[IC] Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

[Letter Bee]

Not a GM Post (Hanged will post that tomorrow)

“Hello, Nuru,” Cynthia said confidently, “As for the bolt of lightning, that’s mine - I was trying to fend off Virgil, who was trying to… Woo me even though I don’t like him. And he just wouldn’t stop.”

Then to Vane, she said, “I’ll spar with you later, Wilson, now let’s go as I think we share the same class.”

“We all do, by some coincidence,” Pablo interrupted before he followed Cynthia and the others, his mind already on how he missed Jeim’s training. Had the local not-so-secret Hammer aspirant already approached the guy? If so, this was a step to exposing Malenkov, disgracing Virgil, and finally, redeeming Jeim himself. All he had to do was allow Virgil and Malenkov to attempt to betray each other, then step in and use his power on Jeim to prove that the Hammer were just using him.

A slight itch in his mind, maybe he should use his power to find out if he was falling into hubris as well as the many ways that this could go wrong?

Then the school bell rang again, and Pablo decided to delay that plan for later - A mistake he would later regret.

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Malenkov said, “So impatient, tsk, tsk, tsk,” before stretching out his bare and glistening right hand, which slowly began to manifest a golden, serpentine tattoo. This tattoo glowed brightly, then flowed to the young man’s hand, where it then transformed into a sniper rifle made of hard golden light. Then, proving he was not suitable to be a Hammer, he continued, “My Noble Arm is a Tattoo Needle which can create an unknown number of these fine toys, as well as various ‘enhancements’ to one’s physical capability. With this, I can bring down those two Senators with one shot. Then we flee! Of course, I know full well that Virgil plans to hand us over to the police, so this gives me some nasty surprises up our sleeve...”

The whisper then reached Jeim’s ears and ears alone once more, saying, The plan is this, JeimSeu. For Virgil and his gang to betray Malenkov and you, for Malenkov to try and betray them back, and for you to betray Malenkov so that you can stay in this Academy in order to find bigger fish to kill. Let those who are weak in heart be sacrificed.

Then something was slid under the shower room’s door, a laminated card containing the needed information on who were going to guard the Senators - Henry Durand, Jordan Quinn, and Oscar Helgrem, three students from their class. This card also contained data on their Noble Arms’ abilities and the route they’d take to the Founder’s Monument.

Malenkov blinked, “A laminated card, really? It’s almost as if they’re already planting evidence on us, and very badly too!”

The golden sniper rifle had vanished as he said this, and he stopped the shower, dried himself off with a towel, and then slowly put on his clothes as he said to Jeim, “Give this card back to Virgil without him knowing, and by that, I mean plant it on his effects once class starts.”

Then the school bell rang for them. “Dammit! It seems we have less time than we thought…”

@WindsOfFate

[TheHangedMan]

Trinidad Academy

Trinidad Academy was a second rate school - this was known to just about anyone that was familiar with the Noble Arms scene in the Philippines. There were scant few schools that were qualified to act as an academic facility for Arms masters, and more often than not, these requirements were strict - it was, after all, a facility dedicated to raising up children who were now in possession of powerful weapons that could not be taken from them, and could pose as a threat not only to the public at large but even to themselves.

That it was even qualified to be an Arms Academy might have been a point of contention for many people, but the explanation was really very simple, if not eye-rollingly typical: Simply put, the wealthy men and women who were parents or guardians of young Arms Masters kept it afloat. Trinidad was the perfect place to shunt off affluent kids who had no hope of accomplishing anything of note in an actual Arms Academy; it's administration could be bought, rules bent and broken for those that could afford it, while the poorer, less influential students were treated as chaff and disposable bodies. The vaunted scholarship that allowed students of a lower status attendance was at once both a shield and a sword - as long as it existed, the government and staff would have an excuse to keep it open under the guise of charity and opportunity for all, while at the same time raking in the "donations" of the wealthy in exchange for special considerations.

This was the academy's state until recently. The arrival and work of the new director marked a turning point for the school; an increase in standards, a stricter adherence to the rules, and a startlingly draconian approach to the the treatment of the students. Under the guidance of the new director, it appeared that all would be treated equally, and rewarded accordingly - and, it appeared, punished accordingly.

All this the new director promised, though naturally, many were disbelieving or otherwise scoffed at the notion, considering it being mere lip-service.

They would learn, in time.

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Morning classes began, and the chiming of bells signaled to the students to get a move on. A day at school typically lasted 9 hours - from 6:30 AM to 3:30 PM, starting with an 30-minutes of homeroom period, followed by one subject per hour for a total of 6 subjects with a 30-minute recess and an hour lunch period in between. For students that had Noble arms, they were required to stay two hours longer, from 3 to 5 PM, for Arms related training. Noble Arms Academies also had half a day of school on Saturdays from 7:30 - 11:30, and on those days were entirely focused on Noble Arms specific training.

Each class was roughly 30 students each, with an assigned homeroom teacher that would take give out announcements and take role-call at the start of each day. The homeroom teacher would also act as their supervisor and default authority figure for class-related projects and activities, such as field trips, festival booths, and intramurals. Trinidad was a fairly typical school with regards to how they operated as a school. It was only their blatant corruption and overwhelming favoritism for the richer caste that muddled the system they operated on.

