[IC] Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

[HereComesTheSnow]

Luke Schwarz -- Pre-Class

"Ah." Luke said, not answering the rhetorical question that followed with anything more than a nod.

So it was the fifty-fifty thing. Alright.

Turning back to Amy, he winced in sympathy. That was terrible luck, by anyone's metric, and not to mention, it was also embarrassing! He'd die if he got a girl's uniform instead of a guy's!

...

Well...

No. I don't have any use for the skirt or blouse, not even the stockings! Even panties would lose their allure if not previously owned by someone!

Focus, man!

"That's rough. But at least you have a good explanation, so you won't get in trouble until it's resolved, right?" he asked, leaning one elbow onto the desk.

[Krayzikk]

"Have a little faith, Negasi. I've done the basics. And I'll make an effort to do the homework." Ben commented, leaning back further in his seat and resting his bag against his chair. Hypocritical as it was, he really wanted to sleep... Temperature was nice, the background noise was pleasant and he was tired. And then he forced himself to open his eyes all the way, shaking his head slowly."

"Be really nice if this lesson was somehow louder, though."

[harinezumikouken]

Kuhaku Shiro - INCOMING!

"Late! Late! Late!"
A sharp 90 degree turn.
"I'm gonna be late!"
He practically ripped up the floor, leaving a 'Shiro mark' gouge.
"I'm so late!"
He barreled through the threshold of Math class.
"I'm gonna be marked tardy!"
Going from 100 back down to 0 was no easy task.
"Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!"
He couldn't really contain his fervor enough to slow down.
"Headmaster Ozpin's gonna expel me!"
Too distracted.
"I'm gonna be expelled from Beacon for being absent!"
Unrealistic, to be sure. But not in his mind.
"But worst of all, Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!"
He couldn't hit the brakes hard enough.
"She's gonna yell at me!"

So the result? Well, anyone's immediate guess would've been correct. The panicked, frantic tiger boy tripped over his own clumsy feet. In a white flurry, cacophonous racket he rolled and slammed into a group of unoccupied desks, chairs, and tables. Demolishing a section of the class and getting tangled within the mess. After the dust settled, Shiro coughed and shook the stars from his vision. Poking his head out of the wreckage, he looked around at the students who actually had good time management in a moment of silence. Breathless and chest heaving as he panted, "U-uh...D-did I make it? I-I'm not late am I?" Weight shifted and the mass of destroyed classroom in which he was in the middle of set off another destructive crash, burying him. "Oop!" A errant textbook from someone's bag solidly whacked him on the back of the head. Dazed and confused, Shiro was down for the count. His vision spinning as a riot-drunken Scoot on the sidelines managed to stumble away from the train wreck that was Shiro.

[HereComesTheSnow]

Luke Schwarz -- Good Thing I Have Two of These

"Uh..." Luke began eloquently, breaking the brief stunned silence that had followed the tiger faunus's tumultuous entrance and checking his right (digital, and easy to read) watch. About a minute and a half to go, actually.

"You're good, Shiro. Try taking it easy." he finished, flashing a quick thumbs up to the boy who, only minutes ago, he had just been in what had felt like mortal combat with. Hefting his bag onto the desk, Luke fished out a green spiral, freshly bought from a local convenience store a week prior and, until now, untainted and unmarred by graphite.

[MULTI_MEDIA_MAN]

Oswald Connolly- What the fuck, guys?

Oswald strolled into the classroom, scowl evident on his face as he passed Shiro's body sprawled on the ground. All he could do was look at Sapphire and roll his eyes. She'd get his meaning.

Sitting down at a desk, Oswald sighed and looked at the board. This was going to be horrible. Apparently they were doing math that normal people thought was hard. For Oswald, that meant he was in for a second class of torture, in addition to his Computers class.

In short, he was doomed. At least he always did well in Combat class. At this rate, that and Survival were going to be the only way he made it through this damned school.

[Onarax]

Napoli Fiordilatte - Looking For Math Class

"Bet you didn't Ci an-ything like that happening. How does it feel having terrorized half of this year's freshmen and getting a terrible grade on the first group project. Really not a people person are you?" A voice prodded at Gratia's side, said voice of course belonging to none other than Napoli Fiordilatte, Gratia's ever supportive teammate. While his own match may have been a bundle of rudeness and required next to no effort on his part (apparently Beacon's students were both rude and reckless), at least he had gotten full marks. Gratia had been screwed over by a stingy professor and prudent partner. The nature of the situation amused Napoli to no end.

"That said I'm amazed by this gathering you've somehow acquired." Vignoble's sniper gestured towards the assortment of hunters locked in banter around Gratia. Granted, it seemed none of them were addressing Gratia at the moment, but Napoli did realize he had to do his duty as a hunter in training. Warning young men and women of the dangers ahead of them was the job of any stalwart hunter. "Greetings," Napoli bowed to the gathering, which of course created an amusing sight of the hunter walking backwards while bowing down with a flourish.

