Lugubrious

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Hm, with so many in Edolas and the majority left planning to go somewhere I am unsure what to do.

@t2wave

You can be the one to volunteer to join Nolan's mission.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I want to post

But I want a Nero post...

@Caits

Gotta sleep sometime.

I'm waiting for @Amaya Tamashii -or anyone else really- to volunteer to join the Rogue Magician job along with Nolan and Fleo before I post again.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I'm way deep into the subbed episodes, on the tail end of the Liberam arc actually. I can't remember what it's like to hear Natsu and friends speak in English.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Fleo Plector and Nero -=- Guild Hall

Jamie's words caused a drastic transformation to take place on Nero, not like those who normally dealt with, but one that struck all the closer to the heart for lack of magic. His features fell, and while it was a foregone conclusion that his smile would remain, his liver-colored eyebrows adopted an upward slant, making the smile look forced and pained. He stared at his flier for a minute, stolen for the second time in less than two minutes, projecting that any moment Jamie might rip it in half to consolidate Nero's dismissal. The dark mage wanted to argue, to defend himself, and above all to curse, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. A sideways glanced confirmed that Free had put as much distance between himself and Nero as possible. Nero had hoped that a little time-out would teach Free an important lesson, but it looked like he was as truant as ever.

The sheer hostility in Nolan's tone made Nero instinctively step back. At this distance, even if he were feeling up to it, he doubted he could rattle off a curse before this guy buried his sword in Nero's guts. “I'll, uh,” he stammered, letting his hands, previously raised up, fall to his sides. He glanced to see if there was any chance Trinity might stand up for him -which he substantially doubted, given the circumstances- but she was nowhere to be seen. “Get..get going then, I guess.”

“Hey, wait a sec.”

Already halfway out the door, Nero looked over his shoulder. Indeed, someone was speaking to him, someone without anger written on her face. The woman crossed the bandages on her arms and tilted her head. “I've never heard of you. Sure, you look kinda weird, but who around here doesn't? What would your spell even do anyway?”

It was like the sun came out from behind a cloud. Nero grinned widely, winking through his broken glasses. [color=D8BFD8] “Thank you for not immediately dismissing me! The spell in question is called the Law of Manifestation. It's designed to take an aspect of someone's personality and mold it into a physical object. It can be anything from your sense of humor to your, eh, color vision, to your sadness!” He glanced at Nolan and Jamie, neither of whom seemed very impressed. He wisely decided to stop talking about the spell. “Uh...I needed help because at this level...well, never mind now. If you guys want to shut me down 'cause of my reputation, that's, uh okay, but you should know, I do try to own up to my mistakes.” His voice had turned upbeat again, as if he were giving a fond farewell. Fleo, it seemed, had given him a second wind. Nevertheless, he pushed his hand against the door and stepped outside, no longer on guild property. “I came here because you guys have a reputation too. Powerful, volatile, loads of property damage. Both you lot and I have made some mischief, but have done lots of good stuff too. We're not so different. All I want is for people to be happy, really. I thought ya might understand.”

After a brief pause Nero continued, speaking at a greatly accelerated pace. “Itmight notbe anofficial jobbut myoffer stillstands onewish nostrings letme proveI canbe trusteddon't huntme downand killme pleaseI haveso littleto livefor thanksgoodbye!” The dark mage spun around and sprinted off, laughing merrily all the way.

Fleo watched him go, befuddled but not unmoved. Sure, letting someone test a spell on you seemed like an awful idea, but wizards did that sort of thing in sparring all the time. At least, they had in her old guild. With Phoenix Wing, she was not so sure. “What a strange person,” she remarked, wondering if his talk about wishes was true. And removing a part of someone's? It sounded laughable.

“Anyway, Nolan and I were gonna talk to you about a job, Master Jamie. It's the Rogue Magician. We thought that we might get a third person to help us, though. Would that be okay?”

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I'm having one of those days when all I can do is a half assed post. =~=

@hatakekuro

Sorry to hear that. If you get it out there within an hour or so, though, I'll be able to respond with both of my characters rather than just Nero.

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Just to be sure, how far into 6th period should the teachers go? What I mean is, should the teacher posts only be like the first 10 minutes of the class, the first half of class, etc.?

@Guess Who

Post an intro and start the students doing something, like I did a while back with Math class.

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Well, any ideas I had for this contest can't compete. GG.

@Scarifar

Shouldn't be so quick to assume. While the original formats are awesome and make me pleased, I'm purposefully not counting them for evaluation. If you simply fill out the sheet, as long as it's badass and takes advantage of all of your character's abilities, it has just as a good a chance to win.

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Nero -=- Guild Hall

With a wounded look that screamed Can you believe this guy? Nero shrugged, shaking his head disconsolately. Inwardly he seethed, but managed to restrain himself from turning the ridiculous 'Time Lord' into a puddle. He settled for a dismissive wave of his hand, using the Law of Embodiment to turn his flier into water. No longer possessed of a solid form, it splashed from the intruder's hands onto the guild hall's floor. When Nero reached down, he broke the curse, and the flier reformed just in time to be grabbed. Surprisingly, it totally lacked water damage, which left only one big cause for concern.

“Don't know what your problem with me is,” he remarked, his eyebrows folded in sorrow, an expression perhaps inappropriate for the situation. “It's hardly my fault things turned out that way. She could just have easily been a parakeet, and anyway, everything's fine now. I'm serious about this spell; if the tests go well, my reward will be one-hundred-percent-genuine. It matters to me.” Nero addressed the stranger, not the guild master, knowing that he would receive no help from him...her? It could have easily gone either way. Weird. I'll have to find help on my own.

