upon his grand, powerful shoulders that the duty of enlightening the students had fallen.

His name was Roy.

Roi Roy FitzRoy.

And with his arrival, he sought one thing.

How much had the flock already achieved?

"IT'S FOOTBALL TIME!"
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Survival-ish...?



Ashe, sitting in her corner of the Survival classroom, stared at the cupcake. It blankly stared back. A couple dips in the icing formed "eyes", with a gentle curve on the other side forming a smile. It was kinda creepy, and Ashe was pretty sure she was just imagining a face in it. So she did the only thing she could do and turned it around so it would stare at someone else instead. It didn't work, and now instead of a smiling cupcake staring at her, she had a smiling cupcake staring at her upside-down. Averting her gaze did nothing to solve the miniscule sense of unease of having a pair of eyes on her, and she was tempted to eat it just to make it stop. But that would be a potentially fatal mistake here in Survival Class.

Port threw Treezilla at me on my first day. There's no way in hell I'm trusting this teacher's cooking. I mean, it's survival class. I wouldn't put it past them to try to poison us.

The teacher, Estelle Nuit, looked like the innocent, cute, friendly, normal type: exactly the sort Ashe had trained herself to not trust. And cupcakes made her all the more suspicious. Getting robbed by someone like that tends to change a girl forever, after all, even if it was only a few lien that Ashe had probably accidentally dropped somewhere. Or perhaps it'd been eaten by a vending machine. It was hard to remember, but damn it, Ashe was determined to hold on to her prejudices. At least for now. Port being an absolute asshole hadn't done anything to help.

“We will be starting shortly, so if anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. The exercise itself will be explained once we begin, so don’t worry too much about that,” the teacher said.

Ashe thought about asking about the cupcakes. Who baked them? Are they safe? Can they get the taste of Grimm out of my mouth?

But something unexpected happened. A person was talking to her. "Pretty sure they're not poisoned. Super sweet though, if that's not your thing."

"I'll wait until we get our instructions from the teach-"

Wait. That voice sounded familiar. Her eyes shot towards him, revealing him to be huge and green. Fuck!

"-er...?", she finished. Nope! No. This isn't happening. I reject it completely. I do not know this person. At all. That skin color and build is just a really, really bad coinci... Oh gods, it's really him, isn't it? Just play it cool...

Ashe's Semblance almost immediately kicked in, preventing any outward signs of shock and fear, though perhaps a tiny fraction of a second too late. "Yeah, I think I'll wait for the teacher to tell us what we're doing. You are...?"

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"Yeah, good idea." I agreed, nodding after a moment's consideration. "If you're still feeling worn out from Grimm Studies, lifting anything heavy's a recipe for failure... and that's if you know what you're doing. If you don't..."

Disaster.

Not to disparage my newest teammate in any way, shape or form, of course. Whether she did or didn't actually understand how to properly move a barbell, there was certainly a time where I didn't, and attempted to exceed my limits a bit too early and eagerly and completely unsafely.

It wasn't my brightest moment, and I'm nothing if not full of very dim moments.

"We could work form, I suppose— Hey, man." I began to elaborate on what was going through my head, but I got sidetracked and raised my hand in greeting to the previously mentioned Atlesian specialist, now transfer student. "It's usually only free if the Professor doesn't show up, so we're making contingency plans—"

"IT'S FOOTBALL TIME!" crowed a voice that boomed as though it were thunder rolling down a mountainside, completely sidelining whatever else I was about to say.

...

Okay.

That was new.

This was obviously a man in the position of our current Physical Education professor.

This was obviously neither Agesander nor Volkov.

"...And we have a new Professor. Huh."

Once again, I was thrown wildly off-track by an unexpected arrival, though this one was a much more severe case thereof given that I had never seen this man before. Did the staff have as much of a rotating door roster as the student body? Was this whole Academy an intersection rather than a location? What on Earth...

I nudged the other quote-unquote "veteran" of our chosen school's weirdness, who had roughly a week's more tenure than myself, which in turn placed him squarely as the most experienced of the gathered group with... a month?

We'll call it a month.

A month of total time enrolled.

