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Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

@dragonpiece@Th3King0fChaos@The Man Emperor@Landaus Five-One

Oli Cinter and Jordan Quinn

Oli had been writing on one of many white boards along the walls of the gym. He'd stopped and approached as Hailey was showing signs of distress. And knelt there to watch the students support her. As they talked he waited his turn, a soft caring smile on his face, before offering, "Hailey, you've got friends here, you've got classmates that sound like they'd put themselves on the line here. The Dread may feel cold. But the care of your friends, classmates and the staff will help you pull through." He doesn't try and hug her or touch her, but the clear caring of an adult is there. He nods slowly ready smile on his face, "You take your time, bask in the help and caring of your friends." He gets back to his feet and heads back to the white board finishing what he was writing.

The boards reads:

*Have your lunch! Gotta eat to grow up big and strong!

*Do your laps! Four and two! You know what to do!

*Warm up and stretching.

*It's Noble Arms training day! You're mine now!

*Light Combat and Movement: What it means for you!

*Light Sparring Practice

*Cool down and Summary

*why are you still reading this?

*seriously stop...

*...come on now

*okay fine...

*We're no strangers to love/You know the rules and so do I

Oli smiles as he finishes the list off with a flourish of the white board marker. And winks at the students who are there for class.

Jordan in the meantime is sitting with the others, and he had watched Hailey, Oscar and Henry speaking about Hailey's moment of sadness and dread. He sat nearby leaned forward but didn't try and add his own words to the moment. It'd be too much, not wanting to smother her. Besides it sounds like Nath, Oscar and Henry had it down helping her through that moment. He's still there showing his support of course. He looks to Henry and Oscar after abit, "So what do we hear about the mission today? How are we going to work this? Do we know when they are getting here?"

Oli suddenly steps up to the three, "Ah right I knew I had forgot something." He kneels in front of Oscar, Henry and Jordan, "I hate to break this too you three. But I was notified that the Senators won't be here today. Something about some big shindig back at the senate house. They won't be able to make it for another week. Which is really a good thing. We kinda dumped this on ya at the last moment right? This time will allow for some planning and a second line to be put forth right? So yeah I'm sorry for notifying you all of a sudden. But this might be in the end a good thing."

Oli makes a gesture of apology to the trio.

Jordan blinks, "Well damn. I didn't expect that even remotely. But well okay." He hums and looks at Oscar and Henry, "We can use this right? I mean this would have been the first time we ever worked together. Maybe we can fit some training in? See what we can do as a team?" He looks at Oscar and Henry.

It's only then that Jordan looks up at the board, "Oh crap! I haven't eaten yet!" He digs into his backpack for his lunch.

Oli steps on away and waves to Hailey, "You wanted to know what we're doing right kiddo?" He grins brightly, "Get a little food in you, not too much though as I intend to work ya some this class."

Goblins of the Wilds

Well before the time skip Brendan and Griz could come down to Koglan's Smithy to recieve the gift of brand new knives. That was something I was hoping to do really swift. Then a time skip is fine sure. I'd really like to do that presentation scene is all.

Goblins of the Wilds

Yay. I was getting worried. I don't have alot to do right now with Koglan. He's just working away.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Oliver Cinter and Jordan Quinn

Oli flowed getting into that state of mind where you just moved. The Great Oli remained in it's base gauntlet form the whole time. His strikes rocking the heavy bag back and forth. His fists beginning to leave indentations in the bag as he struck. And then he took a half step back, and well because he's in that focused state of mind he relaxes his arms to his side. A strange stance. His face goes oddly blank, expression neutral. And the kids in the room are in for a treat. There's a few small pops, and crackles of the energy inherent in Noble Arms. The steam starts first, from his elbows and elbow joints, the back of his neck and streaming from the waistline and out of his pant legs. A mean yellow glow flaring from his eyes and mouth, he mutters, "This must not register on an emotional level..." He took a step forward, "First, sweep kick to the legs, knock off balance. Using the off balance state, back hand high to ring the temple. Followed by this knife hand block of haymaker, to rear elbow blow to the chest, turn, flying spinning haymaker, to turning knee to the hip, left jab, back step into throat thrust, complete with 360 turning kick." This somehow almost wild combination of moves happened at a speed that should be impossible for anyone. But with the abilities of the Great Ali, it comes out clean, and sends the heavy bag slamming into the wall and off it's swinging rollers to crash to the ground.

Oli breathes evenly, having finished in a pose with his hands held together and pointing at the downed bag, "Summary, opponent with a bruised sternum, ringing ears, and fractured ribs. Potential recovery time four days, total physical recovery time three months." There is one last blast of steam before the glow fades and The Great Ali, those wonderful leather gloves fade from his hands, "Woof...uh? Message?" He reaches into his pocket and reads the message from the Director, "Well, that's...unfortunate." It's only then he turns around and sees Hailey, Oscar, and Nathaniel in the Gym, "Oh dear I'm sorry folks I must have been so focused I missed you all come in...are you alright over there?" He heads over to them worriedly.

