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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Oswald Connoly- Stop, Pop, and Rock n' Roll

Briefly appraising the concert area as their transport landed, Oswald was the first to address their greeter. "Well, I'm mostly concerned about the security situation. Local Grimm activity, suspicious individuals, any threats made-credible or not-that sort of thing. I think we're all in agreement that this going off without any complications is the most important thing here." Turning to look at Diamond, he shook his head. "We've had enough excitement for a lifetime with these missions, to be totally frank."

He wasn't sure of what to make of their greeter at first glance. He seemed like he was somewhat stuck between being an organizer for the event and security. It also didn't help that their first two missions went drastically different than originally planned, which made him a bit more cautious and suspicious than he might have been.

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Oswald Connoly- Dust Apps

Did that seriously just happen? Diamond just tried to activate Dust in somebody else's hand?

Oswald didn't even know you could do that! He'd never been taught that such a thing was possible- though it was likely to avoid incidents like this.

Yes, they all had Aura. Yes, they were all trained well in its use. Yes, the odds that Luke would have ended up with anything worse than a minor burn and a few small cuts were minuscule. But you didn't aim an 'unloaded' gun (there was no such thing, really) at somebody, either.

Because while the odds were probably at least 99% that nothing seriously bad would happen, that meant that if you did it enough....

You blew somebody's face off. What the hell was Diamond thinking? Oswald simply stared at the front of the room with disappointment and frustration evident on his face. Fucking really, Diamond? Come ON!

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Bad Reputation

A group of nine people slowly marched through the forest, the pair in front often pushing aside branches and other foliage for the rest of the group to pass by unmolested. Travelling in silence, each member of the group, save for the one in the middle, calmly but intently surveyed their surroundings. The last thing they wanted was for the Grimm to show up. Early, that is.

Oswald was one of the people in the middle of the group, and by far the youngest one there. In other circumstances, he would have been excited, ecstatic even, to be out with the more experienced Guardians, but today….today was different. Today they were here for a very unorthodox mission, one related to the final member of their group, handcuffed and carefully kept within the center of the others.

It wouldn’t do to have the “Great Betrayer” get away from them, now would it? Gods, Oswald hated that name. But it was the one they had to officially use, as his name had been stricken from the histories of Brookeborough. A way to avoid making a martyr of monsters like him, he’d been told. He didn’t think much about it. Didn’t really care much about it, either.

They walked for a while, taking a short break to relieve themselves and relax after what felt like hours of walking. Realistically, it had been maybe ninety minutes. Somewhat far, sure, but hardly a marathon.

Oswald scanned the group distractedly, making a point to ignore their prisoner intently. He was surprised he’d been able to reign in his temper for this long, but he’d been so exhausted lately that he simply might not have had the energy to be angry enough to show it. In the end, it hardly mattered. One teenager’s anger typically wasn’t enough to encourage more than an errant Beowulf to come looking, especially not when it was being intentionally controlled.

He wanted to say something, but no words came to mind. In some way, at least, he felt that breaking the silence would be sacrilegious in a way. They were here for a very good reason, not for idle chit-chat.

After a short while longer, they continued, silence dominating the scene as the small group continued through the forest. For another thirty minutes or so they walked, the dark cloud of what they were here to do looming over their heads. It wasn’t exactly every day you took a stroll out to execute somebody, after all. Upon reaching their destination, however, the silence finally broke.

“Alright…here’s good enough. Get him over by that big rock and undo his cuffs for me, would ya?” Talking at one of the two women in the group, Conner, who was their de facto leader for this excursion, stopped and turned. “Yep, yep, right there. Alrighty then.” Stepping towards their prisoner, Conner sighed and shook his head. “I had this whole little speech prepared, but fuck it.”

Suddenly stepping forward, the muscular man delivered a heavy punch into the prisoner’s nose, cracking bone and forcing him to stumble backwards, falling onto the boulder behind him. The man simply looked up at Conner, wiping some of the blood off his nose. “Not even a grunt, huh? Well, I’m sure that won’t last.” Kicking the older man off the boulder harshly, Conner gestured towards one of the other members of the group. “You gonna join in, or do I gotta break his shit myself?”