"Have you seen him before, Ben? Is he a new coach, or a sub, or something?"

I had no idea.
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PHYSICAL EDUCATION


Her last class ended without much excitement Krysanthe moved along to what was usually one of the best classes of the day, PE. She quickly found, much to her surprise, that their usual teacher was replaced by a shirtless massively muscled model man meandering into class. The volume of his first announcement was only matched by the second one. It was football time! Krysanthe let out a loud "WOO!" in response to this, because what other response could one have to such unbridled energy and enthusiasm? Krysanthe loved playing sports and was quite good at them, so naturally hearing they were going to be doing just that was good news. Of course most news in PE was good news, unless it was that they weren't doing anything physical. Like a test on nutrition and the skeletal system. Which didn't really count as PE in Krysanthe's mind.
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Though she remained dubious about how helpful her presence had actually been Ben's compliments made her feel better. Here was what had to be one of Beacon's best students smiling at her of all people and assuring her she had done well despite her mistakes. Against that smile she felt a little warmth come to her cheeks and she couldn't bring herself to dispute what he said. In fact she couldn't think of much to say at all. She looked dumbly between Luke and Ben, imagining the two of them regularly taking on enormous Grimm. How are we even in the same year as students again? Despite the thought she was glad to have people like them with her.

"T-thank you."

She nodded without thinking when it was suggested she get started. She felt ridiculously tired and did not want to move anymore but she didn't even consider protesting. Besides, being soaked through as she was it was getting very cold, and she was sure keeping on the move would help with that.

She stood reluctantly, sluggishly as she listened to Luke. Worn out? She held up a hand, opening and closing it a few times. It was shaking a little, but from weariness alone or how cold it felt she wasn't sure. After the past few weeks, yesterday's emotional crash, and grimm studies...

A casual greeting from an unfamiliar voice drew her attention and she turned to greet the newcomer; one of Luke's friends, she assumed. She was surprised that she recognized him, though it took a moment to remember where she had seen him. She was also surprised by the cold shiver that traveled down her spine upon meeting his eyes. She hadn't gotten that sense from him the day before, in the Cafe, but standing just a few feet from him now she felt unsettled.

She realized she had taken a step back and was staring at him wordlessly. Rude, Skye. This is one of Luke's friends, and a classmate. Writing off the feeling as general nerves Skye bowed to the newcomer and thought to introduce herself.

"He-hello-"

The intension vanished in an instant and she literally jumped at the booming voice that seemingly came out of nowhere. Instincts again almost overrode common sense but she managed not to do anything embarrassing. Barely...
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Ferris Solidor

Awake...?


Ferris slept through most of the day.

It wasn’t intentional, but even five solid cups of coffee couldn’t keep his brain working. It didn’t help that the night before he didn’t get a wink of sleep. After the nasty surprise he had gotten that day, he had far too much on his mind to sleep, so he spent the night tinkering with some modifications for his prosthetics. Then he almost set the room on fire with some Dust, so he resigned himself to lying awake in bed, lost in his thoughts. Thoughts, memories, dashed dreams and hidden hopes drifted inside his head. He spent the time in introspection.

It’s quiet, during the night. He realized.

The sun rose, the day begain, and Ferris still hadn’t slept. It was only with monumental effort and probably more caffeine then was even remotely healthy that he made it to his classes. On time was optional.

He slept through most of them. Lucky none of the professers seemed to notice.

Most of the day went by in a incomprehensible blur. Time seemed to play funny tricks on him. He would look at the clock hours later to see fifteen minutes had gone by, or he would looks the the clock fifteen minutes before that class ended to realize he was five minutes late to the next class. First period merged into fourth, he wasn’t even sure if he had made it to any period in between, or what any of those classes were. He stolidly ignored most attempts to speak with him, the events of the previous day combined with his general lack of sleep had stuck his mood somewhere between homicidal and genocidal. In a mood like this, he knew better then to blurt out what was on his brain. It wasn’t until somewhere around lunch and between his seventh or eighth cup of coffee that day that he actually began to engage in the world around him.

Time was still just a hazy concept, but at least now he didn’t find himself falling asleep while walking to class.

