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Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Sorry for being completely radio silent the last week, college had started up again and I was getting back into the swing of things.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Daichi sighed as Mori left to search for more people to add to their afterschool shindig. Daichi mentally reminded himself that he should probably try and keep it to a small gathering rather than a party - the Club President was usually a miser, so any charity that she offered to anyone shouldn't be abused. And he ended up telling Mori to bring as many people as he wanted...

"If he actually gets a bunch of people, the Prez is gonna kill me..."

No one really paid Daichi mind as he said that - the Repair Club only really took notice of him when they needed his AED, his IES, or when one of his friends stopped by for help with something. Not that he really minded, of course. Daichi was perfectly fine with being a Gray Man, especially in a school as crazy as this. Standing out was like being a nail, and every single student could be a potential hammer - therefore, the only smart option is to have as many hammers on your side as possible, and to blend in with everyone else.

At least, that's what Daichi told himself as he sat by himself in the clubroom. Normally he'd go and check in with his mother's office, but that was on the opposite side of the school from his next class. One of the easiest ways to start a fight was to bump into someone, and Daichi didn't want to take any potential risks that increased the odds of bumping into a high-ranker.

A few kids were standing by the window, watching a fight that was going down outside. All Daichi saw was a red cylinder, like a bat or something - he couldn't really care less. He walked out, only keeping note of where the fight was occurring in order to avoid the crowd that would form. Mori's plan to construct an announcers booth out of his AED seemed to be interesting, but in all honesty, would probably only cause the losers to start targeting him - and bailing his friend out of something like that would be pretty difficult...

Daichi paused in the empty hallway. Was Mori a friend? Or merely an acquaintance? He chose to keep walking, scoffing at himself for being so worried about that. They weren't extremely close, but the fact that Daichi was willing to help him if Mori got in trouble was enough to prove that they were at least friends, even if they weren't the closest.

Daichi's thoughts were bothered yet again as he heard the shouting of some girl. Looking through the front windows of the main building were all Daichi needed to confirm the owner of the voice - Yume Fukano. She was almost an antithesis to Daichi's stance on issues regarding the school, and while he tried to be friendly, he couldn't really consider them close friends. They shared a few classes since they were both first years, but other than knowing her name and a few of her eccentric mannerisms, Daichi didn't really know her too well. She was standing between one of the many delinquents enrolled in the school and... someone's dad? Daichi didn't really feel comfortable that there was some middle-aged man on campus, but considering Fukano was defending him, he was probably her older brother, or uncle, or something.

Daichi chose to duck below the windows and quickly crouch run until he was out of view from the conflict. The delinquents were volatile, but Daichi was fairly neutral with most of them - whenever they pressured him to make them cigarettes, they usually left him alone for a few days. He didn't want to risk ruining the symbiosis they had by being on the scene when they had the tar kicked out of them. Fukano wasn't some super martial artist, but the delinquents in this school weren't much to talk about - it was only recently that they started smarting up and forming a club to get more benefits from the school system.

This place is a hellscape - already walked by two fights, and that's better than usual...

After what felt like an eternity, Daichi finally made it to his next class. There were quite a few minutes until lunch period was over, but coming early meant that he wouldn't get slowed down in the inevitable flood of students that would come with the lunch bell. Daichi scanned over the classroom - the teacher was absent for now, and other than a few other early students, all the items in the room seemed in good condition. Daichi slid into his seat and put his blue school bag onto the floor, pulling out his needed books and the homework from last class as he did so. This class was World History, which he wasn't very exuberant about, but he didn't hate either. The teacher was nice at least, if a bit too passionate about his job - the kind of guy that would probably be a much better fit at an elementary school rather than a battle school.

Daichi pulled out his phone and played with it a bit - he didn't play any games on it since he felt mobile games were actually disgusting, unlike many of his peers, but he did enjoy chatting with people he knew on Line and exploring online message boards. It was a lot easier to stand out online when there wasn't a constant threat of someone attacking you.

Daichi wasn't really feeling it today, so he put his phone back into his pocket. The whole 'keep secrets from the Student Council' thing with Mori was really disturbing him. The Student Council were actually insane for enforcing this absurd battle system, but they were insane and crazy strong. Hiding something from them, even if it is just a personal project that they had no right being a part of, just seemed like a recipe for disaster. Normally Daichi wouldn't really care too much since he was only going to provide materials, but Mori was his friend...

Now wasn't the time to be worrying about that. Daichi had managed to survive his way to class - now he just needed to focus and get a good grade, like any normal student at any normal school. Daichi chose to use some of his remaining lunchtime to double-check his History homework, rather than just stare at a half-filled blackboard.

