Professor Port was rambling on to his audience of a small number of students, when he got the message. He stopped as he looked down at the Scroll, bringing relief to his victims. They seemed to be doing rather well, if they had already found Grimm activity so soon after starting. Although he was curious why Miss Schwarz didn't just tell the rest of the team. Without delay, he forwarded her message to the rest of her team's Scrolls, then carried on his story telling. The group of 7, still silently deciding what to do, got Schwarz's message. Nodding, they journeyed Northwest to reunite and continue their objective.
The Beowolf was moving away rather quickly, but Schwarz was able to keep up with it. Silently, too. Only a few times had it stopped to sniff the area, suspecting something, maybe in the back of its mind, but never resolving anything conclusive. It trekked on through the trees, to return to its pack. It emerged from the edge, now running briskly Eastward. After following it outside of the trees, she noticed off in the distance several ruined structures and foundations. The rest of the team had arrived, quickly noticing the Beowolf running into the town as they got closer.
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I.... shoulda maybe checked this out sometime ago XD
Also, I think Zombehs has pretty much forgotten/abandonned this, so...
Much to Schwarz's dismay, there didn't seem to be any Grimm lurking in the sea of trees. At least, from what she could tell. Although there was little wildlife in the surrounding area, the rustling of leaves strangely louder due to absence of other sounds. Finally, something. A snapping of a twig, more than enough to give a tell of something moving. It was followed by more rustling and breaking of branches. Whispers and discussion could be heard. Students. Kael was having worse luck, his attempt to detect anything else only proved fruitless, as the only sounds he could hear were verified by his sight; other students moving about.
Schwarz then detected something else, further off. It was silent, it was slowly moving, a beast in the shadows. A Grimm, a rather weathered Beowolf, most likely older. It was alone, which was an odd sight, considering they usually travel in packs. Still though, a single Grimm was better than none. The Grimm sniffed the air, then growled softly in Schwarz's direction. Then turned to the direction she heard the other students. Weighing its options, it returned into the forest, away from the cluster of humans.
The rest of the class continued like that, some students skeptical about leaving or taking part in the art, while others didn't seem to mind it, with few who actually left the class. The Professor was slightly discouraged, but didn't mind it overall. Some of the art pieces they were creating were quite interesting, too. He was even tempted to make something himself, but decided against it, as it may end up as him showing off. The bell rang again, notifying the end of first class.
The second classroom, Professor Port's, didn't seem much different than the last, same general size and layout, only detailed drawings with information on Grimm, and plenty of stuffed Grimm trophies. A few dark cages were off in the corner, too. An old man, one who had seen many years of combat, was there awaiting them. "Welcome, future Hunters and Huntresses, to Grimm Studies! Luckily for you, this happens to be the most exciting and interesting class of them all as we delve into the secrets of the unknown, the Grimm! Why, I myself have had several discoveries with them, such as the time I..." The Professor droned on about some story for a while. "And after I had disabled its stinger- Oh, forgive me. The assignment for today is simple. We will be departing to just past the city limits to observe Grimm action and behavior. After all, experience is the best teacher. Take a look at myself, whom blah blah blah blah..."
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After arriving via the airship, they found themselves in an environment that seemed peaceful, some trees, plenty of hills and highlands, a few caves, even some rundown structures. For extra protection, they were grouped into parties of 8, in case they run into anything they can't handle. "Now, this session isn't about combat, its about investigation. But safety should always be priority. If you feel overwhelmed by the number or forces you may come upon, flee as best you can, or fire off an emergency flare. Good luck, and happy hunting! Aahhh, hunting. Reminds me of the time..."
There didn't seem to be any Grimm in the surrounding area. A trail seemed to pass by some of the abandoned houses, various markings of combat, not all human, littered about. The caves also seemed suspicious, and the quiet of the nearby woods also showed promise. But, they would have to decide as a group of 8, not just 4 this time.
Prof. Rirahk glanced around, proud of the class he was in charge of. It seemed everyone had lightened up and was happy or enjoying themselves. With a few exceptions. Although those exceptions might come to change, with time. For now, his job was- SLAM. The sound of hands brought down on the table, nearly smashing it, startled everyone. To their surprise, it was the calm and meek Saurodrinn, not usually one for breaking rules. "I've had enough of this. Are you saying this class is for fooling around? We are to be the future Hunters and Huntresses to protect the world, and you have us doing arts and crafts?!?" He clenched his fists in anger, before heading out the door. "I'm going to do something more worthwhile with my time."
