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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"Arararararagi is cooler than me, Fionnaghal Cirsium."

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

May the Schwarzes be with you

Monday

The time: 7:30!

The stage: The heights of Beacon Academy!

The cast:

>You two sure are amped up today, aren't you? Did something good enough to leave this poor old man in the dust happen?

"Heehee, we pulled a fast one on him!"

"He can't see through you if you pull the wool over his eyes."

"So what now?"

"Hmm... take in the sights, I guess?"

"Scout the perimeter!"

"Yeah!"

April and Dawn Schwarz, rowdy little sisters at large with nobody to rein them in!

No elder brother, still returning from a short-notice cruise vacation. No mother or father, stuck finishing up a mission and filling in for the town's patrol until the evening despite their best efforts to make time, respectively.

>Don't go getting into any trouble you can't handle, now. Your mom will kill me if she finds out, you know.

Not even their sagacious, flippant Uncle-type chaperone, Tanner Oshino, was there to restrict their opportunities. Already having been called in as a last-minute replacement for his teammate and her loving husband, the psychedelic-shirted, unlit cigarette-chewing, perpetually scruffy blond-haired man found himself given the classic runaround that only a pair of fledgling super-powered teenaged nieces could pull off with aplomb.

However, despite their cheeky actions of breaking line-of-sight (to their knowledge) and rushing off on their own, away from something that at least resembled a responsible adult, they held no hate or even dislike in their justice-loving hearts for their once-presumptive-tour guide.

For Uncle Tanner's benefit, they typed out their response.

>We'll
>>Be
>Fine!

Would they?

Probably.

Were they truly on their own?

Of course not! Here they were surrounded by the kinds of people they were aiming to be themselves, trainees rising to one day join the ranks of their mother, their uncle, and the type of people that their big bro hung around day in and day out.

"And honestly, if he can do just fine here, we shouldn't have an issue, right?"

"Of course not! There's nothing that nii-chan can handle that we can't!"

With their confidence mutually bolstered, the twin terrors of the Schwarz household began their high-energy tour of the beacon campus, drinking in all the scenery, landmarks, and facilities that they would one day call their own.

...

"Well, I'm sure that's the plan, anyway." airily mused the paradoxically shifty-yet-dependable looking guy from within the branches of the sturdy oak, paying a visit to one of his favorite spots for a cheeky mid-afternoon nap back during his days as a student.

He couldn't sleep there today, though, unfortunate though it was.

He had a pair of adventurous Signalites to keep an eye on.

...

...

...

His observations, and the implications behind them, turned out to be astute.

In a matter of minutes, slightly aimful wandering had turned entirely into aimless wandering, and the two girls seemed to be more interested in taking in the fresh air of the high-altitude campus than doing any real hardcore investigative scouting.

Boundless though their energy could be, but with nothing to guide it, it always fizzles.

"You think we could do some good cardio up this high?" asked April, currently walking along on her hands as opposed to her feet. A prodigal martial artist, such feats of balance and coordination had long been reduced to simple child's play for the tall, willowy girl of fifteen years. The yellow and black tracksuit and shorts, to their credit, did an excellent job alongside the school uniform underneath in surviving the unique challenges her orientation faced.

Her younger sister, clad in a tasteful teal yukata, brought a dainty hand to her chin in thought. Her hair was, as with the rest of their family, straight, black, and host to a particularly stubborn cowlick. Caught in the sudden breeze, it almost appeared to dance in contemplation.

"I guess so, yeah, but wouldn't just living here do the trick too? Existing this high up would really speed it up, I'd say."

"Good point, good point!" April agreed with a casual nod in spite of her non-casual method of locomotion, ponytail swishing mere inches off the ground.

"Maybe these people coming up'll know! They look old enough to be students here, right?"

"Right, we should ask them!"

