HereComesTheSnow

Knighthood- Closed

Parents would kill me

Knighthood- Closed

Men of the Rising Sun

HereComesTheSnow
Justin and Otto

"Otto." the young swordsman replied with a smile, letting the door shut on it's own as he jogged down the steps to pull after Justin. "And nah, not really. Maybe about a week or so. I'm usually up 'bout a couple of hours later than this, but hey;" he replied, before making a bit of a show of hungrily rubbing his belly for a laugh. "At least the lines are gonna be short for breakfast, right?"

This was Otto Kleinsmann: Always a silver lining somewhere. While Justin seemed a touch more laid-back than he, the guy seemed cool enough from the get-go. Holding a conversation like this this early? You had to be a pretty decent dude. You just did. Polite guy, too. Remembered to introduce himself before Otto did, at any rate.

"Oh man, those Cinnamon Buns they have here, though..." he repeated aloud, a wistful look gracing his face. "Man, you're gonna have to have one. Just one of those and you'll be ready for your whole day. It's like they came up with culinary magic to make them."

Knighthood- Closed

Men of the Rising Sun

HereComesTheSnow

Day 1, Morning

"Morning." came a voice from directly to his left as two halls merged into one near the stairwell. Turning his head, the crimson-haired Kleinsmann found himself automatically mirroring the lazy half-smirk and wave. A young man, as in "man full of youth and vitality" and not "kid", about his age wore the original of the pair of grins, on a face framed by a more standard and less outlandish shade of brown hair, ass opposed to Otto's anime-looking do that served as a decent alibi were he ever suffering from a case of chronic bedhead.

"'Ey." he replied cordially, as their paths fully merged towards the stairs downwards, undoubtedly both for breakfast. He could already imagine the delicious smell of those freshly baked cinnamon buns, packed full of more simple carbohydrates than you could choke a horse on...

"Mornings, huh?" he asked conversationally, swiftly turning about face and backing into the door to the stairwell, both pushing and holding it open behind him, letting his newfound compatriot walk through unhindered. "Man, we caught a weird time. Usually ain't so quiet around here."

Indeed, the halls were almost eerily serene in the grey area between "early morning" and "late morning/early afternoon". An unusual, but not altogether unpleasant breed of peace.

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Luke Schwarz -- How do you field strip gauntlets?

"Yeah." he replied with a nod, watching as his teammate dissected and reconstructed her rifle with mild curiosity. "I doubt we're gonna have another random incident like that, so it's gotta be a step up at least."

Deconstruction, contemplation, reconstruction, all in the span of two, possibly three minutes. Most of it being the step in the middle, to boot. What minutiae could she possibly be fussing over? It looked a lot like those blueprints she'd pulled up to him, but then again, he knew nothing of firearms. All those tiny mechanisms, springs, locks, levers... they were all beyond alien to him, as much as his hair was to Gratia, seated all the way up at the front of the desks. Glancing up at the impassive curtain of ebony hair some three desks up, his eyes bored into the back of the huntress's head for a moment, noting a disappointed-looking Gren walking away from his no doubt brief as all hell conversation with her.

Why is she so pushy with me, anyway? Are her teammates and I the only people she's spoken to since getting here?

It can't just be my hair that's elavated my stature amongst everyone else.

R-Right?

Exhaling a breath he didn't know he'd been holding through his nose, his eyes turned downwards as he activated the first stage of his right watch's transformation. A familiar sensation similar to putting on a heavy glove struck him, and in the watch's place was a gauntlet of gleaming silver plate, extending all the way up to his elbow. Gauntlet being used as an easier, shorter term than "gauntlet, vambrace, and reverbrace", that is, but you get the picture. Wiggling his fingers and rotating his wrist, the pugilist did his level best to fit in with everyone else working on their weapons, testing the articulation.

As always, full range of motion. He could have it on all the time during his daily life, if he really wanted to.

Beyond that though, he wasn't quite sure what to do with it. He wasn't exactly sure how to take it apart and fiddle with the inner workings...

"Say, Cian. You designed that yourself?"

Knighthood- Closed

waiting on krayz to stop having homework fam

CLOSED

"Kore wa watashi no imouto-chan desu. Namae wa Tara Niklos desu."

"...Jonas, you fucking weeb."

"Sh-shut up."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

It's okay.

Numachi having an entire fucking episode of monologue really drags it down though.

My Hider

Ponytail Kanbaru is a gift from the gods

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by HereComesTheSnow>

Wrong.

She'd smash YOU.

With her monkey arm.

@harinezumikouken

My Hider

nice

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

i find kanbaru's backstory pretty compelling, though her plots are often a bit subpar, for example.

also y'know her hips and midriff are really nice

i'd smash

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

i like strong plot and backstory