Jordan had come into the gym just in time to see the incredible show of Coach Cinter going absolutely ham on the heavy bag. The almost crazed crash of the blows before the heavy bag slams into the wall then to the floor is an thing to see. Jordan just kind of stands there for a time then comes out of the daze of seeing it all. He spots the others and jobs over to them, "That was some incredible moves there Coach...I mean wow..." He looks to the others, "Hey guys. You all doing alright over there?" He grins a little. Then turns to Coach Cinter, "Sir...where did all that come from? Is that normal for your Noble Arm?"

Oli only grinned, "There are somethings a Arms user needs to keep secret Jordan. Just suffice to say one of these days all of you will be able to do something just as awesome." The Teacher grins, "So some of you have class and judging by Henry and Jordan you are missing one and are down here to...oh I dunno hang out?" He chuckles. He motions and walks over to the white board, "If you're here for classes you know my rules. Four laps jogging and two laps full sprint. If you're here for...other reasons. Head over to the benches for now."

@Th3King0fChaos@Landaus Five-One@The Man Emperor@dragonpiece

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

Mistihkoman turns to look at this woman who's been speaking all this time. He hums, "Is that why you are so stuck up moniyeweskew? Discipline was instilled within you and you were unable to be a child? And now, you have no child in you, that you are unable to let others have fun?" He tilted his head to the side his braid shifting. He nods slowly as if understanding something, "I think that explains alot of things about the white man. They are so rigid and strict. Not allowed to have fun, because it was beaten out of them." He snorts, and looks around, "It explains a great deal indeed."

He turns back away and looks to the boy, "Tell me awâsis, where are your guardians? Mother? Father? Uncle? Auntie? Or are you alone?" He looks at the boy curiously, waiting, letting the boy choose his time to answer. Mistihkoman hums, "A gunslinger still needs a posse. Where is yours?"

He nods to the boy, awaiting his answer curiously.

Translations

I forgot again. And only realized when I looked back at it.

Awasis - Literally, Child, can be added onto to mean first born, little child, noisy child etc

The Wayward Stool (Open To Everyone, JUMP-INS WELCOME)

So this is kinda a multi-verse bar kinda deal?

Just making sure. Because if it's okay to bring in characters from any verse as it were. I have an idea.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Ranger Lex Krait

Lex looked ahead and gasped, there is no mistaking an explosive device. He even tried to pop it out of the air with a shot from his gun, but the shot missed low. He shook his head, "No...no no..." Then boom! The explosion went off, cars and vans and trucks on the road swerved away from the ball of fire. Which cleared the road for Lex. It also allowed him time to see through the fire and smoke the chopper is okay. If a little dinged up. He looks up, and nods, he can see it veering off.

Lex grit his teeth, "Oh it's on now." He hammered the accelerator and kicked the shift. The big block engine of the jeep roars. Shooting him forward, traffic slowed and off to one side allowing the big ShinRa vehicle to make some distance.

The in construction parking garage? That's their plan? He wouldn't let them escape though! He gunned the engine even more pedal to the metal. Gripping the steering wheel. He started to gain on them. Then the rock of another explosion and there's scaffolding raining about him, hearing the piece ping off the canopy of the jeep.

After getting past it and the way back going to be alot harder to get out through he slides to a halt, and pop, the headlights of his jeep blazing on as he lights up the three on the bikes. He looks at them through the windshield. Then hits the loudspeaker mounted on the top of the jeep, "Alright then Terrorists. Let's not make this any harder then it is huh? Just get off the bikes, throw your weapons away and lay down face down on the ground." he's got to try, he's got to try and defuse this somehow. Not expecting it to actually work though. He stares at the three, while drawing his shotgun with his free hand. Wasteland looks out the window as well, snarling softly.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Jordan Quinn

Jordan sat through Homeroom, and grit his teeth, Emily had gone right past him, heading for Nikolay with the laser pointer and Oscar who got to pet her. He sighs, just a little jealous, "Ah well." He'd turned back to the front and took his notes. Nodding slowly. This day already getting off to a pretty incredible start. He's a little surprised to hear Mr. Jones tell everyone about the Senator's visit but well it is an important event. And then bang right into the lecture Jordan doing his best to keep up. It's a researched fact that most First Nations people don't do well in highly structured class environments. But well that's the way education rolls these days, So Jordna knuckles down and just does his level best.

He does get a brief chance a one point to reach down and give Emily a quick stroke along her spine as she passes. Getting a bump to his fingers in response, but he has other things on his mind after that.

As class winds down he's packing his things when his phone starts to play a tune, his ringtone/message alert carrying into the class before he digs his phone out and checks it.

