Azereiah

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@tipssyCalibrator
Yeah, I think we should move on. The introductions seem to be in order already.

@Hammerman

Aye. Character personalities and some future relationships have been fully established, at least between some groups. :)

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Bronchitis sucks major ass.

@Banana

Agreed. Get well quickly, bro. :D

@Crossfire Just shoot me a PM when you're ready to go forwards, eh?

Institute for Young Channellers (Shounen Battle School Anime RP) (Always accepting)

So a lot of the characters seem to be wondering when the reveal is gonna happen. Should I take that as a sign that most people want to move on?

@tipssyCalibrator

I don't know of any school assemblies where the staff waited for students to finish their business before popping up and starting their thing.

Be assertive with moving forwards! People just sorta keep moving things forwards between characters otherwise.

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@Hammerman

I don't think Daler knows, himself.

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And I return home just in time to catch a response. Good timing~

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Jonathan Walker

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Jonathan couldn't help but agree completely with Ryuuto's assessment. The redhead was almost certainly an explosive and volatile sort. Unlike his quiet and more serious friend, though, Jonathan wasn't the sort to shy away from loud, aggressive, or belligerent people, as he sometimes fit all three of those descriptors himself. A shit-eating grin crossed his face that Ryuuto knew all too well from the past year. It clearly said 'I'm going to do something stupid and I'm going to enjoy every second of it'. Perhaps Ryuuto would change his mind after a calmer meeting. He usually changed his mind if he were proven wrong, but if he were proven 100% correct, then maybe a change of plans was in order. Still, full steam ahead -- nothing ventured, nothing gained!

After that train of thought ended, Jonathan finally nodded towards Professor Leden. Serious sort of teacher - moreso than he was used to. Maybe he'd end up in her class at some point, maybe not. He appreciated her coming to check in on him either way. "Hm, yeah. I think I probably should get this treated. Thanks. Speaking of heading to your office, when's the event starting? Almost feels like we're behind schedule."

He checked his watch to be sure. Judging by the position of the sun in the sky, it was not 7:42 PM. He must have forgotten to wind it again.

@Yuuta@Hammerman@Cu Chulainn

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Brock Van de Vate

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From that first bit, Brock already knew he liked the sukeban girl's style. He placed his arms behind the back of his head and stretched. "Nah. No point screaming like a dumbass. Lot easier to just hang back and watch." He shot a glance at Screamin' Bradley out of the side of his eyes, clearly visible beneath the Douchebag™ sunglasses.

Speaking of screaming, perhaps telling the two idiots what was going on might get them to shut up. Brock took a deep breath to ready himself - usually insulting people didn't lead to him getting his way no matter how strong the urge was. "Not sure what's going on. I think there's supposed to be some sort of opening ceremony? Feels like whatever they're doing, they're fuckin' late, though," Brock stated. Annoyingly, the sailor kid seemed like he wasn't the sort to take interest in the goings-on in the larger group. It did seem odd that things had taken so long to get rolling. Perhaps the staff were too busy with the not-a-fight that happened a few minutes ago. He'd ask what was going on, but they were probably taking care of it already.

@Cu Chulainn@Mercurial@blumenk

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Jonathan Walker

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It was definitely a misunderstanding, but Jonathan couldn't quite see how what he'd said would be so offensive. At least, not until Yuki explained it to him. He scrambled away a couple feet, slightly red. Nope! Nope! Not what he'd meant at all. He accepted the handshake, though it was slightly awkward using his non-dominant hand. Red blood was hidden by the red of the handkerchief, and it was getting rather damp. At least the bleeding seemed to be slowing to a stop now.

"I thinnk I'd like that," Jonathan replied. He was going to extend an invitation to join the study party he'd had with Ryuuto when none other than the man himself appeared. He held up his finger to silence Ryuuto and Yuki for a moment and produced a tissue, then turned to blow his nose. Red everywhere -- thankfully it didn't touch his suit at all. He didn't need to call his attack names to dispose of trash, right? With a second of preparation, he balled up the bloody tissue and sent it on its merry way. Somewhere around two hundred meters out, the tissue came unfurled and fell apart in the wind. The rain would take care of the rest later.

"Much better. And yeah, but it's not much of a first day if I don't get bowled over. Remember when I met Taro?"

Taro had been a small student too - an augmentor, capable of enhancing his reaction time and speed, and he had been looking for a fight on the first day the previous year. The boy was a couple years older than Jonathan, though, and has since graduated. It wasn't really the same kind of situation - in this case, if Yuki was right about what 'hot coffee' meant, Jonathan had definitely deserved it. He'd thought as much earlier - since she didn't keep pummeling him, it must've been a one-off thing.