Now, it was fifth...or was it sixth period? Ferrin jerked his head up from where he had nodded off when he heard the bell ring. He glaced around and wiped some drool away. The classroom was empty.

Shit.

He grabbed his stuff and flew out the door. He made it to his locker and troed to remember what class was next. His brain returned an error. It had been doing thatl lately. He pulled put his scroll, and tapped quickly through it to check his schedule.

He groaned.

Physical Education, P.E.

He had nothing against exercise, but they had been down a teacher for awhile and the class had become something of a joke. However, the real reason he dreaded it, is that they wouldn’t let his wear his coat. Instead he had to wear the ridiculous gym uniform that was the standard. He wanted his coat dammit. The gym was always freezing and he missed the comforting weight on his shoulders that spoke of pockets filled with wires and scrap metal and wrappers and candy bars and any other odds and ends.

The second reason he found P.E. to be pointless was that he could only train about half his body. The rest of it was synthetic, and while that meant he could do one-armed-and-one-legged push-ups for days, doing so really wouldn’t help him out much.

He grabbed his uniform with a sigh. Hopefully he would be able to use the class to catch some z’s.

A few minutes later, Ferris slinked into the gym, tardy beyond all reason. He took a precautionary look around.

Good, no teacher. Most of the other students were talking quietly among themselves. He didn’t see his team among them, but he had no desire to find them. Ferris picked a clear section of wall to sit against. He sat and promptly nodded off.

...

”ITS FOOTBALL TIME!”

Was the next thing Ferris heard. He slipped out his doze to blearily open an eye to locate the disturbance.

The thought: He is not wearing a shirt... crossed his mind.

Then he closed his eyes and dozed off again.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be a new teacher. No self-respecting teach would look like that.
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Sepia Russet - PE


"Are you okay? You seem to be in...agony."

...

No, she was fine. But...where had she heard that before? That exact phrase. A man with blood on his back...

She'd said them.

...

Sepia shook her head. She'd been staring off into space. "I'm fine. Just a little sore, you know? Just had a mission where things could have been neater, I think." She smiled in a way that she hoped to be reassuring. "I'm relieved to hear it about the homework, though. I'm absolutely terrible at non-hands-on learning. My eyes just slide off the page."

That was when the shirtless man entered. To be honest, she wasn't really paying any attention to the words being shouted at top volume. She'd grown up in a place absolutely brimming with posturing and machismo, and most of it wasn't of any real importance. There was one thing that caught her attention, however. She leaned slightly toward the girl next to her. "Violet, you wouldn't have to know what 'football' is, would you?"

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...Football?

And he was shirtless. Perfect.

Well, at least it was a change from the complete lack of teacher they'd had otherwise. Maybe not much better, given that his current lack of clothing meant they'd probably have a total absence of any safety gear, but at least leadership had returned. Muscled, shirtless, enthusiastic leadership. Where was Lauren again?

Oh, right, Survival. With the, uh... owl.

Amy put her stuff up, walking over to the only two she really recognized and taking a deep breath before speaking.

"I don't recognize him either, but with the ####ing revolving door of staff this class has had I don't exactly expect to at this point," she said, her blue eyes shifting slightly to look at Skye, a slight nod of acknowledgment to her, then to Jericho. It was weird--when she and Ben joined, they had been two of the newer students, if only by a little. No Emerald Forest pairing ceremony, no first couple of days together. Everyone came and went so often though...

She shrugged. "Definitely more Agesander than Volkov. Money on more or less than a week before he mysteriously vanishes and we get a new one?"
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Violet Steel - Physical Education -


Sepia insisted she was fine and that was good enough for Violet, at least until proven otherwise. The archer decided that she would stay by Sepia's side and keep an eye on her, just in case. It wasn't like Violet was doing it because she didn't know anyone else or anything...

”ITS FOOTBALL TIME!”

...right, this shirtless man was here. Violet assumed this hunk of a man was their PE teacher. So they were going to be playing football, fascinating.

"Violet, you wouldn't have to know what 'football' is, would you?"

Now, Violet wasn't sure what kind of football their shirtless teacher had in mind. When she thought of football, she only remembered blood, sweat, and tears. Oh, and screaming, lots of screaming.