So far, the wealthy kids had been content to simply coast through their school life - understandable, after all, why put effort when it wasn't needed? - and despite the change in leadership, they had little inclination to change their ways. It had been this way for as long as they had been there, and the concept of actual change had eluded them.

"Oh god, there goes that bitch again, she things she's so special."

"Yeah I know! Ugh. Teachers pet. I heard that the school actually paid for her to come here."

"Wouldn't that make her a whore?"

The vicious, biting words hung in the air as a mousy brown-skinned girl walked past its source - a huddled group of girls and their hanger-ons. They were the popular and rich, and the ones naturally incensed when their position was threatened. They glared at her, and she tried to shrink into herself to escape their attention, but no such luck, so in spite of their continued verbal stabs she kept her head down and ignore them.

Her attempt to dismiss them only seemed to irritate them further. She heard a snort of disbelief, and suddenly she was showered in water.

"Oops."

One of the bullies held a water bottle in her hand, its remaining contents dripping to the floor while the group laughed. She grit her teeth, her mind blank with fury and shame and confusion. She wanted to do something but didn't know what and it was so hard to think!

And then she felt liquid pour over her head once again, accompanied by the smell of strong sent of mango.

Another girl stepped away from behind the mousy girl, a lazy grin on her face, and a crushed tetra pak carton in hand. "Aah, finally we got the smell out. Aren't I nice? You smelled like carabao, and a I thought I could help you out. I'm nice right?"

That might have been the last straw, and she was just about to snap and pull Conquistadora on them when a teacher rounded the corner.

"What's going on here?!" he asked, alarmed at what was presumably the dripping wet floor and the girl that the juice and water was dripping off of. She pursed her lips - the new director promised changed, and she was loath to hope that maybe something would finally be done about this but-

"Oh nothing, sir. Just helping a classmate out. She was smelling a bit funky so we share some perfume with her." In what most obviously a bullshit answer, the lead bitch gave a simpering smile to the teacher, who simply grinned back at her like a goon. "I hope you don't mind? I was just trying to be a good friend."

"Ah I see. Well, just be sure to call a janitor right? Wouldn't want anyone to slip over your perfume," he said with a chuckle, and in that entire time, he never so much as looked at her again.

Of course. Of course nothing was going to change. That new director was lip-service, like all the other blasted adults in this cursed school. The ones that actually cared couldn't do anything, and the ones in power did everything to keep it the way it was. If it weren't for the fact that there was no other place she could afford to study with a Noble Arm, she would have nothing to do with this school.

She turned to leave, shoulders trembling, her eyes running with tears. When she turned, the only thing she could think of was "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear..."

There appeared the new director, clothed in fine traditional clothing and smiling disarmingly. The mousy girl tried to keep her glare out of her eyes, but it was a tough doing, and the man appeared to notice. His only reaction was to give raise a single brow, before turning on the group behind her.

The teacher all of a sudden looked nervous, but the students wore the same smiles still.

"I-!" Began the teacher, before the director raised a hand to stop him. Measured, quite steps, and suddenly he was putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I expect to see your letter of resignation on top of my office in an hour, Mr. Romulo, or else I will be reporting you to the police for participating in bullying and for bribery."

And all at once, the atmosphere changed. The smile slid of the bully's faces faster than the water they had poured, while they victim's head jerked around, expression disbelieving... and hopeful. The Director turned away from the stunned teacher, who quickly ran away, to the bullies who jerked back in fear, before their ringleader, took a shaky step forward.

"Listen, m-my mom and dad are lawyers you know? And the-they've given a lot of donations to-"

"Ms. Kristine and company, you will be serving a month of in-campus suspension from classes, where you will be doing community service for your classes in the afternoon. Any tests, quizzes, and activities done during that time will be marked as zero. Kindly see me in my office after school so I can send the letter to your parents. Failure to show up will be considered as grounds for expulsion."

He smiled and all was silent for a moment.

"You may go now."

The girls all but ran, some stomping their feet in anger, but nonetheless with a fearful expression on their faces. The director chuckled and turned to the mousy girl, offering her a handkerchief.

"Clean yourself up Ms. Hanna. Hopefully you may preserve a modicum of dignity before class starts. And, it's small consolation, but you can expect these things to no longer happen. For what it's worth, I applaud your restraint - and patience."

The director nodded, and for the first time, it felt like someone was really looking at her, and that she could really see someone.

"Welcome to my academy, Ms. Hanna. I assure you, someone like you will do quite well here..."

[dragonpiece]

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Henry

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As Jordan was introducing himself and his Arm La Longue Carabine Henry couldn't help and take in the beauty of Jordan's Arm. Henry has never liked how his Arm looked exactly, He thought of them as excessively bulky. But he couldn't say he didn't like the abilities they gave. A good bit of versatility as an close-quarter combatant mixed with a few nifty support options for himself and his allies.

