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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by Onarax>

I'd imagine that's a role play site where there isn't a separate thread for IC and OOC traffic so that used to differentiate when your posting IC and when you're talking to the other roleplayers.

@Prince of Seraphs

i think his point was that it's not difficult to distinguish characters without headers if you just read

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Dallas Relo

Location: Phys Ed
Interacting With: Rozalie Éathliel @MiddleEarthRoze

"Wooooo girl, careful what you say. We're still within earshot of Jonas Highwind, the sultan of squats. The deacon of the deadlift. The baron of the bench. The evangelical of exhaustion, the architect of physical exertion, I could keep going if I gotta." Dallas sat up, deigning to zip up his hoodie about halfway up his chest. His phone tumbled down his front and he scooped it up with his left hand, pocketing it briefly. He was grinning; he had stumbled upon a reason to talk, and as was his wont, he would ride that motherfucking reason into the ground like Slim Pickens straddling a nuke.

"Once I was just a normal young buck who put more work into the perfect quiff than he did the rest of his body combined. They were happy days, Roze. Innocent days. Then idiot me went and made a son of goddamn Ares my wingman, and I found myself getting dragged here for physical re-education. Used to trudge back to my dorm exhausted, looking like one of those ASPCA puppies. And eventually, I kinda got into it. Cheating by using music helped. Sometimes I'd hold the door to the gym open for a quick ray of sunshine. Worked even better than fucking Gatorade."

Dallas held his arms out and then gripped both sides of his neck with his hands, squeezing out a couple kinks. Jeez, what was the time? Was he already that close to leaving the one place in this school he felt thoroughly interested in doing shit that wasn't on his own terms? Or maybe that was why he did like Phys Ed. Older students, like him and Jonas, could do anything on their terms. The other classes should...haha...take notes.

"Long story short, I adapted, I enjoy it, and now I can feel comfortable with my own six-pack without Stone Cold back there going full on 'abs don't count if you're skinny, Dal' in my ear every fucking class!" He'd raised his voice and inclined his head to the right to scream at Jonas. Lowering his voice to its soft, lazy tone again, he turned back to the younger girl and plopped back down onto his elbows, smile returned. "And if a little Hells Bells is what fires up that impulse for you, then I want that for you. Truly. Genuinely. I do."

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Dallas Relo

Location: Phys Ed
Interacting With: Rozalie Éathliel @MiddleEarthRoze, Jonas Highwind @HereComesTheSnow, Vivian Corette @Altered Tundra

"Hey there." Dallas was idly unzipping and rezipping his hoodie over his tank top, with both earbuds in and hair pushed back. He looked up from the bench languidly with a smile and then dropped his head back down onto the seat he'd cast himself down on languidly."Jonas is the one in it for the idealism. I just like looking sexy. I'm FOREEEEEVER YOUUUUUURS!"

He'd taken out one earbud and was looking expectantly at the son of Ares, who responded with a satisfactory mid-squat "FAITHFULLY!"

Leaving the earbud out, Dallas laughed and turned his attention back to the daughter of...uh...whose kid was Roze again? Dionysus? Explained how she got her way into a party with an age limit at least a year or two above her pedigree and didn't get too turned up. He hadn't really asked. Hell, aside from the party, he hadn't really seen all that much of her. Maybe Vivian would've known, but Vivian hadn't answered the call of Journey the same way Jonas would. He'd even given her the biggest softball lyric of them all, for Christ's sake.

To: Vivian
From: Dallas
JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL

Who didn't fucking take that bait? Sometimes he wasn't sure she was even human. Or. Well.

Half human.

Wonder if Roze is into Journey. He considered continuing where he'd left off with his sister, but Jonas got touchy about stopping one song for another, so he decided to just stir up Viv about it later.

"What's goin' on?"

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Dallas Relo

Location: Physical Education
Interacting With: Vivian Corette (mentioned), Delilah Wells (mentioned), Jonas Highwind (mentioned)

Nothing made exercise worth it quite like getting a literal power-up from your workout music. It was just a shame that the most energetic - and looked forward to - class of Dallas' day came first, because after Physical Education, it meant that the day could only go downhill. But for the entirety of first period, Dallas Relo got to dirty dance around a punching bag like Swayze, man a treadmill, even work on his max on the bench. It was doubled down upon by the fact that he probably had the best spotter - and vice versa - in the entire school in the son of Ares himself. Always there to whip his pretty ass into a motivational frenzy, emasculate him by promptly deadlifting almost as much Dallas and his mother weighed together, and, of course...duets.

("SOMEDAY, LOVE WILL FIND YOU"

"BREAK THOSE CHAINS THAT BIND YOU"

"ONE NIGHT WILL REMIND YOU"

"HOW WE TOUCHED AND WENT OUR SEPARATE WAYS"

"IF HE EVER HURTS YOUUUUUUU"

"TRUE LOVE WON'T DESERT YOUUUUU"

"YOU KNOW I STILL LOVE YOU"

"THOUGH WE TOUCHED AND WENT OUR SEPARATE WAAAAAAAAYS")

It could only go downhill from there.

So after about seventy five minutes, Dallas hopped into the showers to clean off (and hit the higher notes that Jonas, bless his burly heart, was just too masculine to pull off) and relax for a minute. When he was out and fully dressed, he reclined on a bench and held his phone with two fingers, spinning it around in a circle above his chest in boredom. He had an unread text from his mother, and several from people asking if they'd left shit at his place the week prior, but nothing he felt like answering at the moment. It would probably be easier to just wait for Jonas and fuck shit up with him after class. Or maybe annoy Vivian, but she seemed to have less patience for his shit than usual. Pouty face. The cute hippie friend would probably be just as much of a bust.

