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Post by Cian Glave on Jun 30, 2018 7:08:01 GMT -4
Recent events and tragedies just showed how much heroes were needed in the world. It was changing and things were different from before. And the students in Yuuei's hero course needed to become the people that would change the world in just three years. It was an impossible task, but Cian was one of the few that were up to it. And today he was going to teach one of the most basic concepts to the class. Helping the injured and rescuing civilians safely was always important. More important than defeating some bad guy or villain. Handling people safely to not cause more harm than was already done was what these kids were going to learn today. Even if they failed to become heroes, the lesson here would stick with them for the rest of their lives and make them better people. This was class 1-C, the class Cian was in charge of until they got an official homeroom teacher. It was an interesting and energetic bunch. However, the introductory class had a low turn out. It seemed like it was the last class to be filled and the one with the least amount of people within it. However, now it was bustling and filled with those that were ready to move forward. The information he learned from all three classes was going to be used her, so even though only four students were assessed last time he could shape things to help everyone. "Welcome class." He started as he gave them all a lazy half bow. This metal mask clung to his face even though it didn't seem to be attached to anything directly. "It's time for your first official Rescue Operations class. And today we're going to learn how to handle civilians that need rescue." He continued. This class was taking place indoors, and everyone was expected to come dressed in their gym uniforms. He stepped to the side, showing a number of temporary walls set up into four different courses. They were all straight lines and on the other end was a line of mannequins designed to be carried through the course. It wasn't anything difficult and pretty easy to traverse. Behind Cian was a single mannequin that he was going to demonstrate on. It was standing in an upright position and facing forward. The mannequins in the first course were lined up the same way. Each mannequin was adult sized but was light enough for even the smallest in the class to be able to carry if they really exerted themselves. Cian knew that it would be hard for some of them, but it was important that these things were learned. This was the place to do it, rather than at the festival that caused so much trouble. "I'll start with the demonstration of the first technique. It is useful for carrying those that are bigger than yourself." He stepped over to the mannequin and stand in front of it. "First, place your strong leg between their feet." He said as he moved his right in front, but in between the mannequin's feet. "You'll want this leg to be the one that you put most of your weight on." He then brought the mannequin's right arm over around his neck as he started to squat a bit. "You will then duck your head under their arm and shoulder in preparation for the lift. You use your other hand to grab around the area of their knees to lift them up to your shoulders and back." He proceeded to hoist them p and balance the mannequin on his shoulders. His hands were placed on the back of the mannequin's knees and their wrist to keep them balanced on position. "And with this position, I want you to take them through the first course on the far end. Place be careful and do not be afraid to ask me for guidance. Oh, and don't be afraid to use your quirks." With these instructions done, he allowed the students to go to the first end of the first course. A line of mannequins was set up in position for them to each have their own. They had to carry the mannequin in the position they were showed through the course and then place them back down safely. As for the course itself, it was really simple. It started with about twenty feet of clear space so that the students could make room for each other and get adjusted to the weight of the mannequin. The next part was a winding section of walls the students had to move through. They had to move back and forth through the walls, which meant they couldn't proceed in a straight line. The third section was an upward inclining ramp that led to downward stairs. It was meant to simulate having to move through an inclined area or down a set of stairs in a rush. And in the final section, there were two walls the students had to get through. The first needed to them duck under it with the mannequin in hand while the other needed to to get over it. The first wall gave roughly three and a half feet of room to duck under while the second wall they had to go over was two feet tall. If they messed up or damaged the mannequin, Ciian would have them restart from the beginning until they completed the course safely.
So this time it is less of a writing prompt and more just a single round of posts following the directions. There will be four rounds, one for each course. This is less a solo and more just a topic tog et them taught a thing. If your character has a simple question to answer, assume that Cian gives them an answer. My next post will be directions and instructions for the next course, so try to complete this one on this round unless you intend for your student to lag behind as a part of their story. Any OoC questions can be directed to me on Discord. Next round is in two weeks or if everyone in the class has posted. If you want your characters to have on extended conversations during class, try to have your own topic for it so that this one doesn't become flooded. I want to try and keep things as one post per round. There is no posting order since this is mostly just completing the tasks given, just a single post between my posts. - Link for handling instructions I based the course on. - Link for bad paint art of the first course--You'll be going from the bottom to the top --The course is indoors --Red is the ramp going up (the arrows show the incline) and the green is the stairs down.
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Post by Mari Yakobu on Jun 30, 2018 8:53:37 GMT -4
Mari Yakobu Class 1-C || Code Name || Heavy Breather It was Mari's first day back to Yuuei after being hospitalized for a serious Spring time "Asthma Storm". She called them that anytime her breathing problems attacked others. With this being Gym time, she had to switch out of her regular uniform into the gym suits. She was worried about the gym uniforms looking like the ones in most school life manga, but these were kind of fashionable. Dark blue two piece suits with a series of white stripes around the shoulders and down the legs. She had a small giggle when she saw that the lines formed the letters U and A. The pink sneakers was a bit of a clash, but it worked for her. Because she was going have to be active, she had to keep her hair out of the way. She did this by pulling her long black hair back into a high point pony tail and crimping it at the base with a spring loaded, catch locked dark blue cube. The walls of it was just a centimeter thick, but all three ways the cube was exactly 5 cm. Inside the cube was a series of soft spikes that would hold the hair in place and prevent slipping. It was the first thing she had ever 3-D printed and she liked using it when she could. The fact that it matched her new gym uniform was a plus. The last thing she had to wear was a cloth surgical mask. After Asthma attacks, her body was prone to having a greater allergic reaction, so she had to take precautions.
She stood silently in the class set up as their instructor told them how things were going to go. It seemed pretty straight forward and the lack of a timer or stopwatch seemed to her that the main thing was the civilians' safety, not how fast they could get them through the course. As she walked over to her mannequin, she bowed her head to it and shook it's hand. "Hello Mokei-kun. I'll be your partner today." Sure it may have seemed weird to introduce yourself to an inanimate object, but her friends growing up before Miguel came to the house were the Yokai, so she had a name and introduction for everything she came into contact with. With introductions out of the way, her left foot slipped between the mannquin's feet quickly as she made a simple over head pass with her right hand still gripping the fake hand. With a quick pop of the opposite shoulder and and clicking of heels underneath her, she quickly had the dummy on her shoulders, balanced, in a fireman's carry.
She was the first to move into the course, though she wasn't exactly rushing. She kept her normal walking pace, manuevering around the corners as they came. Her footsteps were silent. Sneakers and gym floor not withstanding, she wasn't exactly putting her feet down. Last thing she wanted to do was add to the rescuee count. After the last corner, she saw the ramp. She sighed a bit as she began her slow progress up. Each step was a concentrated effort. First, her foot would move up, it was a slow rise to get the next foot up, and so on and so forth. At the top, she stopped and started her inhaling time. The decline would be simpler so rather than starting it on the way down, she would let out the last thirty seconds or so of her breath and start taking in more. The steps made it easier and harder at the same time. Every half second was another moment that you were only using one leg and after the ramp, this could force someone to hurry up and rush things. Mari wasn't a rusher by any stretch of the imagination though.
The final section was a duck and over section. As she walked towards the doorway, she sized it up and her partner's size. She couldn't just duck forward and walk through it. His head would hit the frame and thier center of balance would be thrown off. Instead, she moved her left side towards the entrance and squatted down in a crab walk. With measured steps she went under the doorway and safely on the other side. When she rotated around, Mokei's head easily missed the jam and she could safely stand back up. She walked over to the next one and sat on the edge of the wall. She aligned her spine with the jam and slowly rotated inward. Her right leg was the first over, pivoting Mokei into the safe area head first. Once her foot replanted, she swung her left leg over. She then stood back up and walked to the finish line. While she was the first to start, she doubted she would be the first to finish.
