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Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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6 yrs ago
Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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7 yrs ago
When did I do that?
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Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
Robert laughed at Priscilla's "doggy" comment and did his best to hold back his happiness while Priscilla held his hand. Well, she locked arms with him, that was close enough. He walked with her through the hallways until they reached the cafeteria. He stood at awe of the large selection of food that was being served, from pizza to hamburgers. He sat through the line patiently, barely able to hide his excitement. When he had reached the end of the line, he had on his tray: a burger, fries, a small carton of milk, a cookie, and a juice pouch. He made sure to wait for Priscilla to finish choosing what she wanted so that he could pick a table with her.
After sitting down at one of the large cafeteria tables, he took a bite out of his burger and then ate one of his fries. As he chewed, he compared and ranked the burgers and fries to those he had had in the past. "Third best burger. Fourth best fries. Considering that it made the top five is something to be proud of, but a majority of burgers and fries I've had were old and usually unwanted by their original owners," he suddenly said. "What about you? How's your food?" he asked Priscilla, taking a sip from his juice pouch afterwards.
It just occurred to me that team JRVR is already into the next day. Don't you think they should wait Lugu, at least until we get a few people to post some teacher NPCs so that we can have some actual classes for everyone to attend? I think they've started off early enough in the day that they don't NEED to rewind, but I just wanted to point out that classes don't seem to be ready.
After Greyson and Daniel had said they didn't feel like exploring, Robert got distracted by a small string on the back of his hoodie. In order to grab it he had to turn his waist, but this only got it farther from his reach. So now he was spinning around in a circle trying to grab the loose string. He almost resembled a dog chasing it's tail. If anybody was listening to what Priscilla was saying, which Robert had unfortunately missed as he was too busy with the string, they probably would have been holding back laughter at the irony of the situation. He finally decided that that wasn't working and tried grabbing around the string, hoping to pull it closer so he could get it that way. It was then that he accidently activated one of his bracers and the blade cut a large hole in the hoodie. Since the hoodie was already caked with mud and dirt and already had multiple holes all from the team's test though, Robert didn't really care at this point. At this point, he decided to leave the string since the only way he'd get it now was by taking it off and he didn't feel like doing that at the moment.
"Well, if you guys aren't coming then let's go, Priscilla," he said. He waited for Priscilla to finish getting ready and tried his best to ignore the conversation she was having with the guys, deciding that if he was supposed to hear it that she would have included him. He knew they were probably talking about him and since everyone was mostly buddy-buddy with each other it didn't matter what they said. When Priscilla and him finally left the room, Robert said, "I hope the lines aren't too long for food. Food would be nice. Food is good." He was silent for a few moments then asked, "What do you think they'll have to eat?"
Robert took note of Priscilla's request to explore the campus, and was about to ask Greyson and Daniel when he realized that they had arrived at their room. He turned back around, used one of the keys that had been folded into the instructions to open the door, and then handed the remaining three to Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel. It was then that Greyson and Daniel answered Robert's question. It was also then that Robert suddenly changed his care-free mood, to one easily described as 'hidden anger.' While both of their suggestions sounded reasonable, it was Daniel's second comment that had the effect on Robert's mood. It wasn't just the fact that Robert had feelings for Priscilla, that was bad enough. It was the fact that Daniel had said that last part in such a... perverted way. That was what suddenly pissed Robert off, though you wouldn't have been able to tell just by looking at him.
"Alright everyone, just pick your bed then," he said. He purposefully waited for Priscilla to choose he bed before quickly choosing the one he felt was closest to hers. No way was he letting Daniel get near her, now. For a moment he wondered if he might have been overreacting though, but the idea was quickly dismissed. Once everyone had picked their beds, Robert stood back up and spoke. "So, you guys want to organize the room and stuff. Right?" he said, pointing to Greyson and Daniel. "And you want to go exploring the campus," he now said this while pointing at Priscilla. He then looked down at the foot of his bed where he would have temporarily left his belongings, if he had any. "Well, I'm all unpacked... and I'm not too big on decorating, so if you want to go exploring, I'm all ready to go," he said to Priscilla. He then moved towards the exit, stopped, turned, and leaned against the wall next to it. "You guys wanna come?" he asked politely.
"Wow, leader. Who woulda thought?" Robert said to himself out loud, playing with the idea in his head. "Well now that I think about it, we did talk about it back at the airships. Being the first to finish does give you a lot of time to talk about stuff." Robert stopped daydreaming to notice that the auditorium was starting to get empty pretty quickly. He looked down into his hand to see a piece of paper with instructions on how to get to their team's room. One of the faculty must have given it to him when he had been staring off into nothing like a goof. "Alright team! To our room!" he shouted, pointing and then making his way to the nearest exit. As he walked to the room, he would occasionally check behind him to make sure he didn't lose track of anyone. That would be a pretty bad mistake to make right after becoming the official leader of team RPDG. As they traversed the hallways of Beacon, Robert turned and began walking backwards, occasionally looking forwards again to make sure he didn't bump into anything or get them lost. He did this so that he could face his teammates while speaking to them. "So what should our first order of business be when we get to our room?" he asked.
Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.
Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.
Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.
Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.
Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.
Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.
For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.
Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.
Paige and I also liked rampaged for the team name. Unfortunately, I can't change the the Google Doc from my phone and I can't access my computer right at this moment, so if someone could go on there and do it for us I'd appreciate it.