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Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Hey, I'm interested in joining if there is any opening left.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Fredrick Jones

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With Fredrick's little dramatic display of sorrow and defeat over, Herman had seemed to go into his motivational speaker persona. Well, it was less of a persona for Herman and more his natural state of being from what Fredrick could gather. Honestly, it was so routine this little charade they had that he would have been surprised and worried if Herman hadn't. He more or less sent a slight smile Herman's way as he continued trying to cheer Fredrick up.

Herman's kind and encouraging words always hit their mark as by the end of his little speak Fredrick was feeling like he was renewed somehow. He sat up From his slump and rubbed his eyes, letting out laughs, barely getting "I get it, Herman, I really do. And thanks as always for picking me up like usual" out before taking a deep breath. He holds it in for a few seconds before releasing it, displaying his newly restored vigor. Fredrick quietly says "Alright" as his eyes dashes back to his backpack, pulling out the same papers as before. He crossed his legs once more as started grading leaning back in a relaxed manner.

Working with a small smile on his face, he speaks to Herman "So I was thinking that tomorrow I would give them a group project, something more interesting than my usual long-winded lectures. Thinking of having them discuss an event in history that resonated with them and have them discuss it within their group. Maybe hostility will at least lessen if they can see each other as more then one dimensional. Well, at least I hope. Who knows I might spark something on accident but I can't just tread around them like they are bombs. They're people, and I have to give them enough respect to assume they will see each other as people as well." The though is now fully playing out what if they disagree with one another and start fighting. The worry sets in Fredrick's mind as he just thinks well this project might go badly. He releases reservations about the possibilities, simply believing that if they come to fruition then he would just have to deal with it there. To almost crack a joke about the whole thing he pulls out his phone and makes Herman's 5 on speed dial.

After finishing the grading Fredrick stretches himself out, cracking his knuckles in the process. Then giving Emily some more affection. "Sorry for ignoring you" he cues at her. More or less sitting there for awhile trying to decide what to eat tonight.

@Th3King0fChaos

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Henry

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Vaulting off of the hands, Henry tried to land normally but his balance had seemed to still be shot from earlier. The tumble acted like a splash of cold water, shocking his system and bringing him back from that foggy existence. He took a look around to see Nikolay knocked far back, hands gone from what he can tell. Henry knew he hit him but to how and to what extent was a mystery at the moment. Henry put up a guard to keep himself safe in case of retaliation.

But instead, Nikolay started to laugh. Henry lowered his guard thinking the fight might be over now. Hectic is a word to describe the encounter but Henry would describe it more as dangerous. Still, Henry nodded his head in agreeance. Hearing that he won was a bit shocking to him as he just couldn't make out all the details after he had his brain shaken. But he would accept the win as he really didn't feel like arguing against himself at the moment. He came over to Nikolay shake his hand, disarming himself as well, as he clasped Nikolay's hand "Good fight."

Henry was thrown off by a Russian accent now but he was too foggy to care. As Nikolay showed concern for Henry about the hit he did Henry could only smile at him as he said "No, I'm fine. The shock wave reverberated in my upper body for a bit, I think. It more or less shook me a bit." He took a look at Nikolay, inspecting him for injury. He seemed to be hurt but nothing worse than expected out of a spar. Henry let out a sigh of relief as he placed a hand on Nikolay's shoulder "Well, I need to sit down for a bit. That hit is still taking my balance away as we speak. You did good Nikolay" Henry started to walk past him, not trying to show that his balance was still gone. He was headed to the benches

During the walk, he could still feel his heart pounding like he was still fighting. No, like it still wanted to fight. The energy he felt in his arms and legs confirmed this. Henry's body had been itching for a fight earlier, he knew that but for the first time, his body wanted to keep fighting. Like it hasn't had its fill of danger. Not being able to understand this fully, he simply pinned this on that Hailey's father had angered him more than he thought.

He carefully kneeled to pick up his jacket he had tossed off before all this exercise. He slowly rose from his crouched position to be sure of his balance. He set his jacket over his shoulder and headed over to the benches, seeing Hailey there. He smiled as he started to head over. As he was making his way over he sees the black mist materialized from under her. His vision was too blurry to make out any more detail about the mist or Hailey's expression but Henry had a gut feeling that she wasn't okay. He made his way over quickly, almost stumbling a few times. Once he got close he could see the terrified look she had on her face. Henry tried to sit down softly but his legs didn't listen to him as he sat down hard, shaking the bench a bit. He took his jacket and covered her with, trying to comfort her. Henry preceded to place an arm around Hailey and pull her in. At this point any issues Henry had seemed to cease in his mind as his attention was dedicated to making sure she was alright. "Hey Hailey, it's alright now" in a very calm but strong voice. Henry watched, hoping he could help her through this tumultuous time.