"My name is Napoli Fiordilatte, sniper and duelist of Team Vignoble, it is my pleasure to make the acquaintance of such wonderful Signors and Signorinas. Well, wonderful might be relative, but then again, you are next to Gratia so you're bound to at least appear spectacular." Napoli jested, much to the annoyance of his teammate.

"Of course now that such wonderful introductions are out of the way, I suppose I should do my duty and warn you all of the danger that is Gratia Mindaro here. Simply put, my teammate is a bit of a bitch. Thus I'd advise keeping your distance, for some might even say she's not very Gratiaous. If you all have any questions, I'm here all week." Napoli finished, with a final mocking grin flashed Gratia's way for but an instant.

[Lady Seraphina]

Sapphire Rode - Math Class

Sapphire walked into the class and took a seat in the row above Team BASL. Sapphire was not a mathematician but she could follow along with the teacher well enough and as long as she paid attention the lessens made an impression. Actually doing the homework was another matter but that was for a different time.

Sapphire couldn't help but listen in on BASL's conversation. She always listened to everything she could. It might have been a byproduct of being sometimes blind or just a result of her father's training. Regardless when Emerald asked which parent the team thought she took after, obviously in rhetoric, Sapphire could help but speak. "You're mother evidently. Hawk faunus generally have their wits about them." It wasn't that Sapphire particularly disliked Emerald but the azure haired girl was annoyed by how bubbly the cat faunus was. It did nothing to improve her bad mood.

Moments later Shiro came barreling into the room spouting nonsense about being expelled and being late shattering desks right and left. Sapphire's herself hadn't been hit by flying desks but there was such a pile of them that she could no longer see the board. Sapphire gathered up her stuff and went to sit with Oswald who had just arrived. As she walked she said to the class. "Somebody call the nurses, Shiro happened again. Shouldn't we really just keep them on standby for him. Would save everyone some time." Sapphire set her books down next to Oswald and sat down.

As Napoli strode into the room and made his speech Sapphire had just about had it. With him, with Shiro, with this whole damned day. "Yes Napoli we get it, you're a pompous idiot with a silver spoon stuck so far up your ass you can't sit down properly. Now will you please pick up a desk and pay attention to the teacher."

[HereComesTheSnow]

Luke Schwarz--Beacon of Social Activity (GET IT)

...

"Eh?"

A regular paragon of eloquence, to the point where even the sarcastic jokes about it were stale and long overdue for some cycling out, Luke's head tilted off the center line for a moment, further obscuring that rarely-visible left eye of his beneath his bangs.

He blinked once.

"Er, nice to meet you too, Napoli Fiordilatte." he continued, still somewhat taken aback by the brazen insults the Vignobleman slung the way of his own teammate. "I'm Luke Schwarz, from team..."

JCML...

How does that even--

"...Inimical. I guess you could call me the group's close-quarters guy. Everyone here's been pretty nice, so don't worry about them." He countered, glancing the way of the Mistralese Huntress.

"And while I appreciate the warning, Miss Mindaro doesn't seem too bad."

[Plank Sinatra]

Lauren Negasi

Lauren fought down the urge to wince and breathed through her nose instead at the biting retort to the guy whose rap sheet was full of more puns than any real wrong doings or ill intent. Then...making fun of a kid who tripped? Really? No chill at all.

"Some of us are trying to recuperate, yo. And hoping against hope that we can pick up on one concept out of five in this calc class before the semester ends. Could you maybe take your own advice? You giving him a hard time is just as loud as any other unhappy accident goin' on in the room."

[MULTI_MEDIA_MAN]

Oswald Connolly- Under his skin

As much as Oswald appreciated Sapphire's commentary on Shiro and...the frustratingly verbose Napoli, he was a bit annoyed by her treatment of Emerald. It reminded him of her conversation with Diamond about having to fight other people. He gave Emerald a sad half-smile and turned to his neighbor and whispered softly to her. "Sapphire. Let's not tick off the one guy capable of talking us to death. I have no idea how he can manage to spew so much shit without choking on it." Chuckling silently, he shook his head and looked back to the front of the class.

[Abillioncats]

Emerald Felicia - Hallway Navigation -

Emmy burst out laughing when Shiro crashed into the classroom. He was such a dork. She liked his energy, even if he used most of it to be clumsy. Then Sapphire came in, and said something kind of hurtful. Emmy just looked back at Sapphire, "If I didn't have my wits about me, then how'd I manage to win my fight in combat class and get full marks?" She let that question hang in the air as she went to sit down in class. Sapphire had apparently forgotten that Emmy was able to verbally defend herself.

She pulled out several sheets of paper and started constructing paper airplanes, what else were you suppose to do in Math class right?

