The New Student, Forrest Waldstein (Open) (3/4)

[Forrest Waldstein]

Of all the things, Forrest did not expect an empty classroom. On one hand, it put him at ease since there was not a massive crowd of people awaiting him. Forrest always hated crowds, they were far too noisy and made him feel overstimulated. On the other hand, it made him feel as if nobody cared that he showed up. The new student at Beacon, ready to meet the empty void that was this classroom! It just didn't sit right with him. He couldn't help but feel slightly dismayed at the prospect of meeting nobody on his first day here, prior to attending classes of course. It didn't help that moving through the academic bureaucracy that was the student application process was mentally taxing on him. Too much talking and too much paperwork makes Forrest a dull boy... At least the staff was kind enough to spread the word and reserve a room for the occasion.

Forrest produced his scroll to check the time, it read 2:26 pm. He had still been getting used to the device. Forrest never had one growing up, as those who lived in the village of Oakhearth had always been technologically lagging behind the major settlements of Vale due to their isolation. The dense forest that surrounded Oakhearth has always been the archenemy of logistics and transportation. No major roads led to his home village, only off-road footpaths weathered and shaped by the boots of many travelers.

I suppose I'm early... People might be coming out of their classes now. That has to be it... Forrest thought, assuring himself of many other possibilities that could explain the lack of students coming to meet him.

He decided to wait in the front of the classroom facing the door, relaxed yet eager to meet anyone who came through the door. His mind wandered at the prospect of making new friends, teammates, maybe even a girlfriend. Forrest began to subconsciously fidget with his scroll, learning its different functions and settings to pass the time.

[Castor Achromos]

Castor would rather spend his mornings the same way he spends nights, free time, and his after-hours time, sleeping off his hangover. Luckily with some carefully placed shades he “found” should be able to hide the terrible state his eyes were in. if a certain all too familiar professor hadn’t dragged him out of his room, he would still be still comfortable in his bed…or at least snoozing on the couch. Despite the shades covering his eyes the rest of him was still the usual morning mess, Castor was seriously wondering if the class had any night classes but soon realized it would get in the way of his other activities. It was only another minute or so before he finally reached the first morning class. Either he forgot which subject or didn’t bother to care enough to write it down. Regardless, most students would probably be heading their way soon so the best thing to do was try to find a good spot and steal some sleep before everyone else rushed in. At the front of the classroom door, he spotted. What looked like a new face, said seemed to be fidgeting with their scroll either killing time or preoccupied with something else.

“didn’t expect anyone to be here already.” He said making himself known to the new person, in comparison them Castor looked like a bit of a bum even while in his Beacon uniform. Though chances are even if he didn’t the average student has learned to stay away from him due to his rather eccentric personality. Worst case scenario this will be enough person to uppity to give him the time of day, “you new around here?.” Castor asked, trying to make small talk before the class would start properly and to take his mind off his still nursing hangover.

[Forrest Waldstein]

Forrest looked up from his scroll, surprised to find that someone had actually arrived. He pocketed his scroll for the time being. Forrest looked up at the figure for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm new here." Forrest replied.

When Forrest spoke, his natural speaking voice was soft and soothing, and seemed to put everything at ease. In terms of appearance, Forrest's Beacon uniform was more neat and proper. He had gone through painstaking detail to ensure that his appearance was up to snuff. Everything was in place save for a single cowlick at the crown of Forrest's head that refused to comply with the rest of his hair. He stood up straight as the other student entered the room, an old habit created in his formative years living with his great-grandfather meant as a sign of respect and attention. Now that Forrest had been standing straight up with proper posture, he appeared to be just a hair or two taller than the other student.

He looks human... No, Faunus? Maybe... Forrest corrected himself in his mind as he observed the other student. If the other student was a Faunus, it didn't seem to bother Forrest. After all, Faunus were relatively common in Oakhearth, typically having features of woodland animals. They were treated no differently in his home village than humans were. As long as a person could pull their own weight and assist others when needed, it did not matter who they were or where they came from.

"What's your name?" Forrest inquired the other student as a small smile appeared on his face, trying to give a good first impression to the other student.

