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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK@Crimmy

Sterling Johnson - Hallways

"So they were..."

The sounds of unabashed war had ceased as quickly as they'd erupted, and once the flying forms of fighting females became fleeing figments of former foes and folly, leaving fallen friends to fend for themselves, the hall was empty of moving bodies once more— Save, of course, for the shellshocked and utterly nonplussed Hana.

As Taidan opened the door with a gentle smile and an innocent observation, regarding one of the school's many peculiarities, a second voice joined him.

It's owner was leaned against the wall across from the door, resting against an opened fourth. As if he had always been within it (even though he obviously had not), Sterling Johnson entered the shot. He was tall and strong, his grinning face more of a smirk than Taidan's earnest smiles, and he kicked his burly frame off from his rebellious lean against the wall to step forward and survey the damage. Folding his arms, one sinew and one steel, he gave the unconscious young women an understanding look before he coolly appraised Hana.

"Guess all the racket was them keeping the peace for us?"

He posed the question conversationally, teacupping his strong jaw in a musing way.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK@Crimmy

Sterling Johnson - Hallways

"Hold it, you barbarous broads~!"

At the exact same time, the door on the exact opposite end of the hallway from the first flung itself ajar hard enough to nearly embed the knob into the wall it had collided against, with equally thunderous report. This cantankerous crash was swiftly punctuated by the unique sight of a large, shining hero, deftly cartwheeling his powerful frame into the unenviable position of "between the escaping exchager and malicious mob of moonstruck maidens".

Low roars and grunts filled the air, harmonizing with the high-pitched Bruce Lee sounds of his helmeted comrade, as he flexed, posed, and slid into a boxer's boastful bounce on his boots, glorious and gleaming guise glamorous and gallant, guarding a girl from this gaggle of gristly gals.

"Hottie Ranger Silver!" He barked, smirk easily visible beneath his majorly merch-esque visor, which caught the metallic gleam of the silver ball bearings suspended in the air around him. "Let her go now, before I'm forced to take action, by force!"

The script was very improvised.

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i thought you left us in 2016, not 2007

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Physical Education

@Krayzikk@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Crimmy

"Yeah, good idea." I agreed, nodding after a moment's consideration. "If you're still feeling worn out from Grimm Studies, lifting anything heavy's a recipe for failure... and that's if you know what you're doing. If you don't..."

Disaster.

Not to disparage my newest teammate in any way, shape or form, of course. Whether she did or didn't actually understand how to properly move a barbell, there was certainly a time where I didn't, and attempted to exceed my limits a bit too early and eagerly and completely unsafely.

It wasn't my brightest moment, and I'm nothing if not full of very dim moments.

"We could work form, I suppose— Hey, man." I began to elaborate on what was going through my head, but I got sidetracked and raised my hand in greeting to the previously mentioned Atlesian specialist, now transfer student. "It's usually only free if the Professor doesn't show up, so we're making contingency plans—"

"IT'S FOOTBALL TIME!" crowed a voice that boomed as though it were thunder rolling down a mountainside, completely sidelining whatever else I was about to say.

...

Okay.

That was new.

This was obviously a man in the position of our current Physical Education professor.

This was obviously neither Agesander nor Volkov.

"...And we have a new Professor. Huh."

Once again, I was thrown wildly off-track by an unexpected arrival, though this one was a much more severe case thereof given that I had never seen this man before. Did the staff have as much of a rotating door roster as the student body? Was this whole Academy an intersection rather than a location? What on Earth...

I nudged the other quote-unquote "veteran" of our chosen school's weirdness, who had roughly a week's more tenure than myself, which in turn placed him squarely as the most experienced of the gathered group with... a month?

We'll call it a month.

A month of total time enrolled.

"Have you seen him before, Ben? Is he a new coach, or a sub, or something?"

I had no idea.