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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

You may or may not be able to figure out Archer.

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Let's get crackalackin'.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Write

Black Scene — Dorm Management

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None of us really knew what to do with that conclusion, unfortunately. It was like we all expected eachother to have the next word. It was all Jericho could do to muster an "I guess", all Bianca could do to nod and shrug before returning to a more muted smile as she nursed her soup, and all Skye could do to...

Wait, where was Skye? Was she lost, maybe? I've been navigating halls and school campuses all my life, so I understand how to pinpoint landmarks and distinctive factors between nearly-uniform buildings in style and structure— However, we couldn't say the same for our new faunus teammate, a veteran of the backwoods and neophyte in civilization.

Urbanization, that is to say. What we in developed areas consider "civilization". Good civilization, unlike gacha. Not that rurality is necessarily bad civilization.

At any rate, if she didn't show up soon, we were gonna have to get ahold of her. Despite the pause seeming like ages, it really hadn't been, so a little more benefit of doubt wasn't out of the question.

I surged forward thusly, offering the Atlesian a hand and a smile. As the most senior member, it pretty much fell to me to make this one official.

"Well, welcome aboard. Here's hoping we stick together long enough to get to know eachother this time, yeah?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

We’ve seen it all around here

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

I'd like to swipe Archer, please.

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

Sounds spicy, being in Church territory.

@Black Keys

There's so much to unpack here

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

I'm down to clown, of course.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Write

Black Scene — Dorm Management

This guy...

I felt the corners of my mouth tighten and my gaze narrow beneath a furrowed and pensive brow as he met Bianca's eyes, and then mine in turn. Had we not built up any goodwill in the past three days? If it were anyone else, it'd be hard to believe, but whether I bought it or not...

"Yeah, well, don't push yourself."

I couldn't say I was surprised either way. This was always the side he'd showed us on the cruise, albeit a bit more professionally— But I knew there were hints of something more underneath. He could have fun. He could loosen up. Even around us, the unfamiliar replacements, he could do it if we twisted his arm the right way.

Hopefully, it would just take less than always splashing his face, mercilessly, to pull it out.

I walked through and slung my backpack onto my bed, before turning back and folding my arms. I was being a little unreasonable to expect sunshine and roses and friendship immediately out of him, especially after it'd been a long day for all of us, but I still had to lay out ground rules. Chiefly amongst them, not touching my stuff.

I stood in front of my quadrant, a stalwart guardian. I held a steady gaze, regarding the Atlesian with the steely eyes of my homeland. I had drawn a line in the sand, ready to defend my belongings with valor and conviction—

I sighed. It came out through the nose, like a slow release of pressure that reflected in the tension through my shoulders and entire body, and I slid an eye over to... Wow, my most senior teammate now.

"And I'll say the same to you, too. Don't go and hurt yourself, Bianca."

The wonton broth smells extremely appetizing, don't get me wrong, but you need to blow on it first when it's still this fresh! Believe me, I get it! The stock used for the broth is amazing, the shrimp shells, pork bones, and dried flounder flakes all came together into a great, savory and unctuous base of umami that beautifully played against the neutral taste and chewy texture of the wrapper, and accentuated the meats within, almost as well as a bowl of proper ramen or udon from home, but in the same manner, you needed to exercise caution when it's still piping hot!

Blow, blow, then savor!

"And don't hurt your bottomless wallet either. Seriously, a projector?" I asked in muted amazement, glancing around the ceiling for the thing before my eyes settled back upon the group.

...Speaking of piping hot, I ignored the burns healing from my first bite—when did I grab this bowl?—and gave my own answer to Jericho.

"Leadership's in a bit of flux with him gone. I haven't been told anything about a promotion, and Bianca and Skye are both nearly as new around here as you are, so..."

The "J" in "Jericho" did slot perfectly into "Jumpercable". This had to be Ozpin's strategy, since I doubted I'd done anything to suggest leadership capability. After all, I barely scraped by getting in and could hardly keep myself in line— let alone three other qualified peers.

"It looks like you're it, buddy."

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Sterling Johnson

"I like 'em. They're smart dudes. They remember things forever, man."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Write

Hey guys what's going on in he—

To preface, I should have seen it coming. After the harrowing trials of Friday's mission, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of him once. The weekend was understandable on that front, of course, given that I'd been tossed out of the S-Ranked frying pan and into the high seas fire with about two or three hours of downtime between them—

But Family Day should have tipped me off.

And if not that, through some strange coincidence of scheduling and itineraries not matching up between my supercharged family and whomever might have came from his orphanage, then his total absence from the room and classes all through today should have easily clued even an imperceptive sod like yours truly into the simplest of facts:

Jack Orpheus was no longer here.

"Ah," I grunted in mild surprise.

Our lackadaisical, capricious, and lightning-quick leader had quietly packed his things and left. His space had always been rather spartan compared to mine, to say nothing of even a first-day Bianca Nuit's, but it had never been quite so barren as it was when we'd woke and broke for our lessons. He didn't have much, but what he did have made it very clearly his. Even it being orderly, when owned by someone with a nature so lax as his, was a break from normalcy—

So, if I was any good at paying any sort of attention, I might have been able to see something like this coming.

"Jericho..?"

The Atlesian operative, all 185 brooding and mysterious centimeters of him, was standing outside my open doorway with his patent guarded and carefully neutral expression, surrounded by the smell of food that wafted from within.

Hm. I knew he'd transferred since I saw him in Gym, but what was he doing loitering around my room for? Maybe whatever Bianca'd put together lured him here?

Well, no. His back was turned. Not even Jer Piper would just turn his back on food that was, let's face it, more than likely freely offered. Especially not quality seafood like what my nose was telling me.

Hmm. Maybe lost? It was a new venue and all, and as such it could be disorienting for anyone who had just moved in, even if I was sure he knew how to quickly get the lay of the land. He could be making that face to mask nerves because he didn't want to ask for help— However unlikely that seemed. He didn't care for posture that much.

How strange.

“Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.” Bianca called in that syllable-stretching way of hers.

How peculiar.

“Are you… Moving in?”

How intriguing.

"Nope."

...

...

... After a second's deliberation, he did an about-face and walked inside, not having noticed my presence in the slightest.

"Yes."

"Eh?"

Hold on! Hold on, hold on, hold on!

Stop!

Pause!

I blinked twice before starting off after him, bursting into the doorframe just as he was sitting down.

"Oi, leave that TV alone! It went through hell with me!"

What on Earth were the odds at play here?! First we meet an Atlesian Double-O pastiche on a cruise trip who just happened to be our age, got roped into foiling an assassination plot with him, and now he was replacing our latest vacancy on this revolving door of a team?!

And moreover, weren't you going to be a Flapjack?

He was grumpy about the name and everything!

Is the Headmaster just shuffling a deck of students every two hours?

How were we even supposed to stay cohesive like this?!