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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

nah he's got this

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Already waiting for fistbumps between Jorie and Sterling tbqh

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Nothing back from Pann yet.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Yo that stuff is kinda sketch though

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Luke likes reminding me that he's an expy mid-post and that I haven't referenced the show in a while

does anyone else have this problem

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Luke Schwarz -- Armory

"Oh, mine? Well..."

His hand found it's way to the back of his head, scratching an awkwardly-timed itch as he slid his rough schematics over to the space between them. To say they were rudimentary would be a drastic understatement. Really, they were closer to they type of sketches found scattered throughout the notebook of an inattentive student, with only basic labeling and explanations that almost seemed an afterthought.

In other words, it was very clearly not the work of someone versed in the task at hand.

"I couldn't come up with much, so I asked my sister if she had any, and she responded with 'a Scouter'." he explained frankly, knowing being put on the spot like this would make any lie he'd try to tell a convoluted mess through his own panic and inevitable attempts of twisting lipservice out of half-truths.

"So I was thinking an eyepiece that could be used to measure enemy Aura levels, going off of that. Maybe monitor those of linked units as well. You know, kinda like an RPG Party's."

A sound enough idea in theory, but one that he in practice wasn't sure if he could implement. If he was ready to tackle the problem of implementing.

Maybe she could teach me. It's her world, after all.

...

But would there be a class where he didn't feel the need to lean on other people for help? It felt like an ugly new habit, running to other people once the going got rough. Gratia in Math, for example. He was always competent even once his study habits had begun to suffer back in High School, was he really as hopelessly lost as he assumed he was? And he also managed to qualify for transfer into the Hunter curriculum despite not going to Signal, if only by the barest margin. He had to be able to work something out with that knowledge base.

"People can only save themselves. One person saving another is impossible."

Tanner Oshino had said that. Tanner Oshino, a former classmate and family friend of his mother's, had said that. Tanner Oshino, whose glib and carefree demeanor belied a serious expertise in both occult matters and fending off Grimm, had said that. Tanner Oshino, the vagabond exorcist hunter who he owed serious debt to, had said that. Tanner Oshino, the aloha-shirted hobo he'd learned to trust in spite of everything about his appearance, had said that.

...But it was ultimately one's own choice to ask for help, right?

It almost felt like a cop-out, thinking that. A convenient evasion of an uncomfortable notion thanks to tricky wordplay. Whether it was right or not, he couldn't say. He was no philosopher. Just an ordinary young man.

"At this point, though, it's essentially still just an idea. I haven't figured out what all I need for it yet, much less put it together."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I'll give Pann a shout tomorrow and touch base

CLOSED

Jonas Highwind

Location: In front of the Power Cage (this gym needs fucking DL Platforms)
Interacting with: Dallas Relo, Rozalia Eathliel

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HASHIRIDASHITA

OMOI GA

IMA DE
MOOOOO

"They DOOOOOOOOON'T!" Jonas screamed back as he fought valiantly against the force of gravity for the final time, 495 pounds lifting off of the ground as if space shuttles, pulled through sheer power of the body alone. One earbud dangling from his left ear, the son of Ares felt adrenaline course through him as the moonspoken lyrics pumped his blood, running it as hot as any battle could. At the apex of the chorus, he was damn sure he could deadlift the entire building.

Hoisting the weight to it's full height as form dictated, he grinned ferally even as they descended back down from his now-rescinded over-under grip, returning to the matted floor with an almighty CRASH. Blood coursing through his entire body, he stopped any forward motion of the bar with one foot, and breathed deep. Sweat dripping down his brow, every muscle alight with fire (coincidentally having what in scientific terms was called "a motherfucker of a pump"), and music blaring in one ear, he relished the sheer feeling of raw power that washed over his mind.

Times like these, he felt like he knew just a taste of what it was to be Dad.

He turned to chuckle Dallas's direction, raising hand in greeting to the new girl that had a bad habit of following them all over the place. Roze, right?

"It took a while, but I finally got some work in on him." he stated, pulling the clip off of the near end of the bar and beginning the long, arduous process of removing plates. "It always surprises you how enjoyable lifting is. Surprised both of us, anyway." he explained for her benefit, wishing nothing more than to hog a useless machine with them for relaxation.

You know, that's actually probably the one good use for the Smith Machine.

Just sit on the bar.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Goddamn this reading shit is fucking rocket science fam

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Luke Schwarz -- Armory

Glancing up from his very rough sketches of the classic piece of Saiyan technology (and outing himself as never having a future in art), his eye swiveled back over to Cian beside him, already hard at work on some contraption infinitely more complex than his.

"Really? All by yourself?" he asked again, needlessly. Looking from her quick, clean schematic back to his wayward scribbles, the discrepancy here couldn't be more obvious. Like his and, say, Aoki's Math Grades back in High School...

When Math wasn't too brutal even for me.

"That's... amazing." He replied, in a tone colored much more soberly than usual by the second, third, and fourth thoughts about taking this class swimming throughout his mind. He really, honestly, hadn't expected to have been expected to already have experience, expertise, in such an area where you'd think it expedient to ensure that even those starting from nothing had explanations supplementing their exploration. Seriously, wasn't there an intro class for this?

Maybe in Signal's curriculum...

I should ask April. Or Mom.

"So, it seems like you're really in your element, here."