They drew upon a group that had gathered on or around one of the benches on campus, featuring a red-haired woman with a cybernetic arm, a dark haired girl close to their ages with a stony, statuesque expression, and a third girl roughly Dawn's height that was accompanied by a taller, wary-looking man.

This was a bunch that, obviously, could only be here for the same reason as them.

"Excuse us!" April called, springing off of her hands and back onto the balls of her feet with the ease that could only be attain through more repetition than anyone would think necessary. So easily, infact, that she launched straight into her introduction, raising a hand in greeting to the crowd that was quickly mimicked by her less manic little sister.

"I'm April!"

"I'm Dawn! And we were wondering something!"

"Do any of you guys live here?"

"If so, we were wondering how hard it is to breathe this high."

"But not how easy it is to get high."

"Drugs are bad."

"Stay above the influence!"

These girls were many things, most of them positive, but none of them subtle or easily kept on message if allowed to bounce off of eachother.

Not unless you were Mama or Papa.

Few would blame their scruffy Uncle, then, for leaving them to their devices and electing to merely keep an eye out.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

Hoshi (Shooting Star)

However, there was an important factor in her "performance" that she would have been foolish to leave out.

Shooting Star turned to the somewhat-awkwardly approaching girl from before, quickly appraising her condition--

Safe. Unharmed. A little shaken up, a little dirty, maybe even a little scuffed, but she was alright.

Priority Number One, no?

The broad smile the high-speed fistic magical girl broke into was response enough. Snapping off a sharp faux-salute, any outward trace of her melancholy erased itself in a flash. Part of being a magical girl was being a strong pillar of the community in trying times, right?

"Just doing my job as a heroine! I'm glad you made it out alright!"

Another, and the biggest part, was to always prioritize the lives of those in danger. Having done so didn't erase her mistake regarding the Negari by any means, but it certainly wasn't for nothing.

She could hold her head high about that.

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the dude was so italian i had to dedicate my carbonara to his passing

i can't believe napoli died

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@Lazo Hey!

I'm right now planning on drawing Sand using a different art style, but for now I need to sketch things.

Is there any other visual details you'd like to see on Sand in the picture? o-o

wip

_{The final product is going to have a doubled image resolution, extremely thin line art, and a soft color to it!}

@NarayanK

i would like to see a lot of cute on sand

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hey everybody come check out how cool i am

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@Silvan Haven@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra

"Sure," I replied, rolling up a sleeve. "Just need the needle to draw out my..."

Or, actually.

There was a much more viable alternative to the slight pinprick that a little sewing needle would provide. I heal extraordinarily fast, and a wound that small would probably vanish in the rough ballpark of a second. Maybe a second and a half on a slow, lazy day.

The point being that asking for the needle was an exercise in inefficiency. I needed something more deadly, as it happened. Sharper, and capable breaking more skin and blood vessel than a simple needle pricking the thumb.

My eyes broke from the leery, injured, and glowy-haired boy that was currently clutching his side and fell upon the answer at Gratia's hip.

"Actually, instead of the needle, do you mind if I borrow the sword again? It'll be a lot faster."

Wordlessly, she slid the sabre out of its scabbard and presented it to me hilt-first with a look that gave me a good idea of what she would have said normally.

I don't give a damn if you cut yourself on my edge, just get it done.

...Well, I might have paraphrased a bit, but that was the general vibe I got.

"Thank you."

I ran the blade across my palm and grit my teeth. The downside of having a weapon draw my blood instead of a needle was obvious. Needles pricking hurt you less than the slice of a sword damn near universally.

Granted, it was far better than what our mysterious friend with the gauntlet must be going through. Having a chunk taken out of your side was debilitating in the extreme for most people. It was a miracle he could even muster movement at all, let alone attempt to stand.

Trust me, I knew. This guy was tough.

Stepping forward, I addressed him directly for the first time.

"Hand off the wound, please."

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You gotta know how stuff works when you portray it.

@Crimmy

best advice anyone can ever give