PlazmaStryke
Proving why Orbital Bombardment is the way to go
- Location
- High Orbit, maybe?
[X] "What was this dream about?"
In_lurk_shadow
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- Location
- here and there
[X] "What was this dream about?"
ConfusedPotato
Unverified Verifier
- Location
- Australia
[X] What was this dream about?
EucalyptusTree
BEWARB!
[X] What was this dream about?
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"What was this dream about?"
After hearing my question, his eyes went wide. A moment of hesitation on his part passed, and he made a thorn expression. It was obvious that whatever he saw wasn't that nice, so I almost gave up. Surprisingly, he answered honestly.
"Just the same thing as always. Nothing special, really."
And by "the same as ever" – a typical remark of his – he meant that kind of a dream. Typically, our kind often experiences strange, life-like visions of the past before our "talents" properly manifest. Naturally, once our minds mature enough to process this information almost instantly, those dreams end.
"It is special, though," I noted. "A year has passed since your enrollment, but you still haven't shown what your talent is. Heck, nobody is sure what type you are in the first place," I added and brushed a hand through my hair. "Scared the hell out of me the first night we became roommates."
"Maybe…"
His voice normally wasn't that loud, but right now it was almost a whisper. If I didn't strain my ears at the time, I'd have missed it altogether. What I heard was, however, a bit troubling.
"Maybe I shouldn't be here, then. I mean, the only reason I'm here is because of my dreams. Otherwise, I'm not special like you and Alice. Compared to you, I am…"
Before he could end his whining, I pressed my finger against this idiot's forehead. Honestly, the nerve of this guy…
"If you don't feel that special, how about making yourself special. Neither me nor your lady friend would've been worth our salt, if we didn't apply ourselves in any meaningful way. Sure, having a handy-dandy "talent" might give you an edge, but the only thing that matters is your guts!"
Looking at me as if I was some kind of a savior, Haru smiled gently and chuckled a bit.
"If you say so," he said.
As for me, I actually hated this kind of thinking. Just because I have pre-determined set of statistics that made me better at something doesn't mean I should do this my whole life. A real man doesn't follow the path he chose because it's convenient, but because it is righteous and pure.
"Also," I muttered, mostly to myself. "Having a "talent" isn't as great as you think."
The door of the classroom was opened with a loud boom as our next teacher came. With her every step filled with lightness of an accomplished martial artist and bubbly energy of a kindergartener, a lady that seemed to be in her early twenties made quite an entrance. Carrying a sword about as long as her, she had a huge smile on her face.
"I, Maki Yayoi, will be your substitute teacher since your teacher caught the flu. Now then, because I know nothing about math, we'll be having PE instead!" she cheerfully replied.
The fact that we didn't have math today was another matter altogether. That said… I liked her disposition quite a lot. Truly, this boundless energy she possessed made me absolutely ecstatic. Moreover, a PE lesson of all things! A man's romance at its finest!
A few moments later, after the initial shock died down and everyone had some time to change their clothes, we made our way to the gym. That said, calling that place a gym was putting it way too lightly. Since the principal was some kind of a fat cat, the whole place looked more like what a professional sports team would use.
"Now then!" she shouted with the same smile as before. "Instead of boring stuff like warm-ups and whatnot, how about we cut the chase and start right with the sparring. I'm sure all of you have an itch to stretch their muscles, don't you? I must warn you, though…"
Her grin then turned positively feral.
"… I don't pull any punches!"
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After hearing my question, his eyes went wide. A moment of hesitation on his part passed, and he made a thorn expression. It was obvious that whatever he saw wasn't that nice, so I almost gave up. Surprisingly, he answered honestly.
"Just the same thing as always. Nothing special, really."
And by "the same as ever" – a typical remark of his – he meant that kind of a dream. Typically, our kind often experiences strange, life-like visions of the past before our "talents" properly manifest. Naturally, once our minds mature enough to process this information almost instantly, those dreams end.
"It is special, though," I noted. "A year has passed since your enrollment, but you still haven't shown what your talent is. Heck, nobody is sure what type you are in the first place," I added and brushed a hand through my hair. "Scared the hell out of me the first night we became roommates."
