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“A pleasure as always, Ms Ryuuko. It is my duty to exceed expectations when I can.” Franz replied to Ryuuko. He bowed his head slightly showing a sign of respect for his future colleague.

Franz was glad the others had assumed he was genuinely trying to defend Jeanne’s case. The matter of the fire witch’s mental stability had been the subject of many rumours. Even if the girl wasn’t lying, it isn’t certain that this ‘monster’ truly exists. In truth, Franz did not consider Jeanne innocent. The burning had definitely been caused by her and only some slim gaps in the evidence left a case open to contend. Franz had ulterior motives driving him.

But. There was one person who didn’t seem to buy what Franz’ had said. Jeanne herself. After his whole speech, Franz expected some sort of reaction. A request for his help or even just a look of desperation in her eyes. Franz got nothing as he had expected. Her voice was free of doubt and her eyes held a certainty to them. For all his ability to manipulate a correct response, it was like talking to a brick wall. Such certainty during a time when she is completely helpless speaks to an incredible devotion and belief. Devotion to what, Franz was not so sure.

But what if she was telling the truth? What if this Egoist monster did exist? Sure it didn’t dissuade Franz from his assumptions about the girl’s character. But it was worth looking into. If nothing else, it would help him have some hope of winning this case. In addition, the motives of such a beast could give him a better insight as to why Jeanne was a target.

“Yes, I believe some brunch is in order.” Franz proclaimed in response to Ms Bordeaux. “Although, I would like to address a small matter elsewhere, so I will join you all a bit later.” Franz turned his attention to Nazca. “I have heard about your clockwork avians. Would you be able to lend me one so I can find my way back when my business is concluded? I assume that is within your abilities, no?” He asked with a widening friendly grin.

With that concluded, Franz left the plaza and began making his way to the administrative buildings of Bermuda. Surely if such a beast were to exist, they would be on the student records. Perhaps there are a few French students who have a bone to pick with Ms Bordeaux as well. Maybe it could help get him some dirt on Robespierre. If this 'Egoist monster' ended up being fictional, a dirt throwing match was probably the best option.




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Leon would have loved to have written his own speech, he really would have. But he didn't only get this speech opportunity from the Revidian Doge, he also probably wouldn't have come to this school without him. Leon had a lot to be thankful for. So, when a Revidian messenger gave him his speech for the opening ceremony, he couldn't refuse. Besides being the first non-noble to do this was a big enough statement in itself. If he were to go too overboard with it, he would risk offending powerful people or even worse. Some jealous noble house could think it a good idea to slip a knife in his back. Leon valued the gifts of the Revidian Doge and more importantly, he valued his life. So he just read the words he was given.

If someone were to ask what Leon was trying to say when he accepted this, Leon would say 'it's up to your interpretation'. It would be the perfect answer really. Leon could say nothing about why he actually took it and the people would draw their own self-fulfilling meaning from it. Plain and simple. In truth, Leon had little to no clue why he did it. To disgrace nobles? No. To empower the common man? No. To lift his own ego? Close, but no. The reality was Leon didn't have a deeper meaning to it all. Sometimes statements can just be statements, empty of all meaning. Plus it's fun.



In the moments after the speech, there was a delay before they were allowed to ride. Administration delays or something, Leon didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, Leon admired his horse. An ivory Perrencian breed and a brilliant stallion at that. But most importantly, it was his horse. Leon pulled some strings to take his own horse in the parade, it matched the typical visuals of the leading horse so there was no issue. It meant a lot to him because this would likely be their last ride. Icarus was a travelling horse and had no business being locked in a stable while Leon spent his time away studying. After the parade, Leon would reluctantly hand him back to the caravan. It was for the best. So if this were to be their last ride together, it ought to be a good one. And Icarus was more than trained for the antics Leon had planned.