As Jordan finished his introduction Henry spoke up to introduce himself, "Pleased to meet the both of you, I'm Henry Durand and I was born and raised in Worms, Germany. My noble arm is Jahreszeiten Wechseln." Henry summons his gauntlets with a dark yellow crystal embedded into the gauntlets, they had a bronze finish to the metal. "Jahreszeiten Wechseln is meant for close combat but for this I am going to do my best to use it's more defensive ability to defend the senators. Just need some prep to get it going. I would love it you guys would help me with that, I'll tell you more about it later." After addressing the group Henry turns to Oscar, "So, what can the Sword of truth do?"

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[Th3King0fChaos]

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Oscar

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Oscar let out a sigh as Mr. Cinter left, he was nearly chuckling as he realized that this is happening. Going little over a few months ago he went from planning a life as a political figure, to protecting them. Truly strange how the world works, honestly it's funny how the world works.

As now they all stare at each other like children left at the park together, as Jordan seemed to be the one to open up first. As he presented his Noble Arm, 'Gorgeous', was all that came to Oscar's mind as he saw the very beautiful fire arm. Seemed to be a muzzle loader, so every shot will need to count with it. Yet it is a Noble arm, so it could also just be aesthetic and it can fire as fast as a machine gun. Oscar knows that Noble arms defies understanding at times, after all his sword does the same. So we'll know when it comes to it, after all, not everyone wants to show off to people who could be people you will be competing with. Yet he doesn't seem to be a bad guy, and Oscar's sword isn't too special, so he doesn't mind it being said what it can do.

Yet before Oscar could speak their local hill giant spoke up. As Henry spoke, it makes sense that they are doing introductions with each other. After all, they will be working together, and if they are closer they would probably work better. Well, that's the normal idea, yet Oscar has no clue if that's what they are thinking, or he could be over analyzing what everyone is thinking. Yet he still will do this as he believes the words of the Director, after all, our words are what binds us.

Yet, Oscar then just realizes something as Henry says the 'name' of his weapon. As he chuckles to himself as he is going to start to make a game out of this. After all, the name means jack shit anyways, it was meant to be the name he gave it to define his future. So really, the name is a stand in so he might have fun with it.

Oscar begins to speak, "Oh yeah my Sword of Peace". As he sets his hand to his chest as a dim golden light comes from his hand and from where he placed it on his chest as a golden handle appears in his hand as when he starts to pull it out of his chest. As a bright silver blade comes out etched in gold that seems to glow and the red gem in the center seems to be dulled. As once Oscar has pulled the blade out of his chest he swipes it to his side as he now twirls it in his hand as he presents it in front of himself so the others can see. "This is my Noble Arm". Once they see it for a bit he sets it on his shoulder as he continues, "I myself am Oscar Helgrem, I was raised in Arizona and what my sword can do isn't special at all."

As Oscar takes his blade in his hand and spins it before he has it facing downward as he pushes it into the ground, as it passes through like it was going through nothing, "It can pass through most things as if it was not there. And if someone is not the target of my attack they will not be hit by the sword. And the sword doesn't even cut at all. What it does is attack the nervous system of the target and causes what they call Phantom Pains. So it can knock them out yet can never kill. Well that I know of".

As Oscar stands back up as he takes the blade and sets it back on his shoulder as he continues, "That does include myself". As he lets the blade pass through his shoulder and he catches the sword back in his hand. As he continues on with what he was saying, "Other than that, it has nothing else. So close range is all I can do". But he then says, "I'm not worried though, we won't really have much to fear, if we stay on our toes then we won't even need to worry. After all, they wouldn't want to fight big guy over here". As Oscar taps on Henry on his chest as good faith. He also begins to unsummon his weapon as he begins to set it into his chest as it slowly fades away. Leaving a golden mark on him for a moment before it disappears entirely. "So I wanted to know because of its shape. Hey Jordan, is your gun muzzle loaded by chance?"

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[BigPapaBelial]

Jordan Quinn

Jordan swings his Arm down and rests the butt on the ground, smiling and listening to the pair. He marvelled at Jahreszeiten Wechseln. his eyes widening, "Wow, that's spectacular! Look at those!" He leaned in to look at those wonderfully made and appointed gauntlets and the gems upon them, "That's spectacular. And they have offensive and defensive capabilities? Well that's even better." He nods then looks and marvels again at The Sword of Peace. He chuckles, "So Coach Cinter screwed up abit. Though gotta admit the Sword of Peace sounds way cooler." Again he listens to the explanation, "It's not a cutting weapon but a kinda...I dunno I don't want to say pain inducer...it's like it's a deterrent right? Nobody wants to fight if a sword hits them and they feel more pain through their whole body then in a single cut. Well that's what I think anyway." He grinned brightly, "Pretty amazing."

He swung La Longue Carabine up, checked the breach and was about to de-summon it when Oscar asked if the rifle is loaded, he looks at it then hums, "No just checked out of habit and it's not. Though that can be easily rectified." With a slightly smooth movement, clearly he's not completely familiar with his Arm yet, Jordan swings the butt up to his shoulder pulls the hammer to half cock, then swings it down to rap the butt of the rifle against the ground, the glow along the barrel getting brighter, then back up to firing position and a short movement he pulls the hammer all the way back to primed position, "It is now. Why?"

@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece

[Th3King0fChaos]

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Oscar

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Oscar chuckled a little when Jordan pointed out the swords real purpose, "Exactly. A deterrent is better in my mind, after all some people aren't afraid to die, but most people dislike pain that cuts deeper than bone. So some might think to go away".