@Landaus Five-One

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Henry

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Surprisingly, the white hands came down quickly to meet Henry's Gauntlets in a clash, or that was what Henry thought would happen. His entire attack was neutralized in that action. Henry was taken aback at what happened. There was no recoil from the hit so it's not like he just slammed into an immovable object. Before thinking anymore, He gripped onto the stones. It was an instinct from his grappling training.

However, there was no time to process what was going on with Nikolay's Noble Arm as Nikolay immediately counterattacked. The blast ran directly through Jahreszeiten Wechseln, then to his arms, and finally to his head and body. He could feel his arms were getting that tingly, numb feeling like when he would throw too many punches into the tree outside his house. The attack rattled his brain a good bit, leaving him nauseous and his vision blurry. He felt momentarily weak. From some other power, Henry had held onto Nikolay's weapon.

Henry had never in his life been had his conscious shaken before. Not in the years of training he had, not in any spars. Henry usually could be called reserved in the way he fought. Not that he was afraid he would get hurt, that he would hurt someone badly on accident. A tendency to stay docile that was instilled in him through all aspects of his life. Never start a fight. Never hurt others. Always be peaceful. These basic ideas had help defined who Henry was. As the literal bigger man resorting to violence is a sign of weakness of the mind.

However, something stirred in Henry when he had lost consciousness for a moment. A warrior's blood that has resided in him, dormant under the many factors of modern life. So with no hesitation, Henry's body moved on instinct. He threw his legs underneath himself, using the hands as leverage, and loaded himself like a spring aimed at Nikolay's chest. He tightened his core and legs as close as he could. Once aimed, he exploded out straightening his body, launching both feet into Nikolay. He could easily shatter Nikolay's sternum, ribs, and back with this hit. Hopefully, this is some good padding the school has

@The Man Emperor

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Fredrick Jones

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Fredrick just watched his beloved cat run over to Herman. Even Fredrick can't get Emily to come running over to him. All he could do is laugh a little bit as he watched Herman playing with Emily. Being satisfied with his cream and coffee "I'm doing alright. Just decided to get some coffee to help me get through the grading. I seem to be a little distracted today" Fredrick started to walking over to Herman to take a seat near him, sipping his coffee along the way to his seat. He takes a seat crossing his legs, leaning deeply into his chair. His shoulder lowered releasing some stress, "Herman, my first class was even crazier man. "He undid his tie, his teacher voice fading "A fight broke almost broke out. Twice!" as he throws up his hand gesturing a 2, continuing the gesture to stroke his hair back. "I swear I'm going to lose the little sleep I have left." After that small amount of venting, Fredrick lets his arms fall to his side and lets his legs fall flat to the fall, throwing his head back in defeat.

@Th3King0fChaos

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Henry

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Henry watched as Nikolay rolled away from the slide tackle with a bit of panic. Henry's eyes were sharply locked on Nikolay as he moved out of the way, this speed seems reasonable for him, Henry thought as he monitored his reaction.

Henry took his slide and shifted himself onto the side of his hip, keeping an eye on Nikolay who wan now crouching. His Noble Arm was still red. Henry believed that he might have a difficult time trying to defend against a rush style. With that analysis of the situation, Henry ground his gauntlet into the floor to bring himself to a halt. All the while he had shifted from the side of his hip to his front. At this point, Nikolay was about to fully erect himself. In the singular moment that Henry had stopped his body had gotten itself ready for a low tackle. His leg muscles fired off, bursting Henry forward. His shoulders being at knee level with Nikolay, he was going to try to grapple him in this exchange and slowly win. Halfway from making contact with Nikolay, the marble hands changed to a sickly green. Henry would have to continue his charge towards Nikolay at this point, unable to stop on a dime.

@The Man Emperor

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Fredrick Jones

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After teaching the classes before lunch, Fredrick finally started to unwind in his class. He loosened his tie as he pulled a chair to do some paperwork by the window. He usually found himself diverting his attention between grading and watching the clouds roll by. Watching time pass, giving a somewhat melancholic look all the while. He pulls out his pocket watch, giving quick inspection to it. Slowly, the ticking hands drew him into its time.

The grumbling of his stomach brought him back out of his sedated state. He took a look at the wall clock to see only 10 minutes had passed since he lost focus. Fredrick put his watch away and began to rub his eyes. He stretched in his chair and but the papers into their folder and then placed them in his backpack. "I should get some lunch" as he stood up, throwing his pack over his shoulder, and started towards the door. "Come on Emily!" He said with a bit more energy, smiling at his cat. Emily stretched herself back to life and quickly hopped on Fredrick's shoulder. Fredrick scratched under her chin as he walked to the teacher's lounge.

