Oswald Connoly- Survival of the Floatiest?
Annabelle's attack was not unsuccessful. The "gentle poke"- felt more like a jab, really, into his ribs made his mouth shoot open in in instant, only for his words to be stopped by another fucking cupcake. At least they were good. Grabbing the part of the cupcake that hadn't completely entered his mouth and holding it while he chewed, Oswald gave Anna a death glare. "And you're lucky I won't be at full steam until Friday, the earliest, or I'd take you to one of the sparring arenas and make you pay for that, you little shit." Letting the glare fade, he poked Anna on the forehead and smirked.
Then, he groaned as Emerald shoved her entire cupcake into her mouth, slowly scarfing the treat down like some kind of massive predator. "Holy hells Emerald, slow the fuck down a second or you're gonna suffocate on that thing." It was like he was the only one on this team with any restraint in his bones. Such was his burden, he supposed. Be the straight man in a cast of loonies.
As class began, Oswald's mood slowly dropped as he remembered what usually happened in Survival class.
You survived. Which usually required moving.
Shit. As their new professor explained what they'd be doing and the class shuffled over to the simulation machine, Oswald breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. Even if this machine was as realistic as could be, it wasn't the real thing, and thus his chances of being brutally turned into paste were minimal. However, that didn't address the problem of his being held up by a friggin cane and also unable to wear one of his gauntlets due to his swollen thumb. The damage had mostly healed, but his armor was a little snug as it was, and there was no way he'd be able to wear that gauntlet in his condition.
Ultimately, Oswald was almost fully-geared, but his shield was strapped to his back once more, as he wasn't confident enough in his ability to wear it with his messed-up thumb.
Soon enough, the simulation started, and Oswald frowned when he was that they were on a sinking ship. "I should've just left the fucking armor, huh...?" That was fitting.
Quickly looking around, Oswald tried to take a mental tally of everybody around, but he was unfamiliar with some people and their abilities. Aside from Gren and his own teammates, he only really recognized Robert, Lauren (who was also a hell of a contender for lewdest girl at Beacon), Bianca (she'd clearly been through a lot and he'd seen her at the infirmary), and Sangue, the weird girl who apparently now had an entire, new prosthetic arm? Weird.
Making sure he was near his teammates, Oswald groaned. "Fucking hell, this is gonna suck. Lead the way, wonder twins!"
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