As Jordan spoke out of his discipline, it was a good thing to have. Especially when dealing with such power, that form of discipline is needed. As Jordan began to load his firearm, Oscar was incredibly impressed. With the swift motion of skill and the precision to do it all without missing a beat, it looked as if he was a master of his own weapon. Oscar applauds Jordan as he says, "That was awesome", Having a slight smile on his face as really Oscar finds little shows like that amazing to him, as this place is like a dream to him. Knowing what Noble Arm can do, and seeing it is two totally different things. As Oscar realizes that he almost forgot why he asked.

As Oscar says, "Ah yeah, I was asking as how it was loaded, as I was wondering what kind of gun it was. Also I was very interested on if you had any cool things you like to do with it". Oscar says with a disarming smile, after all,someone asking them to show off their power can sometimes be nerve wracking, especially for sheepish people. As Oscar continues as he will now ask the elephant in the room, "So Henry, I want to know. I want to know what is that defensive power you are talking about". As Oscar start trying to make an idea in his head of what could it be that he would need help with. Maybe we need to hit him? I hope not, then this could look very suspicious if someone walks in on us.

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[dragonpiece]

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Henry

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Once I was done talking Oscar began his introduction. Wait Sword of Piece? I thought it wa- Before Henry had the time to question what the name of Oscar's Arm, the golden light appeared on his chest as he rips the sword of whatever out of his chest. Henry looked at the beautiful sword and immediately liked it. That looks Magical as Hell! Henry was for a moment stunned but then his mind refocused to what Oscar was saying. Oh he is from the Arizona? Where is Arizona? As once again he didn't have time to recall information as he gives even cooler information. As Oscar plunges the sword toward, Henry started to cringe immediately as he was expecting to hear aloud cling or worse the wrenching sound of bending steal. But to Henry's very visible surprise it entered the ground without a noise of even the slightest effort. Is it super sharp? Does it go trough any obstacle? As Oscar explained Henry began to realize that he hasn't had his Arm for long by the way he doesn't seem to know it's properties very well. Or he isn't giving all the details because it would be to his detriment.

Oscar's comment about people not wanting to fight me would be helpful but I should let them know I am not that skilled. With a slightly disappointing smile on henry's face "Actually, while I have the body and Arm to be a combat expert I lack a lot of practical experience."

The question Oscar posed went right over Henry's head. Guns weren't something that he interacted with. He is not sure if he ever even held a gun before. He realized at that moment that he should take time to learn more about them for safety. I can probably ask Jordan about them or Oscar, he does sound American after all. Wait is that where Arizona is?

As Henry finally had time to put his thoughts together he was ready to make a comment on it would make him an excellent deterrent but Jordan beat him to the punch on that. Not like that was a difficult accomplishment. So Henry nodded along in agreement. He would make a great sparing partner with that huh? I should ask if he would be interested in that after we guard the senators.

As Jordan explains how it reloads Henry more or less nods to show he understand. On the inside he is realizing his illiteracy towards guns is far deeper then he thought. As he primes it Henry gleamed that you pull the small metal piece then you need to pull the trigger. He thinks he knows that much now which is 100% more then he knew before so cool. As Oscar seems really impressed Henry is left there feeling like the new guy who can't tell why it is even cool.

As Oscar then asked how my defensive ability works "Oh yeah. Since I will need a little help with it I should let you know. I take physical Force and I can absorb some of it in me and then I can use it to put a shield on myself or other people. I'm going to begin charging it up now for safety. So if you guys could maybe help me get a jump start on it that would be great." Henry smiles at them hopefully convincing them to help cause he would have to do a lot of needless exercise to build up enough to stop something serious. "Let us work together well to complete the mission." Henry says while still smiling now extending a hand out to shake on their new team.

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[Not Fungus]

Vane

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"Huh, we do? Now that I think about it, I might remember you guys." Vane made a note of all four of them sharing the same class while resting the back of his head on his hands. He walked in that carefree position all the way to class with everyone around him. All he could think about was pushing through the classes and then getting some training in, possibly sparring with others.

Since he already knew a bit about Nuru... "You two shorties," he began, obviously referring to Cynthia and Pablo. "Who are you guys? I know the big dude, but you guys are a mystery to me. Entertain me with some small talk while we head to class won't you?"

It was then that the bell rang. Vane clicked his teeth in disappointment and picked up his pace. He's gonna make Virgil his sparring partner for sapping the rest of his free time away. He just has to sit through all the slow-paced classes until he gets to the blood-pumping good stuff.

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[BigPapaBelial]

Jordan Quinn

Jordan smiled broadly and looked between his two new teammates, he wouldn't call them quite friends yet, but teammates and compatriots works. He reaches out and places his hand with Henry's and gives it a firm shaking, "I like the sound of that. Between us three we ought to do great." He looked to Oscar, "What do you think? I think we've got this covered." He claps a hand on Oscar's arm and nods to him.

It's just then that Jordan's phone starts to rattle and beep. He blinks and whips it out, it's an alarm, that classes are going to start any second, "Oh crap! We're gonna be late for homeroom!" He unsummons La Longue Carabine, "Crap crap crap, hey we got some time. See you guys in class!" HE races off shouting something about, "I forgot my book bag back at my room!"