From there, everybody but Oswald had gotten involved, punching or kicking or hitting the older man with their weapons. The teenager simply watched, the hatred in his eyes growing by the minute as the beating continued. “Hey, Conner, wanna let the kid have a go?” One of the other men in the group asked. Oswald stiffened slightly in reaction. He hated this guy, sure, and he’d come along, but actually beating a defenseless old man? He wasn’t sure he could do it. The memory of finding Blaine covered in Yahto’s blood changed his mind, though.

Stalking over, rifle still in his hands, Oswald shoved past whoever it was that was still holding on to the guy and slammed the barrel of his rifle into the man’s face. It looked like a modern art masterpiece, one eye bloated, and the other one practically a bloody hole. His nose had to be broken in five different places, and he could have sworn jaws weren’t supposed to hang like that. The prisoner let out a soft grunt at the sudden impact, before Oswald grabbed the rifle with both hands again and bashed the butt into his gut, forcing the air from his lungs.

Using the rifle as leverage to swing the man’s face into his knee, Oswald let out a deep breath of relief when his victim fell to his knees, breathing deeply.

Oswald shot the back of his hand.

Conner’s eyes widened.

The man let out a small scream.

Oswald chuckled. “That was for Yahto.” A punch to the back of the head. “Finley.” A kick to the ribcage. “Ash!” Another kick. “HUNTER!” Oswald fell onto the man, smashing the butt of his rifle into his sternum. “Crystal!!!!” Standing, Oswald aimed the rifle down at the prisoner’s gut. After a moment, he shot. His ears were ringing. “Blaine.” His voice was quiet. Almost silent. The other man was groaning in pain.

“This is for Cerise.” Grabbing a hold of the man’s leg and lifting it, Oswald gestured for one of the others to take it. One of the men in their group, whose name Oswald couldn’t remember, did. He gave Oswald a confused look. “Hold it straight up. Make sure it’s tight.” Oswald held his rifle like a club, aiming a swing at the man’s knee. The others looked on with uncertainty. He heard Conner say his name.

He swung. The scream was magnificent.
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It wasn’t much longer before the Grimm arrived. That was their cue to hide. While it wouldn’t do much, they’d hardly be a good target way up in the trees while there was a writhing, groaning man was just lying there like a free meal, would they?

Those screams…not so pleasant. They’d play as the background music for many nightmares.

Sometimes you did things you regretted. Sometimes you did things you couldn’t really regret, even if they weren’t the best choice. Sometimes you do things you don’t want to for reasons you can’t really deny.

Sometimes…sometimes you’re just really fuckin’ angry one day.

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Oswald Connoly- to Dust Apps

The end of Survival class was interesting to say the least. One of the other students, Lauren, launched herself-and two other girls- up into the Bullhead above and managed to re-route it to the island. A creative solution, all in all, even if it made his little signal fire look pedestrian in comparison. Whatever got the job done, really, he wasn't in it for the glory.

Though glory would've been kind nice.

He was greeted by a nice little surprise on exiting the Survival classroom, however- Diamond! Giving his team leader(?) a nod in greeting, Oswald stepped out of the doorway. "Harr harr, Diamond. While it'd be nice not to have to walk, somehow I'm not sure you'd have a fun time carrying my ass in dead weight to Dust Apps."

With that, he took off to the classroom.

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This teacher looked like she belonged on the other side of the lectern, but alright. If she was teaching, either she was old enough to be a professor or she was good enough to have earned a position like some of the other younger instructors.

He wasn't gonna argue.

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Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

L'ilisht- Interrupted. Again.

L'ilisht almost growled when somebody bothered to speak to him directly during lunch. Almost. He may have been a miser, but even he wasn't that much of a lunatic. Yet.