...

"It can be a bit...intense, from my experience..."

Well, that wasn't exactly the most encouraging thing to say...

...

"Though...the version I played was a bit...unorthodox...I'm sure it will be fine...and free from broken bones."
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Intense. Intensely grouchy.

That was the first, immediate impression he got from the Atlesian super-man, double-oh-eight from the north himself, the ‘Young Devil’ of Atlas Academy himself, if the rumor mill was to be believed. He looked about as prickly as a porcupine, and judging by the chest holsters his quills’d be a lot harder to get out. Atlesian weapons, for sure. Between that and the Gold Stripes jacket… Atlesians were pretty stuffy, but they knew their guns. Ben was pretty sure he’d give a whole lot to get to tinker with one of those for an hour or two. He’d heard all about the Gold Stripes from his grandfather. The elite of Atlas’ students. Cream of the crop.

Not something he’d ever get to aspire to. Vale didn’t have anything like it. But God, he wanted to find out how he measured up.

Gramps’d be proud as hell if he could beat a Gold Stripe, and all his old vet buddies’d know it. From both sides. There’d be something worth bragging about.

”Piper, right?” He asked, grinning in the Atlesian’s direction. ”Schwarz told me a little about you. Ben Lloyd. Good to meet you.”

He might’ve said more, but their professor arrived.

Or, rather, their new professor.

”Never seen him in my life, Luke. And I’m not going anywhere near that bet Desire. Lauren’s doing her best to clean me out already.” The Redwood boy leaned Joyous Guard against the bleachers and draped his blazer over it, rolling his shoulders to work some of the fatigue from Grimm Studies out of ‘em.

”All I really wanna know is who’s gonna be shirts and who’s gonna be skins.” A wide grin, flashed in the group’s direction. ”What do you think, Luke?”
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Physical Education


Trad couldn’t help but chuckle as he answered Sand’s question. “No no, Robert is fine. He and Grane probably just took another class. Although for their sake I hope it wasn’t the same class.” Though he meant it as a joke, the last statement did bring a bit of sorrow to the hunter. Most teams at this point had grown to be close, or at the very least tolerate each other. But when it came to those two, it was like trying to mix oil and water.

And then, the Roy showed up.

"Yo, KIDDOS!"

“Oh this is gonna be good.” Trad stated sarcastically. While eccentric professors were usually the best at teaching, more often than not it was because of their rather unorthodox methods. Which is why when a loud shirtless Adonis of muscle walked in and proclaimed, "IT'S FOOTBALL TIME!" Trad had to wonder if he meant playing regular football, or some twisted version where the ball is a bomb or the floor is lava.

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Cian - Physical Education


"Football" Cian thought to herself questioningly she never played hell she barely knew the rules. She was never one for sports always figuring she had better use for her time and as such never played or when she had to just acted like she knew what she was doing. From her understanding the point was to get the ball to the otherside? "Sigh this is going to be troublesome." She muttered quietly to herself under her breath this was not what she figured but at the same time it was expected was it not. Either way she would face this forward even if it meant being clueless as a whole on what was going on. "So how are we going to do this?" Cian spoke louder to the group best to show that she would give her own effort even if she lacked knowledge.
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Kuhaku Shiro



Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . .
A steady tone echoed within the darkness.
Irritating and annoying with its incessant cadence.
Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . .
Silver brows furrowed.
An aggitated grown.
Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . .
Golden eyes snapped open in alarm.
With a sharp inhale and gasp, the boy shot upright into a sitting position.

Wide eyes staring at the scene in front of him as his blurred vision began to adjust to his surroundings. Sterile and bright whites. Baby blues. Shiny chromatic metals. An acrid chemical smell that made his stomach turn and gave him a headache, the odor ever present. The smells of chemical cleaning solutions and medications. It was without a doubt. He was back at his unofficial 'second home'. Beacon Academy's infirmary.