Oli Cinter

Having reported to the director that their three guards had said yes to the mission and making sure Johnny is okay. Oli had started back towards the gym and his first class of the day with some of the other students. He'd see the class the guards are in later. As he's going he jumps aside as Jordan comes racing out of the gym and making for the dorms, "Be careful you crazy man! If your homeroom says you're late just tell them you have an excuse and tell them to come to me!" He enters the gym to see Oscar and Henry, "Oi! You two! Git! I have a class of Firsties coming in shortly and I need the gym." He makes shooing motions getting the pair moving. As he gets them out the door and starting down the hall he calls after them, "Stay safe. And you'll get your call to get to your positions later." He then throws both doors open as a bunch of first year students come thundering towards the gym. oli can be heard calling out, "You give me 5 laps jogging, then 2 laps sprinting before you even dare get to the center of the gym! You move!" Followed by a laugh and Oli racing past the door leading the pack.

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[WindsOfFate]

Jeimseu the Silent Assassin

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Impatient. Jeimseu was more patient than most men his age, but to hear someone say he was impatient made him smile for a reason he didn't even know. Maybe this Malenkov brought with him a new thrill that Jeim had yearned for. It had been a while since he'd heard from the Hammer. He missed the communication with them and the atmosphere was always lively, unlike this school which lacked the very essence of what he yearned for. Jeimseu observed the older male as he displayed his Noble Arm and, like a faucet, divulged the abilities of his weapon. A gun. How mediocre. How bland. Jeim would have rolled his eyes had he not heard the soft voice whisper in his ears once again. Things would come together and the weak would perish under the foot of the strong. There was no place for weakminded sheep, not in the Hammer, not where he was trained. Jeimseu blinked a few times processing what Malenkov said and shrugged his shoulders.

"If you are aware that he will betray you, why do you still go forward with it? Why not kill him afterward? No loose ends right?"

The fact that he suggested such a devious act was unlike Jeim. He didn't kill without reason, and given the chance, he would slay Malenkov where he stood, but he was needed, as was Virgil. All a part of a plan to get him a more suitable target. He didn't want to waste his skills. His training had become valuable to him. All the sleepless nights of taking his body to the limits of breaking and beyond. All to satisfy a man he viewed as an older brother, more so a father figure in his life. Whatever made him happy made Jeim happy.

The bell rang signaling the end of their conversation. Jeim pulled on his articles of clothing and pulled his hair into a ponytail. His hair was long and ventured between the color spectrum of lilac and soft pink. It was beautiful to the eye. Jeim stepped pass Malenkov as if he didn't see him and left the showers.

[Letter Bee]

Not a GM Post

Cynthia, Pablo, and Vane

“Sure!” Cynthia said, “My name is Cynthia, Cynthia Weissberg. I am from Germany but my mother is Filipino. I can create and control fire and water, my own lightning and ice, and I can also make it so that I don’t have to hurt anyone I consider an innocent with my powers with a moment of concentration. I like cats, teddy bears, and soft things as well as sweets, but I also like fighting when it’s a good cause.”

Pablo then added, “My name is Pablo Legazpi. My Noble Arm enables me to ferret out information, including what powers one’s Noble Arm uses. For example, I know your Arm is more powerful than most of Virgil’s group except for Leonora’s - The second female member - And even then you can easily beat her if you’re not pinned down or charging straight at her. As for everything else… I keep a low profile.”

Cynthia glanced at Pablo and said, “You know, you sound just like an edgelord when you say that.”

“Oh,” the young man said with a blink. “Well, I didn’t mean to be one.” A pause, “Well, if you want to know what I like, well, I like sweet things too, as well as coffee and cake. I also have an interest in History and Literature, but it’s sorta waning.”

A smile from Cynthia as she turned to Vane, “So, is that enough small talk for you?” A pause as the classroom door came into sight. “Well, we’re here! Hopefully, we get seats close to each other - You sound like a fun potential sparring partner!”

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Jeim, then Pablo

By some miracle, Jeim would get to the classroom at the same time as the others, and Pablo would go and get a seat close to the guy once they both entered. He needed to use his Noble Arm’s power on the secret Hammerite and expose the guy’s mentor as an exploitative ass who was only using him as soon as possible. Every second where Jeim was under the spiritual seduction of that man was a second where the Hammer’s ideology would ingrain itself further in Jeim’s brain, making the revelation that it’s essentially against the latter’s better nature and he was being used a more traumatic experience when it finally came.

Another inner Truth: Pablo knew that this was essentially being selfish and that once he used his Truth power, the selfishness of trying to save Jeim instead of, say, Malenkov or even Virgil would hit him hard. The Truth was that he was trying to save Jeim out of… attraction, and that he was putting his own interests above the greater good he claimed to serve. That he wanted Jeim to be ‘redeemed’ when others deserved it as well and that his reasons for wanting to redeem Jeim first were selfish as f**k - Heck, they may even count as stalking, and Pablo was not happy with the potential label of ‘stalker’. At the same time, though, Jeim still needed to know the truth about his mentor - That was true as well.

That secret cannot - should not - be kept away from the other youth.

