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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Speaking of people who haven't checked in for a while, anyone got a hold of Tearstone?

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Ivan made his way over to where he had stashed his weapon after the fight, the school's absolutely massive room filled with rows and rows of rocket-propelled lockers. Leviathan was made of thick slabs of heat-resistant metal, and despite the uses it had as an impromptu club in a fight, made it nearly impossible for him to write or not simply smash anything with the solid block of dark metal resting on his forearm. People who kept their weapons on them at all times had serious paranoia issues. And most certainly those aforementioned issues with classes. Finding his own locker in short order, he pulled open to the door and began to pull on his weaponry in preparation for Armory. The girl's words had cut him deeper than he had expected. Sure, he was awesome, but it didn't matter when his own partner didn't even want the help in the first place. Ivan gritted his teeth. It wasn't Ineko's fault, of course. But he'd be dammed if it didn't seem like the half-robotic boy was actively trying to make his partner's life difficult with that sudden leaving. That only left Sapphire as the cause. The resounding sound of the bell cut through the gunslinger's anger-fueled reverie. He slammed the locker shut behind him with more force than he had intended as the resulting bang echoed around the relatively empty locker room. His ears turned a rather flattering shade of pink as Ivan grumbled something under his breath about 'bloody doors' and made a quick exit, making certain to calm himself as he approached the door to the Armory class. He'd get back at that smarmy little snot yet. Hopefully in the sparring arena. Glaring at the teacher, he nodded stiffly in their direction before he made his way toward the seating area. He grabbed one of the seats close to the front, pulling his gauntlets off to inspect the wear and damage from his fight with Merlin.

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Ivan snorted at the comments about his battle, still quite confident in his tie."It's called saving your tactics, girlie. Don't show your hand on the first day, or people will call ya boring." He glanced up at the mention of respect. "I don't wanna hear that from the girl who-" Her comment about Ineko's absence hit the large and overconfident man like a truck. Slack jawed, he spluttered something about 'not my fault' and 'that's not fair', before turning away as he turned red in the face. All traces of arrogant mirth gone, Ivan muttered something unintelligible under his breath and stalked away toward the door, pausing only to snarl a "What're you looking at!?" at the closest gaggle of students as he passed by. He needed some damn air, that was all.

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Ivan's face fell as Ineko left, taking most of his reason for talking to the blandly colored broad with neon hair away with him. Robo-boy with his unmoving mouth was the sole reason that he got involved with this trash-talking chick in the first place. He sighed, straightening his floppy hat on his head and checking himself over for sauce stains from Shiro's entrance before making his counter-argument. "Girlie, if you saw me getting knocked around, you're as blind as you are annoying." The larger man turned back to his sandwiches momentarily, retrieving one of the unfinished halves that hadn't been splattered in Indigo's sup-par pasta sauce. "The magician is been of an opponent than your skinny ass will ever be, but those so-called 'unadaptable shots' of mine managed to knock out his aura down to minute levels. I can't seem to find the point where my tactics were, ah, countered." His lips curled back in something that could have easily been a snarl or the second coming of the annoying grin at her counter to his 'already going behind her back' comment."Ah, but Sappy, you were invited with the rest of us non-teammates. Can't seem to see the leaderly respect in that."

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Hey guys, if I were to write up a Interest Check for a Firefly RP would any of you be interested in joining?

@Prince of Seraphs

Possibly, possibly. Also! Ivan responded to Sapphire's comments to Ineko. Just thought you ought to know.

