daybreakacademy | Incoming Tamed Beast [OPEN]

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Incoming Tamed Beast [OPEN]

Who: Cu and YOU!
What: This blue boy just got enrolled to the academy. Show him some love.
When: Early December
Where: Everywhere across the academy
Warnings: Trouble, flirting, or instant bro connections. (He might not be on the best mood going to the school, so bear with it with me :') )

i. lumiere dormitory

[damn. such a hassle. moving all his things to a new place he never ventured before. scathach said the academy gonna be fun - but cmon, he just finished years of training and now he's back to... STUDYING?! give him a break. at least that's what he thought. well this is it. he opened the dorm entrance and...]

ain't bad at all... its miles better compared to that small cage she gave me at least. let's see... 103?

[he starts walkin around... hopefully he doesn't get lost. annoy him? or probably be the saint and guide him to safety?]

ii. classes and possibly main hall

[as with other uni undergrad, lancer probably just lurking around the campus and tried to attend some classes. don't be fooled - even with his appearance, he actually was an exceptional student since he had been learning from the best back in Ulster. however, in class you will find him usually sitting at the corner - often looking outside and daydreaming. he seemed to be able to answer the teacher asked him which was quite impressive despite looking distracted.

or you could find him exploring the main hall. he kinda stood out with his tall and fit figure, not mentioning his menacing blue hair. if you bumped into him maybe you want to strike up a conversation, or maybe both of you just bumped and he made you drop your stuffs. anyway - he's new so...]

iii. mythril cage

[somehow lancer managed to find this arena as he wondered around. his mind couldn't stop thinking about the revenge he would like to take and there should be no time wasted. he found this arena to be quiet, not frequently visited unless there was an event. he brought his full gear and stood in the middle of the arena. he closed his eyes and held out a deep breath, before unleashing incredible aura around him.

his eyes focused and he started practicing. moving around at an inhuman speed, swinging his long red spear on the air like that predator hunting for its prey. if you stumble upon his "embarrassing" training - you could probably harass him a little - or even join him in a little skirmish?]

iv. legionnaire quarter

[ah... lancer favorite spot in the academy. such a place filled with tons of facilities he could possibly think of, great pool, a lot of courts to choose, and definitely the sauna. you can find him swimming here or doing some heavy liftin'

or possibly just enjoying a sauna time with the blue guy?]

ahh.. this feels so good. i swear Ulster should build this kind of building. probably ask Ferdiad to join in so i can kick his ass in some sports sometimes.

[he mumbled to himself in the sauna... probably not realizing someone else was there.]

v. wildcard

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[It wasn't quite the Turkish Baths that he shamelessly indulged in whenever possible, even if the supposed health benefits did nothing to someone undead, but there's something about the warmth that made the man feel - for the lack of a better term - alive.

His usually slicked back hair hung loose due to the steam, giving him a much more youthful appearance, his pale green eyes slowly slid open upon hearing an unfamiliar voice as he languidly stretches]

Hmm... saunas, Turkish and Roman-style baths perhaps a high point of civilization, I agree.

[Wait... what?? Lancer expressions stiffened as he realized he mumbled nonsense while someone was actually there with him. The way he talked though, very... eloquent? He wasn’t sure if that’s the right word but seemed like a very educated man indeed. His appearance also - something is a bit off about this person.]

Uh... Sure? Sorry mate, ain’t realizing that you’re here. Please just take my words with a grain of salt. But these things are definitely something ya can use to release stress and relax.

[He quietly laughs, sitting up]

I admit I am rather quiet at times. You do not seem to be a familiar face, a recent transfer?

Yeah. Just got enrolled recently. Name’s Cu Chulainn. But ya can call me Lancer.

What about you, quiet guy?

[Lancer loosened up a bit. While this guy might not be the most normal guy he met, he seemed nice and chill. No hurt to have someone accompanying him in the sauna either so,,]

Arthur Bell.

[While a few people had by circumstances beyond his control learned his real name, he kept up the pretense. Cu Chuliann, the name sounds Gaelic - though it was not one of the languages he was fluent, pity.]

I'm a grad student here and working as a Teaching Assistant. I suppose there's a story behind the nickname.

