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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I'll of course be writing about the best anime there is...

@Awesomoman64

oh you son of a bitch

FINE

I'LL DO SOMETHING ELSE

CLOSED

Jonas Highwind

Location: In door, looking out upon the dorm parking lot
Interacting with: Dana Harada, Adachihara Kazuma, Rebekah Cross, and Dallas Relo (indirectly)

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So this was a three-way conversation now. Okay, alright, socialization. All good. No issues. He butted into conversations a lot himself, he couldn't really find it in him to be irked with this kid for doing the same.

"ORE SANJOU!"

After all, she was just being helpful anyway. Better than he could say half the time, as he was sure Dallas would readily attest to. Yeah, this is actually alright.

"You're doing fine, new languages are hard. There's a bunch of little food spots around campus. Up that way there's a nice little Italian place th--"

"ORE WA KAZU! ORE SANJOU!"

And then there was this guy, proudly standing with his arms folded across his chest and yelling their ears off from atop his and Zaheen's (soon to be Hansel's) pet project. Alright. Somebody must have been listening in on the puns from earlier and decided retribution was in order. The situation here was steadily spiraling out of control, and he'd never felt quite so lost in his own front lawn.

"Hajimemashite." he repeated, this time more tersely and followed by a deep breath. "Watashi no torakku wa orite kudasai."

Nice to meet you.

Please get (off of/down from) my truck.

Thank Dad I decided to start taking Japanese for my foreign language credits...

.

.

.

That had better be right.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Luke Schwarz -- Deliberations

"Not here." he replied to Lauren's first query from within the inner portion of their group, having been quickly decided a liability on the outside given his lack of defensive capabilities or enhanced senses.

Not that I disagree with it.
I should have at least used the flashlight function of the scroll from in there, though...
Hindsight's 20/20.

Folding his arms across his chest and staring deeply into the split of the path, Luke began to do what Luke did best, what Luke always did, and what Luke had become somewhat infamous for doing too much:

Weighing options.

"Well, if we end up splitting..." he began, gaze sweeping round to take in the group at large for a moment. "It'd make the most sense to have the leaders each go down a path, to start with."

Simple sense, stuff that even April would be able to come up with. By having each team's leader on the two paths, they could keep in constant contact and report their findings to one-another in real time. To not do so would result in them being cut off, unable to call for help.

In other words, a death sentence in this scenario.

"From there, though..."

CLOSED

Jonas Highwind

Location: In door, looking out upon the dorm parking lot
Interacting with: Dana Harada and Dallas Relo (indirectly)

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Vaguely sensing himself being sized up for a brief moment, Jonas took the liberty to do the same. The polite, if stilted voice came out with a Japanese accent, which made sense, given that it came out of a Japanese girl. A very tall Japanese girl at that, unrepentantly tall for her race and sex. And equally unrepentantly lanky for her height as well, culminating in an altogether willowy build of just under six feet, and...

I'm not good with estimating how much girls weigh. I'll ask later, but I'd guess under 130, easy.

Now, that sort of build was probably not what one would first expect of a daughter of Ares, but you also wouldn't expect lanklets like Jon Jones to be dominant MMA champs. And yet, here they were, with her having very deliberately driven to the parking lot of an Ares dorm and with Jon being just about the only reason people still discredited Cormier as "a paper champion". So that's that.

"Hajimemashite," he replied warmly in the same tongue with his own inclination of the head, taking her comparatively dainty hand into his own and all but encasing it, shaking firmly. "Nice to meet you, Dana. I'm Jonas Highwind."

He nodded along as the oddly fashionably dressed and tall in a supermodel-y kind of way girl continued her introduction. She was cute, too, like Tara was in the rare moments where she remembered to smile without licking her chops in some manner.

Was it possibly this was some lost Aphrodite kid? He'd just noted how judging off of appearances alone wasn't reliable, but all that plus the BMW...

You never knew. Weirder things ha--

GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL.

...

"Food, huh?" he smirked. "Answer depends on something: You moving in? I haven't gotten any notices about a new little sister so far, so..." he explained with a glib shrug.

He had to admit though, sending a cute hungry new kid to him? If this was part of a sinister plot, they knew his weaknesses better than he liked, well enough to play to them effectively.

But as long as he stayed vigilant...

She began to answer, but was cut off by another rumble from her stomach.

...

He sighed.

Dal's gonna yell at me for this one, but he's already mad anyway.

