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[h3][color=00a651]Survival Class
Lumberjacking[/color][/h3][/center] 

The students success at leaving the boat didn’t mark the end of class, unfortunately. That was just one part of the test. Now they needed to find a way to survive the coming storm, or get off this island. Apparently there was an airship enroute so getting its attention would be important. But should that fail, everyone would need to find shelter from the monsoon. Gren was unfortunately not very experienced in dealing with such tropical storms, but he had some small clue about making homemade tents. The White Fang often had them move about a lot, and the tents Gren was familiar with were sturdy enough to withstand our average rainstorm. Whether or not it could handle a monsoon would be soon seen.

[color=00a651]”Well then, you all heard her! Let’s get moving. Oswald has the fire, now we need lumber. We ain’t got time to make a log cabin though, so fine as much reeds, leaves, and other fibrous materials as you can too. That’ll be filler.”[/color] Gren activated his semblance to reduce friction between his feet and the ground, and then rocketed towards the forest while revving up his chainsaw. With ease he cut down swathes if trees as if they were twigs. Once he had about ten felled logs, Gren kept them together using his semblance and hauled them towards Oswald utilizing g his brute strength. They were still quite heavy, but nothing that Gren couldn’t handle with his semblance allowing him to slide it to Oswald like a sled.

[color=00a651]”Aight Ozzy, here’s some timber. Got some leaves and bark on em too so you can make em extra Smokey. I’m going to go back and try to help the others make some sort of shelter. Holler if ya need me.”[/color]

Before Gren left he took the courtesy to chop the trees into more manageable logs, but beyond that he’d leave it to Oswald to handle and make the bonfire. Gren would return to the others and lead the act of deforesting the coast to create some sort of storm shelter. He really hoped someone else knew how to make one; he was only good at gathering materials. Any attempts at subtle or silence would be ignored as Gren’s chainsaw ripped through the trunks of any tree of considerable girth, though he at least had the courtesy of shouting [color=00a651]”TIMBER!”[/color] So no one was crushed underneath one of his fallen logs.

[@Guess Who][@Ryonara][@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN]