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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Sure, you can change classes. We're definitely not going to play every day, however. @Sixsmith, you bring up an excellent point. @Sho Minuzaki @Kabensaal @xnobrainx How's it going, fellas?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I fixed it, my bad. Fifth period is now a triple choice between survival, practice, and PE. I'm now officially making Psychology and Botany electives that can be taken in evenings. Computer Science, Music, and Language can also be taken in the evening, but one of them is mandatory for sixth period. I understand if this is confusing. In a couple days after we're done with lunch and we progress, each of us will move on to our individual classes. This is the part where I really need other players stepping up to play teachers, since I'm not at all relishing the prospect of playing up to three different teachers at once. I will, however, assign a few NPCs to each class. Thank you all so much for your cooperation! Shoving all this organization down your throats must be a real chore, but it's better then anarchy, eh?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

It's not necessary. Only a few of us have accounts. Oh, and Beo? Thank you.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Simply splendid, Narayan. Sangue is accepted. Duly noted, Prince. @Everyone, start figuring out what classes you want to attend please. Jot 'em down in the conference document.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

New Grimms have been sighted in the beastiary. Wondering what makes Ruby go 'nope?' Take a look and maybe you'll find out.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

So for the fights that didn't get finished, did the class end before that, or did they still happen, and we're just skipping over them? If the latter, I need to know the result of the Seibler/Rakim fight before posting.

@Kafka Komedy

Seilber won, Goodwitch hospitalized Rakim after he got angry at his lost and tried to set off a gargantuan explosion.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

When it came to moving through thick crowds, Abel was always on edge. It was never easy for a big guy to mill around with others, with so many feet to step on heads to knock into, and overall embarrassment to be head. It reminded him of moving through the storehouse back in Pallisade—the 'world of cardboard', as his mom had nicknamed it. He had to exercise extra self-control, or crush something that he might really need. As a result, he was content to let the other students flow around him, and ended up almost last in the lunch line. After arriving at the front, however, he discovered the stifling wait to be worth it. He pored through the salad bar, selecting plentiful lettuce, tomato, ham, bell pepper, olive, cheese, egg, and some savory sauce. One carton of white milk and a smaller carton of grape juice would serve to wet his whistle, and he picked up some mashed potatoes on the side. He paid the cashier at the end of the buffet with a forty dollars, thinking to stock up his account so that he wouldn't have to rummage through his wallet every day. Of course, that meant that he had less than five dollars for miscellaneous expenditures, so he'd have to be careful. The armor of Gren Orchid was easy to spot across the cafeteria. He made a beeline for his table, and as he approached he observed that Shiro was there as well. Setting his heaped salad on the table, he stepped over the bench and seated himself. A tiny bottle of sanitizer was produced from a pocket in his jacket, which he used while eying his teammate's mini-grill and the mouth-watering morsels of meat cooking atop it. “You're crazy-prepared,” he said matter-of-factly, seemingly forgetting a proper greeting. He recalled the last time he had seen Gren in motion, and while Shiro's fight had been rendered hazier by all the fights that followed it, its memory remained strong in Abel's mind. Shiro himself seemed very happy; perhaps the steaks had something to do with it. His infectious smile encouraged Abel to speak. “Excellent showin' in first period! I'm not really the kind of guy to be dishin' out compliments, but both of you did very well. Kinda bums me out that I was the only one who technic'lly lost.” The sanitizer bottle vanished into his coat, and he peeled open his milk carton. “I wasn't really fightin' serious, though. Next time Robert won't get off so easy.” He was halfway through a combined forkful of lettuce, tomato, and egg when his eyes widened; he had forgotten something. After finishing chewing, he set the fork aside and closed his eyes. Through the tumult of chatter present in the cafeteria no words could be heard, but his lips were clearly moving. It wasn't long before he resumed eating. “What did you think of math? Fullbuster's a pretty sweet name, but he was so...uninspiring. Took me about ten minutes to get my head on straight and start workin' through that packet.” The juice box was emptied in one fell swoop. He gave it a disappointed look, clearly unhappy with its capacity, but quickly turned his attention back to the others. Abel suddenly realized that Swansong was down a member, with Sapphire was nowhere to be seen. Not knowing if she was here doing her vanishing trick or not, he nevertheless couldn't get too concerned about it. Whether she was off in the infirmary, still getting food, or maybe with others, Abel much preferred her off doing her own thing than being here stifling him. With Shiro and Gren he felt a sort of kinship, but Sapphire had closed herself off from any of that. Still, her fight with the shield-toting Oswald had been impressive considering her injuries.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Read the thread and find out.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I don't see why the weapon has the ability to make him jump higher (everyone can jump higher than normal anyway) but other than that I guess it's okay. Though if you still want to do things that haven't been done before, as I believe you earlier expressed, you might consider that our roster ratio is more than 2:1 male to female.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

To Midna, Navi's parting barb rang only numb. She readily grabbed the thought of moving on, and was prepared to exit the room when the fairy turned up none other than an eavesdropper. The memory of her disrobing earlier sprang to mind, and if the Twilight Princess could have blushed, she would have. As it was, she adopted an indignant air, though she remained somewhat shaky and spattered by fairy blood. She glared at the ridiculously-garbed merchant as her shadows expanded to cover more of herself. While he stammered out an explanation, she was concocting her own rebuttal. "Speaking of seeing what I would not want you seeing," she interjected, "You chose a very poor time to be peeking through keyholes. Privacy is very important, you know. To be honest, I am very insulted. Given that you had only second hand knowledge, your conviction of my unworthiness could only have stemmed from prejudice. Dark is not necessarily evil. Even if your accusations were based in reason, there are better ways to ascertain someone's trustworthiness than spying on her in her room. Let me assure you that I am on the side of the hero; if I took advantage of the disappearance of the princess, I would tarnish my own reputation beyond repair." Her expression softened as she addressed Navi. "I will see you tomorrow morning, then. I am sorry I could not do more to assuage your pain." After the fairy and the peeping rabbit were gone, she bolted the door and removed her hairband, ending the enchantment that allowed her to stay in full-bodied form. In the shadow of the bed, cast by a flickering candle near the door, she tried to sleep. Slumber, however, came fitfully. -=-=- A handful of hours later, the sun had risen, and not long after the Twilight Princess did as well. Accompanied by a Zant rather more sporadic than usual, she made her way to Castle Town' main gate, where the hero of time was waiting. When she arrived, she saw Link astride his horse Epona. "Good morning," she called. "You seem ready to get this show on the road."