He looked around until he caught sight of Trinity, and his face lit up. “You again!” he cried, as if she were a long-lost friend. “I know I teased you about the ice arrows, but really, you're the reason that nobody got really hurt. If you hadn't unfrozen Ginger, she'd probably be dead now. That's more than the bozo in black ever did. Before you ask, yeah, it is somewhat possible that I had a hand in it, but she deserved what she got. Just bad luck that she became a monster.” Free, though a penguin not known for his agility, now suddenly gave a tremendous push, and weaseled his way out of Nero's arms. He waddled off deeper into the guild hall, evidently intrigued by the place. The dark mage allowed him to go, happy to see his charge at least momentarily happy. “When I get serious about something,” he continued, the smile on his face in every way the antithesis of serious, “My word is a good as my bond. What I'm doing is an original spell. I've been working on it for ages, but none of my Laws work on myself. Maybe you'd be the one to help me, and earn yourself a wish?”

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Alright folks, let's get it in gear. I want the sixth-hour teachers to get us started, and then everyone still present in this RP to make a post. It doesn't need to be a show-stopper, since sixth period isn't going to be more than a couple of posts anyway, but I want to know y'all are still alive and kicking.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Survival on the Rapids

Even with the pallets' favorable design, navigated the river without falling into it required a great deal of conversation. Vorosky opened fire on the innocent riverbank in order to use the recoil to propel himself away from a outcrop of rock jutting up from the riverbed. The unpleasantly familiar sound of rapidly-beating wings reached him from over the water, and when the professor looked ahead he was disheartened to see a small flock of harpies incoming. Vorosky managed to bring down two of the avian Grimm with short, controlled bursts from his rifle, but the sharp-minded monsters split up after that, targeting students one or two at a time. One harpy swooped down on Vorosky almost vertically, threatening to topple him into the rushing whitewater. While he managed to block the thing's killer talons with his weapon, the harpy closed its claws around the gun instead and yanked hard, disarming the professor. With a sigh, he pulled a pistol from his belt and unceremoniously ventilated the Grimm's mask.

The scuffle had pivoted him around so that he was facing upstream; while not a desirable outlook for such a perilous situation, it enabled Rayna's questions to be heard. “Anomalies have only one use! The portal we came in by is one-way. The closest way back is right in front of upcoming waterfall! In just a few moments we will be there...” here the professor was interrupted by a brilliant light and a thundering crack, signaling that Abel had left a harpy thunderstruck and drowning in the river. The guardian barely had the time to reset the Ampere to blade mode before an overhanging branch almost knocked him into the water. If not for his low, kneeling profile, he would have been. Vorosky continued, “And follow me exactly!”

A steady roar, growing in volume with every meter, heralded the dreaded waterfall's approach. Abel cast a worried glance back at Oswald, the closest to him. After Oswald came Daniel, then Greyson, then Sangue, then Gren, then Jack, then Rayna, then Mokuren, and finally Sarina. The combat teacher's aide seemed to be dealing with the worst of it, having been the last to join the riverbound procession. Though Abel could barely see them from his own position, Itzamna and Salamanders ran along the riverbank, with the former jumping across rocks and from trees while Salamanders spat caustic fluid at her. Sarina, however, armed with the radiant red and blue light of her semblance, the Empress of the Stars. Aglow with the powers of war and peace, she moved with enhanced speed and struck with augmented strength, all the while forcing the Grimm to concentrate on her. Even Abel found himself oddly attracted to Sarina, despite the situation. He shook it off -was that an effect of her semblance?- and focused on what came ahead. A harpy came at him, shrieking, but he dissuaded it with a swing of his Ampere. Looking for another target, it went after Greyson instead.

Up ahead, Vorosky had reached the waterfall. He sedately produced a washer and threw it forward. The air just on the precipice of the cataract shimmered, and Vorosky leaped into the anomaly. Abel, next in line, brought out his own washer, and fingered it nervously. He could honestly say that this was simultaneously one of the most frightening and most exciting experiences in his life to date. The roar of the waterfall forced him to focus, and he lobbed his washer after the professor. To his dismay, it sailed over the edge, and plummeted to the maelstrom far below. Trying to keep his panic at bay, the guardian pulled off one of his gloves and threw it instead, hoping with desperation that the small metal chips on its knuckles would do the trick. Abel gulped and took the leap of faith. The world around him went dark, though whether it was the contortion of space that was teleportation, or the tumult of a raging river, he could not tell.

The world came back, and Abel realized that he was, in fact, underwater. Bubbling and scared, he tried to swim, only to hit a hard surface. Puzzled, he pushed off of it, and abruptly surfaced. In an instant he realized where he was: the fountain right outside the front entrance of Beacon academy. Smiling down at him was the scruffy, pitted face of an unmasked Vorosky. “You survived! A plus!”

If he hadn't been tired, or terrified, or tremendously relieved, Abel might have punched the may. As it was, however, he wearily pulled himself out of the fountain to make way for the next person. The bells signaling the end of fifth period started to chime as he did, making Abel remember that despite all that he had just gone through, there was still another hour of school. “Ugh.”

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Coach Ahriman Agesander – PE

After a few moments in which Ahriman looked somewhat likely to erupt into a cantankerous discourse, the man's good nature won out and his treated Aurellius to a shrug. “Works for me I guess. Next time though, I will indeed be more specific.”

After a few more minutes of struggling on the remaining students' parts -Ivan, Jayden, Sapphire, and Victor never managed to get the newly-replaced medallion at all, while Benjamin and Geni got it only after tremendous effort- the passing bell resounded through the school and Ahriman dismissed the class. “You kids didn't do too badly, for your first day, but remember this: if you want to make an impact on the world, nothing less than your best effort and your best dedication will suffice. If you do not wish to give it your all, you've come to the wrong academy.” Those ominous words echoed off the gym's walls. Ahriman smiled. “See you next time!”