"Lords, damn it. What did I do now?" the boy lamented.
With a displeased frown, the faunus boy scratched at his twitching ears as he looked to his left and right for evidence of his mechanisms of injury. Possibly a nurse or attendent to speak to, perhaps to fill him on his committed crimes and antics. As he did, he took stock of his body and current physical health. Holding his ever-bandaged hands in front of his face, he counted his 8 fingers and 2 thumbs.
"Yup, still all here. For now."
He touched his silvery-white furred ears.
Both still there, with no nicks to speak of.
Wiggling his toes, he could feel he had all 11--
His heart rate immediately spiked and then dropped.
"Err, no. I have 10 toes."
A miscount. Cut him some slack, he just woke up from who knows how long of a 'nap.'
Didn't help that his memory was fuzzy and hazy. As if someone stuck a hose connected to a fog machine to funnel in "confusion gas" into his skull.
Wriggling and fidgeting in his hospital bed, he appeared to be all fine.
He didn't feel hurt...
So, why was he here?

Just his luck, a nurse poked his head in to check on him. Smiling when he saw that the tiger faunus was awake now. Brushing aside the privacy curtain, he stepped in with a clipboard. "Ah, Mr. Kuhaku. I'm glad to see you're finally awake. How are you?" Shiro blinked a few times, his lips slightly parted as he tilted his head. Obviously lost as to why he was here. "Uhh...I'm f-fine, I think. What....what did I do this time to end up here?" Shiro scratched at his ears. The nurse chuckled sensibly, "Oh, it's nothing serious. The woman whose purse you recovered was thankful, though did you really have to use your Semblance? In any case, be grateful the media didn't cover your little wild chase and that you incurred no injuries when you fainted." Shiro cocked an eyebrow, one ear flattening the other standing straight erect as his confusion deepened. "E-eh? Purse? What?" The nurse scrawled something on a piece of paper and tore it off his notepad, handing it to Shiro who took it between his bandaged fingers. "Since you only collapsed due to your Semblance usage and are in 100% good shape otherwise, you're free to go. Doctor's already discharged you and checked you out. Ah, but after you get dressed and before you head to your next class, be sure to stop by the Headmaster's. Professor Ozpin wants to have a word with you." The nurse patted Shiro on the shoulder and turned, leaving before Shiro could have any of his questions answered.
"A-ah! Hey, wait! How long have I been out? What woman's purse! Wh-..."
Shiro frowned as his words fell on deaf ears, clucking his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"Damn it." Shiro's eyes traveled to his bedside, where his clothes were neatly folded.

Leaving the Headmaster's. . .


As the large doors shut behind him, Shiro had a rather gloomy look on his face. Team Swansong....disbanded? Two of his teammates had to leave due to family emergencies? So that left Shiro....where, exactly? What did it mean for him? In any case, the faunus boy sighed. Flicking away beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, at least he wasn't going to get reprimanded for apparently using his Semblance in a public setting among civilians. Whatever he did, he did good. If only he could remember what it was exactly he did. Ah, well. No harm, no foul. Right?

. . .Right?

Looking up at the ceiling, the thought hit him.
"Ah! Oh, right. I should be heading to class now."
Rummaging through his pockets, he retreived his Scroll to check the time and his schedule. Surely, he had enough time to make it.
Shiro froze in place, body rigid as a statue.
The dark look on his face said otherwise.
"AAAHHHH! I'M SO LATE! I'M LATEI'MLATEIMLATEIMLAAAAAATE!!!"
With a scream and in his usual fashion, Shiro dropped to his faster method (*read; destructive) of mobility and transportation which was his quadrupedal running form and tore through Beacon's hallways. Ripping and tearing through any unfortunate obstacle that happened to be within his hellacious warpath to Physical Education class. Lords save his classmates.

He was back.

Incoming. . .


Panting heavily as he bounded, the end was in sight. He could see the double doors leading into Beacon's massive gym. A smile on his face as he saw his goal, the smile quickly faded as he realized that those doors were getting closer and closer much faster than anticipated. Oh wait, that wasn't the doors. It was him that was getting closer. He was moving too fast. He couldn't stop in time.

"Uh-oh."
This was going to hurt.
Didn't he JUST leave the infirmary too?