[Castor Achromos]

Either Castor wasn’t a morning person or the ongoing hangover was hitting him harder than expected, as Castor couldn’t even barely acknowledge the new student’s response and he continued on his way to his usual spot in the classroom barely uttering “ yeah, yeah that’s great…” Castor could still feel the insides of his skull pounding like drums, just what in the hell did he do last night to leave him like this he wondered ? Regardless, there was no way he would find that answer right now even if he wanted to go looking, skipping classes again landed him in the usual hot water with the Beacon staff. More than once they made threats to kick him out of the school if things didn’t change soon. So instead of arguing with them, he relented and agreed to take a series of extra courses to make up for lost time. Though to everyone else it was probably your regular everyday class, choosing to ignore the freshman’s questions and smile Castor dug through his pocket until a small aluminum can with a green skull and bones on it. No bigger than the numerous mini cans of soda or other drinks one would find in a market. Castor would sigh as he opened it and quickly downed the drink and instantly “springing” back to life.

Though that may not be the best way to describe him as Castor himself looked like he was holding back the drink from coming back up before he finally rested back into his seat. “That crap always tastes like liquid death bleh.” He said to himself as he waved casually back to the new student and asking, “any idea who’s teaching this class?” Usually he’d be a lot more energetic and chaotic especially when dealing with a new face but with his brain still trying to workout what the hell was in system from last night Castor was still mor or less on “autopilot.”

[Forrest Waldstein]

Forrest's smile slowly faded from his face as he watched the other student made his way over to his usual spot. He decided to follow the other student, opting for a seat to the front and left of him. Forrest was slightly ticked off at the fact that the other student seemed to ignore his question, but decided to continue observing the other student before taking action.

"I don't know who's teaching this class, sorry." Forrest replied.

Taking a moment to observe the other student, Forrest could tell something was a bit off about him. Wearing sunglasses indoors seemed a bit strange, and his inattentiveness to Forrest's questions were things that signified something was amiss. He may have had an inkling of information to go off of, but he would feel more assured after asking him some questions.

"Are you alright?" Forrest asked, trying to subtly get a look at his eyes behind the lenses of the sunglasses he wore.

[Castor Achromos]

Castor almost didn’t, or more accurately could hear the other student’s response given the fact he was too busy trying massage his head to work though his hangover. Trying to remember where he was last night to get him in that miserable of a state. “Last thing I remember was at the usual place…” Castor didn’t even realize this new student had moved a seat closer to him, being to busy stuck in his thoughts. He didn’t respond initially the student’s questions until he found the energy to speak “nope, feel like absolute shit and the worst part of it all, is I don’t even remember why.”

Castor went back to massaging his head when he heard the door open as it seems a few of the other students had finally started to arrive at the classroom…but no teacher yet? Either Castor got here a lot earlier than expected or the teacher was ridiculously late? He didn’t recognize any of the students entered but it was clear but some of their faces, he was recognized by a few of them. Unsurprisingly those who did know who he was did their best to avoid him, not that it anything new at this point Castor ha da bit of a reputation of causing chaos wherever he was. Especially when it involved other students there was a usual chance anything with him involved ended up in a fight of some kind…usually with him starting it and ending it.

Castor turned back to his attention the new student who talked to him, as far as he could tell he seemed like any other student of Beacon academy, but it didn’t hurt to break the ice…might give him something to distract him from the none stop pain pounding in his skull.

“you’re new right?”

[Forrest Waldstein]

Forrest sighed after hearing the question repeated. One of his eyes almost imperceptibly twitched in frustration. There was only a few things that could come to mind that would explain why the other student had been acting the way he did. Even though Forrest was frustrated at the other student, he knew getting angry would only make things worse. A few of the students glanced over towards them, mostly at the other student due to his reputation, but a few at Forrest.

He just had that crappy looking drink earlier... he could be dehydrated... Forrest mused as he produced a maple seed from his pocket, and after focusing the power of his Semblance on the seed, made it sprout and grow into a foot tall maple tree. Forrest had it formed in such a way that it had a natural spout pouring maple water into a wooden cup also grown from the tree. Once the cup was full, Forrest broke it free from the maple tree, which withered into nothingness shortly after.

"Here, this is maple water. It will hydrate you better than whatever you just had. It tastes slightly sweet." Forrest stated as he offered the wooden cup to the other student, hoping he would take it.