But where did unselfish motives end and selfish motives begin? Pablo's Truth power will reveal that for himself...

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[Th3King0fChaos]

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Oscar

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As Henry began explaining his power Oscar could only think that they would be hitting the big guy to produce his shield. And that doesn't seem too fun, yet if Henry was more than willing then Oscar would help as it would be the best of what they could all do. 'I think we can make the most of it in a pinch'.

As Oscar listened and watched he saw Jordan change in demeanor slowly, Oscar's smile lit up as Jordan seemed to be accepting them and even seem to be feeling comfortable. For Oscar all he wants is to help, and it seems Jordan wanted to make friends with them, so you know what win-win for Oscar. He is helping someone open up enough to make friends, and Oscar gets a new, albeit a potential, friend . As Jordan says, "What do you think? I think we've got this covered". Oscar had a slight laugh as he said, returning the arm pat, "Yeah we do, ain't no problem. We'll make sure Henry's all good to go, then we'll protect the senators with ease. Ain't no problem".

After that moment it seemed that Jordan's phone starts to go off with his alarm. As Oscar watched him yell and run like a mad man, as if he was a bat out of hell he was gone in moments, when Oscar realized that, that was an alarm for them that class is starting. Oscar sighed as he looked at Henry as he said, "I guess it's time to head off to class. We're in the same class, so I'll see you there. I need to do something real quick". As Oscar waves off to Henry as he starts to leave.

Now he is on his way out, Oscar breaks into a jog as he feels his bladder about to explode and he needs to find a restroom not here. After all Mr. Cinter just told them to leave and he doesn't want to cause unnecessary conflict.

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As Oscar is jogging through the halls he had noticed the halls were decently empty. Most likely people were already near or in their classes, albeit a good few people were here still. As the people he took noticed of the most however was a group of people seeming to be surrounding a girl. As he was in the middle of the intersection of 2 hallways he stopped to a stationary jog as he listened to what was said, as he was about to step in a teacher seemed to have noticed and walked over. As Oscar immediate response was a sigh of relief as he began his jog again, until he felt his heels dig into the floor as he heard something absolutely deplorable seep from the lips of the teacher. The teacher listened to that bullshit lie and played along with those girls, 'Perfume?…What a punk ass…'. As Oscar spun on his heels he came turning to find a strange figure standing there right behind the small girl.

Oscar couldn't put his finger on why that person looked familiar. Yet the older gentleman stood there with much grace, yet having a sphere of authority that seemed to have began to crept from all nooks and crannies. Almost feeling suffocating as he finally spoke a word as he placed a hand on the shoulder of the teacher. Almost like a knife his words were smooth and swift as he gave a threat that would leave any man running. As the teacher sprinted he nearly rail-roaded Oscar to the floor, as the man kept running and never stopped.

As now came the girls, they seemed to have either bigger balls than the teacher, or didn't know how deep of shit they were in. As They ring leader seemed to try and fight the mans actions. Yet, the man seemed to have given literally no care for the girls threats, even throwing them back in her face, all with a small smile that seemed to have hid sharp fangs and a silvered tongue. Almost as if he didn't just set the world on fire he turned towards the bullied girl and consoled her and praised her. Giving a promise as he left, just as quickly as he came.

Oscar was dumb strucked for a moment as he felt like he was hit with a terrible case of whip lash. As so much just happened, yet almost like his feet knew where he wanted to go, he started moving towards the girl as he asked, "Hey are you okay?" As he had a worried look but a small smile on his face, trying to comfort her. As he takes off his jacket and places it on her head. Not really knowing what to do, as he has never really dealt with bullies or victims. He did go to public schools, and he knew bullying was a thing there, yet people always hid their intentions or pain well, so Oscar never saw someone get bullied. And for people to be so blatant was very strange as he is mentally questioning the things around him. However those questions, and his bladder, is not as important as there being someone in front of him who may or may not need some comforting.

@TheHangedMan

[dragonpiece]

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Henry

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Jordan's smile had calmed and erased the last reservations he held for Jordan. He grew up under the notion that he needed to be wary of people with Noble Arms. Having discovered his Noble Arm in his teens made it difficult to get closer to those around him. Eventually he decided at one point to essentially ignore those that weren't already his friends or his family. However, his change to being more introverted ended up with him pushing them all away to an extent. But Jordan's smile feels like a warm reminder of what he let slip out of his life because of Jahreszeiten Wechseln.

Bringing Henry back to his surrounding was the sound of an alarm. He out of habit felt his phone to tell if it was his alarm but no, it was actually Jordan's alarm. The momentary relieve he had that the alarm got replaced by panic when Jordan confirmed that class was soon. As Jordan ran out of the gym to grab his book room Henry thought Yeah, there should be just enough time for that. Then Mr. Cinter told them to leave Henry more or less jogged out of the gym with Oscar. Oscar broke off with henry to go do something. Henry more just nodded in acceptance. He just began to walk there since he had time to kill and it has been a good day so far.