[Arthur Bell???! ha... As guessed, he is someone not to be taken lightly of. What an interesting statement at the end - usually no one really asked whats behind it but...]

So does that mean you’re the one I should pester if I have trouble with my studies?

[and a small pause.]

And well ya can say so. Wanna take a guess? Seems like you’re the type of person who likes to dig his own answer.

[gaelic - warrior - grown up differently than other kid - probably have some famous spear and make name through his spearmanship or mentor? Take any guess, mr Arthur bell.]

For short bursts, I do not have the temperament for full teaching.

[His lips quirked into a pleased, close-lipped smile. Hm - he had been in the sauna for some time, but yet his skin isn't flushed red]

That's correct, finding things out is a little hobby of mine. Your hands are callused and show years of use, but lack the nicks and cuts knife and sword wielders tend to have - and the calluses seem concentrated between your thumb and pointer finger. Your frame is someone that does quite a bit of physical exertion, particularly in the arms. They all add up to someone trained in a weapon-based combat, a spear or lance - and thus, the nickname.

It's alright, I pick things up pretty fast.

[But just by meeting him for a moment he was able to deduce such thorough investigations - from his hands of all things? this guy is at another level or just a freak in observing people. Nevertheless, Lancer was impressed.]

As expected, your level of observation is nothing like I have ever seen before. I do have years of training with different types of weapons - but the last few years I spent training with my mentor was focused more so on spear. Since my teacher is pretty well known and I somehow manage to master it, names spread after that - don't know exactly how.

Do you have a nickname for yourself? [Lancer ain't gonna just let the game by having this guy know all the information and left Lancer with nothing, right?]

[Fortunately for Lancer, it's rather difficult to get lost in the dorms, to the point that you have to be trying really, really hard to get lost, and even then it's something of an achievement. It might not be possible to say the same of the rest of the academy, though, particularly not when you're new.

If he wanders the building anyway, or even just lingers in the first floor's common room rather than actually go into his assigned room, though, it's likely that he'll smell some freshly-baked cookies from somewhere on one of the building's upper floors. That smell is getting closer, making its way down to the first floor, and soon enough, if he's paying attention, he'll catch sight of a young-looking girl coming down the stairs, carrying a box with her as she's heading toward the doors leading outside.

When she notices him herself, she pauses, considering whether or not she should offer any of what she has with her to the new arrival, but soon decides that it really can't hurt anything; her plan is to take this with her as she goes to do her usual volunteering at the infirmary, but she's sure she could spare a few things, as she's not the only one there that regularly brings snack stuff, and she could always just make some extra next time anyway.]

Yo, new guy. You wanna take some cookies? I've got more than enough here, so I can give away a few of 'em.

[Lancer did have a strong sense of smell. When he first came in, he felt someone was probably making something but he ain’t sure. He was just hanging around the common room when the smell got stronger.

He tried to check it out when the young girl slowly coming down... and most importantly offering the delicious looking cookies in front of him. What is she, a goddess sent from above? Lancer eyes opened up and she could see the excitement on his face as she offered him.]

Oooooh! Look at these beautiful cookies! Imma gonna help myself if ya don’t mind!

[Lancer took 1/2 cookies and started to eat them. Again, his face brightened when he took each bites, sure hard for him to conceal his expressions that is.]

Mmmm, I never had a cookies like this before, such a good taste. Thanks a lot, my first day couldn’t get any better.

ya bake a lot?

[There's a bit of variety in that box—chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, sugar cookies, and more—so chances are pretty high that the few cookies that Lancer did take were completely different from one another.

It would have been a little embarrassing to her if he had asked his first question out loud, but the question he does ask gets a pretty quick answer:] When there's time for it between my classes and the other things that I do, yeah.

[lancer is basic so he definitely liked the chocolate chip and sugar cookies the best. And baking between classes? Sounds like things a student will do definitely. She is so small though that Lancer is intrigued.]

Maybe you could setup a pastry store for the academy, young lady. Especially when you start this early with this potential.

So, what grade are you in? Like primary? [ouch Lancer. You shouldn’t take a guess if you’re not sure.]

[Becky remains quiet for a moment when Lancer asks that question, fixing him with a gaze that all but tells him that she had expected it, both it and the assumption that followed.]

Tenth.