Goblins

@Aristocles

Clelk managed to get a few swings into his work when the same warrior from before ran up to him, calling out to Clelk. Clelk immediately stopped, not wanting to risk a distraction and breaking the bar, which would result in another hour or so of work reforging. It took a solid 5 seconds before Clelk managed to recognize this warrior - they had talked at length about making an Iron sword and Clelk spitballed some costs in order to get the goblin to leave him alone. He didn't expect Cyrus to actually collect all of the pelts since that took a level of self-discipline that most goblins lacked.

"Clelk! I have the pelts! I can give you half now if you start on the sword!"

Clelk set down his hammer and quickly jogged towards the approaching warrior, gently rubbing his meaty hands on the soft fur of the pelts. Even with half of them, Clelk would make up most of what his pot cost him, and the other half would put him well on his way to purchasing some other human knick-knack.

"My, if it isn't Cyrus! Glad to see that you are eager to begin our little agreement... By the way, did you know a sword is one of the most metal-intensive things I can forge?"

Even if the pelts were enough to cover his expenses for a while, Clelk knew that his services were valuable. Why settle for less when he could maximize his profits on what is, admittedly, a bigger project?

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to replenish my stores easily, especially considering how far the human village is, and how heavy Iron can be... I mean, I'm no powerful warrior after all!"

Clelk didn't expect Cyrus to trade for metal with the humans, and the thought that Cyrus could find the ore himself was laughable. Clelk had no idea where to find Iron since the village had no real supply or mine to draw from. No, instead this was an attempt at something that would only benefit Clelk, rather than the tribe as a whole.

"It might ease my consciousness using so much Iron if you could do something for me - would probably motivate me to work a lot faster too... If you ever find anything that looks human-made or some shiny rocks, I'd really appreciate you showing me before anyone else. And bringing some dry wood to me every now and then would be nice."

Clelk honestly thought he could have gone for more, but considering too high of a price might cause the warrior to ask his old master for the sword, Clelk chose to settle for less. The goblin was getting much older, and while he still worked the forge, his new apprentices were the ones doing the heavy lifting of the metals. Adding onto the old man's workload, even if unintentionally, would really be something that Clelk would regret.

Besides, even if he only managed to convince the warrior to gather wood for him, that was a major chore taken care of - leaving plenty of time to laze about, or even work on something if he felt like it.

Goblins

@Aristocles
None that I can really think of at the moment, but I'll PM you or ping you in OOC if I can think of any.

Goblins

Will get a post out sometime tomorrow.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

"Do you know who the person your mother wanted to meet is? If we can find them then we will be able to find your mother!"

This was asked after the gargantuan colossus had put the two squirmings, uncomfortable and frightened children back down onto the street. Having been released from the clutches of the giant, the little girl now half-hid behind her brother, holding onto his arm for dear life. She didn't look like she was going to cry anymore, and the sudden release of the two youngsters had caused the crowd of increasingly suspicious people to disperse. Somewhat. Slightly.

"Uhm... M-mom had us help carry the baskets." The boy stammered. "There were sheets in them, for someone in a big house... Mom does their laundry... I think." He explained nervously, trying his best to regain whatever composure a child could manage in the face of El Gigante.

"The people there are strange.." Said the girl, hoarsely and barely audible from behind her brother's back. The boy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they all have mean faces and carry around dangerous stuff, like knives and bigger knives!" The boy gestured with his hands and arms to emphasize the difference between just a knife and a much bigger knife. "Mom always told us not to talk with them... But one of them came up and started speaking with us, we got scared... So we-"The boy paused. "We got scared and ran. 'Cause mom was in the house, giving back the things... We thought we could run away, and come back before she left... But she never came out, or we missed her... We looked, but couldn't find her." The explanation was graspable if a bit haphazard and all over the place.

"The house is over that way." The girl pointed with her free hand, towards the north-east part of the city.

"Perfect! Let's hurry off then!"

As soon as the child pointed in the direction of the house, Torran immediately started walking that way, only keeping a slow enough pace for the children to keep up. Despite the prospect of their being knives and 'bigger knives' in the house, Torran seemed completely unbothered. Whether that was because he had experience being around a lot of weaponry, or he was just too dull to pay attention to the fact there are armed people in the building is anyone's guess. As he walked down the road, making a large path through the crowd thanks to his massive dimensions, Torran realized he should probably be dispensing some wisdom to these children, as the adventurer he met last night did to him.

"You know, you should never run away from adults - after all, they only want what's best for you!"

