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Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot] Open spots!

Nearly complete CS! It's identical to the old one atm.

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"Here comes THE D!"

Disc O. Baylor

Nicknames: Disco Bael; Mr. D; Home Boylor

Age: 19

Male

Powers

Light and Sound Manipulation: Disc can manipulate the color of lights around him, along with the strength of his voice and music at abnormal levels.

The Ball: Disc can summon a disco ball that seemingly hangs out of an interdimensional pocket that appears slightly above him. This disco ball likes to shoot around lights sent towards it like any other disco ball would. Feel free to toss in rainbows once this things pops up.

Skills

Get Baellin’: Disc takes out a boombox, putting on the ground, before dancing his heart out. During this time, Disc will perform a plethora of showy, heart-filled dance moves.

Groove Maniac: Disc can jam out to absolutely any given song. This includes even the most incoherent of melodies.

Bassmatazz: Disc can create auditory “bass” illusions; this means that he can affect the strength of certain beats, allowing him to perform identical dances with others using a completely different power behind his steps.

Boxing: Disc knows how to boxercise. Though his specialty is obviously not combat, Disc enjoys working out with this particular exercise and somehow made his own self-defense mechanism out of it.

Hobbies

Dancing, listening to other kinds of music, boxercise, parodying old plays by “remixing” it, Minesweeper

Personality

Lights.
Camera.
Action.
Disc holds one of the most annoying personalities to those who are not particularly in the mood to dance. Boasting an innocence that surpasses human understanding when it comes to dancing, Disc enjoys to watch others dance, and feels satisfaction from praises directed towards his performances. Bubbly, talkative, and extremely music-oriented, Disc also holds a soft spot in helping shy people chill their poor bones out, though he usually found himself getting smacked into the floor in the most fabulous way possible. Self-confidence oozes out of him, as his number one reason for doing things some people cannot understand is “I am fabulous.”

Background

Disc never lived a normal life before, and he did not care about this at all! There were some dudes who challenged him into dance-offs, and though Disc himself did not know how it felt natural to challenge someone into a dance battle, he accepted and won every single one of such matches. Some people wanted to hire him, though he did not find most of such places to be good places to happily dance off to his disco music in.
His parents managed to leave behind a great amount of wealth. As the inheritor of the money, Disc gave away a fair amount of it to several orphanages, hoping to contribute a little to the children who no longer had any parents. Other than the fact that his parents no longer breathed with the beats of life, Disco lived happily. He somehow wandered into the Orean Cause and decided to become a student there. Fortunately for him, he did not need to go back to elementary school or anything, for he somehow knew his own portion of high school education.

Additional Appearances

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Theme Songs

My Childhood Dream (Disco Bael's World Tour Debut)

Disco Inferno

Battle Theme

Uptown Funk

Curry

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@Masaki Haruna Do I control the Clowns, or will you do that? o-o

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot] Open spots!

MURICA

-crashes into the scene once more-

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Bang Constantine

Mocha Dreams.

Mmm.

It sounded tasty.

But...

Alas, one could not "sound" tasty. It could "seem" as if it is tasty, but never does taste actually come in the form of sound unless a person is in some Final Fantasy thing.

Or if a generic antagonist is making up common bullcrap to sound cool.

Bang walked up to the cafe with a paper full of scribbles on it. A familiar Mexican friend, Araceli (who lived somewhere within Japan), had sent him a letter revolving around places he could visit at Academy City.

He did not find the entire process of visiting places to be grueling. Instead, he saw it as a magnificent time-killer. After all, he had so little to lose.

The boxer stared at the entrance of Mocha Dreams.

This is it.

A mysterious man walked up to Bang as he whispered,

"Dude, shall I tell you the epic art of taking upskirt pictures?"

Bang punched the man so hard, he flew into a trash can that collided against a brick wall, causing the can to bounce between two walls before falling into a large dumpster. With a blank look that never fazed, he daringly walked into the cafe.

It smelled like heaven.

Actually, it smelled like heaven and people. He did not know whether to like it or not. He decided to like it because he did not want to be a massive bother to anyone.

He took a seat.

When suddenly...!!!

"Welcome to Mocha Dreams!"

The boxer flinched and stared at a bubbly maid(????), his eyes wide in surprise, but his mouth refusing to open. The maid smiled brightly at him.

"How can I serve you today?"

Bang remembered what one of his friends told him in a Chinese restaurant back at his home.

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If a woman smiles at you,

SHE MUST BE IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!

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Fortunately, Bang was truthfully decent enough to not believe in such assumptions. No longer feeling intimidated by the girl's sudden question, the foreigner blinked before taking a brief look at the menu.

Brownies.

"Me want br- er, I'd like some brownies."

With her bright smile intact, the girl nodded. "Anything else?"

"Water. That's it."

"Alright, then!" The waitress said as she picked up the menu. "I'll be coming back very shortly!"

The waitress left, and Bang soon found himself staring blankly at the table.

By "coming back very shortly," he wondered thoughtfully, is she saying that she's going to become smaller when she comes back, or is she just being stupid?

All of a sudden, Bang looked up to scan his surroundings. He saw some dude bobbing his head to some music, two girls chattering, and-

Iron Giant.

Bang intensified.

It was the Milkman.

The Milkman and-

What?

What? Bang blinked at the sight of a feminine-looking person sitting across Sasuke(?). Who was the person?

Did the Iron Giant enjoy spending time with little girls?

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...

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...

...

...

Bang shook his head. No, that was not the problem here. What he wanted to know was the person's relationship so that he could adjust well to the Iron Giant. After all, he did not want to look like a generic "silent dumbass," even if he... kind of is. With that said, Bang quickly analyzed the situation.