"...I'll have to apologize after she's cooled down a bit," he said, too deep in thought at the moment to notice what either of his companions said. Akiko still seemed like someone he'd like, and getting whacked like that did nothing but reinforce his judgment. Maybe she'd be willing to join the study group. The other three students who had been involved the prior year had already left the Institute, so he'd have to build it back up again.

@Cu Chulainn@Yuuta

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Brock Van de Vate

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Brock stood off to the side of the crowd, listening in. It wasn't really his thing, y'know? Standing around talking about making up and shit. If you don't mean it, then don't fuckin' get punched! Fight back!

His attempt at recruiting Natsuki as a peon friend was wrecked by the affair, too, but that wasn't a huge deal. She was impulsive, so she'd probably... Oh. Now, there's a good idea. With all the impulsive, fist-flinging, magical abominations wandering around out here, perhaps he could start up some sort of club? Schools usually liked that sort of thing, right? He'd been missing that sort of thing ever since the pigs grabbed him and his pals last year. Court dates every month were hella boring, so he was itching for some fun, and this presented the perfect opportunity to do something new.

A quick look over the gathering showed only two people who outwardly looked like his usual sort, and neither seemed to give a rat's ass about the goings-on in the hugbox around Jonathan and Akiko. One of them was... A sukeban girl? He'd scrapped with a few types like that back in Chicago, but they were mostly filthy weeaboos. This chick looked like the real deal. The other looked almost like a gang member with his nautical uniform, and his constant yelling only strengthened that image. Brock figured it was time to make a less 'dramatic' introduction, and approached the two shortly after a third joined their group.

"Yo, you guys see that shit? Haven't seen someone get rocked like that in a long time."

@Mercurial@Cu Chulainn@blumenk

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Daler Ghumman

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"I'd rather be back in my study, myself. Too bright out here."

Daler's eyes were also not what they used to be, like the rest of his withered body. They worked fine, but like everything else, they hurt when exposed to too much of anything - sunlight in particular. Despite the aches, he was amused by the students' antics like Mako was. It seemed that counselors almost universally had that sort of twisted pleasure in witnessing 'learning experiences', as he liked to call them. The ones who didn't wouldn't last more than a couple years in the Institute, after all. Too much stress for those sorts of teachers.

"Clarabelle, Mako? If you'd like, we can go to my office for tea after this event is all over. I'm sure your dolls would love to come, too."

There was a hint of pity in his voice as he spoke - out of all the people in the gathering, Clarabelle seemed to be the most broken and hurt person there. He still didn't intend to take Mako's case unless she asked for his help, but he didn't know the new counselor as well as he'd have liked yet. It was always good to know the other staffers and he'd been woefully lax in that duty.

@Silver Carrot@VitaVitaAR

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I'm heading to Korea in a few days and I'll be there for nine days. I won't have my laptop with me, so my posts will be pretty short to non-existent.

@Cu Chulainn

If need be, Yuki can be dealt with by putting him in a 'new staff training' course until you get back.

On a different note, Brock's going to be starting up a gang/fight club, to be advertised as "The best way of getting stronger faster.", "By any means necessary.", and "The real world doesn't rest, and neither should you."

Anyone up for joining his 'League of Extraordinary Asshats' (name pending)?

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I'll get some responses in in the morning. \o/

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Jonathan Walker

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Jonathan's head was finally clearing up. He'd pressed his handkerchief to his nose and kept his head tilted back toward the sky to try to stop the bloodflow, but with all the excitement, his heart was pumping too fast and hard for the nosebleed to end quickly. He looked out of the side of his eye at the Professor as he straightened the crunched cartilage out. With his free hand, he gave Professor Alexei one thumb up.

"...Nmy fault, Professorn. I finnk," he mumbled. It was hard to talk with his nose pinched. "I'll just... Be sittingn. Onvern there."

With that, Jonathan left the scene to sit on an empty patch of grass where he wasn't in danger of getting trampled.

@Mercurial@Cu Chulainn@tipssyCalibrator

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Brock Van de Vate

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Brock blinked. Just as soon as he'd seen the big guy go down, his new peon friend had dashed off, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. That'd be hard to match, too. Was everyone there was utterly monstrous? He'd dodged bullets in Chicago for years, but seeing some tiny kid lay out some huge meat slab of a man and another girl blasting off like she was the fuckin' Flash made him momentarily rethink his desires. But only momentarily. He stood back to watch the scene as it unfolded in hopes of getting an idea of what the hell was even going on.

@VitaVitaAR