Group Chat Name: Sword of Hope

Group Chat made

[Henry D.] Invited

[Jordan Q.] Invited

[Oscar H.] Changed Name of Group to: Sword of Hope

[Oscar H.] Changed color of Group Name to: Sword of Hope

[Oscar H.] Changed Name to: [Trunks]

[Trunks] Changed Color to: [Trunks]

Hey guys, I was wondering if
y'all would like to meet up
and talk shop about our mission
on protecting the senators.

I'll be off to the gym, I think
Oli would be fine with us being
in there to talk about this.

I can't wait to get started!

Jordan quirked an eyebrow and sent back,

This idea, I love it. Yeah I'll meet you down in the gym. Coach Cinter will be fine with this I'm sure of it.

His thumbs racing across his phone before he slots it away. Finishes getting his things back together and into his book bag. Then with a little skip in his step he starts to make his way down to the gym.

@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece

Oli Cinter

He'd seen the Firstie off after their gym class. He'd even gotten a few hig fives for getting them nice and worked up. But now as he waits for the next class Oli is alone in the gym. And he uses this time for a little practice.

A heavy bag hangs on one of the roller hangers along one wall. Oli without his jacket on, and the front of his shirt loosened is working the boxing routines. Jab, Jab cross, jab jab cross left hook. There's a steady whap whap whap as he hits the bag, all of this without practice gloves on. He starts to dance step a little, light on his feet, the strikes become faster, more crisp, the bag starting to deform and sway under the strikes. A flickering jab comes sailing out, it almost looks like a back fist but it's not quite that. The jab is followed by a cocked back right cross that rocks the heavy bag up a good 2 feet from where it was hanging.

In the time it takes for the bag to come down Oli has spun back and taken up the stance of Praying Mantis Kung fu. As the bag comes down Oli steps in, slipping past the bag, his trailing hand placing a piercing strike into the bag, a snapping crack as the bag is sent back again, Oli spinning to the side and a series of swift blistering jabbing strikes hitting the bag as it comes down.

Again Oli takes a step back and this time the blow is a planted forward front kick, his style having changed again, that tradiational Okinawan Karate. Power and form, the strikes are strict traditional blows but the power behind it is no joke as the heavy bag rocks again and again from the fist and kick blows. Again and again. Bang bang bang.

The change again is almost flawless, Pankration! The ancient Roman no holds barred combat art. He can't quite do it correctly but to see the motions of the eye gouges, the low kicks, elbows and knees. It's something else to behold as this ancient art, revived and remastered hammers the heavy bag.

But finally. Oli jumps back and away. And that particular echo of a Noble Arms summon ripples out from the gym. Oli bounces on the balls of his feet, a pair of glistening leather gauntlets on his hands, Oli settles to his feet, one foot slightly cocked, the ball of his foot resting on the floor, while the other foot standing flat....

There should be no reason for someone to be that fast! Oliver Cinter crosses the ten feet between himself and the bag. The whap or smack of his guantleted fist against the bag is more of a limited explosion. An expulsion of pure almost unadulterated power rocking the bag up. With a quick step and spin the kick he hits the bag with as it comes down sends it rocketing down the rollers, bouncing off the wall nearby and then back down to meet Oli's whistling fist.

This would be the scene for anyone entering the gym in the next little while.

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

@Kelewen@Landain@Eviledd1984

Mistihkoman listened first to the strange yammerings of Billy. He sat there, and as the explanation went on and on the native man's right eyebrow slowly rose up towards the top of his brow, "What you say makes no sense to me. It is strange, to say that one book is the story of the past. And that one man was born to die for all. No person has that power. No man has a spirit strong enough to contain the wrongs of the world. Besides he would have only saved the ones up to that time yes? What about all the others afterward?" He shrugs at the idea, dismissing it. He then turns and looks to the boy who is shooting at those people outside and those passing by. He ends up grinning, "There you go. A good gun hand. I'll feel safer with someone who can handle his iron young one." He chuckles softly, and opens his vest, to show off his tomahawk and knife, "I'll back you up." He nods and gives the boy a wink. He nods towards Sergio, "Wise words. Good words. No child should be chided for having fun." He gives Sergio a look of thanks for understanding.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Jordan Quinn

The long haired Canadian came jogging down from the dorms. Book bag slung over his shoulder, in time to see Henry and Oscar, Oscar being held on Henry's shoulder. He blinks and laughs, "Okay that's a sight to see!" He grins and hurries to get to class. Waving to Nikolay as he passes with a grin, "Morning!" He shouts as he jogs on. "Gotta get to class before the Prof. gets there!" He slid around a corner and then slid a few feet into the class, waving his hands to the side and shouted, "Safe!" Chuckling to himself and looking around, spotting Jeimseu and Pablo, at it again. Henry and Oscar having beat him there and just behind him Nikolay, "Alright...I'm not the last one!" He then makes for his seat.

Just another day right? He hoped so outside of what ever the staff had planned with that visit. He looks around the room, not at all sure what to expect in the coming hours of the day. But this here, is a good start to it.