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Post by Akane Satsuki on Jun 30, 2018 21:40:57 GMT -4
Akane Satsuki "Take the victories you can get~" Crimson Hare I’ve got to do better in this one! The memory of her experience in the introductory assessment fresh in the memory of Miss Satsuki as she stood among her classmates and listened to the explanation given by their masked mentor, while somehow the girl had managed to scrape a pass in that little exercise, she felt she had not impressed her tutor or even herself in that example. A little too prone to overthinking things and taking a cautious approach, in contrast to the more cavalier class members who had taken a rather reckless route to their own grade, the redhead had shown rather a strong sense of hesitation and a lack of personal assurance that had really slowed down her performance. That was not something to repeat here.
I think they call this a ‘firemans lift’? Moving to the lifeless line-up of dummies they had been given to practice their technique with and squatting down to the body-like mock up in order to pick it up as their tutor had demonstrated, internally, Akane showed that she had been studying the topic of rescue a little in her free time in order to get a bit of a leg up in this particular class. Feeling her performance in the assessment had left her lagging behind and not wanting to stay at the back of the pack, the girl had looked over a few articles and ‘how to’ guides online, thought she had to confess this was her first time putting some of that stuff into practice.
Heavier than they look, but… Not too bad? Giving a short groan as she pushed her legs straight with the mannequin now draped across her shoulders, while a girl of her age might have ordinarily struggled to carry such a thing, the frame of the femme was better designed than it appeared. Beneath the Yuuei tracksuit she was wearing there was a toned and honed body that was built for martial arts, though someone with a background in pure strength over combat athleticism might have found such a carry effortless, Akane did not feel hugely encumbered by the doll she would carry.
Whoops, don’t forget the arm! The right hand of the redhead wrapped around the lower limb of her dummy whilst she had wrapped her other hand around that of its arm, after a couple of steps the girl remembered the way that their teacher had snagged that upper limb with the hand on the opposite side and corrected herself, leaving her a hand free. Assuming the method like this was meant to give her the opportunity to use at least one of her mitts while she did this in case she needed to deal with say a door handle or some unexpected obstacle, Miss Satsuki looked toward the course that it appeared others were embarking upon and decided to follow suit.
Should I be going fast, or a little slower? Their teacher not having offered much detail on how to carry a potential victim of a disaster beside the basic carrying technique, given the fact that she wasn’t struggling quite as much as others perhaps would, Akane set off initially at a brisk pace in order to get the task done as speedily as possible. However, as she noticed the way her mannequin was rocking behind her, she questioned her method.
If I was hurt, I wouldn’t want to be tossed around very much, so slow and smooth might be better? Frowning as she put herself in the place of the doll that was riding her back and then deciding to alter her cadence to be a little easier than a jolt, from a sharp march the scarlet haired student switched to a gentler motion and noticed that her ‘companion’ didn’t seem to flop around so much. It seemed better, so Miss Satsuki chose to keep it up as she neared the first ‘challenge’.
A wall, but luckily there’s an opening… Glad I don’t have to try and launch myself over this or something? Reaching a portion of the course that seemed to almost block her path off entirely, after slowing down a little to assess what was in front of her, Akane trundled toward the left hand side of the obstacle and was about to proceed when she found another surface staring her in the face. Wait, is there some kinda door? No, wait, look… Pausing for a second as she overlooked the small gap that stretched toward her right and finding herself a little bewildered until she spotted the narrow opening, while it looked tight the teen with scarlet hair reckoned she could make it through along with her ‘casualty’ if she was careful in the way that she moved. Extending her right foot to the side and shuffling along, given how tight the environment was the student almost instinctively lifted her left hand up to gently cradle the head of her puppet and steady it as she carried out this awkward method of moving, feeling it might be bad if she turned awkwardly and cracked its head on the wall or something.
This isn’t quite as easy as simple strolling… Getting to the end of a path in one direction before finding that she practically needed to double back on herself in order to proceed, while she could walk with the reasonably weighty mannequin on her back rather simply, Miss Satsuki found that side steps proved a little more tiring than she might have otherwise anticipated. Her hips seeming to feel a little weary as she was sent in the other direction once she found herself at the end of another stretch, though the girl was far from exhausted when she emerged from that little labyrinth of walls she certainly knew that she needed to focus a little more on versatile movements during her future PE classes and trips to the gym.
Now a slope. At least it’s not a shuffling one… Taking a deep breath as she reached an incline that moved upward and then stepping forward without feeling the need to take a break at all, with a weight that was supposed to represent a person on her back, even a simple uphill motion seemed draining to the member of class C until she remembered a little piece of permission that the teacher had given out. We can use our quirks~ Gaining a small and confident smile as she paused for a second and then activated her rabbit-like ability, as whiteness spread over her body and a pair of pointy ears sprouted from the top of her head, Akane realized that despite her expectation her ability to transform might just prove more useful than she had realized. More used to launching into large jumps or bursts of speed with the strong legs her quirk offered her but that boost in strength and the extra inch she gained in her gate feeling invaluable at a stage like this, the difficulty that the slope presented seemed to decline and so too did the angle it sat at after a while, proving to the girl she was a conqueror of this little mountain she had clambered up.
No, no, gentle and steady, Akane… Besides, might be better to safe my quirk for later on, this might be a long class Spotting that she could easily use her strong rabbit legs to make the path back down to the ground a fast one but mentally checking such a course of action and disregarding the notion, with a mind to keep her quiet ‘companion’ as steady as possible and because she didn’t know what else might be waiting for her, after only a few seconds of use the youngster deactivated her ability and resumed her original form. Human again as she descended this peak in the obstacle course with pink skin and without her white ears, the student of rescue took a few slow breaths as she descended as she felt the weight she was carrying begin to take a minor toll on herself and wondered what else might await her.
Looks like a dead end, have I finished things? Perhaps a little bit hopeful now that a hint of fatigue was creeping into her because of the fact that she had been carrying a weight like this for a few minutes now, while the load was not overbearing, the duration certainly seemed to make it feel heavier the longer she held onto it. Not a girl who was out of shape one bit and perhaps in reflection wondering how less physically able people might have met this challenge, she would be glad to discover she didn’t have much further to go but the glass of metaphorical value was half empty really given that what lay ahead was probably the trickiest portion, it was only when the girl reached the bottom of the slope did she fully recognise what was in front of her.
That’s low, wow… Only a little bit higher up than my waist, really? Finding herself faced with a section that would likely be a bother to get to even if she wasn’t carrying a mannequin on her back, after a couple of seconds of assessment the redhead sank down into the lowest squat she could and wrapped her free arm around the dummy as best she could, putting her hand on the highest point she could find to make sure she had the clearance in a situation where it would be hard to look up.
Kickboxer flexibility can come in handy in unexpected ways? Once again the expertise that the girl possessed in martial arts proving invaluable to her as she waddled forward with her legs doubled over and knees next to her chest, with short steps Miss Satsuki moved forward and tested her upper limit of clearance with her left hand. Squeezing underneath the obstacle with a bit of a groan and glad that she had decided to give up those extra inches of height that her rabbit form offered before tackling this, finally the back of the redhead’s hand seemed to find an open space and she slowly lifted herself up as she looked at the final challenge in front of her. The wall.
I’m so glad this isn’t a boot camp! By this point the posterior, thighs and calves of the girl feeling warm and worn from how long she had been supporting the figure on her shoulders, she was glad to see that the wall was only a couple of feet high and not too much of an inconvenience. Deciding that the time for fantastic finishes to operations wasn’t not and instead choosing a method to offer the most comfort to both herself and the ‘person’ on her back, Akane twisted around and rested her rear on the obstacle in a fashion that might have looked a little lazy and childish but seemed stable and smooth to her. Turning from her middle slowly and lifting each of her feet over the wall in turn, after a few more seconds than it might have taken had she attempted to hurdle the obstacle Miss Satsuki found herself on the other side of it and was relieved to see the finishing line within sight.