As he entered the lounge, Fredrick went and popped a ready-to-go meal in the microwave and poured himself some of the cold leftover coffee. He turned around and leaned on the counter as he checked who was in the room to see the infectious smile of Herman. That grin of his always had a way of making Fredrick smile. "Hey Herman how are you?" still leaning against the counter, stirring a large amount of flavored cream into his coffee.

@Th3King0fChaos

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Henry

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Henry found some amusement in Nikolay's rambling. Henry felt slightly more comforted seeing a small fault in someone. He tended to see people as more earnest and genuine when they show some minor flaws. As he was appreciating the slight rambling, Henry finally recalled that his accent was different this morning. He couldn't make heads or tails of what this meant but at least it wouldn't surprise him too much next time he switches. I wonder if his German accent is any good? That would be pretty funny, Henry thought for a moment.

Watching as Nikolay went to the other side of the ring, he watched as the hands appeared. Henry has never inspected the hands before as they seem to look somewhat like a stone. The fact that they were just floating there was a bit creepy but mostly captivating. It was rare to see a Noble Arm that didn't need to be wielded by its user. But with that Nikolay readied up.

As the hands seemed to glow red he could see the same for Nikolay's eyes, so his eyes indicate what his hands are doing? I'm not too sure so I'll have to keep an eye on it. Henry began to dash forward, bounding off his right leg to gain the burst of speed. Henry was going about 30mph with that dash, refraining from going into a full-on sprint. He saw the hands produce these red beams of light that although by themselves weren't moving fast, became major obstacles with how fast Henry was moving. Henry opted out of thinking too hard of his options and just decided to slide under them. As Henry got near the energy blast, he threw his feet forward, letting his center of mass go tumbling toward the floor, sending him into a slide tackle. Henry nearly got hit by the attack either way, as his slide tackle needs a fair amount of work. If his timing was any worse he would have kissed the dang things. With barely dodging the attack, Henry continues the slide tackle. Henry began to slow the tackle down, using his gauntlets to scrape the ground, as he began to worry what a slide tackle at this speed would do to Nikolay. Either way, it would be best if he dodged this one.

@The Man Emperor

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Henry

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While lost in thought about who to potentially spar, Nikolay came into Henry's view, surprising him slightly. Henry smiled out of reflex and processed what he asked. Wasn't my first choice but if he wants to spar, why not accept his offer. Henry took his arm and patted Nikolay on the back, "Thank you for asking, Nikolay. I will gladly spar you." Henry now looked Nikolay in the eyes to see them glowing. Henry pulled himself back a little as they caught him off guard. He did like how they looked though, there were literal glowing eyes after all.

Henry equipped his gauntlets, starting in Spring, and began to walk away from Nikolay to get into position. Henry wasn't a fan of starting in Spring time, it just never suits his style. However, right now he is in the mood to just fight. Besides not knowing what Nikolay's hands do exactly did make it a difficult decision whether he should've started in a different season. Henry remembered from before classes that he rudely ignored Nikolay. "Oh, and sorry about ignoring you this morning. I was in a hurry but that doesn't excuse my rudeness, I hope you can forgive me." With a slightly clearer mind Henry gets ready

Henry began by taking a wide stance, leading with his right foot. Once Nikolay showed that he was ready, Henry had planned on dashing at him to get in close.

@The Man Emperor

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Henry

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Henry felt tight as he ran, still trying to shake some of the feelings he had earlier. He decided it would be best to just run all the laps again rather than skimping out on some. Quickly, his body adjusted to what was going on. The laps were completed with haste. Like usual he wasn't satisfied with a light warm up. He preferred to go heavier with his start. Mr. Cinter called people into the circle, Henry joined the circle, still wanting to run more. He put his arms behind him, having them support his weight. He knew stretches were coming up next. Stretching was fun to Henry. It reminded him of simpler times before he had thrown on a lot of muscle and grew. He was actually quite flexible before he started training. Now some of it has left but he can still do the splits if he warms up properly.

Henry listened to Mr. Cinter's instructions and started to spread out accordingly. Henry gave himself a good bit more room to compensate for his size. Wouldn't want to accidentally hit someone. Henry reflected on his strengths and weaknesses for only a moment until he came to the conclusion of almost anything is his worst scenario. I guess a gun or a spear would be the worst right now. Henry tried to create a gunmen at the moment but it quickly failed as he realized he has no experience with firearms. Spear it is then. He has never committed to this before, always feeling embarrassment from trying. He just hopes he will be able to focus properly on it or this exercise doesn't mean much.