And they were off. Leon's horse took the first step through the gate, and the city exploded in celebration. Countless people cheering on the new students. Leon was in the front to see each and every one of the adoring masses. He gave out a cheery laugh as he tried to wave to them all. Beneath him, Icarus' training was put into action as he walked down the road with style and panache. Certainly, outside of silly noble traditions, Leon showed himself to be the perfect frontman for this parade.

Leon had his doubts at first, but he felt like he was home already. The large smile on his face grew even bigger by the minute.

It wasn't until he saw some familiar faces in the crowd did Leon decide to begin his actual show. They flew a yellow flag with a white sun on it so Leon could pick them out in the crowd. It was his caravan group, cheering to his right side. He gave a particularly big wave before his smile turned a bit more playfully devious. Taking his other hand off the reins Leon leaned back a little, entirely relying on Icarus' training to keep steady. Leon gazed toward the sky and extended his arms with a slight bend and palms raised sunward. Then, he began unleashing light into the air.

By no means did this look harmful to the crowd, Leon knew better control than that. Although, it certainly would have been startling to some. Multicoloured trails of light took to the sky like fireworks, but more defined so as to see them clearly in the day. While Leon started off with simple trails, he quickly transitioned into drawing shapes and then figures. Animals of light danced across the sky above him. At one point, a knight of yellow fought a dragon of red. Leon created tales of wonder and spectacle for the crowd to see without saying a word.

After only about three minutes, however, Leon stopped. He was a little out of breath after it all but could hide it well. Leon wasn't able to sunbathe quite enough this morning because of the parade preparation, plus solid light in the day sky was a draining feat. It was no wonder he couldn't hold it for too long. He was lucky to have ended on a finale rather than having it fizzle out.

Even if it looked like Leon would be running on low for the rest of the day, it was well worth it. He looked around to see even more cheering and some frozen in awe. But alas, it was back to smiling and waving. He still had a few roses to throw out after all. Leon requested extra.








hey this looks really cool. I'll make an application if there's still room after I've read through the setting



No reaction, the boy gave Franz no reaction. Not just being silent, but as if Robespierre was ignoring him. Surely there would be something, Franz thought. He wasn’t even particularly defending Jeanne, instead, more commencing a direct attack on Robespierre’s character. And still nothing. Although Franz could hide his emotions well, a sense of frustration had taken hold. Robespierre had made an enemy today. Looking around the volunteers, Franz surmised that he may not be the only one.

As Robespierre finished his speech, Franz feigned a smile and waved him off from the sandy remains of the stage. “Auf wiedersehen, Herr Robespierre!”

Robespierre finished his exit and Franz looked toward the crowd of volunteers. Ryuuko was an obvious volunteer and he wasn’t particularly surprised to see her there. Bang was a well-known celebrity and Franz was happy to have his help. Having him so firmly on the same side helped Franz overlook his inability to say ‘Steiner’. Franz smiled seeing Inti at the front and volunteering. Frankly, he didn’t expect to see the abya yalan boy so soon after the party.

Speaking of abya yalan, the final volunteer was Nazca Whitehall. She was an easily recognizable figure, few in the Occident wouldn’t have heard of her. A runaway princess adopted into a rich noble’s estate is the closest thing to a modern fairy tale you could get. Although the reputation of her Polymath skill had yet to reach Franz’s ears.

Bang looked in awful health, that was obvious enough. Franz wondered if he would be a suitable guard for someone as dangerous as Jeanne. Still, it was Bang’s voice that backed him up when he took the stage. “I am grateful for your help. I am unsure his highness would have retreated if not for your… more levelled approach. I assume I am talking to the famous Le Bang Kieu. My name is Steiner, Franz Steiner.” The ‘Steiner’ was slightly louder and spoken with crystal clear in its pronunciation. Franz reached out for a handshake.