“T-That was… A l-lot heavier at the end than… I-it felt at the beginning!” Feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment in the fact that she had managed to get through this task without any obvious problems despite the fact that the first round would probably prove to be the easiest, as she reached the end of the course and set down her mannequin, Miss Satsuki let out a short sigh and a couple of words of relief at having gotten through this round. Not usually much of a chatterbox so her exclamation possibly have coming as a surprise to the classmates who weren’t too familiar with her yet, they were prompted by a small sense of achievement and the fact that the teen was finally starting to feel like she was adapting to the curriculum despite her wobbly beginning…
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2018 11:06:46 GMT -4
This first exercise didn’t look too hard, but the boy figured that might be the point. It was still early, after all.
The uniform was still feeling a bit weird, but all clothes did at first. The sea of people wearing the same uniform was still really odd to Alex, but he hoped he would get used to it in time. He was absolutely no stranger to lifting heavy objects, so completing this course should be absolutely no issue. He wouldn’t be the fastest due to having no way to really increase his speed, but the mannequin wouldn’t get damaged unless someone else was actively trying to damage it.
Which wasn’t part of the exercise, thankfully. That left the boy able to concentrate on maneuvering the obstacles, and subconsciously doing his best to outpace his classmates. Alex walked up to his mannequin and talked to it like an old friend in a voice he thought was too low for anyone to hear as he hoisted it up in a fireman’s carry. ”Hello my dude, it seems you’ve been captured by the Obstacle Course Mafia. I’m here to get you out, so just try and be as limp as… possible.” he grunted a bit as he adjusted the position of the mannequin on his shoulders after throwing the object up a few inches too far the first time.
He started the course off sprinting to get to the opening of the first turn before as many people as he could. He was extremely confident in holding up the weight of the mannequin, but slowed down considerably when he realized how sharp the turn was. With every turn he slowed down to look to his sides to ensure the mannequin was not damaged, but with every straight shot he sprinted forward as fast as he could go. Rescue training or not, this was a group exercise and whether there were rankings or not Alex had to make sure he did well.
The next bit was going to suck. An upward ramp with the dead weight of the mannequin weighing him down, with no easy way to make it easier with his powers. The boy pushed through and continued running the uphill portion of the exercise as fast as he could. On the stairs down, however, he slowed down to a light jog mostly because he was concerned about losing his balance and falling down the stairs. He could possibly circumvent the stairs using his Quirk, but it would be riskier and honestly probably more tiring because the landing would be extremely violent and to mitigate that would require a lot of power. Lifting heavy objects for Alex wasn’t exactly hard, but the running plus the lifting part made him breathe noticeably heavier at this point.
The next obstacle was a wall you almost had to crawl under, which would be really awkward with the mannequin. Powers were allowed, though, so that made sure that the boy wouldn’t have to do something so undignified as crawling. Alex used his quirk to quickly materialize two squares of solid darkness with four wheels underneath to lie both himself and the mannequin on and willed the wheels to start turning relatively quickly. The mannequin was facedown to prevent any clipping from the wall, but Alex was on his back for no other purpose than to wave cheekily to classmates behind him as he rolled on through. He just couldn’t resist a show of confidence this early, because the competition he hoped it would spark should make the rest of the day much easier. It was always much easier for Alex to push beyond what he wanted when he had an active competition going, so he would continue to make these little displays until someone decided to take him up on the challenge he was putting out to beat him.
He quickly turned his attention to the next obstacle, however, which would prove to be a little trickier. It was a wall that each person had get over rather than under… and that wasn’t quite as easy. First, he stopped the makeshift vehicles and hoisted the mannequin back up on his shoulders before destroying his shadow constructs. Then he started sprinting towards the next wall with everything he had once more, and when he came close to the wall he materialized a miniature trampoline with the shadow of the wall for him to leap onto to get him on top of the wall. From there, he paused for a few seconds to think of what to do before ultimately dismissing the trampoline and creating a soft landing pad using his own shadow in front of him to jump down on.
With a quick visual check to make sure the mannequin remained undamaged, Alex sprinted forward to the finish with everything he had. When he passed the finish line, he slowed his pace down gradually and ended up turning around in a light jog to place his mannequin down gently on the ground and wipe the sweat from his forehead. He forced himself to control his breathing, as well, because this was just the beginning and he had a lot more left to give. Red eyes surveyed the field as the people that were going to finish after him were coming through, and he used the time to make mental notes of every classmate who went through.
If they were going to be big damned heroes one day, it would be good to learn early what each of them could do. Alex doubted very much that these exercises would be solo only for long, and he needed to scout early on for potential partners that he could absolutely crush the competition with. Truth be told, the boy loved the feeling of his body heated up after a workout. He loved the burning in his muscles and the breathing changes. It served as a constant and physical reminder of the effort he had to put in, because at the end of the day he didn’t come to U.A. to take part.
He came here to take over.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 1:39:13 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give "Don't skip leg day" was a mantra that recently swept through the internet. He caught wind of it prior to his resolution to start lifting, but the utter memery of it inevitably carved the advice into his brain. So when U.A. gave him, and the rest of the students, full access to the fitness center, he leapt at the opportunity to graduate from hauling produce for the local grocer. Good-bye pallets, and hello benches. But the look of disappointment that crossed Old Man Kyo's face when the boy told him about his limited availability just crushed his soul, so now Kutsu had to allocate his days between lifting boxes of broccoli and proper lifting. Remembering when to come into the supermarket was difficult enough. However, keeping mental records of his strength training was a whole other challenge. Yes, the soreness in his torso should have signalled a deficit of leg days, but fruits and vegetables could be sooo heavy. His legs were already doing their share, and besides, fellow gym-goers loved to help him out with arms. At some point, though, the young student conceded to the undeniable fact he had skipped all his leg days. So to make amends, he spent the entirety of yesterday dedicated to training his lower body. What was recommended for one day's worth of exercise, he tripled, internalizing the school motto with a slightly unhealthy twist. The result was an inability to get out of bed the next morning. Pain shot up from his feet, through his calves, and up his quads at his attempts to support himself. Sudden recollection of today's scheduled practical, a rescue operations class, only threw salt on his wounded pride. He was not going to miss this assessment. With willpower and assistance from his fluffy friend, Kutsu limped awkwardly toward where 1-C met, his stuffed rabbit, Sir Hopsalot, in tow. Blue eyes hardened at the mention of having to carry heavy, bulky mannequins for their first challenge. Furtive glances toward his classmates confirmed they were really doing this, and the boy steeled himself for the misery that was to come. "AURGHH," he cried as he bent down to hoist the lifeless figure over his shoulders, immediately following with a distraught whimper. "My quads..."Sir Hopsalot bounced back and forth beside his creator. Kutsu cast his friend an envious look. While the instructor encouraged them all to take advantage of their quirks, the boy felt an inexplicable pressure not to let his battle buddy front all the work. He was being evaluated on his ability to bring civilians to safety. Undoubtedly, he'd one day find himself unable to rely on his animals, fueling a need to prove to himself he was a competent hero in his own right. Mannequin mounted securely behind his head, Kutsu set forth. Part one of the course took little effort to overcome relative to upcoming obstacles. At least it was flat. He took frequent breaks and avoided sitting down, because despite the temptations to use his rabbit as a chair, he knew getting back up would be hell. Watching others fly past him, including both stocky and petite builds, did some damage to his confidence, but nothing compared to the dread that washed over him at the sight of the slope ahead. "You're up, Hops," huffed the exhausted student. His fuzzy friend positioned himself behind the boy while he lowered the mannequin onto its back. With the dummy's butt situated atop Sir Hopsalot and Kutsu's arms hooked under its artificial shoulders, the duo trio crept up and over the second obstacle. Level ground returned, thank the lords, but sweat dripped from his forehead and through his tracksuit. For a minute, the boy, the bunny, and the burden stood rooted before the final challenge, letting Kutsu's lungs replenish his body with fresh oxygen. He didn't have it in him to crawl, much less saddle over a wall, so he boosted the mannequin back onto his shoulders. "Sir Hopsalot, gimme some space." At his owner's request, the hardened plushie rocketed toward the first wall, slamming headfirst into the concrete and crumbling it in a cloud of dust. Hopefully nobody got caught by the flying debris. The impact shattered Sir's outer shell, but a few spritzes of tears from his spray bottle fixed him up quickly. He let out a low whistle as his bunny friend repeated the demolition job to the last wall of the round. Thanks to his minor modifications to the infrastructure, Kutsu hobbled through the blown out gaps and officially exited the course. Assuming this marked the end of the first assessment, he threw the dummy onto the ground in celebration and liberation. "We made it!" he cheered, giving his rabbit a tiny high five.
