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What other fun stuff could Medical!Trained Jaune get up to? Some ideas:
-Weiss is skeptical of his medical training and keeps trying to prove he's a fraud. And while he's a fraud in getting into Beacon, he is actually pretty good at medical training. Again, he's good at lots of things aside...
'Isn't this a bit cruel? First of all, they're making us sing and dance after running a race. Sure it's a pretty short one but some of the other runners look tired. Even worse, they're making the losers dance too! Is this some sort of humiliation ritual to encourage them to try harder next time...
Threadmarks: Jaune's Medical Training: In the End...
Pyrrha: Wincing, twitching after a training mission went bad "Nnnngh...!"
Jaune: "Pyr? What is it? Did you get hit by those bandits?"
Nora: "Come on! There's no way she got hit by a bullet!"
Pyrrha: "N-No... It's not... A bullet... He was a porcupine faunus... And he shot those quills..."...
That makes sense. xD
Cue Tanya putting in her head that she has to honor the whole polish side of the family due to being the last Uma in it, and going 200% effort. ;p
Awesome chapter, great work.
Berserker's fractured body is drawn onto itself, forming one piece again and he roars upon his revival.
"Not even that stops him…" Kazuma mutters as Heracles stands up, a chain looping around his neck as a barrage of blasts send him stepping back. As he swings his blade to deflect a new strong...
Your Worm fic is hilarious.
I had seen it pass by a few times, but after reading the "Professional Racism" part on someone's sig and getting curious, I had to read it all.
It's just the right mix of crack and good that is hard to find.
Great work!
I think that the comment from superman about 'other sources for power rings' might have prompted OL to gather the other ring users he has good relations with for this gathering. Pity no Star Saffire is in attendence, or one of their leaders, would really make an interesting meeting of the minds...
Pretty sure she was sad and had feathers?
No, looked it up - it's fur. Still looks Angelic, but not sure about grieving. But when I think of her I think of sad soo.. maybe?
Threadmarks: Chapter 22: The Heart of the Green Festival (2)
The festival night unfolded in an unbroken rhythm of joy. Beneath the sprawling green canopies, laughter echoed and stories flowed like rivers. People dressed in varying shades of green leaned close to one another, their faces lit with merriment. Their worries, burdens, and sorrows had all but...
Nadia opened the door and after a pause told the next student to come over.
The door opened and Vritra came back in. Gregory thought he might be shorter, but it must have been the wind, or the distance, or something else.
“Huh? Get out, we already talked to you.” He waved...