[Castor Achromos]

Castor was still buried in his thoughts when a cup was shoved into his face by the new student, looking at him for a moment until reluctantly taking them up on their offer. Castor would quickly down the cup just as quickly as he did with the disgusting energy drink from before, though at least this time he didn’t have the urge to empty his guts like before so at least there was that? Passing back the cup to the person he simply replied “thanks, but you really couldn’t even make it fizzy?” he joked. Castor was unsure if that piss poor attempt at break the ice would work given that it was, he who basically on autopilot. The water didn’t fix his problem, but it did at least help if a tiny bit.

“name’s Castor, not going to lie that weird semblance of yours really hit the spot.” Castor couldn’t help but notice there were barely any students compared to the usual class, either everyone decided to skip class today or this class was special in some way. Regardless given the fact the professor still had yet to show up Castor was half tempted to walked out of the class, but as he stood up realizing that it would only prolong his usual punishment Castor instead opted to find out who was their would-be late professor.

Instead of heading towards the door Castor went to would be teacher’s desk, if anything there might be something to clue him on what is going on?

[Forrest Waldstein]

Forrest chuckled a bit at the remark about making the drink fizzy. He was happy not only that he accurately guessed the problem Castor was having but also that he did something helpful to another person today. His warm, kind smile returned to his face.

"My name is Forrest. Nice to meet you, Castor." Forrest answered, thinking for a moment before he continued speaking.

"I call it Sylvan Anthem. It enhances life which allows me to make plants or trees like what I just did a moment ago. It comes in handy in the right situations." Forrest explained to Castor, though Forrest was reluctant to explain more of his Semblance as a slightly bitter frown appeared on his face as repressed memories made their way to the forefront of Forrest's mind.

It's just like yours, great-grandpa... I thought you would have been proud to see your great-grandson develop a Semblance... Forrest thought with intense, boiling resentment.

While Forrest was brooding for a brief moment, Castor made his way over to the teacher's desk. Forrest's resentful expression faded as he noticed Castor make his way to the desk.

It has been a while... Why hasn't a professor shown up yet? Forrest mused as he followed Castor.

[Castor Achromos]

Castor noticed the look on the new student’s face as he stopped mid explanation of his semblance, knowing better to press the issue further he dropped and returned his focus to the professor’s desk. It seemed like any other desk as far as Castor could something was off, Castor could feel something was off. Castor looked at the few students who had arrived, he failed to recognize any of them, though if it was because he hadn’t met them before or they were so incredibly boring that Castor forgot about them, he wasn’t sure. More importantly it seemed none of them seemed concerned that the professor had yet to arrive. Hopefully the professor’s desk would shed some light on this weird situation, it wouldn’t be the first or last time Castor had to dig his way through a faculty’s belongings. Though in the previous case it was them confiscating his scroll or other similar situations. Instead, as he searched through the desk, he found it was empty save for a simple folded piece of paper in one of the drawers. The unease for Castor grew as he noticed more and more of the students slowly started to reach for their various weapons.

“So that’s what this is? oh well I could use the morning workout.”

Castor didn’t bother to open the note, chances it would have been an insult of some kind, besides he was pretty sure the “professors” was never going to show up for this hazing. Castor figured these students in question had some problem with him though given his reputation it’s not surprising, though…Castor remembered the new student was caught in the crossfire.

“Sorry about this,” he said before casually walking over to the door before locking it, Castor may still be dealing with the mother of all hang overs but beating down on some random wannabee huntsman might be exactly what he needed.

[Forrest Waldstein]

"Castor, I don't think that's a good idea..." Forrest spoke as he noticed Castor rummaging through the desk of the currently absent professor. His suggestion was met only with silence, as Castor either did not hear him or ignored him. As Castor produced a piece of paper from the desk, Forrest's gaze made its way towards the other students, currently reaching for their weapons. His face grew pale as their demeanors grew increasingly aggressive towards the two of them. Forrest followed Castor, currently the only person he felt safe with at this moment, as he locked the door and apologized.

"Castor, please tell me why the hell this is happening right now..." Forrest murmured in a mix of confusion, fear, and just a touch of anger.

The students slowly began walking towards them. Forrest instinctively grabbed at his side, only to grasp the air.

Dammit! I didn't bring Grashalm!

Forrest began to analyze the situation for any advantage he could get. He had seeds to assist the growth of plants with Sylvan Anthem. There were two, four, six hostile students Forrest counted. They may have already seen him use Sylvan Anthem, a disadvantage, as Forrest wouldn't have the element of surprise anymore. Forrest made another realization: the floor of this particular classroom was made of wood, a huge boon for Forrest!