[ahhh, wait what? Did she just say tenth?? The grin on lancer face slowly faded followed by a surprised look.]

oooh, you’re a tenth grader?? Wow ya must be some genius or something. Let me guess, astrology? Or maybe physics genius?

[Well, this was beginning to feel a little awkward. Or more awkward than it would normally be.]

A—actually, I'm just older than I look. I'm seventeen.

[ok lancer seems to have pushed it too far.]

ahh so that’s how it is. My bad, should’ve considered that possibility.

Well, let’s start over properly then. I’m Cu Chulainn, but you can call me Lancer. I just got enrolled to this academy. Nice to meet ya.

[lancer stretched out his hands to give a sign for a handshake, not that he consider that she was holding the cookies. Cmon lancer, be more considerate.]

[She has no problem with setting the box down for a moment, though, so she goes ahead and does exactly that in order to free her hands so she can return the gesture, then picks it right back up afterward.]

My name's Rebecca Fulton, or you can just call me Becky. I've been here for a couple months now.

[such an innocent little girl. lancer will get along well with her.]

Well ya got to show me the cool stuff around here, Becky. Maybe some good places to hide and take a nap when i skip classes.

[Lancer grinned a bit before actually realizing and tryna becoming more considerate.]

seems like ya gonna transport the cookies somewhere, need help carryin it? ain't got nothin to do now so...

I'm not really the best person to ask about hiding places. [A lot of what one might consider to be hiding places tend to be smaller spaces, and she doesn't do well with that kind of thing.

She won't judge him for admitting that he would skip classes, though; she doesn't skip classes herself but she's certainly ditched a few school-wide events before.

As for the cookies...]

I'm just taking them with me to the infirmary, we like having snacks available for anyone that actually comes in for anything. I'll be fine getting there myself, but if you wanna carry the box, I'm not gonna stop you.

[figures. she really doesn't look like someone who will skip classes and stuff. the good smart student type, aye? lancer kinda knows that but its fun to poke around and test his assumptions.]

Well, i need to find those places on my own then.

[with that, he takes the honor and takes the box from her. it's really light for him anyway - so it should be fine.]

Yeah, this is better than getting bored on my own. Plus, I got the chance to see more of the academy which is perfect.

[he turns around ready to begin his first adventure in the academy...]

Lead the way?

Alright then, come on. [And out the door she goes.

Once she's sure that he is following her, the route Becky takes to reach the infirmary is one that she's taken several times over the past two months. Because she knows it so well, there's very little delay, no real need to stop and make sure she's going the right way. It isn't necessarily the shortest way to reach their destination, meaning Lancer at least has some opportunity to look around as they go, but it still doesn't take terribly long to arrive.

Once the two of them are at their destination, she points him toward a table.]

You can just set it there, Hieke or Ekkehardt will know what to do with it when they see it.

[It really is not as long as Lancer expects it to be. But the campus is certainly not bad - you can say that it’s nice. Once she orders him to put the cookies on the table, he complies.]

Right so um, this is the infirmary aight? I’m wonderin’ why ya go the lengths to make cookies and put it here. For patients?

[Gilgamesh ~~No not THAT Gilgamesh~~ was also training. He had brought a robot with him, which walked on four legs like a centaur with six arms that all held different melee weapons. He was fencing FURIOUSLY with the machine, trying to hit the heart-shaped off button in the middle of its chest.

He was decent, but his speed and strength and talent were all merely human. He was curious about how Lancer could move that fast, but couldn't spare him a thought until he won HIS match.]

[GILGA - ah... Lancer gets distracted after hearing another duel is ongoing within the arena. he stops and decides to see what's going on the otherside.

a guy and a... robot?? it seems they are practicing. the guy knows how to fight that is - but it seems he's getting nowhere trying to aim at the heart-shaped off button. lancer tries to get closer... and probably gives him a little bit of advice: ]

Ain't gonna beat that thing if ya fully focuses on that middle part - obviously that machine is trying its best to protect it. try severing some of its arms first to give ya a bigger openin'.

[not that lancer knows what's best but if it was him in Gil's place that's probably what he will do.]

I don’t want to break my fencing clank! It took forever to build up this combat data!

[A quick parry sent a battle axe whistling through the air right by his head. That wasn’t a sharpened blade, was it? Probably not.]

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