No, he just slowly turned his head, barely repressing a sigh as he looked at whoever had managed to miss or ignore his fierce "Leave me the fuck alone for the love of fuck" aura. If only he actually had such magic, he'd use it constantly to his advantage. Alas, he only had his ugly mug at the moment.

Oddly enough, he was being complimented on his size. Usually, people were commenting on his skin. Or his arms. Or his eyes. Or any of the other many things that clearly marked him as a Chimera. And they usually didn't say nice things.

So, he'd take the compliments where he could. "I crawled outta my mom, thanks, but this baby...." Pausing for dramatic effect, L'ilisht patted his sword. "Came off a corpse a few hunnerd miles out West, give or take. Huntin' monsters an all that." He took a moment to give an appraising look to the girl who addressed him.

She looked human, or was far enough removed from a monster that it made no difference. Hardly unattractive, but...she was human.

He wasn't really keen on keeping up the conversation, though it was only partially because he realized that it was a human who addressed him. He wanted to keep eating.

So he did just that.

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Oswald Connoly- Survival

And now began the rain. Of course. Because nothing could go well for him, huh?

Sighing, Oswald dropped the wood. He wasn't even going to bother. "Well...unless we wanna waste some burn dust...this shit ain't lighting." His face clearly betrayed his frustration. "Just great...and this was actually going alright." Jerking his head in the direction of the shelter the others were building, Oswald sighed. "Might as well see what we can do to help them before the rain gets unbearable."

Standing up, Oswald groaned in pain as his ribs cried out. "Mother of...." Gods, he was pain. Trying to hide it didn't help, either. Instead, he turned to the girl near him. "Sorry. Broken ribs..." Making sure he had his gear, Oswald hobbled over to the makeshift shelters.

"Fire's fucked. At least this thing got finished, I guess...thanks." A pained cough punctuated his greeting.

Great.

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Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

L'ilisht- Cafeteria and SPOOKY FUCKING GHOSTS OH SHIT

L'ilisht hardly paid any mind to the gossiping that was going on in the cafeteria, instead choosing to eat his hilariously large meal in relative solitude and peace. He didn't give half a damn about the petty bullshit they were talking about, something about some house near the campus that was-

HAUNTED. L'ilisht's blood nearly froze at that. He would never so much as admit it to a person, but the very idea of ghosts terrified him. The thought that there could be a creature out there capable of slaughtering people without any harm of reprisal violated a basic understanding of the nature of life itself: nothing was unkillable.

Except fucking ghosts. While he'd never encountered one, several of the Old Gang had come across haunted places before, and they all told similar tales: feelings of unease, even nausea, chills seemingly from nowhere, and inexplicable noises.

Ghosts were not something L'ilisht was going to fuck with. But that was why he felt immensely relieved when a tall moth-person came over and started saying that that was just a made-up story. The house was somewhere students went to fuck.

Well, he'd still probably avoid it then. He had the luxury of his own massive room if such a thing were to ever happen at school, and he didn't very much give a damn what his missing roommate would think about it.

Bastard could take a walk when it happened or something. Not like he wouldn't extend the same 'courtesy'. Really, it was just common decency to let somebody fuck in peace.

And now they were arguing about whether the place was really haunted or not. Oh, and now they were cuddling and getting cutesy?

Yeah, screw that. He was gonna go back to eating.

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Oswald Connoly- Survival

Yep, that...that was about what he expected. He'd heard a bit about this girl. Nothing truly bad, but enough to know that conversing with her wouldn't lead to a..."normal" conversation. As he looked at Sangue, some wood started piling up, courtesy of his lovely assistants. Kneeling down to grab a few bits that he could cut down to serve as tinder, Oswald drew his sword as he started to speak.

"I'm Oswald...Oswald Connoly." Taking a short breath as he began peeling strips of bark off to serve as tinder, Oswald glanced back at Sangue. "Would you be able to help? I'm...trying to start a signal fire. I need...leaves, anything that makes smoke. Could you get something for me?" Talking, especially while doing something, was starting to get a bit tiresome.

He could not wait until he was done healing.