[HereComesTheSnow]

Luke Schwarz -- Wow

The verbose young man looked up at the pair, spearheaded by the azure-haired young woman who had unfortunately decided to seat herself upon the stratum above them, rather than further away from the people that seemed to cause her such distress.

This girl had just mocked the person he'd shed blood against mercilessly... for tripping.

Insulted Emerald's mother at, essentially, the drop of a hat.

Fiordilatte was talkative and brazen, yes, but nothing worthy of as much heat as she'd just tossed his way. Perhaps she was angry over the battle's outcome?

Whatever the case may be, in Luke's expansive vocabulary, there was one word, and one word alone that summed this up. He said it with neither anger, nor mirth, nor even sadness. A simple statement, as if commenting on the color of the sky.

"Rude."

Turning back forward, he calmly opened his spiral, ending it there.

[Guess Who]

Robert Fallson - Math Class

"It's fine. Actually, it was kind of fun," Robert replied to Krysthane*. His clothes had mostly dried off during First Period, but being carried through the halls faster than a raging river seemed to have completed the process. "Thanks for the lift," he said before making his way to an open seat. Even after going through the metaphorical dryer, his wind-dried clothes were still very uncomfortable and wrinkly. "I'm pretty sure they shrunk, too," he said to himself.

The sound of a human body colliding with several desks and chairs brought him out of his pessimistic mind and back in to the real world. Well, it was a tiger-faunas body not a human one, but that didn't make much of a difference. Thinking to himself that it'd be funny to treat the whole thing casually and normal, Robert turned to Shiro's direction and, with a completely straight face, said, "Hey, Shiro." Hearing Sapphire's comment though made him realize that not everyone was as amused by the event as he was. "Here, you need help?" the red-haired teen asked as he rose from his desk and held out his hand to help his buddy up off the floor.

[*Second post down]

[Lady Seraphina]

Sapphire Rode - Math Class

Hearing Emerald's response Sapphire was just as quick with a comeback. She was about to say 'dumb luck' nonchalantly when she caught a slight narrowing in Oswald's eyes. It didn't take a genius to guess what he was thinking and Luke coming in with 'Rude' a second later only iterated the point. It was true enough though Sapphire made no apologies for it. She kept people at arms length, further if they'd go. Right about now she sorely wished she could be holding Napoli at a football field's length. Not that it would do any good, she'd still be able to hear him.

Though when Oswald starting to joke about just how much Napoli talked Sapphire couldn't help but smile. "Wouldn't that be a heroic death for a hunter: 'Here lies Sapphire Rode, died in the line of duty protecting the world from Napoli Fiordilatte's flapping mouth.' Sort of has a ring to it. Puts all those hunters who died in defense of the kingdom to shame doesn't it?"

[Eklispe]

Krysthane- Cutting It Close

Krysthane grinned at Robert's joke, it seemed he wasn't too bad off then. She was about to reply when she noticed the room around them had cleared out remarkably fast and she was receiving a death stare from Goodwin. "Um guess we should head to our next class. You have Math next since you're the same year as me right?" Krysthane asked as she looked at one of those convenient clocks that schools had above doorways. She did a double take, only a minute left. "Check that we need to go now!" she said and grabbed his arm assuming he had math since it was a required class, cause if he didn't then he was going to be late anyway. "Hang on, this isn't the spin cycle but its pretty close." she said as she grabbed him in a firemans carry's and sprinted out of the room. As soon as she exited the room she activated her water boots speeding down the hallway, faster than she could possible run.

Several turns later, one of which she nearly ended up slamming into a wall she came to a figuratively screeching halt outside of Math and set Robert down, he was surprisingly light. Looked like they still had about 15 seconds left. "Sorry about that, figure it was better than a tardy right?" she asked before stepping into class and quickly heading to her seat before the bell rang. Krysthane flinched a bit at the atmosphere as she walked in, it felt like there was some intense arguments going on. Shrugging she starting getting ready for class, getting out a piece of paper and something to write with. Because at some-point or another teacher's always said that so it was best to be prepared at the start.

[harinezumikouken]

Kuhaku Shiro - From the ashes

Mass of wood and metal writhing as Shiro slowly came to and began to stir, Shiro breached the cocoon which he had inadvertently made for himself. Dramatically gasping for air as he dragged himself from the carnage. Obviously, his missteps had garnered him some unwanted attention and his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Pulling his hood over his ears, he tried his best to be quiet as he sharply sucked in air between his teeth. Wincing at his already healing, but still stinging, bruises. "Ooh. Ow. Ouch. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm just gonna put these back now..." He softly whispered to himself. Ignoring the class as a whole as he tried to be inconspicuous and invisible as he worked to correct his mistake. He remained blissfully unaware of the brewing situation. Of the drama and conflict between some of the students. Though his hearing may have been sharp, his attention span still left much to be desired. Ask any of those who knew Shiro to any degree, and that much would've been clear. Still, Shiro was content pretending he wasn't there. That nothing happened. That he was simply rearranging an oddly messy bunch of school desks and chairs, neatly returning them to their rightful spots.