With a loud crash! Shiro attempted in vain to hit the brakes and skidded along the floor, only to burst through the gym doors face first. He learned very quickly what happened to an accelerated object moving at high velocities when met with a relatively large and typically unmoving object. Pain. Pain was the answer to that equation. Math was never Shiro's strong suit. After the disruptive crash through the gym entrance, Shiro still had his brakes on and the sudden change in traction threw him off balance.

"W-woah! AH, SHI-!" Shiro mentally cried out.

Tumbling, rolling, and limbs flying every which way as he flailed uncontrollably, he slowly came to a stop. Something something inertia, something something momentum. Shiro wasn't good at physics either. Gravity was typically his enemy, as most things were in the natural world.

Laying on the ground in a somewhat twisted heap, Shiro panted heavily as his vision spun. You'd think that with the little braincells the poor boy had, he'd be more conservative with how many knocks he took to the head. Ah well, who needs that many braincells anyways? Shaking his head violently, Shiro stumbled and hopped up to his feet. A manic look on his face as he dripped with sweat and the class proper hadn't even quite started yet. Staring at his class mates and some shirtless man, he fought for a moment to regain his breath. Looking all the more awkward, and crazy, as he possibly could before his breath returned to him. Recovering, Shiro shot a hand up into the air.

"I'M HERE!"
He declared, quite obviously as his voice echoed.
"S-SORRY I'M LATE!"
No need to explain where he had been all this time, at the moment.
He'll talk to the teach afterwards.
Looking around, he slowly lowered his hand and cleared his throat.
Embarassment just now washing over his face as he seemed to shrink, slowly shuffling his way over to his fellow class mates.
Was that a limp he was walking with?
How troublesome.
"I hope I don't get yelled at. Agh, what are we even doing today? I hope it's something easy." Shiro thought to himself.
If only he knew that it was a contact sport.
Football.
Great.
His knowledge of nearly any conventional sport was typically fighting over some object, most cases a ball, and two teams fighting said object from one side of the field to the other and into some...thing. Do the thing, get the points, pretty much. As athletic and physically fit as Shiro was, he never did well with sports because of confusing rules and regulations. In any situation where you asked Shiro to 'think' was typically a wash and moot point. If anyone knew him well, it was better to point and yell simple commands for him to follow. Like 'go blow that up!' or 'fetch!'.
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Sand gave a slight nod at Trad’s assurances. She did not need to ask about his following comment. It had already become apparent in the short time since she had met the trio that the relationship between their other two teammates was anything but amicable. The stressful part was that as team leader, she would not be entirely surprised if she learned people expected her to somehow find a way to ease that conflict. At least for the time being she could sit back and see if removing Robert from a leadership position had done much of anything to improve Grane’s disposition.

Noting that the conversation had fallen into a small lull during her contemplation, Sand looked around, casting about for a new topic of conversation. Her eyes eventually fell over to the door, lazily following the newcomers that drifted into the room. One of the students in particular drew her eye, making all thoughts of conversation flee from her mind. It was a young man with dark hair and severe expression, a familiar face from Atlas Academy.

Sand forced herself not to stare as he approached another group of students by bringing her eyes back to the entrance, but the coincidental appearance of a classmate had surprised her.

Should I greet him? That seemed like the proper thing to do, but she found herself hesitating. She knew he belonged to team HJNS – its members had become rather popular amongst the rest of the student body since its formation – but she could not quite recall his name. They must have exchanged greetings at some point, and she vaguely recalled something to that effect, but when it came down to it, she had had very little actual contact with the man. I know he’s the ‘J’ but what did his teammates call him? Jer… Jeremy? Jerry? No, that’s horribly wrong.

Sand frowned, vaguely irritated by the turn her thoughts had taken. Doesn’t matter. We’re barely acquaintances as it is. Why bother when he might not recognize me in the first place?

Luckily for her, the next person to walk through the door drew enough of her attention to prevent her from dwelling on her lack of courtesy. The booming, jovial voice of what could only be their PE professor – the possibility that it was anything else was too bizarre to contemplate – brought her out of her previous reverie and right into a new one as the man marched in in all his prodigious humanity, announcing it was time to play ball.

“That’s a lot of meat in motion.”