The floor, it's wooden! I can use the floor!

[Castor Achromos]

Castor wasn’t surprised the new student was confused on what was going on, still didn’t expect him to freak out so much about it.

“This would be a hazing, their probably after me given that I…” he said before stopping, and looking at the nearest would-be attacker “what did I do to you idiots?” Castor asked both to insult them and buy time for a plan. Glancing at their weapons he noticed something quite interesting, none of them were using guns or even combinations weapons that so many Beacon students were so fond of. Most of their weapons were basic in nature like swords, spears and one of them even had a crossbow. Castor figured they planned for this fight to be quick and quiet. Though how the new students got involved? He wasn’t sure, assuming the new student was secretly working with the would-be group of “punching bags” what would he gain from it? It seemed they also forgot their weapon, which made Castor silently judge them, with a small sigh Castor retrieved his weapons from his pockets before tossing them in the direction of the new student. There were a pair of old style boxing, Cestus style gloves used in ancient times in Mistral. With a rather unique type of dust use for it's attacks at the head of the weapon where would most likely strike with.

“Here you can borrow these, but I expect them back.” as turns his attention back towards his would-be attacks.” All right, line up you shits I don’t have all day.” Castor heard something about wood behind him but chose to focus on the closest attack who made a large swing at him with a short sword. It.

their swing wouldn’t each reach halfway through the motion when Castor dug his right foot into their gut with a stiff straight kick and with just a bit of aura infused into it, Castor sends the poor bastard flying into a nearby desk. He may be dealing with the mother of all hangovers, but aura is second nature to him. It wouldn’t be long until the other attacks would descend upon him and the new student, “maybe I’ll let a few of them get past me…see if the new guy got any balls.” He thought to himself without this morning “exercise” should play out.

[Forrest Waldstein]

"A hazing? What did you do to them?" Forrest responded, almost in unison with Castor's question.

Literally my first day here and I'm unintentionally ending up in a fight... I swear I've seen this somewhere before... Forrest coldly thought to himself as he noticed Castor offering a... cestus? Forrest had never really been one for hand-to-hand combat, he felt more than comfortable with some type of sword in hand. Besides, although Forrest was fast, he was not as strong as the average person in his demographic. He had some muscle due to his upbringing, but residents of Oakhearth ate meat on rare occasions, typically reserved for celebrations and the like. Forrest held up a hand to Castor, politely rejecting the cestus. Then, he channeled the power of Sylvan Anthem as it manipulated the preexisting floor to create a wooden shortsword, roughly the size and shape of Grashalm. He took the sword and looked towards the closest hostile student.

Unfortunately, it looks like the time for talking things out has passed... Forrest mused as he sized up the large, bulky student before him. Most would normally be intimidated at the sheer size of his opponent, but Forrest was used to fighting larger enemies. Silvanus, his great-grandfather, was an absolute mountain of a man in both height and build despite his age. Forrest opted for a defensive stance as his large opponent began his advance towards Forrest.

[Castor Achromos]

The question of what exactly Castor did to earn the hazing was answer with a chorus of responses.

“He stole my money.”
“He stole bike.”
“He stole my girl.”
And among numerous other crazy things that claimed he was guilty of.

Castor all the while just stared at them more annoyed than confused, they all sound like stuff he would do. Unfortunately for these morons Castor neither remembers these events happening or cares if they happened or not, instead of asking for more details Castor just decided it would be easier to just to beat them all senselessly and move on with his day. The new students declined to borrow his weapon and seemed like he was squaring off with one of the larger attackers. Figuring he would do fine, Castor refocused his attention one the only person with a ranged weapon, who was already aimed straight at him and let loose an arrow. The attacker aimed for Castor’s head, though Castor felt no danger from the attack, with the state he’s in he’d rather not take the chance. Castor would block the incoming attack by prying off a piece of wood from the professor’s table and using it as an improvised shield.

Of course, this would only invoke more shots being fired at him, but Castor would quickly using the same tactic to avoid any damage as he slowly made his way toward the attack, that was until another person from their group jumped wielding a mace and axe coming down toward Castor with two heavy down swings. With some quick-thinking Castor was able to interrupt their attack mid swing as he chucked the piece of wood in his hand, nailing them in the fact, but of course Castor wasn’t done as before the piece of desk wood fell the ground Castor would drive his left fist into their face with a stiff haymaker causing them to crumble in the ground in pain.