Booooored.

Miss Universe hated being bored.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Lauren Negasi

Glasses?

Had he said glasses?

G L A S S E S

She could see it now - Team BASL, alone in some dark forest that could've been a gate to hell itself, no backup on the way. The mission? Suicide, no two ways about it. The enemy? Dark, twisted, snarling creatures that meant to turn their bones into dams (maybe they were beaver Grimm?) and clean the flesh right off those bones. Yet they, Team BASL, the scrappy heroes of Beacon Academy, blew the forces of evil THE FUCK OUT, and did so in style - all wearing NegaSuns (ehhh maybe change the name up there baby girl) to determine...diagnostics?

What would they diagnose? Enemy vitals? That'd be hard without being right on top of the enemy...and how would they measure vitals? What about...friendly vitals? Yes! Have them form a small network, like Scrolls did! So team members could cycle through each other's vitals in augmented reality! With the missing piece of her daydream properly twisted, it all clicked together and the film in her head resumed as normal. Giddy with inventor's high, she saw herself sauntering away, wrapped up in white leather and black girl attitude, with one arm thrown tightly around the collar of a certain red-headed ex-stripping someone. Behind them, a burning airship full of Grimm would explode (who cares why the grimm took over the airship ITS MY FANTASY) and the resulting gust of wind would fuck up their hair, just like in the movies, and Lauren would check her badass sunglasses. And what would they tell her?

Vital signs - smooth as butter. Smooth as satin on skin. Whose skin? Hers? Desire's? Sangue's...?

...Oops. Lauren was steering a little far off base.

This was it. This was the class for babes-- well, not really by babes, but definitely for them. The presence of Amaranth beside her only solidified that fact. And hey, she was a member of BASL, and Lauren always carried around an extra pair of sunglasses. Amy could help her beta test! And she could help with different visions for the sunglasses, because lenses were cool enough that she could use them to monitor more than heart rate, glucose levels...hell, there were commercial applications here, even! She would get so rich she could make it rain on Amy!

"Waaaaaaaaaaaallahi."

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Is there still room in this? Didn't see this interest check until today, but this concept really interests me.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Lauren Negasi

Lauren laughed brightly.

"Man, you guys and your fancy arsenals. Sangue has an entire claw machine for an arm, you have Unchained Fury, and I got waay-hay-hayyyyyy too familiar with Ben's tonfas this morning. All I came here with were the clothes on my back, a candy store in my suitcase, and a big freaking axe. I just signed up for the class to see if I could learn more about some of the bigger, badder weapons. How to handle them if I swipe one, how to acquit myself around one...and hey, don't know if I'll ever need an upgrade, but knowing how to fix you guys up in a pinch can't hurt, either."

The dark-skinned girl found herself spacing out for a second, and let out a low, content sigh.

"Ohhh, crap. I think the Ibuprofen just kicked in. Wake me up if I doze, will ya, babe?"

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Dallas Relo

Location: Some bright, temperate version of hell where it's cool to wake kids up at 8:30
Interacting With: Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone @Altered Tundra, Rozalia Eathliel @MiddleEarthRoze

"POWEEEEEEEEEEER MANAGEMENT!" Even on a relatively calm day, with mild temperatures and plenty of sunlight, Dallas Relo still moved like he was always one step away from dancing right into a storm. It was a boxer's kind of dance, the frantic footwork and loud confidence that only people who thought all the world was a stage could own without seeming high on themselves. His hands were both wrapped around the sleeves of a pullover hooded henley, slung over his neck like a towel and draping over a plain white t-shirt. His face turned to Vivian and lit up with a wide grin; dark golden eyebrows rose from behind the shrouded lenses of a pair of Oakleys. "And what a damn day for it. Hey, babe."

When he'd sauntered close enough to his kid sister, he bowed forward to kiss the tip of Vivian's nose with an exaggerated mwwwwwwww-AH and whipped his sunglasses off with a flourish. The frames quickly found themselves being tucked behind Vivian's hair and under her ears. Her big brother stepped back with a flourish and gripped the sleeves of his unworn hoodie, pulling closed fists into his pockets and grinning. His smile gleamed as the morning picked up energy and the sun drew further into the bright, cloudless sky.

"So! Who's about ready to crawl into the bathtub and drop a radio in the water for the chance to sleep a while longer?" Dallas asked. Despite his profession of exhaustion, it was clear his powers were already doing the waking up for his body; his stance veered, bipolar, between tense and relaxed, like a live wire when you quickly flipped a light switch. "Because I'm about ready to kill myself here. Sleep is already the cousin of death, but we're all half fucking Greek. They've gotta be, like, half-sisters. Who've committed incest. Right? I Snapchat through Greek Myths, someone correct me if I'm wrong here."

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Lauren Negasi

"Not a problem." BASL's new girl laced her fingers underneath the hair on the back of her head and yawned. "Just waiting for these meds to kick in, doe. My entire world looks like how a bass drop feels."

Lauren sighed and watched Amy eat out of some mild, zoned out interest for a minute before turning her attention back to the spike of hair. That was gonna bug her all period, unless...

woooooooooooo

Negasi pulled her finger away from the crimson spike of hair, leaving it merely first amongst equals in the crimson mess that was Amy's head. After eyeing it down with the wallahi bruh stare for a good couple seconds, she turned back to the table. Juuust waiting for the meds to kick in. Aaaany second now. ...Or maybe it took a while. After all, they kinda just...happened to make you feel good after a while, right? There was no real tipping point that she could remember...maybe she should keep a clear head next time. She might be able to pinpoint it.

"So," she asked, waiting in between voracious, squealy bites, "any of the rest of the gang take Armory?"