Sure, the descriptions of the people in this house seemed a bit dreary and rough, but in Torran's mind, this was surely just children being intimidated by bigger adults than they were used to. After all, these children seemed a little bit like scaredy cats - they were scared of being only 6 feet or so off the ground! As such, Torran completely ignored that there may be dangerous criminals inside of the building, and continued on his way to the house, speaking to the siblings as he did so.

"You must be excited to see your Mother again - a few years ago, I couldn't be without my parents for a few hours without being scared. You two sure are tough!"

While the gargantuan Boaz was making an effort to walk slowly, what was considered slow to him was, in fact, a very brisk pace for two youngsters who had not yet fully grown their legs. Having to almost jog to keep up with the lumbering mass, who was strangely swift and good at clearing a path through a crowd, the two siblings did what they could to stay with him.

The words that blurted out of the fellow's mouth were none too comforting, nor particularly uplifting - as such, the two children only listened, rather than respond. After all, despite being kids, even they could tell that their mother was likely not at the house anymore, since quite a while had passed since their separation. Still, with the big, hulking fellow by their side, even the knife-wielding scary people of that house may be willing to at least tell them in what direction their mother had gone... Maybe?

After a little bit of walking, with no rest or breathers to speak of, the trio finally arrived. A large, dark-colored building of wood, stone, and brick, with dark blue-colored roof tiles and a tall, black iron fence with spiked poles, surrounding the entire compound. There was a gate, but it had been shut and seemed locked, and nobody could be seen in the courtyard or immediately outside the fence or gate. At least, nobody wielding big knives, or even bigger knives.

"Th-this is it." Said the boy, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath from the power-walk he had just had to endure to get here. "Mo-Mother went in there to- to hand back their laun... laundry."

"Wha- What now...?" The girl squeaked, tired and teary-eyed.

Torran stared at the building with a relatively benign expression. It didn't look like anything special, and he wasn't really expecting anything dangerous in the first place - he simply saw it as another large building that was in the city. More interesting than the building were the people residing within it. Torran always thought that doing laundry was difficult, but his mother had helped him a lot in learning how to properly clean and dry it... So why did the people here not know how? Perhaps they never learned properly?

Torran never really thought about the fact that they could just be paying someone to do something they simply didn't want to do, and that there was no real hidden meaning behind the action. He decided not to ask about their laundry habits, instead looking at the two children as they spoke.

"Well, now we just have to knock and ask them where your mother is! I'm sure they'll know, adults know a lot of things..."

Torran lied - despite being an adult, he didn't know much at all, and he was well aware of that fact. Most other adults knew many things, like how his mother knew how to cure a cold with warm soup, and his father knew how to tell where a scar or bruise would form. He tried to dismiss this line of thinking, as it always saddened him greatly. To distract himself, he walked up to the door and knocked.

After a short amount of time it opened, and Torran launched into explaining his presence.

"Hello, sir! I found these children on the street, and they said their mother was here earlier - do you know where she could be?"

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@RoflsMazoy
I was thinking girl, but it really doesn't matter too much.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

"I don't think you understand, Daichi. We don't need another building. This'll do fine."

Daichi was slightly perplexed at this - He wanted a mech, but was gonna stick with something small enough to fit in the classroom and leave through the door? Wasn't that more like Power Armor? Not that there was a problem with that - speed and power were extremly important at Shiroyama, so power armor would definitely help a fighter. Whatever the case, Daichi probably was overestimating Mori's goals here - few people had plans big enough that they needed to involve the Club President, so jumping straight to that was probably pretty foolish in retrospect.

"I don't think I want the Student Council finding out about this either."

Now that was more difficult for Daichi to wrap his head around - why? The Student Council, excluding the president who somehow thought making children fight was a good idea, had always seemed pretty reasonable to Daichi. They were kind of controlling to the Repair Club, but as long as their quotas were met, they never really caused any problems. Why did Mori not want to get help from them, or even let them know what was happening?

"Two words, Getter Robo."

That was a bit confusing to Daichi for several seconds - why mention an anime and manga series from the 70's? Then it came together.

"Oh, like a combining robot thing? That sounds pretty cool!"

Daichi tried thinking for a few more seconds, but eventually gave up on the matter, and just addressed his concerns directly.

"But why hide it from the Student Council? It doesn't really seem necessary if you ask me - I doubt they'll regulate it or anything. Plus I don't know how we'll get the funds otherwise - I can clone stuff, but I still need an original copy..."