Pausing briefly, Shiro scooped up a laid out Scoot and set him safely on what Shiro designated to be his seat for the day. Alone and away from the rest of the class for the moment. At least until the bell rang and the class filled. Not long after crawling out from his 'accident', Shiro cleared his throat and settled into his seat. Hood still pulled over his head to hide his shame. His weapons slung onto his back, and not a single school supply to be found around him. Laying his upper half over the desk, Shiro silently wallowed in his temporary misery. The start of the week was not going well for him, other than his fight in Combat Class with Luke. He sighed as he pathetically slumped in his chair.

"I hate Mondays.."
He hadn't noticed Robert's offer for help. Completely lost in his own little world.

[HereComesTheSnow]

Luke Schwarz -- Yep.

Rude indeed, and unrepentant.

Silently making a gesture to ward off evil, the black-haired brawler looked over to Shiro, more than a few seats away after being helped up there by a red-haired classmate. Nothing on him at all. If class was anywhere near as hard as he was worried it'd be, the faunus would not be served well by starting behind the curve.

Being the sympathetic sap that he was, he couldn't allow this to happen.

I'm making an executive decision here. Forgive me, untaken notes.

Tearing out two sheets of paper from his spiral, he placed them on the desk and dove back into his bag. He wasn't going to give away his beloved mechanical, trusty and nice-looking as it was, but he knew he'd carried at least five extra acoustics...

There you are.

Fishing the pencil out of his bag, he placed it atop the paper and slid the entire pile over to his left, tapping Ben on the shoulder.

"Pass it down to the guy who beat me up last class, please."

[Lucius Cypher]

Gren Orchid

Gren arrived to the classroom sometime after the combat classes. He had went to restock ammunition, check some emails, and exchange his books for more relevant supplies. While they were training to be hunters, Gren's next class was mathematics. Can't ignore the basics. And despite his vast amount of abilities, even he had some dislike for the subject. Though it was a love/hate sort of thing: When he's good he enjoys it. But it's frustrating when he's wrong, because one mistake can change the entire equation until you get a mess so violently different it rips apart one's mind. At least programming didn't lead you on when you make a mistake.

Arriving to the room sometime after everyone else have, he could already see that Shiro had made his entrance due to the path of his destruction. Shiro himself seemed to be in a slump. Glancing around the class he could imagine why. Shiro has a bad tendency to make a fool of himself. And it's not like he had the support of others to help him give over his klutziness. But that's what Gren was here for.

"Hey partner. What's with the slump? Something happened last class or something?"

Gren took a seat next to Shiro, though he had to push the desk forward. And since the desk was built into the floor, Gren ended up pushing the entire first row a few inches forward to accommodate his bulk. Fortunately he left The God Eater back at his locker.

[Crimmy]

Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics

"You're a fucking riot, Fiordilatte," said Gratia flatly, though irritation was already beginning to leak through in such close proximity to her hated team member. "Your shitty pun brutally sodomized my virgin ears. Real fucking outstanding work."

She had already settled into a desk, dropping her satchel down on the floor beside her. It was, of course, just her thrice-damned shitty luck that she had been seated next to the massive blonde cunt and his overbearing, unwarranted ego. Had she not been in class, there would have been nothing stopping her from rIpPINg apart the irksome fool's smug expression and watching him bleed out. That however, would unlikely be possible while in the presence of such a number.

"I am disappointed, however," she continued, slamming her textbook down onto the wooden desk with a mighty thud, "about your fucking pathetic showing of a fight. I am utterly amazed that my expectations for your curb stomping were defeated so readily. It was like watching an abortion being thrown at a wall. Bravo, you really disappointed me."

The Mistralese huntress leaned back into her chair, shooting her acquaintance a single look. "You must have had a lot of practice disappointing your mother."

[HereComesTheSnow]

Luke Schwarz-- Jesus

...

M-Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe this was a normal thing in Hunter Culture? Tearing into eachother like rabid dogs?

Wh-what happened to courtesy?! Was this what they meant when they coined the phrase "ultimate power corrupts ultimately"?! Was this really Gratia Mindaro's true form? Had she deliberately hidden her power level from his scouter on the airship ride?

He had her pegged wrong! This wasn't Kuudere, this wasn't Kuudere at all!

This was to acerbic to be Kuudere! This was Tsun, hard, hard Tsun! Tsuntsun!

Kuutsun?

...

Tundra.

Involuntarily, he shivered as he tapped BASL's leader on the shoulder again, this time frantically.