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My condolences to the loved ones of the passengers of Germanwings flight 9525.

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Trust me. I'm an engineer (in training).

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Sorry. Also Unsubtle is basically a stereotype marine. Utterly fearless, arrogant beyond measure and a mouth so foul it makes a nuclear waste deposit look clean. Oh and she's British too.
Just for the record in case it is not totally obvious: The smaller speech can only be heard by Ineko through his semblance. It is Elegantly Unsubtle speaking. That said, I am aware how crass it is and on request I will censor it.
Name: Marcus Goldstein Location: Armoury class Status: Good "Who owns the tank?" "I do sir." Marcus responded instantly when the professor asked, answering Shiro’s question at the same time. Immediately the man followed up with a compliment. "Thank you sir." Marcus said with an awkward smile. He did not really know how to handle public praise, it was not something he was used to getting. Even the faint bit he caught from Oswald was enough to make it hot under his collar. It felt nice though. His small smile widened to a grin as the professor continued his speech. It felt like coming home, except this home was warm, inviting and full of promise. Then the Big Book of Engineering Arms landed on his table. Marcus decided on the spot this was now his favourite class. He hardly noticed the discomfort of the Tiger faunus next to him, instead concentrating on the introductions. He already knew largely what Oswald was capable of through their adventure in the forest. Still he paid close attention, it would help if he ever needed to fix Oswald’s weapon for him for whatever reason. It intrigued that a former member of the White Fang was allowed into Beacon. Then again part of the official government policy so far was to leave those that were no longer a part of the organisation alone in favour of chasing after more active members. If Geni wanted a clean slate, Marcus would not give him trouble for it. With an uncaring shrug Marcus’ gaze moved on. Now Ivan, Ivan was highly interesting. Stressed barrels were an all too familiar problem to the tanker, there was a corner in his previous garage dedicated solely to maintenance and replacement of the main gun. Then there was that bit where he could make firearms hit harder. That was something very interesting indeed. Indi was typical of the avarage hunter really. A preference to go out and kill stuff over the intricacies of using math and science to make the other guy’s head explode. Ineko appeared as an all round pleasant person, a kindred spirit almost, though oddly skittish for some odd reason as he stared at Unsubtle. “Relax, it will not hurt you.” Marcus muttered. “I fokken well will if you let me, I’ll tear each and everyone here a new arsehole if need be. I’m top dog yer cunt, now take pride in that fer focks sake.” a woman’s voice added in a vitriolic tone that conveyed contempt for anything that was not on fire or worshipping her treads. “Whu'appened? What'd I miss?” Shiro whispered at him off to his side. “Nothing, introductions mostly.” Marcus whispered back. Victor piqued interest with his sophisticated prosthetic. Humble too, there were a lot of options available to someone who could design and built objects with such narrow tolerances. Just arms alone would be a waste of talent. For some odd reason his arm stood out as familiar though Marcus had no idea why. Finally he noticed Shiro suffering from what appeared to be a seizure of some description. Worried, Marcus made to poke the tiger faunus on the shoulder when the boy practically exploded. “Gagging fock-eyed horrendacunt the fock was that?!” “Um. Right then.” Marcus said and slowly took a full step away from Shiro as he got to his feet. “My name is Marcus Goldstein and it is... “ he fumbled for a good phrase as he stared at Shiro, “quite the experience to meet you all. As far as my skills go I designed and built the Elegantly Unsubtle you can see at the back there. It is based on the old Century mark one chassis, but widened and reinforced to accommodate an el-seven ae one artillery cannon as well as generally upgraded to modern standards. I am well versed in all aspects of mechanical engineering, though my specialties are vehicles, firearms and computer programming.” That about covered the load he surmised and gently sat down next to the live bomb that was Shiro. Or the heart patient Shiro, Marcus had yet to figure out which.
Wait, I think everyone's in Grimm studies. Armory is next? Oh wait, it's two classes at once. Well bloody hell guys you could at least title your posts. I am confused and still am because I'm not sure when who or what is posting for the teachers of either class.
I think this is a good idea, and will start each post with Marcus' location and general status from now on.
Sixsmith playing all the Grimm they encounter
Should we panic?
<Snipped quote by harinezumikouken> Basically, the 30mm cannon has a plane attachment.
