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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Savo and Tearstone have yet to report in.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Despite his enmity with Sapphire at the moment, Abel could not help but admire the way she caught the plate. Were all nimble lightweights capable of such tricks? Her declaration of her injuries, made only moments before, heightened the improbability of such a maneuver and by extension the degree to which it impressed Abel. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that she had been planning to strike him; for a few moments, her expression had betrayed that she thought he might have as well. Frankly, the notion that he pick a fight with a near-invalid insulted the guardian, but he did not bestir himself from his silence to interrupt Gren. While Gren was talking, the feeling of respect Abel felt for him increased. Not only was this brutal-looking warrior considerate and friendly, but he was also a great speaker. Abel envied those who could use words with such finesse, well aware of his own comparative lack of charisma. When Gren mentioned him, Abel's mind flashed back to the moments he had spent in the tunnel using his semblance in conjunction with the Ampere to create a whirling, electrified shield to grab the robot's focus. Perhaps stirred by the memory, a thin cut along his cheek twinged. It took a lot of firepower to get even a single bullet through his Vortex Barrier, but the mech had done so in only a few seconds, cutting straight past the protection afforded to him by his aura since he was concentrated on sustaining the Barrier. Abel's attention shifted as Gren addressed Sapphire directly. He looked into the eyes of Kuhaku, which Gren had referred to as Shiro. From what Abel had heard, it was his last name, but the idea of someone preferring to be called by last name was not alien to him. That said, he nearly winced every time Gren said 'Fulgurate'. It was an esoteric and awkward word, pronounced 'foolg-your-utt', and Abel preferred for others to use his first. Regardless, he found himself wondering if 'Shiro' had really lost his memory. It struck him as weak, and rather irritating, but probably not as much as it did for Shiro. Feeling obligated to make some statement, Abel spoke up right after Gren finished. “Yeah. I feel the same way, really, though I probably look like a prick. We're not perfect, and we have our weaknesses, but the biggest pride in life can be the triumph over yourself.” Those words were his father's, and his grandfather's before him. They expressed an ideal that Abel hoped to live by. “If you're willing to lead, I'll try and follow.”

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

They received them during the initial tour of Beacon, just as the chaarcters in the show did. I don't really want to prolong this after-ceremony nighttime period any more than necessary. I would advise that nobody start doing something that cannot be interrupted by going to sleep.

That's Weird

Ivan hasn't started shooting yet.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Yeah I was wondering how to bring that up. Let's not get too far ahead, JRVR. Though the teachers are going to be controlled by me or the coGMs and maybe the person who made each one.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

While Abel knew he hadn't been heading into a friendly situation, he found more malice in Sapphire than he had thought. When she glared at him, scathing emerald green into azure blue, his own eyes lost their friendliness. He could feel his pride prickled, mirrored by a slight electric current that rushed through him, causing the hairs on his neck and arms to stand on end. For the love of pete, he had just been trying to be nice, and this girl seemed bent on hating him. Just as strong as his indignation was Abel's disbelief; this was the person that Ozpin thought capable of leading the team? “Right then,” he spat, circling over to a dark brown visitor's chair and plopping down. As he id so, he came within a couple feet of Sapphire, and undoubtedly his superior height wasn't lost on her. “Taking it back. Not glad at all.” Though he badly wanted to expound on the subject, he managed to overcome his spike of anger in time to avoid snarling something that he might regret. Instead, he rested his head in his hand, leaning via his elbow on the arm of the chair. Forgotten was the girl's mention of Kuhaku's forgetfulness. As he attempted to relax, the hostility gradually left his face, becoming a sort of dejected grimace. Sapphire's seemingly unprovoked nastiness robbed him of all his thunder, his excitement at being a part of a real time. He just didn't know what to say. Out of nowhere appeared Gren. Abel might have jumped if he weren't so tired. He watched, completely engrossed, as Gren unpacked his strange assortment of items upon the counter, and start working on the cake. As the sweet aroma wafted through the air, Abel realized how hungry he was. He waved drily when Gren invited him to make himself comfortable, but bore him no ill will. He and the orc were perhaps the most alike out of any in the room, and not just because they were both more or less uninjured. With a thankful nod of his head Abel accepted the cake, and he began eating rather gravely, wordlessly appreciative that Gren had arrived to take control of the awkward situation. When the faunus offered a slice to Sapphire, Abel paused, half expecting to see her flip the gift onto the floor out of spite.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

It was with a slight note of conclusion that Abel bid Gren farewell. “Celibate?” he murmured to himself as he pulled out his scroll, fiddling with the buttons. “Musta meant celebrate.” He briefly considered what party supplies were the object of Gren's solo quest while the scroll booted up for the first time. If it was alcohol, Abel would have none of it, but if the others felt like the situation warranted inebriation he guessed that he wouldn't stop them. Not everyone was as straitlaced as he, and the last he had seen both Kuhaku and Sapphire, they had both been on stretchers. Vague excuses swirled through his head that they might use for drinking—to relax, to forget about the pain. When the faulty scroll finally sorted itself out, his inner musings vanished, and he stared intently at the tiny screen before scrolling over to the minimap tab and determining in exactly which way the medical ward lay. A brisk pace and long strides meant that he arrived at the infirmary within thirty minutes. It was situated separately from the rest of the academy. The shattered moon was a little ways above the horizon, and the night blew cool and clear. Beaming down upon everything from above, more so than the moon, was the warm green light after which Abel guessed Beacon was named. Under normal circumstances, the night would have been young for him, but after the trials of today he was very weary. After checking up on his teammates, he resolved as he navigated the last few meters to the infirmary, he would head straight back to the dorms to get some sleep. With only two floors and eight rooms, the medical ward had little to hide from Abel, and he soon approached the single softly-lit room. There was no sign of any nurses, which Abel decided was good; it meant that Kuhaku and Sapphire were stable, at least, if they were to be unattended. Voices garbled by the door that separated team SASG revealed that at least one of them was awake. Feeling familiar enough with those on the inside to not need to stand on ceremony, Abel opened the door somewhat loudly and waltzed right in. Immediately he froze, suddenly aware of something wrong. Both of them were standing, and in their hospital gowns they seemed strikingly smaller and less lively than in their clothes, somber-colored as they were. That was not, however, what put Abel on guard; he could practically feel the tension and unhappiness emanating from them. Sapphire in particular seemed standoffish, with her arms tucked against her. In the poor light, the edges of her dark hair seemed blue, and the surprised, uninviting look in her eyes gave Abel the impression that he wasn't wanted here. Perhaps nobody was. But to turn around and waltz right back out would make him seem like a coward, and that was something he simply couldn't stomach. “...hey there,” he managed after a few seconds, breaking the vile, awkward silence. “Good to, uh, see you guys are okay.” In fact, they looked quite terrible, but he hoped they knew he meant to reassure them. He found himself looking at Kuhaku's snowy ears, and forced himself to look at each of his teammates' faces in turn.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

About the legendary Grimm, put them on the conference document and I'll take a look. We've got three Grausam-class Grimm already, but it couldn't hurt to add to the list if I like your idea. About NPC students, you can give me them as well, but before that I'd like people to look into making the staff we still need.

Fairy Tail: United we Stand REMAKE

At this point I don't know that there's much point to continuing

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In an interview, Monty Oum basically said that the world of Remnant is an interpretive world, and while characters may share links with elements from our past, they don't need to necessarily have the same basis. I chose Gilgamesh as the team name because it was the best one I could find. If you want to add flavor, please do, all the flavor you want, but it isn't necessary to explain everything.