On the way there he began to do the mental checklist to make sure he was ready. He Checked off every item he would bring to class. But something struck him like a lightning bolt. I haven't showered... Henry growing up with so many sisters got into the habit of almost never going anywhere unclean or smelly. He stopped dead in his tracks as he lifted his arm to take a whiff. Maybe it won't be to ba- Oh god, it is as bad as he thought. Henry's nose feels like it had been assaulted by his scent. He has to take a shower. But how, he decided that he was good to go and wasted the last bit of time he had on a leisurely walk through the halls. He hates doing this but he was just going to have to wipe himself down with a the towel he keeps in his backpack. Just need to get to the bathroom.

He ran swiftly through the halls towards the bathroom. The scene must of looked like a freight train had entered the school. As he was getting near the bathrooms he saw Oscar and a girl. She presumably had Oscar's jacket on her head and was dripping with some sort of drink. Oscar seemed to be trying to council her, maybe? It honestly didn't matter anymore to Henry because she seemed to be in need of a towel and he had one. Slowing his speed to a jog, he approached the two of them. Still around three meters away Henry projected his usually quiet voice to let them know he was there. "Hey Oscar, what is going on?" Henry looked at the girl and began to take out the towel out of his backpack "Here you seem like you need a towel" as he extends the towel toward her, hoping she would take it.

@TheHangedMan@BigPapaBelial@Th3King0fChaos

[TheHangedMan]

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Hanna

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Hanna wiped her face with the handkerchief given to her, and was surprised when a jacket flopped over her head. Looking up at the scruffy haired young man in confusion, she nodded her head. She was okay; or rather, this was a huge improvement from the usual.

Someone actually did something. She didn't know how to feel about that. It didn't feel like a one time thing either! Was it possible the Headmaster was serious?

"T-thanks," she said to the two boys, wiping herself off with a towel. She was probably going to be late for her next class. No way she was entering like this, she'd have to change clothes.

She eyed the... young man? Holymoly this dude was huge. She was short for her age, yeah, but Jesucristo! This guy was a student?! Well, she didn't recognize any of them, and she really doubted that they were younger than her, so they must be higher years. Hanna folded Oscar's jacket and handed it back to him with an appreciative nod.

As for Henry, "I'll return your towel later. I'm sorry but I think I'll need to borrow it for awhile." She'd have to hit the showers, and she had a spare change of clothes in her locker, thankfully. No such luck for her underwear, however, but she could bear with that much for awhile.

She handed Henry her ID. Sev Hanna Leia Marlon, Grade 10, Rank #7, Class A-10. "Where's your class?" she asked, "in case I can't bring it to you, just drop by my class. And... thanks again."

Leaving the two with an appreciative smile, the girl walked away, feeling a little bit better, and a lot more optimistic about this year.

[Th3King0fChaos]

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Oscar

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As Oscar was walking to the girl she seemed to have gotten caught off guard. Looking more elated rather than being sad or upset. 'Maybe she's dealt with this before and is happy someone helped her?' Yet whatever it was, Oscar's focus was immediately shattered as a voice of a familiar man rang out from behind him. As he noticed a towel get passed to the girl as Oscar looked over to find it was Henry. As Henry asked him a question Oscar was about to answer as the girl peeped up and thanked them for the towel and jacket.

As when her eyes fully hit Henry they seemed to have widened at the sheer size of Henry. For Oscar he has seen men of sizes similar, most of them played either football, basketball, or wrestling. As most were more than happy with their giant size and large muscle mass. However, no matter how many times Oscar had seen men of Henry's size, many met him with envy, but for Oscar he never seen that as a blessing. After all a bigger man is a slower man, and Oscar liked being fast. Yet that train of thought was immediately dashed as he saw the mouse-ish girl begin to fold up his jacket and hand it back to him. As Oscar takes it into both of his as he had a small smile on his face as he said, "Yeah, no problem". As he watched the girl pull out her Id and handed it to Henry.

Oscar watched on as the small girl interacted with Henry and allowed himself to think again for a moment to why people would be bullying. It might be the same reason why he's been hearing that all of the facilities have been closed and inaccessible to many people. That could not be it though, as if she was the reason all the facilities were closed she would be controlling students rather than them bullying her. So might be here with the opposite reason? Like is she tuition free? That could be it if people here are paying their way to the top. That means people with money are nobility and people on a grant would look like absolute degenerates as the rich still have to pay.

Yet before he could finish his train of reasoning he felt as if Henry was about to speak to him. So Oscar was now waiting for Henry to be ready to go as he says, "Hey if we jog it we could get to class still".

All of this thinking and processing, all while forgetting he needed to pee.

@TheHangedMan@dragonpiece

[The Man Emperor]

Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin | Bloody Hell

"Да, да... Матрица. Я ладно. Хаха... нет. Да, спасибо... прощай.

A certain boy walked on the hallways that led towards the classroom in which the next subject was going to be taught, speaking to his mother on the phone as he went. At first glance, it would be obvious that he wasn't from this country; he was far too fair skinned and maybe too tall at five feet and nine inches. He was Russian, like Malenkov, but those who barely know him would think otherwise. He sometimes spoke with an American dialect, and in other times, he muttered words with the recieved pronunciation of southern England. At other occasions, he sounds Scottish. Either way, this boy derived great pleasure from confusing the other students on his nationality. One could never truly guess until they looked at the name written in the card of his ID: Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin, a Russian student that came all the way from Sakhalin Island.