“you guys wanted to be huntsman but can’t take a single punch to the face?”

[Forrest Waldstein]

Oh, great, I'm fighting alongside a thief... Forrest contemplated in his head as the towering, hostile student advanced wielding a large greatsword nearly as long as Forrest was tall. The burly student aggressively thrust his sword at Forrest. Forrest, having been prepared for a frontal assault, already had a cunning ploy up his sleeve. As the greatsword drew closer, Forrest stepped onto the flat of the greatsword's blade, using it as a springboard to jump even higher. Using his opposite leg, Forrest wound back his leg and delivered an explosive kick to the brute's face. The blow hit home, staggering the large student and causing him to take a step back.

Forrest used his remaining momentum to vault over his opponent, landing behind him. Forrest swung his improvised sword around, hitting the juggernaut behind the knee which made him go down on that knee. The brute thrashed his sword behind him with reckless abandon, hoping that the point would find Forrest eventually. Though sudden, Forrest still had the reactions to deflect the reckless attacks. The juggernaut left himself wide open, and Forrest took full advantage of the tactless brute. Forrest closed the gap, and aimed his sword for the side of his head. Forrest had swung with such intensity that the wooden sword shattered and splintered shortly after making contact. The brute collapsed to the ground with a thud, unconscious. Using Sylvan Anthem, Forrest repaired the wooden shortsword back to working order.

"That guy with the wooden sword, GET 'EM!!" called out one of the remaining hostile students.

[Castor Achromos]

Castor could already tell from the new student’s face he didn’t exactly approve of what Castor’s “activities” It didn’t bother him in the least if this whole thing ended up with everyone in the room hating his guts, somewhat used to that atmosphere at that point. More importantly it seemed the new student’s semblance seemed quite handy as it mended the wooden sword he was using. “Wonder how it works…” he though to himself before the students seemingly refocused their attention on the fresh “meat.”

“Can’t have you taking all the fun, can I?” Castor said in response to all of them, he wasn’t entirely sure if he could pull his improvised plan…lets be honest what was about to happen next was less of a plan and something more akin to a violent impulse dictation his actions. Regardless given his “state” Castor wasn’t sure if he could summon fidi properly but figured he might as well wing it.

Castor would focus his mind on his summons, pooling the aura he could muster from his body around him, surely his beast should soon start to make itself known as bit of its boney rib cage soon coiled itself around Castor like a cage. Castor couldn’t help but notice the process was much slower than usual, normally by now the skeleton snake would have fully enveloped the room but…something seems to be wrong with him…Not only that but it seemed some of the attackers realized what he was tried to do and started to panic somewhat. The crossbowman earlier in particular looked like he was about to soil himself, it was like they already knew about his semblance. Was his reputation already that poor with the other students?

Before he had time to react Castor saw an arrow fly toward him and crash into the bridge of his nose with a loud smack, unlike the previous attacks this one found it’s mark causing the shades Castor was using to shatter from the impact revealing his bloodshot red eyes and soon descending fury…not at the attacker though but at himself. After all he should have easily been able to react accordingly before?

[Forrest Waldstein]

The whole room seemed to freeze as Castor summoned the foul beast, save for the stray bolt from the crossbowman. Forrest felt himself grow pale and clammy as the beast continued forming.

Holy shit... That looks like something straight out of a nightmare... Forrest thought to himself, unable to move.

His gaze shifted to Castor as he was shot by the crossbow bolt. Forrest not only saw his bloodshot eyes, but also saw that they were eyes resembling that of a snake. Forrest felt something brush past him one of the remaining hostile students bolted for the door in a panic. The student ran into the door, shoulder first, but failed to open it. He resorted to turning the lock, but his sweaty, shaky hands couldn't muster enough force to turn the lock. It was awfully pathetic to witness. Forrest almost felt bad for the guy... Almost.

"GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!" cried the student at the door, banging at the inside of a door like a caged, hysterical animal.

It seemed the morale of the other students matched that of the coward. They all rushed towards the door, screaming overlapping obscenities as they all falteringly fought to open the door to no avail.