That concluded, Franz turned to the still bound Jeanne. He made eye contact before drifting his view to the ashes of the library behind and then back to her. “You seem to be in quite the predicament, Miss Bordeaux. I will not insult your intelligence by claiming my actions are entirely selfless and noble. You know better. However, I am willing to help prove your innocence and even defend you at the trial if need be. The decision to accept is entirely up to you, of course. But other applicants seem to be sparse at best.”





Franz usually slept without trouble. For someone with a noisy mind, he found no issue drifting away into a calm, peaceful slumber. Which is why it caught him by surprise to wake up in need of catching his breath. It stunk in here, a far cry from what it was like that night. He could hear the vulgar language of other students coming from the hall.

It didn’t take long for Franz to put together what had happened. The fog had rolled in and drenched everything. Whoops.

Putting part of his shirt over his nose, Franz addressed Ryuuko. But he kept his voice quiet enough so only she could hear. “If I had known that it would turn out like this, I would have just spent the night outside” Franz joked. “If you are going to freshen up first, I’ll see what I can do about this mess.”

It had been quite a while since Franz had done any cleaning. In the Polymath academy, he was in the lap of luxury while he spent as much time as possible on his studies. Then again, it's not like he had to deal with prevailing nightly fog at the academy either.

It was time to put in some due effort. The housekeeping would likely clean up the mess later anyway, but it was a way to pass the time. Franz appreciated a clean room. A little bit of elbow grease and some very minor feats of Dynamicism made some quality progress before Ryuuko finally exited the bathroom. It still had a lot to go, but it was enough for now.

"Hey Franz, I'm going to go out and see what that announcement is all about. As for the room, well... We'll see later, I guess."
“Yes, I am quite interested in that announcement as well. But don’t let me hold you up, I’ll need you to fill me in on the details later if I’m late.” Franz stated as he begun packing away the cleaning tools and took out clothes from his bag.

"Anyway, I'll see you later!"

“Yes, see you later. Hopefully I’ll see you at the announcement if you don’t get lost in the crowd.”

Franz wished her goodbye before taking his time in the bathroom. He was thorough in washing himself. He would not disgrace himself with a sea stench as he went to meet his fellow students on the second day.

On his departure, Franz made no note of the disgruntled students around him. Simply put, he didn’t care much for their complaints. When he exited the ryokan he stood outside for a while taking large, heavy breaths. Sea breath was unbecoming for someone of his repute.

There was one stop due before the library, the radio station. For ease of communication, there are people who write down messages on paper. Franz walked in nonchalantly and received a letter that was due to him. It was a simple message of good luck from his mother and father. At least, that's how it would appear.

In truth, the message was an impossible cipher of his own creation. The details of which are only known to a select few in the Polymath academy. His new mission was detailed and clear. Franz couldn’t help but show a wide smile upon exiting. Not only would he be completing the mission, but also settling a playful curiosity of his in the process.



Franz was lucky to have been blessed with height at an early age. He had arrived later than most and only just made it in time as the demonstration began. A crowd of over one thousand stood in front of him. He could just make out what had happened in the distance. The Central Monument Library was little but ash and stone. And judging by the detained feminine figure with blonde hair, Franz had his own estimates on who the culprit was. But he would move closer through the crowd to get into earshot.

Indeed, to Franz’s utter lack of surprise, it was Jeanne who was the attention of this meeting. The fire witch of France was on trial for burning down valuable tomes and texts of a grand library. A man, no, a boy in man’s clothing was giving a public prosecution. Sure, he made a big talk about trials. But he seemed more concerned with condemning her here and now.

There was something Franz didn’t like about the guy. Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre. Franz was now near the front of the crowd and had a good look at him. He was around the age of everyone else here. But it was apparent he let his station get to his head. Wearing certain clothes, speaking in that way, keeping the authoritative demeanor he did. Maximilien thought he was above everyone else, didn’t he? Franz thought. Or more egregious, he thought he was better than Franz.