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Jul 12, 2018 5:12:56 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith Is when it's tested again and again everyday I'm still comparing your past to my future It might be your wound but they're my sutures Naoru was looking as pale as ever as he listened to Cian’s instructions. Yet again, they were working with the majority of the class present, and he could feel his nerves already overworking themselves due to the small crowd. He took a deep breath to steel himself, but his eyes barely left the ground to glance at the mannequins from time to time, or to watch the teacher’s demonstration. Though not all of his classmates were around, he was still anxious from the familiar and less familiar faces surrounding him. Although he had assignments where he had to work together with others, being around this many of them still made him nauseous. He noticed the familiar ones: Akane, Alexander and Kutsushita; and he felt somewhat at ease. Walking up to the mannequin, he did exactly as the teacher instructed. He was aware that in a real rescue situation, pulling the injured on his back would be much harder; not only because they would be heavier than the stuffed mannequin, but also because of his discomfort of physical contact. As of now, he chased away such thoughts from his mind to concentrate on what he had to do. With the “injured” secured less than comfortably on his shoulders behind his head, he made sure to grab the leg and the arm and try out general movements before actually starting the course. He walked in a steady but quick pace. There was no point in running, as it would either tire him out or shake the injured person on his shoulders more, and in turn, draining their energy together with his own. However, simply walking would waste too much time as the building above would collapse on them, or their chasers would catch up. Those were the possible scenarios Naoru linked to the current rescue so he could feel some of the adrenaline of a real life situation. The quick, walking pace proved to be effective at the first obstacle, where he had to walk around the walls to their openings, and then back around again in a huge, zigzagging line. He understood the point of it clearly. By placing this obstacle right at the front, the teacher would effectively force them to tire their body by walking, and also hide the rest of the course from them. There was no way to know how complicated the rest would become, but at the same time, storing their energy would be harder. He would occasionally look back around to check the status of the mannequin, and also made sure to take the turns in a wider line so not to injure the rescued further. In the end, as he was given a task to focus on and complete, he was looking less sick by the minute. Turning the last of the corners made his suspicion somewhat reassured. As he laid eyes on the ramp, he knew the current course was effectively and simply simulating a real rescue situation where they would have to cross various terrains with the extra weight on their shoulders. It would always tire them out further, but experiencing was the only way they would actually learn how to adjust their bodies and thinking process accordingly. For Naoru, that was maybe the easiest thing to do: thinking, and adjusting his body accordingly. But for now, the situation didn’t call for assistance from his quirk, and so, he let his mutated body do the work with his aura lying dormant. As of now, he could still do without the Wraith. If there was fire around, or falling debris, however, he knew he would cover the injured person with his Aura and hold them against his shoulders with the extension of his body. But as that was not the case, he just walked up, and then down the ramp. He noticed his side started to hurt and his breathing was becoming a little bit heavier from that, but his dormant Aura was already working its wonders, and wouldn’t let him tire himself out too much. The mannequin weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he just adjusted his hold on its leg and arm as he stepped on vertical ground again. The next obstacle seemed to be a bit more difficult, and would prove to be a little problem. Crawling under a wall with an extra body on top was incredibly realistic, but never the less complicated to execute. Naoru mentally reminded himself that it was perfectly okay to use their quirk during the mock rescue, but a throbbing discomfort in his stomach and chest prevented him to do so. Although some of the people around already witnessed his quirk, showing it around so many people at once filled him with anxiety. His fingers started to fiddle on the mannequin’s body, playing with the fabric of its clothes and finding a button on its shirt sleeve to pick at as he was deep in thoughts. Such compulsive actions were normal for him to help focus his mind. He could bring out his dormant Aura and effectively “strap” the mannequin against his body in a makeshift backpack until he crawled under the wall. That way, he could feel when the wall would be too close to the mannequin’s head through his Aura’s sense, and also free both his hands while his quirk kept a steady hold on the body on his shoulders. But... As it turned out, there was absolutely no need to use his own quirk during this part of the course. Kutsushita’s battle bunny rammed a nice-sized hole into the wall, and even Naoru would be able to comfortably get through it without much trouble. But was it okay? He hesitated for only a short moment before stepping through the hole, and also the second one, where he was supposed to climb through the wall instead. That one would have been done with his own quirk. If his Aura strapped the mannequin to his back, his hands, especially his left, mutated one would have been able to pull him up and through. He knew what he would do. However, he didn’t have to do it, as Kutsushita’s bunny opened up a path for him as well. In real life, he would not use his abilities if there was another way to do things. His abilities might have proven useless anyway... It was with a bit of doubt that he carefully lowered the mannequin to the ground once he got through. He was told it was okay to use his quirk, but really, there was no point in doing that right now. Even in real life, if there were opportunities, they had to grab them... wasn’t that right? He was sure there will be a point in the current class where he would be forced to call on his Aura too, but right now, he might be one of the few to get through without showing even a glimpse of his quirk, even though it probably required the least amount of energy to use out of those present. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Cian Glave on Jul 17, 2018 7:00:19 GMT -4
Cian was quite pleased with how quickly some of the students picked up the task and completed it. Truth be told, this wasn't his first time instructing someone else o how to carry an injured person in this way, but it was his first time having a class to do it for. Seeing the students pick up the process so well made him confident about the second course that was going to take place. This time he was going to give a little less hand holding to see how the children figured out what to do. The man took a few steps to the side until he was standing in front of the next set of walls that lined the second course. This was one more active than the first and showed that the students were going to have to think on their feet a little more. There were some familiar aspects of the course that they would see from the assessment course earlier in the school year. "That's some good work class. DO repeat your efforts for the next segement."The masked man held out his hand and calmly motioned toward the second course. "On this course, you'll practice escorting a civilian while under fire." He said with a brief smile under his mask. "You see, those that commit crimes with their quirks will use them to hurt you and others. They will attack civilians in order to distract you from catching them or because they want to harm a particular individual. You must learn to protect people and escort them to safety while dealing with villains." He honestly thought those kinds of people were despicable, but he also knew that some were just desperate. Either way, what was most important was the life of the innocent. People getting caught in the crossfire of the battle between heroes and villains was not a good thing. And if being a hero was to stay a professional career then it was important to put the safety of others first. "Please, take a mannequin and get it through the course without it taking any damage. Your job is to protect it from harm, even if you should come to harm yourself. You are a hero and putting others before yourself is not only your job, but that makes you different from a criminal. It's not about personal gain, but the safety of those you watch over." And with that, the students were free to pick up a mannequin from the pile and run the course. This one was shorter but involved a little more freedom in approach. "Oh and bonus points for taking out the villain as well." He added as he was interested in seeing who could take the chance to do it. Ideally, he wanted them all to, but he wanted to see if anyone made the effort. The course ahead of them was split into three basic sections. The first had soft rotating poles with short foam bats attached to them. As the pole spun, the bats spun with them. They wouldn't hurt too much, but it was enough force to knock the mannequin out of a person's hand if they were hit in an awkward way. The middle section was a little more devious. It was lined with little airsoft guns that would start firing once a person entered that section. Cian didn't expect the students to dodge the pellets or anything, but what was important was that they shielded the mannequin from the fire in some way. If the thing took too many shots, Cian would ask the student to do the course over again. And at the last section was a cardboard cutout of a villain. It had a foam bat in one "hand" and a little airsoft pistol in the other. Once a student was close enough the device would swing the bat around and shoot pellets at the student in a final attempt to stop them. Just like before, all that was needed to take it down was enough about the force of a teenage girl doing a full body tackle to knock it over and consider it defeated.