"Ah, what the hell. C'mon in, I'll see if we've got anything I can scrounge together for ya." he decided, waving her in as he stepped back to the door and held it open. "Dozo."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

fug

CLOSED

Hansel Greta Goebbles/ Hephaestus

Hans Goebbles

"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." -William Butler Yeats

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Personal Information

Name:
Hansel Greta Goebbles

Nickname:

Hans

Birth Date:
March 12

Age:
22

Gender:
Man.

Sexuality:

Pretty Frauleins, certain hues of Flame

In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:

Clocking in at a hearty 6'1 and 185 pounds, Hansel is your typically tall young German man, complete with piercing blue eyes full of creative light, and blonde hair that wouldn't look out of place upon a son of Apollo. Due to years of learning to work a forge from a young age, his arms and back are corded and powerful, sinew easily visible in the forearms as testament to years of work and indicative of monstruous grip strength. He may not lift, but he's certainly no weakling. His facial features toe the line between handsome and rugged, with a square jaw and light dusting of beard to accentuate it and indicate roughly how many days it's been since he last remembered to step away from projects and studies and do the "shaving" part of personal hygiene. Expression has two extremes most of the time: classically Teutonic stoicism, and raving enthusiasm as his eyes drink up the light of something on fire.

Clothing Style:

Simple and practical on most days, prefers coats in the winter. Owns a Gas Mask and a flame-retardant combat uniform. Used more rarely than you'd think, less rarely than you'd hope. Same goes for his self-made set of Gothic Plate, which can often be found cheekily disguised as a sleeveless undershirt, puppy slippers, and cozy sleeping pants.

Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Flammen
• Schwert
• Flammenschwert
• Smithing
• Ringen
• Dirk Nowitzki
• Dogs
• Beer
• Heckler & Koch
• American Gun Laws
• Das Vaterland
• Volcanology
• Engineering

Dislikes:

• BEING CONFUSED FOR BEING A RELATIVE OF A HIGH-END NAZI
• Having to explain that he is still descended from a Nazi just not that Nazi
• Water
• Shields
• Brazil's football team
• People who are scared of their own national flag
• Not allowed to be proud of heritage
• People too proud of heritage
• Greece not paying fucking denbts
• How stylish he find's grandpa's old uniform

Fears:

• Gypsies
• Stagnation
• The onsent of oversensitive types
• Being misunderstood

Habits:

• Splicing German into his English Sentences
• Marching Powerwalking
• Finding new and exciting locations to smith and smelt.
• Staring longingly at someone's Zippo Lighter which could make for an EXCELLENT flamethrower if he could just borrow it for a minute
• Treating Highways as the Autobahn

Personality:

♦ Proud ♦ Well-Meaning ♦ Inventive ♦ Enthusiastic

With a tall man oftentimes comes a tall glass of personality, and Hans is far from an exception to the rule. Naturally willing to learn and interested in some more eccentric things, who he is stands out almost as much as his perpetually angry-sounding accent. A friendly man, he's always willing to listen or speak, even if it's something he doesn't quite get. However, that friendliness isn't to say he'll roll over if you step to him wrong. Iron-willed as any good young man, he adamantly sticks to his ways will gladly stand up for them, staring anyone down before promptly wrestling them to the ground or engaging in a gallant swordfight. At his heart, Hansel is but an eager creator, loving nothing more than to make things he finds cool and put them to the test. However, despite how humble these desires are, the man himself is proud, both of his own handmade creations and his homeland and heritage. Hansel is here to represent Himself, His Father, and His Fatherland, and he intends to do it the only way he knows how: Making Awesome Stuff.

Background:
Born and raised in an unnamed German town that was likely once the coziest little village one came across in the Holy Roman Empire, Hansel was from a young age raised by a single mother, an eccentric yet excellent uncle, and two doting grandparents with visits from his Father from time to time, usually during special occasions (at least once a year, and most birthdays). Having accepted the reasoning behind his usual absence as "important business trips", Hans promptly looked to his mother's elder brother to shape him growing up, and found within that man everything cool in the world. Smithing, tales of Knights, Historical European Martial Arts, military engineering... you name it, that uncle knew about it and taught him about it, as long hours spent in the shop after school flew by, turning into days, weeks, months, and years. And while these interests may seem strange to most, every time that Dad of his popped up and Hansel showed off his latest sketch or project, he was met with a beam of pride, a word of praise, and best of all, a sentence of critique. He had so much learning to do!

Fast forward to the age of 18, when Hansel finally decided to put some thought into his situation, and asked about his father. Surprise surprise, he's only the God of Smiths and Fire, nothing too big. Oh, and you're also moving to America to go to some college called Olympus Academy. Have fun, and don't forget your toothbrush!

