SirBeowulf

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I return with a post. Sorry for not doin' shit, I've been busy and blah blah.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"I'll have a gander at it," Aurellius said as he stepped up to the plate, windmilling his right arm to stretch it. Even without his Semblance, he was feeling good. Exercise was just another daily thing for him, and the stuff thrown into PE was for pipsqueaks. He barely felt the burn through his arms and legs, and even then he paid it no mind. He was used to harder stuff. Even if he was tired, all he had to do was activate his Semblance and let the pain trickle away.

Watching Diamond walk back, he grinned slightly and gave her a thumbs up. Their solution to the problem was pretty boring, but he had to congratulate her for finding another person to do the job with. Equal split of labor meant an easier time, too bad Agesander was being a bit of an ass. Aurellius stepped forward as Agesander clicked another button, the area reforming back to its previous state so participants couldn't just steal another student's way with no work.

He rubbed his chin as he examined the area. Blocks of all sizes, grappling ropes scattered in random places. It would be pretty stupid to go through all the effort of stacking, so he improvised. Technically, there was no rules against what he was going to attempt as he bent forwards, picking up a small foot by foot cube.

The medallion wasn't too high up. Shot-put was easy, too. All you needed was good form and even a modicum of strength turned into greater gains. The box itself was the problem. It obviously gave the finger to aerodynamics. He let out a deep breath as he got into position, activating his Semblance. Whatever the teacher didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and he needed the extra strength to make the shot more accurate.

It was a damn good shot. Almost perfect as it soared through the air. His slightly pulled arms growled at him, but he paid them no mind as the box impacted with the rafters. The medallion clattered as it was ripped from its post, jingling as it impacted with the wall and fell back down to the earth with a final clang. Aurellius calmly strode over to the trinket, picking it up and grinning.

"All you said was that I had to touch it, boss."

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[@All] I have responded in appropriate GM world-god fashion to Rook and John's situation. I will hold back on The Turncloak's arc until Churro and the others involved have had a chance to post.

@NewSun

Spooky levels are reaching critical mass.

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You can join on one condition.

Fight to the death with the other late joiners. AMUSE US. WAHAHAH~

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Harb, Princess, and I will have our collab up by late tonight, just lettin' y'all know.

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From the journal of John Cleaver
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From the brief moments that John had actually gotten a glimpse of the bird standing still, he had committed the it all to memory, compiling them all together to form a painting of the noble creature. It had been a hell of a time trying to get time to draw it, the person he seemed to be following rarely stopped for rest other than sleep and brief lulls to eat and drink. Those too had been reducing slowly, was the man running out of food? John’s own supply still had enough for a few more days, thanks to cabin’s stock and the surprise of a running well.

He still wasn’t sure what the man looked like. He was just [b]too[/b[ damn fast of a walker. After what felt like days, John was exhausted. The only sign that stayed was the brief splash of brown that flew through the sky, the hawk following its master, and it was a man after all. The boot prints were too large to be that of a woman, and its gait was normal enough that John assumed it was no monster tricking him into walking towards doom. Then again, he was sure Doom was all he could hope for in this land.

As he stared at the image, unsure if it felt right or not, he was startled as he ran straight into an iron wrought fence, waist high and surrounding a cemetery. Even just looking around, John could tell the eery feeling that sat over it was there for a reason. Cracked headstones covered in moss were set in basic rows, only stopped by a lone building set in the middle. An entrance to the catacombs, he supposed. Flying high above was the bird, watching over him as he climbed over the fence. It refused to come down.

His short walk didn’t last long, there wasn’t much to the place. Nothing he could use, at least. There was just the corpses of the dead, packed tightly together. The ground here felt strange, too. Unlike the normal dry, dead dirt, this dirt felt… alive. Barely.

John knew that the man had gone down into the crypts, but had no idea whether or not to follow. Even his dumbed down senses could tell it was a trap, intentional or not. Resting grounds for the dead weren’t places you should go, at least not in this world. The lamentations of the damned combined with deep dark places always attracted strange things.

Death would follow him, but he knew he had to go down there, into the depths. He was frightened, but through the haze of fear, he would find someone.

His lantern shone bright as he descended the steps, a veritable beacon of hope in darkness that felt ever consuming. He was extremely glad for the light, even though it was going through his limited supply of oil. Without it he would have been stumbling blind. The weapon in his hand scraped against the ground as he dragged in, greatful for the noise in the otherwise silent crypt.

A loud crunch stopped him in his tracks as he looked around, expecting a great maw crunching the bones of the person. Nothing leaped from the shadows, it was just a skull crushed beneath his boot. John let out a great sigh while bending to examine the skull. It was old, obviously having been in the catacomb for centuries at the least. It was then he noticed a discarded lantern.

Laying a few meters ahead was a cracked lantern, discarded as if someone had fallen and left it there. Curious, John stood up and loped forward, holding his breath as he got near. Suddenly, there was yelp of fear to his left, and then a ptt-twang of a crossbow. John let out a gasp of air, pain surging in his leg as he fell forwards, rolling down the stairs and hitting the bottom with a crack, stunned and immobile as he listened to a dragging sound.

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and then everyone lived happily ever after the end

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*Reads Ink Blood's post*

*Prepares to add to Death Count*

@NewSun

Oh, and Laue. I will personally come over there and beat you with a turnip if you slander your writing again. Its good. I like Maldron.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

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Wait, what?

@Reaper

Wes leaped in to kill the guy you were fighting. The one that would've counted as your ace, the one that tried to get into short range with you.

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Rather than non functional the arm is just slowee thsn usual for any response. Also i suspect Shanks doesnt know how to use the bomb.

@Harbringer

I'll send ye the PM with the titanpad link as well, then. We'll go ahead after Howler posts. Bess Dhanks.