And with that, the student was gone. The Professor now had time to recover from his surprise. Certainly, some students wouldn't like his idea of class, but to go this far? The hesitation was apparent on his expression, as he watched the students again. They were whispering among themselves, some nodding in agreement to what the student had said. "If you agree, then you may go with him." Prof. Rirahk said to them, recovering his calm composure, a faint smile on his face. "While its true this class doesn't teach much in the ways of combat, I feel it is still important in the lives of all to have some relief of dread from battle. This class isn't to prepare you for combat, its to relieve you of stress from combat. If you think you are better off without this, then you may follow after him."
The students were gradually warming up to the idea of "free period", given that they had tools to do as they please and busy themselves with. Even one Faunus who looked the angstiest of them all was occupied with something. Prof. Rirahk took an interest in that as well, but decided to leave him be. Stuff like that would require concentration. Looking around, almost everyone was busy doing something. Some, like Miss Nacht, showed potential with art, while others seemed to be terrible, but were enjoying themselves anyway. Such as young Leona, who was happily doodling stick figures and childish drawings, clearly not high on the art skill spectrum.
Chuckling to himself, he was surprised that his plan had gone all right. The students just had to preoccupy themselves with something, anything that required their craftwork, and bam. They were learning. He barely had to do anything. Which made it all the more fun, seeing as he could scour and see what some of the others were doing. Satisfied, he left them all to their handiwork and sat on his desk, wondering what kind of artistic creation he should make next.
The echoing groans immediately notified the professor that his class was an unfavored one. "Well, well. I'm afraid you're all stuck here for now, so might as well do something crafty with your hands! In the cupboards you should hopefully find everything you'll need for whatever kind of art you wish to create, be it sculpting, painting, sketching, anything! Just do something, and have fun doing it! Better yet, show me what you can make, to the best of your abilities!" Satisfied, he watched as the students haplessly got to work, the smile never fading.
One girl seemed to be doing something unusual, which sparked his interest. Like a child with his face to an oven watching a cake, he peered into the detailed carvings in the clay. Prof. Rirahk was excited and curious, his favorite combination. Then, it enflamed, turning into a flute, almost like glass. He whistled in astonishment. "Excellent work, Miss Nacht. Love the technique. Whatever fits your taste, I suppose, although utilizing only your hands is recommended." He glanced happily at what all the other students were doing and creating. "Here in this art class, there is no quota, no assignments, nothing. You just use your hands and your imagination for whatever you please. It doesn't matter what you make, honestly, but how you make it. Were you swift and precise? Or were you patient and skillful? But most of all, were you having fun?"
*SPLAT* resonated in the classroom, a cheeky student had thrown a small bomb at Prof. Rirahk, hitting him in the side of the face. It seems said student composed it of green paint bundled in paper mache. Stifled laughter was everywhere, but the professor seemed to laugh with them. "Well done! Now you're learning what art class truly is about! Fun and pleasure, no matter the cost! Speaking of cost-" He had grabbed some of the paint which had splattered across his hair and face, then whipped it back at the unfortunate victim. "And all is well again! Carry on."
**NPC: Student**
Name: Zyramos Blaist
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
[mugshot](http://cloud-4.steampowered.com/ugc/48738088235946786/73CB7FB9A96255AC928A4A5D706ECD8D0BE5D7DA/)
Personality: Zyramos is spirited and fiery, if anything. She loves a good fight, and even has her own rule of standards that she believes all who fight should follow by. While they may seem cruel, she sees them as just, accepting them if she were to meet the short end of the stick. Optimistic and almost always socializing with people in order to spur an honorable fight, she can fit into almost any crowd, until she starts talking about combat. She can't help it, its one of her greatest passions. Although stubborn and illogical, Zyramos remains friendly and energetic in almost all situations.
Weapons: Pogankrii: A massive and cruelly shaped battle axe, her weapon of choice is indeed deadly and intimidating. It folds up into a somewhat large and heavy batch of metal that attaches to the back of her waist for convenience, but can whip it out into full form in almost a second, a quality to her liking. Although it is suited and crafted only for close combat, it is still a force to be reckoned with. Those that fought her suggested fighting her at a distance, although she is capable of closing it somewhat quickly.
Semblance: Lycanthropy: Zyramos can take on the form of a werewolf, completely in black fur with an odd, simplified symbol in silver fur on her back. In this form, she is a little bigger than a common Beowolf, but with an astonishing amount of power and agility, while endurance relies purely on her hunger. In this form, Zyramos becomes more rabid, kicking into her natural most basic survival instincts, causing her attacks to be sloppier but stronger.
Strengths: Extremely strong in close combat, resistant to pain and swift, a mighty foe in battle. She can be brash, assertive and blunt, but usually energetic and friendly, always up for a fight.