Those who knew a bit about him would know that his Noble Arm were a pair of hands made of stark white stone that seemed to absorb all attacks that are thrown against him. Some thus know him as the Fist, but he preferred Rogal Dorn... because, well, his Noble Arms were quite literally called the Imperial Fists.

He kept on walking towards class, either way, as Nikolay was not the type to be late; rather, he preferred to come early to his subjects. In this school, he was at 47th place, and though he wasn't particularly ambitious to raise it, he also wanted to maintain his position. There was something happening in the hallway, though... this girl that was wet all over and covered herself with a towel rushed past him in a hurry. He was guessing that she was a younger one, probably a grade ten or eleven. And... Воже Мой, was that Henry the Giant? He looked like his head was inches from hitting the ceiling, and Nikolay was guessing that he had a lot of trouble trying to fit into the Philippines' public transportation, which was built with much smaller people in mind. Anyways... He figured he could talk with someone before class started. Especially since that girl from earlier was drenched in water.

"Bloody Hell, mate.", he said to both Oscar and Henry with his British accent. "What on earth happened to... her? Did someone use water magic on her as a prank?"

[The Man Emperor]

Double Post

[Not Fungus]

Vane

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"Pablo and Cynthia, huh? Well, I'll talk to you guys later." Vane waved them off before opening the door and entering the classroom. He picked out a random seat and immediately became comfortable in it, not showing any desire to move from it. A seat near the back of the classroom where it'll be a nice and quick exit out of the class once it's over.

It seems there are a lot of interesting people entering this class. Some that are faintly familiar and others that don't register in his memory. "First is gonna be Virgil..." he muttered to himself before resting his cheek on his hand.

He shook those gluttonous thoughts out of his head. Before anything else, he needs to get his boring classes out of the way before moving onto the really fun stuff. His academic skills aren't bad. He'd even say they're quite good, but they just aren't fun. Vane started humming a nigh-silent tune to himself, waiting for the class to begin.

[dragonpiece]

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Henry

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Hanna taking the towel made Henry feel a little more relaxed. Henry began to rise from his knee. Frankly, he was happy the girl didn't seem to have been freighted by him running up on her and Oscar. Henry started to wonder why they would be bullying this girl knowing fully well that it usually comes from a place of self-inferiority. Well Henry was just happy he could provide some kind of help.

"I'll return your towel later. I'm sorry but I think I'll need to borrow it for awhile." the girl said to Henry.

"No problem." Henry replied to the girl. It made Henry a little happy that he will most likely get his towel back.

As she bought out her card he was reaffirmed that he would get his towel back, simple things like this is what made his day usually so he was pretty stoked for it all things considered. As he looked at the card she handed to him he discovered her name was Hanna. He read the rank but it didn't really register what that meant at the time. What did register was her class was number. Alright, if I don't get my towel back in a week I'll go by and ask for it back. Henry waves Hanna off as she leaves. Henry is hoping he helped make her day a little better.

With that it was time to go to class. With helping Hanna out Henry and Oscar didn't have much time left. Oscar asked Henry if he wanted to jog to class. It was a good idea but he wasn't sure if they would make it. Henry shook his head in agreeance and grabbed Oscar, putting him over his shoulder. Just then he saw Nikolay he heard his half heartedly as he somewhat interrupted him saying "Got to go" as he sprints past activating Jahreszeiten Wechseln in its Spring configuration. Henry increased himself to run faster. Dashing through the hallway him and Oscar rushed through the people still in the halls. Henry makes a sharp turn into the classroom and puts down Oscar while deactivating his noble arm. He heads over to his seat away from people today because he knows he must smell even worse now. At least they made it.

[WindsOfFate]

Jeimseu the Silent Assassin

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Yearning. There was a yearning to complete his mission, but all of that would have to wait for a brief while as class was soon to start and his presence was unfortunately required. He did not want to draw any sort of suspicion to himself in any way, and for that matter, he had made numerous friends to act as alibis in case he ever needed any. Homeroom was his favorite class. It was the time in which he got to play around with everyone. He was flirtatious only to those he could get a reaction out of. There was one guy, Pablo, who had caught his eye the moment he'd met him, but he never truly said anything more to him than a passing "hi" or "have a great day" to which he'd get the normal response or none at all.

As he entered the classroom, he took note of everyone there.

"Hey love bugs," Jeimseu said as he strolled in. The girls all smile and seemed to giggle at the chance to change his orientation or perhaps they just felt the need to giggle because Jeim was the fashion icon of the school. His popularity wasn't something he took for granted. He didn't like all the attention, even though someone else in his position would be more than happy to revel in it. Jeim was the opposite. Still, he knew not to hurt other's feelings and accepted the attention, at least as much as he could handle. He approached one of his favorite people. Pablo. He was already in his seat and there was a vacant chair next to Pablo, but Jeim had other plans. As he passed the other guys he knew, Henry, Vane, Oscar, and a few others, he smiled and made faces at them. When he was in front of Pablo, he smirked and placed a gentle hand on Pablo's shoulder. He leaned down and spoke softly into his ear.

"Well well if it isn't my boyfriend Pablo," Jeim said as he effortlessly slid into Pablo's lap. "How was your night?"

@Letter Bee