((I gave some leeway last time, but two weeks for real this time =3 Also, do not grade with post, it is mostly a repeat.)) -Note: the cardboard villain will pop back up once defeated, so multiple people can "defeat" it.
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Post by Akane Satsuki on Jul 18, 2018 20:59:44 GMT -4
Akane Satsuki "Every day, make yourself a little stronger than the you before." Crimson Hare Yes, I doubt that real villains would wait patiently for the injured to evacuate safely… Nodding slightly as their masked mentor described the cruelty that one was likely to encounter as part of their heroic duties, the next thing that the rescue instructor mentioned made Miss Satsuki look over to her white haired classmate with a small blush. Kehai will be great at this, he was my shield after all… The corners of the crimson haired teen’s mouth curling upward a little as she recalled a situation where she herself had needed someone to lay their body on the line for her, in a way that image felt a little bit inspiring to her with the task that was in front of them.
Even though I’m a ‘sword’, I’ll try to protect what I can. Naoru leaping to her defence so readily, by her reckoning he already had this basic quality for heroes well in hand and the young woman envying that, while her skillset wasn’t all that well developed for the sake of shielding others, from that motivation she knew that all one needed really was a spot of grit and a healthy dose of determination. Besides, the people in the student body would likely have far worse to face one day than the school might offer them in classes, so one needed to learn how to adapt now rather than find failure later on.
Villian? Do they have someone playing a role deeper in or something? Frowning a little at the last thing that Glave-sensei mentioned and wondering just what lay ahead, with a slight shrug and an expectation that she would find out in due course Akane moved over to the mannequins and heaved it onto her shoulders once again. The legs of the lass having been given enough time to recover between phases so that her immobile ‘partner’ felt a lot lighter when she lifted him up than when she was last holding onto him, after taking a deep breath to prepare herself the young woman marched forward at a careful but none too lazy pace and moved toward their first challenge.
Turnstile trouble? The first section of their challenge looking like a whole load of poles had decided to engage in some rather lovely looking pirouettes, as something swung around horizontally from them at rather a hard looking pace, Miss Satsuki couldn’t help but feel the scene resembled a gateway that had gone horribly wrong. The simple devices fitted to keep those who hadn’t paid for the right to pass into a venue had suddenly rebelled against their human masters and were lashing out angrily, from the pace with which the props seemed to be spinning they would be able to hit with quite some force and needed to be avoided. However that was easier said than done.
It wouldn’t be a test if one could just waltz straight through the middle of them, would it? Sizing up the situation before shrugging with a sigh and stepping forward, while the simplest solution would be to simply cross through where these fixed emplacements couldn’t hit her, from the gaps that seemed to be between each one she and her mannequin would have to lose quite a few inches in order to achieve this. Seemingly only a few inches of space at most stopping the short beams that lashed out from clattering against one another, this path would mean pain or failure, and so with the teachers words in mind Akane chose the former. It’ll sting, but I bet not half as much as a hit from Jasmine! Gripping her mannequin tightly as she moved close to the whirling poles and lifted her free arm up like a shield to protect them both, after taking a deep breath the girl with green eyes lunged forward, throwing her arm right in the path of one of the whirling posts.
“H-Hnnngg!” Fist and forearm tensed up as tightly as she could manage and yet as the weapon of the ‘foe’ she faced still dishing out a blow that collided with her just below her wrist that would likely leaver her with a bruise, as her radius was rammed by the baton that this turnstile used to tried to ward her off, the young woman squared her stance and tried not to be overwhelmed by the force that tried to push her over. Groaning and then lunging herself forward as she held her shoulder mounted companion as strongly as she could to stop him from falling, as another threat spun around to hit her Akane thrust her shin up to try and intercept it on instinct. Used to this sort of thing because of how much she had been hammering her martial arts training since battling the blonde beauty in class A, she felt a sharp pain in her lower leg and was forced a little off balance but used her now free left hand to restore that gracefully. Maybe those lessons her mother had made her do as a child in ballet and things were useful in their own way after all?
Looks like that one’s over, I wonder what’s next? Wrinkling her nose a little and smiling to herself privately as she felt like she had passed the first round of obstacles, after taking a moment to steady herself before continuing, Miss Satsuki gave the companion she carried a little pat on his head and moved onto the next phase of the exam. Unfortunately though, this one was far harder to predict.
“A-Ahnn!” Walking into what seemed to be a simple stretch of walking space to connect one part of this particular course to another, the sound of a crack caught the redhead’s attention but not half as much as what felt like a hornet stinging her shoulder as an air-propelled pellet jabbed at her skin. A gun?! Stumbling because of the pain and momentum that the item carried and then retreating a couple of steps on instinct, as a second shot whizzed past the nose of the girl, she was able to see just what was attacking her. Some sort of fixed turret type thing seeming to have a motion sensor that caused it to fire when anything broke through the path it was aiming, as sore as her flesh was, Akane was glad that quite by accident she had been hit rather than her dummy in this discovery. Yet the whole thing reminded her of something she had seen before.
It’s like that exercise in the office block! The mind of Miss Satsuki rolling back to the class she had taken at the side of the white haired boy she was smiling at before this phase of the exercise began, she and Naoru had faced a situation similar to this one, at least in terms of firepower. The turrets in that round attached to targets that would turn them off when they got struck with enough force, in that instance she had found herself pinned down earlier on in the mission and protected by the partner she had smirked at before. He wasn’t here now though, so it would be up to the green eyed girl this time to be the protector. And she chose to play to her strengths.
They respond pretty quickly, but just how fast are they? Narrowing her eyes as she tried to make out just how many of these automated gunners seemed to be lined up to act against her, Akane reasoned that while they might have managed to strike her while she was strolling along, she could be much faster if she chose to be. Those signature white ears stretching out above her head as the form of the femme shifted to something far better suited to her epithet of the ‘Crimson Hare’, after sprouting a fluffy white tail the girl leaned forward and steadied herself with the weight of her mannequin on her back, holding onto it with both hands before sprinting forwards. Taking advantage of those fractions of a second that it took whatever sensors were telling the firearms to let loose their pellets to dash down this stretch of mounted gunners, while it made the legs of the lagomorph lady burn to maintain her top speed with the bulk of her dummy carried on her back, she didn’t let the sensation get the better of her until she was sure she was safe.
Just run like hell! Imagine there’s a dog chasing you down! Capable of dashing close to the speed of an Olympian when she used her quirk unencumbered, while the pace that the scarlet haired student could command was not quite that fast with a mannequin on her back, she urged herself to stay at the maximum she could achieve by thinking of troubling times in her past. Those days where she was run down by eager canines not a pleasant thing to recall but certainly good motivation, the fact that her body wasn’t stung by those bullets again as she dashed along seemed a good sign that the figure she carried would be safe as well.
