Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

#10 - Challenge - Echo of the Self

Judge: Lugubrious
Type: Writing challenge
Deadline: Saturday, May 23rd, afternoon

Your task is to take the provided prompt and craft a 3rd-person, non-canon short story involving your Heroes of Beacon character based around it. The minimum length for this challenge is 1200 words. The maximum is 3400 words. Good luck, and have fun!

Prompt: It is three years from now in IC time. Your character is on the final stretch to graduating as an ace hunter or huntress. One year ago, an ordeal referred simply as 'the incident' occurred, throwing the whole school into a tumult from which everything gradually slid back to place...or so it would seem. To be specific, the school was sabotaged from within by graduates from the school itself, a certain team KPT, and made vulnerable to an insurgence of masked lunatics shouting the name of the Order of Grimm. Only the KPT team leader, Kitty Boot, survived. Now, however, something different is afoot. Whether during a mission or daily routine, a strange portal had appeared in front of your team, and through it comes a strange figure with a hint of familiarity. Within short order, your character realizes to his or her shock that this person is none other than a traveler from the future--and their own child, as old as they are, to boot. (Other options include niece/nephew, or adopted child). In the ensuing conversation, most disturbing aside the child's mention of your character's death is his or her mention of a event that destroyed the world, a threat that they've traveled back in time to help prevent. What that threat is, what the time traveler's relation is to the character, what they look and act like, how they're met, and whether or not they have any companions (future children of other Beacon students) is up to you.

TL;DR In your senior year, your future kid comes back in time to warn you of something. Also you died.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Did they not wrap around her shoulders, as was his intention?

Protea - The Ebon Flow

Santa is correct. Go ahead and assume that whenever I discuss time OOC I mean real life.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Luckily for Revel there is a man by the name of 'fourth wall' who's got his back.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Abel Fulgurate

A look back confirmed Sapphire's approach. As much as Abel had wanted to forge ahead, waiting for at least a shred of unity had been the better option. If a fit of poor judgment possessed him into doing something stupid in front of someone he was, sadly, stuck with, he would never be able to rise above the categorization of big, dumb muscle. If a person didn't respect, acknowledge, or at least inwardly recognize intelligence, that person could never consider him as anything but inferior. The guardian resolved to show Sapphire exactly what he thought of her later; now, the mission required his attention.

Before he replied, he cast a look back at the entrance. No sign of Gren lingered about the Shelter's front door, so Abel assumed that he had chosen to pursue Shiro. It was perhaps poetically fitting that he'd be paired yet again with the girl with whom he'd partnered during the initiation ceremony. Of course, Abel detested it, but the alternatives were awkwardly hovering about a faunus he knew not how to comfort, or teaming with Gren and leaving Shiro at Sapphire's mercy yet again. Neither appealed to him, so a grudging show of cooperation was in order.

“Animals behind this door. Just a few, pretty light-footed, guessing dogs. Going in.”

Abel pushed open the double-doors and entered. Immediately he discovered that more creatures occupied the room than he had expect, for aside from the couple of dogs moving around, a great deal more -and cats as well- lay sedately in their pens. This large room housed numerous enclosures, ranging in square footage from a small bedroom to a closet based on the size of the pet within, equipped with bowls and several hairy blankets. A quick examination turned up no creatures aside from everyday animal companions. “Thought as much. Place's still operational. These oughta be the normal fare.” He approached a dog pen, knelt, and placed a fist next to the pencil-thin fence for its occupant to sniff. The canine within, a lean specimen with short white hair, icy blue eyes, a black patch on its back, and stiffly-pointed ears, raised its head in dull interest but did not get up. Instead, a pink tongue stretched from its mouth and through the bars to lick at Abel's hand before retracting. Abel flinched, more from weirdness than fright. “They've got aura. Stretchy-tongue semblance? Huh.” He eyed the doors on the other side of the room, metal ones flanked by a sign on the wall that warned about slippery stairs. “People not up here must be down there. Maybe with animals with stronger auras.” Abel rose to his full height, not noticing an attention-desirous marmalade cat brushing against the fence of its pen halfway between him and Sapphire.

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Despite the intruder, the young faunus seemed very comfortable. After sparing an curious glance at Shiro's four-legged mode of movement, the boy patted the iguana's side and yawned. He reclined against the stolid lizard's side, gleefully sharing in the warmth absorbed by its emerald-green scales. “Duh,” he replied, more matter-of-fact than purposefully mean, as is a manner common to children not yet fully aware of the laws of propriety. “It's okay. Question games are cool. This is Porridge. 'Is brudders are way bigger, but I think 'e's just right. You haven' met 'em?” Another yawn opened the boy's mouth wide, earning a concerned look from the iguana. His golden eyes were sleepy.