Yeah, there was an adjustment period involved.
Extra:

Poseidon's still a G.

Godly Information

Godly Parent:

Hephaestus

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Cordial and mutually supportive and understanding. Has essentially no issues with Dad, considering his consistent, if necessarily sparse, role as a mentor and thorough explanation of his responsibilities as, you know, a God. Keeps up with him fairly regularly compared to some of his peers, typically through writing and bouncing wild ideas off of one another.

Godly Abilities:

Teutonic Efficiency: After learning to uncork the mastery of craftsmanship locked inside his Vulcanic genetics, Hansel is a natural smith and engineer that can find ways to produce a wide variety of weapons, gadgets, and vehicles in ways and with materials that, really, shouldn't normally work.

Kriegsmesser: Can in addition give said creations "disguises", allowing them to transform into objects of much more pedestrian utility than what they typically end up being. A longsword can become a kitchen knife, a lance a ballpoint pen, a flamethrower guitar a regular guitar. Things like that.

The Crucible: In accordance with his father's domains, Hansel can in a pinch use any contained source or generator of heat for smelting. This does not include human bodies.

CLOSED

Jonas Highwind

Location: In dorm.
Interacting with: Dallas Relo and Dana Harada

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Having decided to put his ultimate decision on hold for now, Jonas had been spending the past 15 or so minutes in a sub-meditative state of browsing the internet at random, jumping from forum to article to imageboard and back all over again at his leisure. At times, a yawn would come on, and he vaguely considered taking a mid-afternoon nap. "Nothing much to be doing right now" was the prevailing conclusion, and it looked to be the lead-in to simply another lazy day.

And of course, that would just be right out. Better visit phraktured and remind himself what those warm-up stretches were, he had a feeling Dallas was gonna burst a blood vessel if he wasn't around to keep an eye on him.

Well, especially after that call. he thought in addendum with a chuckle and a smirk. That probably didn't help with the poor guy's blood pressure.

After around 10 or so minutes warming up the joints to an acceptable degree, he swiped his phone from the desk, texting Relo his intent to head out.

Alright nerd stay put I'll head over there he typed eloquently, ears vaguely registering the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, an engine shutting off, and a door shutting as he did so.

He blinked.

... Hold on. Tara's taking a nap right now.

His smile vanished.

Hold that thought. Someone's outside. Will call. he added moments later, before bounding out of his room and down the stairs even as he speed-dialed the Son of the Sun just before putting the phone in his pocket. Never could be too careful.

This way, Dallas would have audio if things went south.

Before he made for the door, however, one short little pit-stop was necessary. Throwing open the door to the hall closet, he fished behind a couple unisex winter coats that were too small for him anyway to retrieve a gift from dad received by he and his sister some time last year, specifically for these situations, "just in case": one Remington 870 MCS.

Perfect.

"If they're looking to surprise me, the game's even now..." he muttered for his friend's benefit, leaning the shotgun against the frame of the door, just out of sight from those on the outside but nowhere near out of reach.

"Moment of truth." he muttered, before throwing on a winning smile just like Dallas had taught him and pulling the door open.

"Hey there!" he called all friendly-like. "Can I help you?"

CLOSED

Hansel Greta Goebbles/ Hephaestus

Hans Goebbles

"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." -William Butler Yeats

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Personal Information

Name:
Hansel Greta Goebbles

Nickname:

Hans

Birth Date:
March 12

Age:
22

Gender:
Man.

Sexuality:

Pretty Frauleins, certain hues of Flame

In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:

Clocking in at a hearty 6'1 and 185 pounds, Hansel is your typically tall young German man, complete with piercing blue eyes full of creative light, and blonde hair that wouldn't look out of place upon a son of Apollo. Due to years of learning to work a forge from a young age, his arms and back are corded and powerful, sinew easily visible in the forearms as testament to years of work and indicative of monstruous grip strength. He may not lift, but he's certainly no weakling. His facial features toe the line between handsome and rugged, with a square jaw and light dusting of beard to accentuate it and indicate roughly how many days it's been since he last remembered to step away from projects and studies and do the "shaving" part of personal hygiene. Expression has two extremes most of the time: classically Teutonic stoicism, and raving enthusiasm as his eyes drink up the light of something on fire.