Sasuke was blushing, and so was the woman (Kei) sitting with him.

Bang knew that he was right.

Sasuke was dating his little sist-

Nononononononono, that's not his little sister.

That's right. Sasuke was dating his mothe-

Where did that come from?

That's right. Sasuke had a girlfriend.

Hallelujah. He learned something about Sasuke.

Bang felt happy for Sasuke, but he also felt concerned about his girlfriend. After all, the waitress serving them looked quite pretty. Should Sasuke decide to pay attention to the waitress (whom he decided to call "La Pinata" because he was suddenly reminded of his Mexican friend), then things could get pretty messy at the cafe.

It amazes me how love is everywhere I go to.

With that in mind, he started analyzing the situation while pretending to stare off at a distance.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

You missed the transition into sixth period and some radical surfing. I'll give you another hour or so if you want to try to whip up an entry.

@Lugubrious

I can't. xD (i just arrived from work)

I'll make something anyway (not a part of the contest) just to make myself feel better lol

<Snipped quote by NarayanK>

Period 5 is ending, Period 6 is beginning. Period 6 won't nearly be as long though. Most likely one or two posts from everyone and then we move on.

@Guess Who

I see! I'll try finding a way to jump in soon.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Um... did I miss anything? o-o

EDIT: I want to compete in the contest, but I'm not sure if I have enough time. I might skip out on this one. ;-;

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The Orange Glow
Characters: Sasaki, Kotori
Genre: Short story

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A quiet afternoon.

A golden field lay above orange-tinted clouds, the brilliant light gazing upon the world. The afternoon warmth enveloped only portions of the blue-and-green world. Some knew of the afternoon by its magical ability to bring waves of sleepiness among those who worked hard under a blue sky. Others simply enjoyed the afternoon. But no one could truly hate the afternoon, for it stood between a jubilant morning and a sleepless night. It was essentially everything, but not anything.

A quiet girl.

Her elegant fingers fluently tapped on the instrument that sat before her. Her eyes were shut softly, and her body moved only to play the simple piano before her. A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, yet it never found a purpose for the girl who closed her eyes. A long and tiresome day had strained her once again, and with each note that soared from the piano she composed with, she found peace. She found a calmness filling her heart with memories that felt both distant yet crystal-clear.

But her fingers were not the only things orchestrating the piano. For two erasers floated next to her delicate hands, another hovering above the instrument’s pedals.

She felt her soul soaring, she felt strong.

And soon, she sang.

Her voice embraced the room with her emotions, her thoughts, her memories. A sweet taste of energy would have made her shiver, but she played with more fervor instead. For while she composed the music, her mind processed the motivation to reach high. She soared farther and farther, her piano becoming more and more excited as the tapping never slowed down and only sped up with her ever-increasing bliss.

The music.

The skies.

She flew.

And then the music died.

The girl stopped playing, her voice- once again- as silent as ever. The beats of her life continued to pound on, her eyes opening from her dream-like performance. There was no need for her to reach out for her music sheets, for such things did not exist. She did not play by paper; she played by heart. She played, with peace and quiet strengthening her energized pieces.

Clang!

Clang!

An armored titan bravely charged forward as he lunged at a lifeless dummy with a wooden shinai. “Clang, clang,” went the shinai as the art of Kendo resonated across a wooden dojo. Men, kote, do- three basic attacks that led to countless of possibilities.

He felt strong. The rage he turned into adrenaline; it flowed out, balancing the bottle of destruction he was. Peace and quiet, yet strong with a warm heart. He never gave up. He never stopped.

Clang!

Clang!

The titan attacked one last time as he moved away from the dummy. He stood still, taking a few breaths, but he remembered that he would not stop. With the shinai that rested within his hands, the titan leapt forward, striking at the level of his helmet- the “men”. He leapt back, raising his blade before leaping forward once more. A simple loop of repetition; haya suburi.

Each step, each swing, each breath made him stronger. He was himself. No one could change him, for only he could change himself. And change he did, but change he won’t always do.

His shinai soared, piercing through the sinful thoughts deeply rooted in his head. No man should forget the sins they could commit, yet desires and pride did just that.

No one was perfect, but to reach for perfection could make a better human out of anyone.

One, two, three. Three swings followed by seven more swings.

One, two, three. Another set of ten, and another, and another, and another and another and another and-

His foot slammed against the ground as he dashed forward with the blade, his kiai resonating across the dojo. Turning his body from the wall he stood in front of, he raised his blade and struck once more, dashing with sweat streaking underneath his gi and bogu.

Silence.

Then, peace.

The quiet of the afternoon returned again.

The boy left the dojo in his uniform, the girl left her melodic room in her own uniform. Night came near, but the afternoon refused to sleep. Soon, the moon appeared faintly amongst the orange skies, occasionally hiding itself behind the puffs of white that inhabited the air. They packed their things and headed to their next destination.

Time ticked by, and bonds pulled them together. The two found their eyes lock onto one another, and they stood still, too accustomed to the peace and quiet of the vibrantly golden afternoon.

Confusion crawled around the air, but soon, it was replaced by two small smiles. For they could not smile too widely; the peace and quiet they knew of had shifted into that of silence.

“Good afternoon, Kotori-san,” the boy said, and his small smile betrayed him a bit.

“Good afternoon, Kirima-san,” the girl said, her small smile glowing under the orange-gold world.

Their orange world.

Soon, the silence went away, replaced by a new kind of peace and quiet. They walked together under another normal day that went by uneventfully.

Under a peace and quiet that came from their friendship.

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-falls over and crashes into a crapton of glass and bleach containers-

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You're about to make my ship destroy an iceberg and fly to the skies unscathed like a boss.