Weaknesses: Battle thirsty, Zyramos can go overboard in any fight, often not stopping in a simple practice fight until forced to by staff on hand. Careless and ignorant to any harm to her, and usually others, seeing injury as an opportunity.
Theme Song: [All Nightmare Long](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeE1Y8S6jVc)
**NPC: Student**
Name: Aashaln Fiaron
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Aashaln has strangely pale skin, slightly messy hair that extends down to his shoulders that seems to contain varying shades of grey, though it is not often seen as he wears a hood at all times. His eyes are an extremely unusual shade of orange, which seem to resonate with a sense of indifference with a strange tinge of subtle anger. He is garbed completely in thick, slightly baggy leather clothing, straps here and there to ensure nothing comes loose.
Personality: Aashaln is very unusual. It's like he prefers to not exist, just be a silent observer, usually ignoring most who attempt conversation with him. He keeps to himself most of the time, but when with friends, he's almost always wise but strangely distant at the same time. Its a sight that's too rare, but he does laugh and smile at times, although his thoughts are almost never so cheerful. Despite this, he's not a pessimist. If asked if a glass is half empty or half full, he would always answer "It's at half capacity.". His serious nature is another thing which drives most people off.
Weapons: Red Dust: His main weapon of choice is Dust. He utilizes dust to conjure two identical and unusually shaped short [swords](http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/302/3/4/my_first_weapon_creation__daedric_sword__by_sh4de17-d5jcrww.png), which can remorph almost instantly and combine into a [bow](http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120512225549/elderscrolls/images/e/ef/Daedricbowskinned.png). The ammunition is more dust, so he has to restock rather often.
Semblance: Ignite: Aashaln can ignite and cover in flame any part of his body, clothing, or weaponry without damaging them. He uses this mainly to burn projectiles as they fly towards him, waving his arm while enflaming it, leaving a trail of fire, while also igniting his arrows as they depart, and his swords as he attacks. He will overload it, causing his entire body to go up in flames of intense heat, though he can only do this for a short time.
Strengths: Focused, swift, and extremely lethal and damaging in combat. Although he never shows it, he is helpful and insightful to others, he is almost always supportive and encouraging of others, though he still maintains the serious demeanor.
Weaknesses: Fragile and unstable, will often end up hurting his teammates, though he tries his best not to. Too harsh and serious, very poor social skills.
Theme Song: [Fires Far](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-8vp4akcPc)
**NPC: Student**
Name: Saurodrinn Penanse
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Saurodrinn is a giant, tall and strong. He is almost always garbed in a heavy cuirass with metal gauntlets and greaves, fair skin and a noble face, blue eyes filled with devotion and duty. Saurodrinn's brown hair is combed back and tied in a small ponytail, with 5 o'clock shadow which he refuses to shave off completely. Battle scars are scattered across his body, though almost all of them are hidden beneath golden and black clothing and silvery white armor.
Personality: Saurodrinn is a good hearted individual, once you get past the harsh front of a warrior. He believes in justice and nothing else, but because of this his view can become shrewd in other's eyes. Polite and calm, proud and selfless, but he never becomes emotionally attached to anything, including friends. Still, he is honest and kind with those close to him, and his trust is placed most in his weapons. Always on guard, always ready for anything, he never really settles down, despite the fact that he would say he never needs to.
Weapons: Judgement and Verdict: His sword, which he has deemed Divine Verdict, is a great sword he can wield one handedly with his immense strength. Sometimes, he will choose to wield it with both hands, for better speed, force, and overall control. There isn't much else thats special about it aside from the fact that it retracts greatly for easier carrying. His shield, Divine Judgement, however, is a truly unique shield. It has multiple curved spikes on the face, while it is large, heavy and durable. Utilizing dust, he can launch the entire shield, except for the handle, of which it is tethered to. Saurodrinn can also retract the shield, or, with the use of his semblance, send himself to where his shield is grappled.
Semblance: Magnify Friction: Saurodrinn can heavily fortify the friction between two touching objects to become near inseparable. He uses this mainly to technically glue his feet to the ground to prevent being knocked back, while also utilizing it on his shield when he fires it off, attaching it to a wall allowing himself to move there as if it were a hookshot. It can also be used to make climbing much easier, even potentially wall walking. He can magnify the friction between two surfaces on a maximum of 3 different targets at once.
Strengths: Saurodrinn is extremely strong and durable, possesses great endurance, and is skilled with the sword and shield and greatswords. He's also loyal to friends, selfless, obstinate and not almost impossible to deceive.
Weaknesses: Slow movements and attacks, easily read and predicted. He is also rather narrow minded, stubborn and arrogant.
Theme Song: [Soul Society](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDubchjrz1I)
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