[Castor Achromos]

The scene soon erupted into chaos as the other students succumbed to their fears and abandoned their weapons along with their hopes and fighting Castor and Fidi, of course there was something different about his summons. Usually, she would easily wrap herself around the whole room several times over, but now the snake was barely a sixth of her usual length and size. Granted she was large enough to easily protect her creator but at a mere ten meters in length she was a shadow of her former self. Regardless most of the attacking students were scrambling towards the exit, sabe for two the fool with the crossbow and the new student. Castor refocused his attention to the only remaining student willing to put up a fight, who of course was already aiming albeit shakenly a new arrow at Castor. Before he could say anything, his snake companion made its way to the assailant, grabbing and crushing the weapon between its fangs in an instant. Castor couldn’t help but notice the constant pain in his head was starting to go away, either his hangover was finally running its way out of his head or using his semblance allowed him to focus and ignore the pain.

“What to do with you?” he said as he slowly made his way to the student, with Fidi slowly coiling around it would be pray like a predator ready to strike. With a single snape of his finger Castor ordered her.

Fidi obliged as he strikes the student on the ground, not to hurt or kill but instead she grabbed the poor fool by her mouth like a lioness holding a cub. Unsure what was going on, the student froze in fear until Castor pointed at the reaming student who still struggled to get the door to open. Was it due to fear and panic? or were they really that stupid?

“Help them open the door Fidi.” He commanded, and again she obliged.

By throwing the student across the room like a rag doll at her target, sending him and the rest of the attack crashing through the door and outside of the classroom.

Castor and she would slowly walk out of the class, the only way he would make sure they learned their lesson is if she beats it into them thoroughly. Before stepping out though he noticed the new student, despite the obvious fear stood his ground.

“don’t worry she doesn’t bite.” He joked.

[Midnight White]

The group of students were sent through the door and crashed into the hallway, sending the door and the sides of the door’s frame flying. Midnight, a fairly tall girl with short, light-pink hair and eyes, was walking down the hallway toward the classroom holding a book and a journal ready for class when she was surprised by, well, that. Midnight yelped in surprise when the pile of students and the door fell in front of her. There was a pause as the dust settled, while she stood there wondering what could have caused that. Out of curiosity, she walked forward and turned the corner and peeked into the room where they breached through.

“Um…?” she said as the girl who accessorized her school uniform with a braided headband and some thick bangle bracelets and gloves slowly walked through the open wall to look around. She looked at the assumed faunus boy with what she also assumed summon and the other lighter skinned boy with a deer in the headlights look.

“Is this Dust Theory 101?” She asked, trying to break the tension.

[Forrest Waldstein]

"Good..." Forrest responded to Castor. He took a deep breath as he collected himself, his makeshift shortsword withering away now that he did not need it any longer.

Forrest took a moment to assess the damage from Fidi violently throwing the one student through the door...

"Castor... I think we're totally screwed if any of the professors finds out about... this." Forrest spoke, gesturing to the space in the wall that formerly had the door. He wasn't sure what the punishment for destruction of school property was, but he was certain expulsion was the least of his worries. Just then, another student came through the now-empty hole in the wall, asking if this was the classroom she was looking for.

"Uh... I think this is Grimm Studies, I'm not sure where Dust Theory would be..." Forrest said. He thought for a moment as he kept observing the damage.

"Now I know what this looks like... but would you believe me if I told you that I was caught in the middle of this?" Forrest asked the female student, hoping that it would assuage any feelings of suspicion towards him.

[Castor Achromos]

Castor did his best to ignore the ramblings of Forrest, only one who would be at risk of getting in trouble was Castor. He was the only one with a history of getting into trouble at this point. More importantly Castor had his mind focus on teaching his would be hazer a lesson they wont soon forget, a few of them tried to run away from him but Castor simply flicks his fingers and his summoned beast bolted towards them cutting them off from the exist they so desperately wanted. At this point most of them had already dropped their weapons and were begging for mercy. Which of course Castor was ignoring, he had no intention of letting them off easy, after all they had no intention of doing the same for him. There was one of them however who seemed to make of stronger stuff, it was the same one who shot the arrow at him earlier…also the one Fidi flung across the room so Castor was almost impressed by his bravado but even in his diminished state Castor could tell the idiot was a few moments from passing out. Covered in bruises all over with flickering aura all around him gave it away.

“You can go.” Castor responded as if rewarding the student’s bravery, but the student refused a simply snarled "screw you,... you monster.” And under his student uniform revealed a round object Castor only knew too well. It was a simple but often deadly dust infused grenade, usually filled with a ridiculous amount of dust to create condensed lethal explosions.