The comment was followed by a self-conscious cough as she realized she had given voice to her thoughts. At least the conversation between some of the nearby students told her she was not the only one taken aback by this man’s exuberance.

At that point, it almost felt natural when the last arrival to the classroom clumsily slipped on his face before yelling out an apology for his tardiness.

“Huh.” Sand blinked, speaking in a low voice. “Guess that’s the tone for this class now.”

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PHYSICAL EDUCATION

"You are forgiven," declared the priest of gains, absolving the tardy feline child of his failure to arrive at the time designated for the beginnings of their daily quest to achieve peak physical form. Though discipline was necessary if the flock sought to hone their bodies into the great, robust ideal, the large, shirtless man knew that mere seconds of time lost was not worthy of prostrating oneself before the altar of Muscle Heaven.

There was no gallantry in being such a stickler.

However! The member of his flock had still been bereft of timeliness! It would be noted, so that if it were to repeat again and the boy found himself adrift from the righteous path, he could shepherd him back towards the gains. Without discipline, Muscle Heaven would be no more than a far away dream.

"AWAKEN, YOUNG MAN THERE," he suddenly spoke, voice booming as a powerful, muscled arm was thrust in the direction of the sleeping boy amongst the flock. "Football is afoot!"

Yet he could see the confusion and hesitation amongst the students. An unfamiliarity with football was evidently present. Thus, it was his duty, his task, to enlighten them upon its rules. Upon his grand shoulders was the burden to spread knowledge to the youthful flock. One who sought the gains must not abandon the pursuit of learning either.

In an instant, an ovular ball was within his grasp. He held it aloft, rippling frame clear to all as he directed their attentions to the object in his hands.

"This is a football," was his declaration. "Today, you all shall play a match against one another with this. Seven shall each team be, lead by the individuals Benjamin and Trad, and your task -"

Four posts were on each side of the gym. The outer two were shorter than the inner two.

"- is to score as many points for your team."

They needed to know the rules.

"Goals are scored through the centre of the two tall goalposts. Each goal is worth six points. If the ball hits the post or passes between the goalpost and shorter behind post, only a point is gained. The ball can be passed by kicking, in which the receiver shall be granted a free kick if they catch it on the full (a mark), or passing by punching the ball to one another, which grants no benefit to the receiver. To dispossess a foe of their ball, you must tackle them by wrestling them to the ground. If this is successful, you will be granted the football."

And if they were still confused, pamphlets were provided.
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Stranded at Sea


Estelle listened to the remarks of her students. Gratia wanted to know why she was teaching the class when she had, just last week been a student. Emerald was making grand gestures and the cupcakes were killing.

Point Stella, that’s for sure.

“Ms. Mindaro, Ms. Felicia I’m going to have to ask for the floor back. I’m glad to hear you’re enthusiastic, Emerald. And Gratia I am not my sister, I’m going to have to ask that you wait to be called to ask a question. If you’d like to take up my employment status with Beacon, please let me know during my office hours and we’ll both speak with Professor Ozpin.” She spoke confidently, she was determined to get this right on the first try. She wasn’t going to falter with her students, which lead her to the lesson.

“If there are no further questions, I’ll ask that you please leave your seats and join me in this apparatus behind me.” She said, leading them to a door in the side of the lecture hall. It opened up to the massive room that the front of the lecture hall gazed out into. It was easily the size of a football field with massive ceiling as well. “This is the best technology that Beacon can buy so you’ll have to trust me that what you’re about to experience will feel completely real.” Stella began.

“But it will not be,” she walked out in front of the class, who had formed a group in front of the entrance facing Stella who was near the front of the room. “You see this room is controlled by a panel at the front of our class. It can simulate just about any circumstance so your time in Survival will not be spent learning the theory of making a fire for if you get shipwrecked, it will provide you with the experience of that.” She noted. A simple Grimm spawned in beside her it stood completely still like a blank slate, it lacked the usual look of malice that they had, regarding more like a common dog, granted still as twisted as the Grimm usually were. It took the form of a Beowolf.

It took a second but soon it began to mimic the usual motions of the Grimm variant exactly, snarling, circling around Stella. And as it charged her, she let out a right hook that caught it directly in the jaw, smashing it backwards.