“Uh. The rest-a you guys are inside. I don' see ya very much after you go on, an' the coats...uh, these doctor-kinda guys, they're always really mean about not lettin' me get in and talk to ya, or lettin' ya out and play. You guys are always so sad! Mom told me that they're jus' 'patients'. That means guys who go in hospitals,” he informed Shiro, nodding his head judiciously. “So they need their rest. Dad lets play with some of the an'mals, though, like Porridge.” Those golden eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. He sat up and turned to his iguana. “Watch this! Porridge, GROW!”

At the command, the lizard stiffened, and his eyes, too, shone with viridian light. Right in front of his left claw, the soil began to shift, and a tiny sprout poked its way from the grass, growing at an impossible rate. Within ten seconds the seedling resolved itself into a tiny strawberry plant, complete with three berries ripe for the picking. The boy wasted no time in pulling one off and popping it in his mouth, while Porridge snapped up one himself. Grinning from ear to ear and licking his lips, the boy lay back down. “Isn't it cool! Porridge is the best dinosaur ever! Of all time!”

Protea - The Ebon Flow

We're going to embark toward the city bottom tomorrow afternoon, so you all know.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Revel

Though the battle at the nuclear plant that ended only with the Immortal's life now formed but a memory, Revel cherished and utilized it as if it were an ageless treasure still in the palm of his hand. When the ordeal began, his ego had faltered for but a moment when faced with the doubt of others and the remarkably short timeframe of his precognition, but no mockery or skepticism could remain now that his plan had won the day. Much had hinged upon the outcome of that skirmish, though the pressure had been kept from building inside the string-puller by his persistence in not acknowledging it. Never a tactician afraid of taking the field, Revel nevertheless preferred to engage himself only when victory stood assured; against a man capable of razing all semblances of civilization in a radius of miles and tainting the land for generations to come, the diminished feeling of control proved morbidly humanizing. Nothing mattered more to Revel than his own life, for dead men do not create legacies. Through his prediction Revel sought to eternally push the odds of the world into favor, but knowing the future was like looking upward into the rain. Even if a droplet could be discerned, its size and shape and how it was going to act, it was all too easy for it to slip right by.

In this scenario, fortunately, all had fallen right into his fingers. Now, for being able to claim credit for the operation's success, he was perceived by some others as a leadership figure—as he should be. If Crosscut was the team's captain, then Revel served as lieutenant and strategist. The only bit of rain on his parade was that Spectre had been saved too. His original plan, should anyone have asked, had been to have her jump toward him to be caught and carried as he climbed. It wasn't hard to envision a future in which he, nerves shot and already tired by his adherence to the reactor pit's wall, accidentally and tragically let the woman slip through his fingers.

Still, despite the encounter both lucrative and sobering, all was well. Revel found himself in the briefing room once more, stolid with arms crossed and goggles dangling around his neck. When a file came his way, Revel took it without ceremony, and perused the pages. In particular, the woman's appearance, powers, and personality seized his attention. Predatory, insane, and with deadly powers. The classic femme fatale. Wonderful....I do so love the type! Having the goon squad kill her would be such a mistake. Perhaps I could rope her... he thought, mind drifting to a special vial on his belt beneath his coat. Into an unwilling alliance. If not, I shall enjoy shattering her illusions of confidence and power, provided I can get her on my own. Plus, as he'd guessed, he'd been assigned a leadership position, though like all things in life it came with a catch, namely Spectre.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Man, is Sapphire alienated or what.

Hey Lug, there's a list of the past Contests on the Character Tab of Contest of Champions page I was wondering if you could update it to reflect the newer contests so that we can better keep track of the Credits we've received.

@Prince of Seraphs

She made that bed; now she must lay in it. I forgot about the past contests bit and I'll update that tonight.

Clocktower, I might very well be interested in you playing an antag. I'll get back to you later today.

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

No, we're getting ready to start it, Brod. The one against the rogue mage.

Silly Nero, thinking it's based on looks xD

Also, dunno what Nero is talking about since Prince never mentioned magic was good or was not dangerous. Just said that the three bickering didn't mean harm and were just loud. Which is probably true. I doubt those three would actually just straight up murder a kid for little to no reason xD

If they did, now that's just a new low blow of killing. XD

@Silver Fox

"They are just being a little loud but they mean no harm"

This is what I was referring to. He was trying to convince others that this magic in particular wasn't a harm. Nero disagreed because almost all magic is harmful. As for looks, I don't know exactly what you mean. If you meant that Nero dislikes Prince because of his looks, well...

"The problem with Prince, Nero already knew, was not who he was or what he looked like. It was all in the mind."

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Yikes! My apologies for the inactivity. I figure you must be pretty worried right now about the status of your members. Never fear, I'll have a post up tomorrow afternoon.