Of course, for anyone else this would be quite the dilemma, aura for all its strength can break just anything else when pushed too far. However, Fidi’s favorite food just happens to be dust so when the student chucked the explosive device Castor simply had to recall his companion to devour the grenade and….The grenade went off as expected but his summon seemed while seemingly devoured the dust within the device in one gulp just as quickly exploded with pieces of the beast flying everywhere in a scene that would be rather gruesome had she been made of meat and blood instead of aura. Castor realized something of with his summon was wrong. Fidi was normally never that fragile…if only who remember what happened last night?

His train of thought was interrupted by the student’s cheer as if they slew some mythical beast or accomplished something of actual merit…aside from pissing Castor even more that is. When a new face suddenly arrived, Castor did not bother bring his eyes off the group of students who were still cheering but he did answer her.

“No this is ass kicking 101! take a seat, get your notes book and learn some shit!!!” He said as Fidi rapidly formed herself back together as if nothing happened. Only now fire seemed to be spewing out of various of its body thanks to the explosion it partially consumed earlier, if the student were afraid before well now they would be downright terrified of the monstrous summon.

[Midnight White]

Midnight overheard one of the students say something about how the professor is going to be mad before addressing her, and making it quite clear he was dragged into the fight. There was an explosion and she held a hand to her ear after a dust grenade exploded into the giant snake being. Distracting her from the conversation. That’s when the snake eye’d faunus student said that this was ‘ass kicking 101.’ For a split second, Midnight considered taking the faunus’s advice and taking a seat to just watch what was going on. It was very tempting seeing as it was pretty much this one faunus with a summon holding their own against a group of other students.

“You may not have started it,” she said to Forrest, “But I’m going to stop it.”

Midnight considered how she would end this without any blood spilling and decided to just jump in the middle and go for it. She pulled her collapsible training glaive from her purse in such a way that it looked like Marry Poppins’ hammer space bag. She also slipped an Ice dust crystal into her glove and jumped into the fray.

She slowly worked on defending herself and disarming everyone one by one in what was left of the room. Once a weapon fell, she would freeze it in a column of ice using her dust glove then freeze a hand or foot of a student in an ice column so they would stop fighting. She then came to Castor and the ring leader fighting and hesitated wondering if she should get involved with their dule.

[Forrest Waldstein]

Forrest braced himself, covering his ears before the explosion of the dust grenade went off. After hearing what the other student had to say, all Forrest could think to do was stand back and let her do what she wanted. He watched as she effectively disarmed the others, using a ice Dust crystal to freeze them to their weapons.

Interesting... Forrest thought as she continued her disarming spree and saw her heading over to Castor and the ringleader. He noticed her hesitation as she stopped and thought for a moment. Forrest decided that now would probably be as good a time as ever to do something.

"Castor, I think they've learned their lesson. Dragging this out longer will only get you in more trouble and possibly end up destroying more property than you already have. They might still hate you, but they fear you too. You can just scare them off and be done with this." Forrest stated, knowing fully well that it would be difficult to persuade Castor to back down from fighting them.

[Castor Achromos]

Castor could feel the fear from the students washing over him like a flood, it was so intense it felt for a moment like he could taste, the same could be said for his summon who oddly seemed eager to continue to fight. Castor was unsure what was going on, but Forrest was making sense, the idiots already learned their lesson and the new girl helped ensure they would not be fighting anytime soon. Last thing he needed was another excuse t be through into the infamous detention with Professor Vera…again. Castor would relent letting the potential bloodlust fueling him, to ebb away into nothing. The snake monstrosity soon returned to its master disappearing into his aura like a snake returning to its tunnel.

“You better start thanking him, otherwise my foot would be breaking all of your asses.” Castor claimed coldly before turning around to walk away, his head was throbbing…it seemed his hangover still wasn’t done. Many of there would be attacks would go to grovel and beg for forgiveness from Forrest and the new student who just joined in the fray. Some begging to bury the hatchet and pretend the thing never happened. Others were more occupied with trying to retrieve their weapons, but the one who chucked the grenade earlier simply glared at Castor. Before digging into his pocket to retrieve his scroll.

“Were not done you little freak.” He would turn his attention to Forrest and the new student “what happens next is on all of you.”

With a press of the button from his scroll, a distant sound of a explosion could be heard coming in the direction of the cafeteria…