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Ivan was quite happy with both handshakes, and returned to his meal with renewed vigor as the conversation shifted to the fights mentioned earlier. To his credit, it appeared he was as thick-skinned as he was arrogant, and the sarcasm in Indigo's tone about the gunslinger's lack of effort flew directly over his head. But then the problem with Ineko's fight was brought up. Ivan had been preparing for his own combat when the drone-master was called into battle, and had automatically assumed a quick knockout had prevailed, not some cowardly refusal to fight. Ivan frowned and began to mull over the correct answer to this shocking development as an univolved girl managed to stick her head into the conversation at the worst possible time and begin to lecture with insults spread throughout. Her points were valid, of course. Humans and faunus lost their way in the fight against the evil Grimm all the time, and it wasn't unheard of for the criminal scum of the underworld to get bright ideas about using their aura as a weapon against the authority of the government(And by proxy, the Hunters and Huntresses). But Ineko was his partner, and that meant he already had more of a bond with the drone-slinging man than some random chick who thought she could talk trash. That meant it was time for a lecture of his own(He flat out at ignored the other woman's calm and correct answers, this was something that he'd deal with, not an unrelated party.). Ivan reached over as Sapphire finished her degrading speech and tapped her on the shoulder, mimicking her actions from a few moments prior. "Oi, you. Yeah, the bland looking one with the shotguns. Lay off my partner." Ivan snapped his fingers in front of her face to make sure he had her full attention, almost as if he was talking to a dog. "I get that you are the resident authority on fighting people that aren't your primary enemy. I do, really. I mean, look at how your team treats you. One night and they already can't stand simply sitting near ya!" He smirked, quite pleased with his own wit. As Shiro impacted and proclaimed that the meat was open to everyone, Ivan's obnoxiously confident grin only grew wider. "See, lookit that! Meat by Team Swansong! Already going behind your back."

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@TentaclLord - Ivan made a very poor choice of words, friend. I just imagine Merlin turning into Liam Neeson right now, because he is going to find you and he will destroy you.

@Psyrencalling

Ivan probably deserves it, he's a bit of a prick.

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He found a relatively empty table behind the shield wielding man who'd lost to the somberly colored girl in the final match before Goodwitch's dismissal.

TentacleLord

For the record regardless of what order they were posted each fight took place in the order of the list Lug posted earlier. That means that Sapphire and Oswald's fight while it was posted last actually took place first.

@Prince of Seraphs

Ah, thanks for letting me know, I'll make edits now.

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Ivan gave a nod of greeting as Indigo sat down, not stopping his constant devouring of the utterly average chicken sandwiches he'd taken from the bar. He gave another nod as Merlin passed by, noting with juvenile satisfaction that his opponent seemed to be the sort who would put on the pounds as he got older. Ivan had reacquired the ridiculously large hat sometime in the last couple of hours, although the matching poncho had apparently vanished into the ether. Green eyes flashed underneath the constantly shifting brim as his head turned toward his newly acquainted teammate with his mouth finally empty enough to maintain conversation. "I'm decent at math. Kinda need to if I wanna figure out how hard I hit with my semblance." The frown that had crossed his features earlier returned. "Not so good at the history, though. Listening to the recounting of dead people doing dead things isn't really my cup o' tea." He took a long swig from the carton of milk, staring into the distance as he considered the implications of his teams impressively average performance. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." The semi-permanent aura of confidence returned in full as Ivan turned to look for his previous opponent, spotting the caster at the table directly behind him with the shield-wielder and the clown who'd lost to a man without his main weapon. The gunslinger called over the din of the rest of the student's eating and chatting, a smirk of devilish amusement plastered on his features: "It'd take more than some amateur-hour stage magician to take me out!" He'd begun to stuff his face again as Ineko's drone took the seat across from him, and stared blankly at it until its owner came and sat down with a hefty thud. He attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, abruptly reconsidered, swallowed, then continued. "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." He extended a hand over his half-finished plate of chicken sandwiches toward Indigo and then Ineko, fully expecting it to be shook. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas."

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Ivan made his way to the front of the chicken sandwich line through sheer tenacity and stubbornness, refusing to move in the constantly jostling crowd of hungry students. He instantly grabbed two sandwiches with a feral light in his eyes, pausing momentarily to consider his options. After a full second of deliberation, the gunslinger grabbed a third sandwich and a carton of milk, shooting looks around him as if daring any of the surrounding students try and take what he'd rightfully claimed. They'd have to be quick. Like that Oobleck fellow. He frowned as he made his way past the checkout, ignoring the appraising glance the staff member had given him after he'd piled the third sandwich on the counter and paid for it all without a second thought. History wasn't his strong suit, and he seriously doubted he'd really need to reference a book if there were going to be slideshows. The fact that he hadn't actually gotten the assigned history textbook had nothing to do with it. Ah, well. That was a problem for tomorrow's Ivan to sort out. He found a relatively empty table behind the shield wielding man who'd lost to the somberly colored girl in the first match. Acknowledging the man with a nod(He'd proven himself a driven opponent, if nothing else), Ivan unceremoniously dropped his collection of sandwiches on the table, glancing suspiciously around before beginning to chow down, shoveling the food into his maw as fast as he could swallow.