You might say I made it by a hare’s breath… The ride she had offered the dummy on her back unlikely to be a comfortable one but certainly a better journey than one that would leave it looking like swiss cheese, when the cracks of the guns dyed down behind her, the girl with emerald eyes eased both her pace and transformation and panted as she placed her mannequin on the ground to look it over and was happy with what she saw. Not a mark or scratch on it, at least not one that didn’t look fresh, she couldn’t help but make a playful little pun in her head to congratulate herself on her speed and probably luck. Smiling as she tried to steady her breathing before lifting her silent companion back onto her shoulders, while both challenges she had faced so far had been tricky ones the teen moved onto the next stage of this course with a little bit of hope and optimism, wondering what might be waiting for her next.
First bludgeons then bullets, what’s next… Fire or lighting or something? Given how their tasks had seemed to ramp up in danger with each round so far, while a normal student might not have been that prone to expecting blasts of elemental constitution as part of their education, things always seemed different at UA. Already having suffered an electric shock wicked enough to render her temporarily immobile, while that had been unleashed as part of a competitive task between herself and a fellow redhead, very little would have surprised Miss Satsuki by this point so when she wandered toward a lone cardboard cut-out and nothing else, this seemed to have a strangely stunning effect on her, if only because it seemed a bit underwhelming. It tried its best though.
You won’t get me this time… I’ve seen enough of your ‘kind’ by now. Once again those odd lessons she had taken here and there to hone her skills when she had felt overwhelmed by her classmates seeming to prove rather a boon for the girl, as she cautiously approached the cut-out Akane was ready for it to lash out against her practically from the get go. Gripping her mannequin as firmly as she could as she watched the line of fire that the pea shooter it was carrying could put out, even without the sharp hearing and rapid reflexes of her transformed state, as a bullet came whizzing toward her, the scarlet haired student was able to hop to one side and void it.
I’ve seen all of these moves before… The target also acting like a turret to follow the form of the femme as she shifted before unleashing another round toward her, while this was a ‘new’ manoeuvre compared to what the Crimson Hare had faced in this challenge so far, it was still somewhat predictable given how she had come up against such drones in the office block mission. Staying light on her toes and holding her ‘partner’ with both hands, Miss Satsuki hopped from one side to the other in a zigzagging pattern as she approached the machine, capable of zipping and twisting round the pot shots it took with relative ease. Really this single unit seeming like a bit of a pushover to evade, it had possibly been set up as a sort of confidence booster to show how students had learned and developed themselves in this trial, but to the nimble martial artist it seemed little more than a time waster.
A little upgrade, but still not enough! Perhaps appearing a little bit overconfident as she drew close to the turret and found herself being swatted at by one of those bats, having gotten used to the speed and power with which they could hit, the left hand of the young lady moved reflexively and she actually managed to trap the weapon in her grasp. By no means a powerhouse but strong enough to hold onto the close combat weapon long enough to thrust her foot forcefully into the ‘body’ of the mock up, as it toppled over in defeat Akane spied the end of the course she had undertaken and let out a sigh of relief.
“My training seems to be paying off, little by little…” No longer feeling like the student that was lagging behind the class as she had performed her first two tasks with practical perfection, with a long stride to carry herself over the enemy she had downed, the green eyed girl smiled and gave herself a bit of assurance that she felt that she deserved. Steadily evolving into someone a little more like the hero she wanted to be, while many times her skills or doubts would hold her back, Miss Satsuki was finally starting to feel like she had grown a little since her first few disastrous days.
No doubt the next stage will be harder, but I just have to stay calm, listen to what Glave-sensei tells me and remember what I’ve learned already and I should be in with a shot of getting a good mark here… Wondering what else might this lesson test her with as she laid her mannequin back down as she crossed the finish line, though things had felt shaky for a long time, she was at last beginning to feel like UA was the place that she belonged…
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:49:29 GMT -4
Annoying.
The course ahead looked to be frustratingly close quarters. It wasn’t like Alex couldn’t do close quarters, but it expended a lot of energy if anything went wrong and he had to force correct with his quirk. Blocking attacks was much more difficult than firing them off, at least in his experience.
Still, only someone who was afraid of something would hesitate to be the first through the breach. With that in mind, the boy picked up the mannequin as soon as he was given he the okay and started his march forward. Still, his pace was far from the breakneck sprint that he displayed during his last exercise. You could be brave and also not an idiot that rushed in to get destroyed, and Alex had no intention of failure.
The first obstacle was rotating poles with bats, and the boy took a moment to size up the situation before pushing forward. The rotations were predictable, and the motor controlling the damn thing didn’t seem to be the strongest. If it was, people would be walking out of here with broken bones and faces… but he could use that to his advantage.
He strode forward into the course with all the confidence of a pro, his plan for moving forward materializing just before he crossed into the path of the first bat. Each pole cast a shadow, and each bat also cast a rotating shadow. These shadows were immensely predictable, as was the speed of each rotating bat. By using the shadow from the pole as a base, he could slow down the incoming bats significantly by just creating a mass of soft but dense shadows directly in its path. Enough to ‘catch’ the bat for long enough to make his way through unimpeded before letting the shadow dissipate and repeating the process with the next bat.
This process wasn’t exactly lightning fast, but it was about as quick as just barging through the course would have been at the expense of energy instead of getting a bunch of bruises and more importantly making sure the mannequin took no impact that would even bruise a normal person. A quick look around meant that a redheaded girl he hadn’t met personally yet was the closest person to him – only a bit ahead on what seemed like an easy stretch of the course.
He picked up his pace to get ahead of her when she was hit by some sort of pellet and both of them stopped any forward movement immediately. More shots fired, but the girl managed to dodge backwards and both of them assessed the situation and tried to figure out ways to get past it. The girl reacted first, activating her quirk which made her turn into a… rabbit, it looked like. Which proved to be pretty damned effective in a mad dash through the hallway.
There was no way Alex was matching that speed, but maybe he could outsmart the sensors. It seemed to be motion activated, and simply going fast enough was enough to dodge a decent chunk of the pellets. Either that, or the rabbit had an insane pain tolerance that the boy just couldn’t match.
Huh. Maybe he could match that speed. He repositioned the mannequin so its shadow was completely outside of but still connected to his own, and materialized what amounted to be a skateboard large enough for him to lie the mannequin and himself down on. He also created what amounted to bean bags on each side of the skateboard as makeshift armor. It wouldn’t absorb all of the impact, but it would absorb most of it and use less energy than full hardness armor would have cost him.
From there, he backed the skateboard up about fifteen feet and then momentarily dissipated the bean bags as he paddled forward with his hands to build as much momentum as he could possibly get with his body before recreating the bean bags and concentrating on making sure the force of any pellets that hit the skateboard wouldn’t be enough to careen him into a wall or something.
The speed coupled with the extremely low profile of the skateboard seemed to evade almost all of the pellets, and the boy couldn’t resist a bit of a cheer as he dissipated the skateboard and bean bags at the end of the hallway and picked up the mannequin in preparation for the next challenge. The rabbit girl was far enough ahead of him that he could no longer see her, which meant that he had zero chance of getting close to first in this exercise.
That meant speed was no longer a concern and he just needed to focus on what was next, especially because the ‘villain’ hadn’t exactly shown up yet. Unless it was back in the pellet gauntlet, in which case he would pass on the extra credit. He kept walking backward as he thought about it, and only his quick reaction time allowed him to jump back in time to avoid getting hit by a bat. He noticed the pellet gun before it fired thankfully and out of instinct dropped to the ground with the mannequin before getting hit by the damn thing. He absorbed the falling impact of the mannequin, though, so it probably hurt him more than the damn bat would have.
From the ground, he pooled together all of the shadow in his field of view together into one solid mass and simply had it erupt from the ground towards the torso of the dummy in order to disable it. If he was thinking ahead, he would have used a little less energy. As it was, however, he panicked a bit in the moment and overestimated the threat, and used his power at maximum strength to take down the dummy with what amounted into a pillar of shadow to the chest that slammed it like a tennis ball.