"Maybe…"
His voice normally wasn't that loud, but right now it was almost a whisper. If I didn't strain my ears at the time, I'd have missed it altogether. What I heard was, however, a bit troubling.
"Maybe I shouldn't be here, then. I mean, the only reason I'm here is because of my dreams. Otherwise, I'm not special like you and Alice. Compared to you, I am…"
Before he could end his whining, I pressed my finger against this idiot's forehead. Honestly, the nerve of this guy…
"If you don't feel that special, how about making yourself special. Neither me nor your lady friend would've been worth our salt, if we didn't apply ourselves in any meaningful way. Sure, having a handy-dandy "talent" might give you an edge, but the only thing that matters is your guts!"
Looking at me as if I was some kind of a savior, Haru smiled gently and chuckled a bit.
"If you say so," he said.
As for me, I actually hated this kind of thinking. Just because I have pre-determined set of statistics that made me better at something doesn't mean I should do this my whole life. A real man doesn't follow the path he chose because it's convenient, but because it is righteous and pure.
"Also," I muttered, mostly to myself. "Having a "talent" isn't as great as you think."
The door of the classroom was opened with a loud boom as our next teacher came. With her every step filled with lightness of an accomplished martial artist and bubbly energy of a kindergartener, a lady that seemed to be in her early twenties made quite an entrance. Carrying a sword about as long as her, she had a huge smile on her face.
"I, Maki Yayoi, will be your substitute teacher since your teacher caught the flu. Now then, because I know nothing about math, we'll be having PE instead!" she cheerfully replied.
The fact that we didn't have math today was another matter altogether. That said… I liked her disposition quite a lot. Truly, this boundless energy she possessed made me absolutely ecstatic. Moreover, a PE lesson of all things! A man's romance at its finest!
A few moments later, after the initial shock died down and everyone had some time to change their clothes, we made our way to the gym. That said, calling that place a gym was putting it way too lightly. Since the principal was some kind of a fat cat, the whole place looked more like what a professional sports team would use.
"Now then!" she shouted with the same smile as before. "Instead of boring stuff like warm-ups and whatnot, how about we cut the chase and start right with the sparring. I'm sure all of you have an itch to stretch their muscles, don't you? I must warn you, though…"
Her grin then turned positively feral.
"… I don't pull any punches!"
[] Volunteer.
[] Sit this one out.
[] Write-In.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[] Volunteer
How could we not?
*edit*
Actually
[X] Volunteer, but insist some time is spent stretching and warming up. For the others during our spar at the very least.
Enthusiasm is grand, but it would be a vice to let it rule you and lead you to making simple mistakes such as forgoing simple preparation.
How could we not?
*edit*
Actually
[X] Volunteer, but insist some time is spent stretching and warming up. For the others during our spar at the very least.
Enthusiasm is grand, but it would be a vice to let it rule you and lead you to making simple mistakes such as forgoing simple preparation.
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- Location
- The Great Beyond
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
[X] Volunteer Haru, in case his talent lies in combat.
-[X] But be ready to step in ourselves if he looks to be in too much trouble.
Logic: He's the protagonist, and maybe, just maybe, doing thisto him for him will reveal his talent and stop his angsting!
On the flipside, a Real Man Doesn't Abandon His Friends.
-[X] But be ready to step in ourselves if he looks to be in too much trouble.
Logic: He's the protagonist, and maybe, just maybe, doing this
On the flipside, a Real Man Doesn't Abandon His Friends.
- Location
- England
[X] Volunteer.
WildCardFool
A Reaction Pic for nearly every occasion
- Location
- Earth
[X] Volunteer
-[X] Insist that your classmates be allowed to stretch and warm up during your spar.
-[X] especially Haru
-[X] Insist that your classmates be allowed to stretch and warm up during your spar.
-[X] especially Haru
- Location
- universe
[X] Volunteer
-[X] Insist that your classmates be allowed to stretch and warm up during your spar.
-[X] Insist that your classmates be allowed to stretch and warm up during your spar.
Rungni Khazadson
Just another random Runesmith!
- Location
- New Zealand
[X] Volunteer
-[X] Insist that your classmates be allowed to stretch and warm up during your spar.
-[X] especially Haru
-[X] Insist that your classmates be allowed to stretch and warm up during your spar.
-[X] especially Haru