Clothing Style:

Simple and practical on most days, prefers coats in the winter. Owns a Gas Mask and a flame-retardant combat uniform. Used more rarely than you'd think, less rarely than you'd hope. Same goes for his self-made set of Gothic Plate, which can often be found cheekily disguised as a sleeveless undershirt, puppy slippers, and cozy sleeping pants.

Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Flammen
• Schwert
• Flammenschwert
• Smithing
• Ringen
• Dirk Nowitzki
• Dogs
• Beer
• Heckler & Koch
• American Gun Laws
• Das Vaterland
• Volcanology
• Engineering

Dislikes:

• BEING CONFUSED FOR BEING A RELATIVE OF A HIGH-END NAZI
• Having to explain that he is still descended from a Nazi just not that Nazi
• Water
• Shields
• Brazil's football team
• People who are scared of their own national flag
• Not allowed to be proud of heritage
• People too proud of heritage
• Greece not paying fucking denbts
• How stylish he find's grandpa's old uniform

Fears:

• Gypsies
• Stagnation
• The onsent of oversensitive types
• Being misunderstood

Habits:

• Splicing German into his English Sentences
• Marching Powerwalking
• Finding new and exciting locations to smith and smelt.
• Staring longingly at someone's Zippo Lighter which could make for an EXCELLENT flamethrower if he could just borrow it for a minute
• Treating Highways as the Autobahn

Personality:

♦ Proud ♦ Well-Meaning ♦ Inventive ♦ Enthusiastic

With a tall man oftentimes comes a tall glass of personality, and Hans is far from an exception to the rule. Naturally willing to learn and interested in some more eccentric things, who he is stands out almost as much as his perpetually angry-sounding accent. A friendly man, he's always willing to listen or speak, even if it's something he doesn't quite get. However, that friendliness isn't to say he'll roll over if you step to him wrong. Iron-willed as any good young man, he adamantly sticks to his ways will gladly stand up for them, staring anyone down before promptly wrestling them to the ground or engaging in a gallant swordfight. At his heart, Hansel is but an eager creator, loving nothing more than to make things he finds cool and put them to the test. However, despite how humble these desires are, the man himself is proud, both of his own handmade creations and his homeland and heritage. Hansel is here to represent Himself, His Father, and His Fatherland, and he intends to do it the only way he knows how: Making Awesome Stuff.

Background:
Born and raised in an unnamed German town that was likely once the coziest little village one came across in the Holy Roman Empire, Hansel was from a young age raised by a single mother, an eccentric yet excellent uncle, and two doting grandparents with visits from his Father from time to time, usually during special occasions (at least once a year, and most birthdays). Having accepted the reasoning behind his usual absence as "important business trips", Hans promptly looked to his mother's elder brother to shape him growing up, and found within that man everything cool in the world. Smithing, tales of Knights, Historical European Martial Arts, military engineering... you name it, that uncle knew about it and taught him about it, as long hours spent in the shop after school flew by, turning into days, weeks, months, and years. And while these interests may seem strange to most, every time that Dad of his popped up and Hansel showed off his latest sketch or project, he was met with a beam of pride, a word of praise, and best of all, a sentence of critique. He had so much learning to do!

Fast forward to the age of 18, when Hansel finally decided to put some thought into his situation, and asked about his father. Surprise surprise, he's only the God of Smiths and Fire, nothing too big. Oh, and you're also moving to America to go to some college called Olympus Academy. Have fun, and don't forget your toothbrush!

Yeah, there was an adjustment period involved.
Extra:

Poseidon's still a G.

Godly Information

Godly Parent:

Hephaestus

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Cordial and mutually supportive and understanding. Has essentially no issues with Dad, considering his consistent, if necessarily sparse, role as a mentor and thorough explanation of his responsibilities as, you know, a God. Keeps up with him fairly regularly compared to some of his peers, typically through writing and bouncing wild ideas off of one another.

Godly Abilities:

Teutonic Efficiency: After learning to uncork the mastery of craftsmanship locked inside his Vulcanic genetics, Hansel is a natural smith and engineer that can find ways to produce a wide variety of weapons, gadgets, and vehicles in ways and with materials that, really, shouldn't normally work.

Kriegsmesser: Can in addition give said creations "disguises", allowing them to transform into objects of much more pedestrian utility than what they typically end up being. A longsword can become a kitchen knife, a lance a ballpoint pen, a flamethrower guitar a regular guitar. Things like that.

The Crucible: In accordance with his father's domains, Hansel can in a pinch use any contained source or generator of heat for smelting. This does not include human bodies.

CLOSED

>not being the master of your own music on long trips on the road

cucks