Ahem. "This is the kind of gun they used to put planes on. It wasn't a case of 'Oh, we got this jet fighter, it kinda needs something besides missiles and bombs and shit, let's strap this thing on'. NO. It was a case of a guy making a gun SO awesome, that he just stepped back, and said, "This shit needs to fly'. And everyone else is like, 'You can't make a gun fly!'. And the first guy is all like, 'Fuck you, yes I can. I will strap a plane to this gun.' And everyone's like, 'You mean strap the gun to a plane?' And the first guy is like, 'No, man. I am strapping the plane to the gun. The plane is an accessory.' And then everyone's minds were blown. Like, there was some serious mind blowing going on there. Ears were bleeding. Synapses just went and committed suicide because it was so awesome." - Smith, BOrangeFury's Fallout Let's Play
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/officers-deploy-to-save-autistic-boys-birthday/
All it took was a Facebook post, the kindness of strangers and eventually a helicopter to save the day for a 6-year-old Florida boy. For Glenn Buratti's birthday, his mother Ashlee Buratti said she invited his entire class over for a party. When none of the 16 kids showed up, her son was devastated. "To see the look on his face killed me inside," Buratti told CBS News Orlando affiliate WKMG. Her son, who is autistic, was so saddened by the absence of guests, she said, that he refused to smile. "I know this might be something silly to rant about, but my heart is breaking for my son," she wrote in a post on Facebook. "He keeps asking 'when will my friends get here?'" The post sparked an immediate response from her community. Buratti said complete strangers responded, and shortly after her posting, kids and their parents began bringing gifts. Then the police got involved. The county sheriff's office near her house in St. Cloud, Florida, orchestrated their own gift: A flyover from the the sheriff's All it took was a Facebook post, the kindness of strangers and eventually a helicopter to save the day for a 6-year-old Florida boy. For Glenn Buratti's birthday, his mother Ashlee Buratti said she invited his entire class over for a party. When none of the 16 kids showed up, her son was devastated. "To see the look on his face killed me inside," Buratti told CBS News Orlando affiliate WKMG. Her son, who is autistic, was so saddened by the absence of guests, she said, that he refused to smile. "I know this might be something silly to rant about, but my heart is breaking for my son," she wrote in a post on Facebook. "He keeps asking 'when will my friends get here?'" The post sparked an immediate response from her community. Buratti said complete strangers responded, and shortly after her posting, kids and their parents began bringing gifts. Then the police got involved. The county sheriff's office near her house in St. Cloud, Florida, orchestrated their own gift: A flyover from the the sheriff's helicopter. "Glenn just smiled the whole time and waved," Buratti said. "It was amazing." Deputies bought Glenn more presents, and, the next week, sheriff's cars, police dogs and fire trucks paid him a visit at the same time. "We got to the stop sign by our house and Glenn was like: 'The fire truck's at our house!'" Buratti recalled. "I said, 'It's okay, They're there to tell you happy birthday.'" The fact that a simple online "rant" could save her son's birthday restored Buratti's faith in the human spirit. "The amazingness of everybody coming together for somebody they didn't even know, a kid that didn't have anybody come to his birthday party, it warmed my heart."
This made me smile. Hope it does the same for some of you.
“No problem. That is quite a youth.” Marcus commented as he grabbed a sandwich off his plate. He nodded towards the others. “Excuse me, I need to take a different route to class.” he apologised and left in a different direction. Armory class was situated next to the large general purpose shooting range. This had a few benefits that ranged from a good view outside to a place to try out new creations somewhat safely. Most importantly for Marcus the classroom had a large hangar door that lead to said shooting range. The normally ferocious roar of Unsubtle’s engine was reduced to a deeper, throaty growl as he slowly guided it across the grounds. Marcus stood upright in the turret, poking his head out of the top hatch as he rode. The doors were technically large enough to fit through but on either side there would be barely a hand’s width to spare. Only once he was parked inside and no longer threatening to run over important things like walls or other students did he take a good look around. He was at one end of a massive room, with a set of workbenches between Unsubtle and the classroom proper. At the classroom end he could spot Oswald, Geni, and several others. Notable surprises were Shiro and some new girl with a rather interesting choice of clothes. He busied himself with clambering out before his stare could be interpreted as rude. Taking the seat next to Shiro that was not yet occupied he nodded towards the faunus. "G'day. Interesting weapon set, they combine?" he said by way of opening. Slots in the shield appeared a match for several bumps in the non bladed edge of the sword, however Marcus would need to get a look at the internals to figure out the exact mechanism.
Based on the discussion about Faunus retaining animal traits: "Contentment is having the riches and prestige of a general. Enjoyment is having a proper Vale dinner. Happiness is having a Vacuo party. Heaven is having a cat faunus girlfriend." Because purring and bellyrubs.
I got something, but it is mostly dialogue directed at Oswald for now. I put it up in the MODA pad so you can look at it and possibly add your own response immediately. Would prevent us hogging post numbers IC.
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