“The system is advanced enough to know when you’d make contact and if you’d die if the situation was real. Those who die during a test will fail the course, so make sure you take these workshops to learn the tools you will need to survive.” Stella explained, it was a strict curriculum, but the lessons needed to be learned.

With that she let the room sit for a moment before she left, leaving the students alone in the blank room.

“We will be starting the exercise in one minute, please find a place to stand that is at least five feet from everyone else, I will take care of the rest.” Stella’s voice rang through one of the speakers as students were given time to prepare.

As they did there would be a gentle humming of the simulation preparing itself and as the time neared its end a 10 second countdown would appear in the center of the room.

After the ten seconds were up, every student would find themselves on the same ship. It looked not unlike a frigate and it was taking on water, fast. There were Grimm attacking the ship, but not the students themselves. They had at most, two minutes to find any supplies that would reasonably be on the sinking ship and get out.

This was their first test of the fight or flight instincts.

“In two minutes the ship will sink, the main objective is to head to the island 1600 meters west of your current location.

Good luck.”
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On a sinking ship in the middle of an ocean. Grimm everywhere. The closest land a full mile away. Beryl had a wide grin on her face as her mind processed all the facts.

Was Bianca's older sister trying to get on her good side?

Not wasting anymore time the young Huntress-in-training stepped forward and shot her hands out to either side. The smile on her face infecting her voice as she called out.

"Focus on gathering supplies and see if this thing has a lifeboat. I'll buy us some time."

It was less an attempt to take charge and more to snap everyone out of the initial wonder that being in a freaking holodeck would likely induce. She couldn't be busy telling people what to do anyway. As her hands moved her will sprang forth as well, finding the holes already ripped the hull of the ship and pushing back the water attempting to rush in. It was little more than a stopgap measure of course. The Grimm continued to tear into the vessel even as she stopped up the flooding.

She couldn't hold the entire ship up by herself. It would drain her aura and leave her useless for far too long. The Faunus could buy the class thirty seconds, maybe a minute at most before they would have to abandon ship.
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Survival


After having accomplished very little in grimm Stdueis, Yue headed to the surviva class. She had no one to blame but herself for her poor performance. She did not want to admit it, but perhaps her mainly duties have gotten in the way of her performance as a hunter; being able to attend to a party of hundreds or make a seven course dinner has no use if she can’t even stand her own ground against a massive Grimm monster when fighting alongside other hunters.

Yue tried not to let these thoughts bother her as she entered the Survival class. She felt that her skills could be of use here, even if she was more use to the refinement of a well stocked home. A maid should be able to take care of others no matter the environment, be it in the luxury of a lavish mansion or roughing it in the wilds. Seeing the cupcakes Yue could only assume they were gifts to the students. She would eat one, however her own strict diet found no time for fatty snacks at this time. But perhaps later.

Putting the snack in a plastic bag Yue heard the teacher ask everyone to follow her. Yue did so and watched with awe as Ms. Nuit showed them the advantages holographic training room. This was more impressive the. Any of the technology she had seen while training, and Yue’s family had some of Atlus’s best! She was tempted to applaud however this was a survival training class not a technology demonstration. The teacher explained a bit about the room and told the students to find a place to stand.

Yue did as ordered and stood off on her own. Then the area begin to flood and the first lesson began. Thy were on a flooding ship and they just gather supplies and survive. Yue notes the sheer amount of enemies around. ”There are too many for me to fight, especially in this element. Supplies, I need supplies!” If Yue knee the layout of this boat she’d try to find any emergency room. It would have basic supplies for something like this: life jackets, first aid, clean water. But Yue didn’t know and Ms. Nuit likely intended it to be like that. So Yue has to do her best.

With just a simple search Yue was able to find about fifty feet of rope, cooled tightly together, a large tarp about ten feet by ten feet, and some deck brooms. She had an idea how they could be used so she took them with her. More supplies could be found inside the shop but that would risk going inside a quickly sinking ship. Yue could take that risk. Instead she started looking for the life boats. If they could secure those first at least everyone would have a way off this boat.
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