As the speech of his went on, Franz’s brow furrowed more and more. The details were off, things about what he was saying weren't adding up. Certainly the obvious culprit was Jeanne. Franz didn’t need a photo to tell him that. But the level of condemnation was off. How could he be so sure with so little evidence. Frankly, it all sounded like something Franz himself would try to pull if he wanted Miss Bordeaux out of the picture.

"I would like to volunteer myself for this task, Mr. Robespierre."

Franz recognized that voice and looked back to see Ryuuko volunteering. Certainly she would be a good fit to guard Jeanne. He was happy to see her volunteer when no one else would. It almost made Franz not want to do what he was about to do, in fear it would steal her thunder. Almost.

“Public condemnation. Guilty until proven innocent. Is there anything else you had in mind to bastardise the justice system today, Mr Robespierre?” Franz took to the front while proclaiming this to him, but loud enough for the crowd to hear. “A rush to disgrace a fellow countryman is a very poor show of character. And yet, you do it so easily.”

“Miss Bordeaux is the subject of… unfortunate rumors. But is that enough to throw reason out the window? For the process of justice to be ignored?”

Franz got closer to Robespierre in a standoffish way. “Are you telling me that some undisclosed person was able to detain Miss Bordeaux and yet did nothing to prevent the fire? I declare this undisclosed figure has committed criminal negligence at best. Perhaps he had a more nefarious role in all this. Or do you suppose Miss Bordeaux waited here for the library to be ashes and then was detained by some selfless hero? That is almost comical.”

“One photo does not declare intent or circumstance Mister Robespierre, so I suggest you put away your pitchfork.”



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Just a quick clarification on Jumanji mechanics. Would the bodies the characters go into be established figures with their own existing reputations? Or would they be blank slates that spawned in when the characters were sucked in?
This looks great yeah. A mage who has to refigure things out while pretending he's an experienced mage sounds fun


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Dawnbreaker had worried that his recognizability would interfere with the investigation. Certainly, he wasn't going to wear normal clothes while he was on duty. So eyes around the scene could easily spot him. But when he approached the dilapidated warehouse, those worries were put to rest. Aside from the odd homeless person down the road, no one was here. Dawnbreaker preferred an audience, but he wouldn't let it jeopardise a mission.

Dawnbreaker was all too aware of his company. He was teamed up with one of his old teachers from the academy, Mr Lindall. Mr Lindall was one of the harsher teachers at the academy and certainly seemed to still have his wits about him. But he was old and it took Dawnbreaker by surprise to see him still on the HERO roster for this mission.

Ask him a few months ago and Dawnbreaker would have said the man would be dead weight with his age and low ranking. But Starbright mentioned there was more to him, he was more powerful than he let on. Dawnbreaker doubted this meant something minimal like Stray was secretly C tier instead. No, there was something more to the man. Starbright wouldn’t mention it otherwise. But what was it? Would he see it on this mission? Or is he just dead weight after all?

"Taking a break from the academy eh, Mr Lindall?" Dawnbreaker said nonchalantly while scoping the front of the warehouse. He wasn’t a particularly good investigator but gave a decent attempt to look for things that were out of place. "You don’t get to see many heroes of your age running about. I think it’s quite impressive if you ask me. Most heroes don’t get to grow old. Particularly ones that don't retire first." Dawnbreaker realised that the last remark may have come off too negative. Finally, he looked back to Jeremy “I don’t intend to retire either.” Dawnbreaker added with a smile.

Checking the warehouse doors, Dawnbreaker confirmed they were locked. As the report said, there was no obvious point of entry. He looked up at the broken windows lining the warehouse, well above head height. Crawling in through some air vent sounded… dirty, and it certainly wasn’t his style. Dawnbreaker would fly in. If there was any threat in the warehouse, a rain of tiny glass shards would work as a perfectly startling entry.

Dawnbreaker turned back to Jeremy and offered a hand. "It seems pretty barren out here. I can fly you in if you want."



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