The mental imagery formed a rough image of a person, around 1.7 meters using a 2 meter long pole. No face or really distinguishable features to speak of. Just a greyish mass in the form of a human. He didn't know how someone with a spear would fight so he just imagined that this thing was trying to kill him. Henry began to do a good bit of side stepping to move out of the prodding spear. He batted it out of the way once. He felt confident that was a good move. That is until he considered what if he couldn't touch the spear for some reason. Then he realized he wasn't moving nearly enough. It was predictable. He started to form a mental cylinder with the center if it being the spear wielder. He set it to around 2 meter radius, the same as the spear. Stepping out of the circle would mean death. And with that Henry began his image training. Dodging to the side, rolling to the other side, slapping it away. A momentous moment came when he saw he made an opening for himself. This is it! He took a step backwards to get himself ready to finally go on the offensive. Just then Mr. Cinter called time. Henry opened his eyes, now feeling even more frustrated than before. As he looks down to calm himself. He realizes he stepped out of the circle on that last step. Henry couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at that.

Next was sparring, apparently. Henry usually despised sparring but right now with all that has happened he is in the perfect mood for it. A small smile seems to curl up from his previously blank expression. The only person he knew had a spear is Cynthia. The thought of sparring with someone who may be upset with you just sounds like a safety hazard. Henry took his basic face again and started to let his mind wander to each person. Jordan would be fun to spar with that rifle of his; Oscar has that Sword of Light of his; Nathaniel has a pair of revolver, wait, can't he shoot lightning?; Nikolay has... Hands?; I'm not sure what Pablo has. Now then, who to spar? As he was thinking he remembered Hailey might have to participate in the sparing. Henry is still worried because of what happened earlier. With that he decided he should leave himself open until he sees what she does.

@BigPapaBelial

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Henry

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Henry was waiting to see what Cynthia was coming over for. He hoped for a maybe a light talk before Gym. But from the way she walked over and her tone Henry knew that wasn't the case. Henry listened as he sat back, nodding like he understood with a neutral face. He pulled out his phone and began translating whatever she was saying right there. Okay let us see what she is upset about.

As he began to translate her rant toward him, he got the gist of what she was saying. It was surprising to him to say the least. However, Henry also had no reason to band against Virgil. Sure he has a monopoly on the school at the moment but that doesn't affect Henry. Frankly the cost of the facilities is already too steep for him to use to begin with. Besides that they are just acting like privileged people and Henry has no qualms with it. Use what you have to succeed. She probably doesn't like him for other reasons besides his supposed reign on the school, Henry thought.

After collecting his thoughts he was finally ready to give input. He leaned forward a little to enlarge his silhouette, as he made eye contact to get Cynthia's attention "I really don't have issues with Virgil if I'm being honest. I haven't been personally affected by his actions. His attitude towards his other students is rude from what I have seen but to say he is the cancer of this school is very rude and honestly makes it hard to take your side. Also from the little I know about Vane what he cares about is strength. Why would he band with you if doing so actively puts him in a detriment. And from what I have seen Vane and you are not close enough for him to set that aside." Henry begins to stand up, letting his massive frame tower over the German youth. His face showed a mixture of disappointment and sadness "I am sorry Cynthia. I really am but there is no way I would join your group against Virgil right now. Maybe if you came here with a compelling argument, one that could move me to action, then I would gladly join you. But for now you only come off as a vexed child." Henry begins to step past her, stopping once he is slightly past her to make one final remark to her before he goes for his jog "Also your suggestion to beat him up and hang him from a flagpole only proves to me that you are not that much different than him."

The last thing Henry said to Cynthia is bugging him slightly. He wonders if he went too far with it. She was obviously trying to do what she believed was right. Henry, to a degree, admires how outspoken she can be about injustices she sees. Her zeal alone almost won Henry over, however, her crude and dehumanizing language toward her fellow students just made her seem like part of the issue rather than the hero. A part of Henry wishes that she could mellow her black and white mentality to be less antagonistic to Virgil's group. It is obvious that some people actually benefit from Virgil giving another way to get into these expensive facilities.

As he finally stopped thinking of his words towards Cynthia, he noticed Hailey sitting down on the bleacher away from people. Perfect Henry thought to himself. As he jogged he got out his pocket notepad and began to write his number down. As Henry was going by he jogged up to Hailey and handed her the folded piece of paper. "Hey Hailey! Me and some of your classmates are coming over to my dorm room for dinner. I would love to have you join. Text me if you want to come alright" as he makes finger guns toward the paper signifying that as his number. Henry turns on his heels and with a split second gets into a full sprint "There will be a plate for you either way though!" as he continues running.

@Landaus Five-One@Letter Bee