@RoflsMazoy

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Torran paused his march down the street as the boy began yelling for his attention. The small children were still distressed, despite his best attempts to placate them. He immediately removed them from his shoulders, seeing as the girl was on the verge of tears - she obviously was afraid of heights, and the sudden rise clearly frightened her. Torran was absolutely appalled at his lack of grace regarding the situation, not thinking of such an obvious fear for a child to have. In fact, Torran was also afraid of heights - he's just used to being tall, unlike the little girl! Torran was completely oblivious to the whispers that started going through the nearby crowd, and the fact that both children were merely frightened by the fact that a complete stranger was trying to take them somewhere by force.

But this presented a big dilemma to Torran. He had to find a Familia, and while his previous idea of looking for their mother and a Familia at the same time was absolutely genius, it now had a big hole in the fact that these children were scared of being as tall as Torran was. But then how in the world could Torran manage to find a Familia? It was honestly baffling. But then, a stroke of incredible intellect struck the lumbering man, and he immediately questioned the children.

"Do you know who the person your mother wanted to meet is? If we can find them then we will be able to find your mother!"

Perfectly deduced - as soon as Torran found this mystery person, he could hand the children off to them, and proceed on his quest to find a Familia that will accept him. Not as elegant as his previous plan, but Torran couldn't immediately think how fear in heights would cause the plan to fail.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Daichi frowned slightly at the comment of his lack of friends - in Daichi's opinion, his large number of friends was the only exceptionally unordinary part about his life, and for good reason. He needed friends to stay safe in this school, and the more he had, the fewer people would try to be picking fights with him.

"Yes, I have friends! In fact, I think I'm popular."

That last part was a blatant lie - Daichi was known due to his repair skills and the fact that he can just clone matter. Other than that, all his friends fit snugly into the 'loser' section of high school, excluding a few people on some sports teams and one of the kids from the music club. Still, no sense in trying to at least establish a veneer of coolness - wasn't it an ordinary person's goal to be popular?

Mori plugged the microphone into his cart, and Daichi cringed slightly at the crackling that followed it. He was worried that Mori would say something and distract everyone, but luckily, the other teenager just pushed his repaired cart into his own shadow and returned to a normal standing position.

God Daichi was jealous of that - he could just turn stuff weightless! That would be extremely useful, especially for someone like Daichi who has to lug around lots of prepared tools to be useful in a fight.

"I guess I'll go to that Karaoke then. Send me the time, later on, are there gonna be other people from the club?"

Daichi smiled, glad that he finally managed to get another person to agree to the outing. To be completely honest, when the club president offered to take Daichi out for Karoke, he didn't know how to react - that was the nicest thing the normally greedy president ever did for him. Hell, he even said Daichi could bring a few friends along with him, which prompted him to ask Mori.

"So far it's just you, me and the Club President, but I'm going to try inviting one or two other people - you can invite someone too if you want!"

Daichi took a few more bites of food, finishing off the tray that he had brought with him from the cafeteria. Normally whenever he saw Mori he got some food from his snack cart, but lunchtime was a different story altogether.

"Oh, maybe we can invite one of the transfer students? They gotta be feeling pretty shy coming to a school like this - inviting them to hang out might ease the stress! I don't their names, but I can probably find out by asking around."

Talking to Mori was generally very relaxing - he sometimes talked shop that Daichi couldn't understand very well, considering he was just a generator and wasn't the most knowledgeable about mechanics, but other times they talked about the new cool anime that came out recently. And the Club President was always trying to get Mori to join the Repair club, especially considering how often the guy came around. But even if he intruded sometimes, he was always nice about it, and rarely asked anything ridiculous.

"Hey, do you want to try to make a mech?"

Daichi stopped drinking from the water bottle he was holding and started to cough slightly in response to Mori's question.

"A-a mech? Like from an anime or something? I mean... I'm sure guys from the club would be happy to help if you paid them somehow, and I'm always willing to lend a hand to a friend, but it really depends on how big it is."

Daichi paused forming a small action figure of a mech from a popular, long-running anime from his AED as a demonstration - he had the same action figure since childhood, and he kept the original in his bedroom.

"Like, if we wanted something like this, we'd kind of have a hard limit at 10 feet tall - we wouldn't be able to work on it in the classroom if it was bigger, and I don't know where we'd store it. I mean, unless you get the president to help, which you probably can - then we might be able to use the courtyard, appeal to the student council..."

Daichi paused as he thought.

"Hell, he's the club president - he could probably just make a new building to house it while we make it."

Daichi clapped his friend on the shoulder and laughed.

"That's all theory though -it would take a lot of time and resources to build and bribe some of the guys here. Definitely sounds possible though, and I'm always willing to lend a hand!"

@RoflsMazoy