He didn’t quite realize his mistake until the pillar was gone and he saw it was just a damned dummy, but he cursed under his breath the second he found out and picked up the damned mannequin in order to cross the finish line. Instead of a pleasant burn at the end of this course, due to using his power so much in the last exercise he was actually starting to get tired. The constant carrying of the mannequin didn’t help either, and this looked to only be the halfway point.
On the bright side, in neither course so far did his mannequin take any damage. That was something to be proud of, at least. He had accomplished the goals of the course so far, even if he did use a lot of energy to do it.
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Jul 30, 2018 5:40:44 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith Is when it's tested again and again everyday I'm still comparing your past to my future It might be your wound but they're my sutures Listening to the teacher’s explanation about the next part of the course made Naoru realize it wasn’t only about physical exercise at all. Cian was effectively also teaching them what it meant to be a hero, how they should always prioritize the well-being of others rather than their own if they are really serious about this profession. Rather than a job, it should be their life style. He lowered his eyes, and thought back to the previous lessons he had that were similar to this one. With one of his classmates, Akane, he had the chance to go through a course similar to what they were about to do. The familiarity of it made him somewhat be at ease, but also realized that there was no way for him to do it without the aid of his quirk this time. He didn’t see Akane’s glance, nor her blush, as he was still deep in thought and already planned his next step even before he grabbed a mannequin, but he was also thinking of her, and how they were able to overcome their assignment that time. The mannequin he chose was the same weight as the one before. He pulled it over his head by one arm the same way as they all did in the previous course, when he was ready to move. He waited a bit for Akane and Alexander to go ahead and clear their time before taking a deep breath and start on his own. He halted right as he saw the first obstacle. The rotating poles with the foam bats attached looked just a tad bit menacing, even though he knew they would barely hurt if he was smacked by the weapons. Rather, the mannequin would be either damaged or hit out of his arms and off of his shoulders, which, he supposed, was the exact point of this first problem. He stood in front of the rotating poles, watching their movements, and saw short moments when the road was just a slight bit clearer than the rest of the time. The rotation was steady and predictable, however, they were set so there never was a completely clear route ahead. The mannequin was always in danger, sometimes more sometimes less, but, Naoru supposed, that was natural. He never took his eyes off of the obstacle as he adjusted the mannequin, and instead of holding it on his shoulder, he moved the stiff doll onto his back, catching its legs with his arms around his waist just as his Aura slowly poured through his pores. As he was adjusting, his Aura was also taking form, the ethereal, white substance hugging his upper body and arms like a coat. It didn’t only cover himself, but part of it also settled around the mannequin on his back, keeping its from steady on him, effectively freeing his arms, as there was no need for him to hold the doll against him anymore – his Aura did that for him. As if carrying the mannequin in a giant, white backpack, Naoru focused his mind into hardening his Aura enough to keep the mannequin safe. He could feel a certain calmness wash over him when his quirk was visible, and he knew he will be able to see through the course with less trouble. Once preparations were complete, he waited for the short moment to have his route clearer, and leaped forward. Holding his arms up to cover his front, he tried to avoid as much of the foam weapons as possible. While he wasn’t fast, he was agile enough to lean, step, and turn away from the predictable but overwhelming attacks of the poles. Even with the extra weight on his back, he knew how to avoid the attacks to protect the mannequin. As his Aura covered it, which was an extension of his body able to feel just like any other part of his skin, he was able to calculate his now wider body into his movement with ease. The attacks he wasn’t able to evade were deflected with his arms, and even though the foam was soft, it stung through his Aura. This was no pain he wasn’t unfamiliar with, so it barely made him stumble before he got his footing again and leaped through the last row of poles into the clear. Looking back over his shoulder he made sure, both with his sight and sense of his Aura that the mannequin was still safely covered, and he got ready for the next part. There was a clearing in front of him, stretching a few meters ahead, which was, in itself, already suspicious. He used a tactic he preferred to use when dealing with the unknown, and raised his left hand to reach forward with his Aura. A shapeless, white form snaked forward from his white coat and activated the turrets by the side which earned him a set of airsoft bullets against the extension of his body he pushed forward. The pellets stung, and even though he knew they could not cause lasting damage to him, they would surely damage a mannequin enough if the right amount was used. Lowering his arm, his Aura settled back around him, covering both his body and the mannequin’s before, yet again, he sprung into action. There was no need for further preparations. His hardened Aura would be able to form a barrier against the bullets and make sure the mannequin wasn’t damaged. As he mainly focused on keeping up his defenses, his sensitivity was just barely lowered compared to an average sense. The attacks stung where they him, but Naoru maneuvered his body accordingly, rushing in a zigzagging line, keeping in motion and leaping, jumping when necessary. There were times when one turret stopped firing and another started as the first reloaded, but that only slowed the barrage down, never let it stop. He wasn’t about to give in though, turning his body to avoid the denser line of fire and stepping low, then raising himself and leaning forward with agile movements to avoid as many hits as possible, he was through the clearing with barely any injury to his Aura, and no damage to the mannequin itself. No airsoft bullet could go through his Wraith when he was extremely focused and painless. He thanked his light quirk and agility that aided him through the lines of fire, and without missing a beat, he stepped forward to the next problem. A cardboard villain stood in front of him, not unlike the ones he met in the first rescue operation class, or those he saw in the rundown office building he went through with Akane. Strangely enough, compared to the rest of the course, this one seemed the least harmful. He raised an eyebrow at the unmoving villain, and attempted to step around him when it suddenly started to move. The bat it held in its hand was raised and swung from side to side as a mimicry of an attack, while pellets were shot toward his legs from the turret on its other side. Naoru was so surprised by the suddenly live opponent that his clawed left hand, hardened and bigger than the other due to it being entirely made of Aura, shot out and forward with enough strength to tackle another human, and effectively toppled the cardboard down to the ground, forcing its movement to stop. Naoru stood frozen for a short moment before uttering a soft “Oops” and lowering his arm back to a natural size at his side. That wasn’t actually intended, but luckily, it worked out. His instincts kicked in by the sudden movement, and he was incredibly glad that the opponent was made of cardboard instead of flesh and blood... With the villain out of the game, Naoru tiptoed around it, hoping it won’t stand up any time soon and attack him again, and went to the finish line. His Aura softened and lowered the mannequin down to the ground from his back, and once he was relieved from the extra weight, the white substance settled around his form. It looked much like white mist trapped in a glass of jar, solid, though looking anything but that, while it formed the default coat around his upper torso and arms. Now that he was sporting the appearance of Aura Wraith, he found no use in making the Aura disappear from sight. He stood with the white quirk, and was waiting for instruction to start the next part of the class, no nausea or anxiety visible. Compared to how he started, it was as if he was a completely different person now. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 2:49:07 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give Oh, there was more. At the mention of a second round, the boy fell backward, plopped his behind down, and sprawled next to the mannequin he recently slammed to the ground. Sir Hopsalot nestled his way between the two limp figures, nudging his creator with a firm nose. Kutsu invested all his willpower into not falling asleep right then and there, straining his ears to filter out the sound of blood rushing through his head and focus on the next set of instructions being doled out. His instructor wasted no time prepping them for what sounded like a more interactive (read: realistic) experience. A few more minutes of rest was all he needed, truly. His first assumption was that extra hands were pulled on deck to perform as pesky evildoers, and he certainly didn't want to fight anyone, at least in this state. As the view of the ceiling above became less cloudy, he swung himself back up into a casual fetal position, staring blankly at his classmates embarking on the next task. If only he could watch them all the way through. "Do your best, everyone!" he cheered, fist in the air as their backs disappeared into the chaos. He knew if he loitered for too long, he'd earn himself a scolding, so the young trainee hopped back onto his feet and gave his body a well-deserved stretch. How his muscles protested when he again hoisted the dummy over his shoulders. Letting his lungs fill up capacity, he marched into the second course. A forest of revolving posts appeared as the opener. Though the bats extending from the center pillars didn't swing too wildly, their bulk and numbers posed a hefty trial. It was incredibly tempting to barge through the bats and take the beating, but the safety of his mock rescuee stood at the top of his current priorities. Part of him wanted to shot put the plastic figurine, letting it arc over the first obstacle. Not the most comfortable tactic for a potentially injured person, but this was a fake! Still, he doubted his ability to breeze past the spinning bats quickly enough to catch it on the other side. Instead, Kutsu relied on his four-legged sidekick. "Hey Hops, could you slow these down for me?" came his request. Obliging, the bunny leapt onto one of the swinging arms and sank his teeth into the center trunk. Sounds of scraping metal pierced the air, and with his hands securing the mannequin, he couldn't afford to cover his ears. "How did they get out of here so quickly?" he groaned, thoughts wandering to the status of his classmates. The hero pair worked in rhythm, syncing Sir Hopsalot's countermeasures with Kutsu's weaving. The plushie jumped from bat to bat, anticipating his partner's travel pattern. When one set of arms skidded to a halt, the boy sidestepped into the movements of the neighboring posts like a revolving door. They steadily made pace and completed the first set of obstacles. Not too far ahead stood a familiar frame. "Naoru!" He had no free hands to wave. However, his classmate already trudged midway through the second section, by the looks of it. The white-haired boy seemed too deep in his own struggle to hear the call. Lucky, because Kutsu realized in alarm that he could've broken his friend's concentration, and he'd never forgive himself if he caused someone to fail this lesson. So he watched in silence, fascinated by the white shroud around the other boy. Tiny bullets flew from all directions but all targeting one thing. Kutsu gulped at the prospect of taking on this new challenge, but he was grateful for the preview, affording him the opportunity to hastily strategize. He couldn't have his rabbit take out all the turrets. They looked much too sturdy, and too many of them lined the field. Sir Hopsalot was fast, but airsoft guns were faster. Maybe now was the time for a Hail Mary shot. Kutsu wriggled the mannequin off his shoulders and into his arms, folding up the body to minimize exposure. He hunched over, let his sidekick sit on the dummy's head like a helmet, and booked it. "Owowowow."Speed was not his forte. The previous segment left him tuckered out, and he took no pleasure in being pelted by a plethora of pellets. As he ran, he angled his body toward the firearms, letting his plushie take the brunt of volley from the front. After a harrowing and admittedly painful experience, the bombardment ceased. He took a brief moment to set the dummy down and inspect it for signs of damage. A wince seized his expression at the sight of subtle dents in its legs, the segments least protected by their brutish formation. But if this was a real person, the total harm wasn't too bad, mostly grazes and perhaps a couple direct shots. They'd be alive, that had to count for something! Mentally sweeping these technicalities under the rug, Kutsu raised himself back onto his feet and swung the mannequin back to its original position behind his head. Wet strands of hair clung to his neck and forehead as sweat dripped down his face. The sluggish trio stepped up to the third hurdle. A janky piece of cardboard stood in the way between him and the finish. Whoever designed this poorly attempted a humanoid cut, but this was a school known combat, not art. He squinted, trying to make sense of the mysterious items within the figure's supposed hands. "I'm too tired to deal with this," he huffed, his lips set in a hard line. "Sic 'em, Hops."In what could be easily interpreted as glee, Sir Hopsalot dashed headfirst toward the cardboard villain and pounced. His paws wrapped around its waist while he chomped through his opponent's corrugated elbows. The bat-wielding hand clattered to the floor, shortly followed by the disembodied forearm holding the gun. With weapons no longer in the equation, Kutsu sauntered past the final obstacle. The back of his hand swiped at the sweat droplets threatening to trickle down. Unsurprisingly, the rest of his classmates already lingered by the exit, which meant his arrival signaled the end of this round. Everyone seemed to be in decent shape. "Naoru, you're like a fluffy cloud," he said with a light, though tired, laugh. His comment was aimed at the exhibition of his friend's quirk, which, until now, was a rare sight. He was happy to see them all overcome the same struggles, and despite his energy quickly depleting, the boy looked forward to where their instructor would take them next.
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Post by Mari Yakobu on Aug 1, 2018 21:15:01 GMT -4
Mari Yakobu Class 1-C || Code Name || Heavy Breather After the last leg, Mari was leaning against the wall, waiting her turn to go through the course. This was the first real work out she has done. Her athletics more in the yoga realm than football sprints. After sensei described the next section, she inwardly sighed. It was going to be a My Body as Shield situation. So a Fireman's carry was not going to work. She could see herself actually have to use her quirk this time. As she stood up, she crossed Mokei-kun's arms and hoisted him onto her back, her arms going down and lifting his legs up around her waist piggy-back style. With the other students having entered, Mari walked towards the entrance.
Through the first door was an interesting sight. A whirlwind of foam covered bats. There seemed to be just enough space for her to squeeze through, but having Mokei-kun on her back meant either she or or he were going to get whalloped constantly. Unless...a smile came to her face as she stepped forward and inhaled deeply. Her chest doubling in size. Shirt expanding with elastic straps connecting the centers so she didn't rip her top. Her lips parted lightly as she started to exhale. A wind whipped through the corridor, violent winds hitting against the spinning bats. The Carwash of doom was soon starting to slow down as it fought against the wind until they were stopped. The motors unable to fight back against the wind. Mari slowly refilled her lungs after seeing her obstacle "crossed" before stepping forward. Without the bats spinning, she had no issues casually walking through the first section.
The second section surprised her though as she felt a pellet hit her forehead. She let out an eep stumbling back a little. So now she was being shot at. If these were real bullets, she would be dead right now. Her mind raced through different options for proceeding. There didn't seem to be any physical deterrents this time. Her eyes bounced back and forth, scanning the area. All the guns seemed to be coming from the front. She took a moment to adjust her grip on Mokei-kun and hold onto the arms around her neck instead of his legs, letting his entire body fit behind her. She then started to in hale. Her chest filling and stretching again. If she was going have to use her body as a shield, she would need a bigger shield. Stepping forward, she took the first pellet to the chest. The sting was there. But the pellet bounced off her stretched skin like a coin hitting a drum skin. There was even a louder sound than normal as the vibration echo'd through her chest. Each pellet making a cocophonous sound with each step and shot. That was until she crossed the end and was out of the path and the villain popped up. Pellets were being plinked off the center of her chest and the bat started to whirl like before.
If anything this was more annoying that before. She needed to let out her held breath anyway. Pressing her lips together, she forced out her breath through a stream lined opening. The air was faster and more focused this time, but it easily coned out. The cardboard villain started to go back and forth like a street sign in a storm until it slammed down hard to the ground. Slowly letting the air back in, she casually strolled across the line and set Mokei-kun down. That was two breaths. Any more today and she will be in trouble. She just needed to keep that in mind as she went.
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Post by Cian Glave on Aug 2, 2018 21:11:51 GMT -4
The application of quirks and learned skills to the course made Cian smile under his mask. It was nice to see the more outgoing students make the effort to get through the course the best they could. He didn't expect perfection from them. This was a moment for learning, not for examination. However, it was interesting to see who used what quirk or skills to get through and who just tried their best in the situation. He could clearly see the difference in students and ow each of them handled the situation differently Hopefully this carried on into the future when the courses became more difficult when he put out the exams for the students to undertake. It was going to be a truly interesting process. He had to resist the urge to gamble on how the results would turn out. He did play a few mental matches with himself to see how each student did, but that was merely fun and games with his own head.
"Well done class. Now then.." He spoke up to usher the students that were ahead of the group to the next course. He would, of course, help those who were falling behind, but there was nothing wrong with that. Everyone was learning after all. "If you are having trouble, it is okay. This is the place to practice to your heart's content." When it came time to rescue real people like at the recent festival, Cian wanted them to have the skills and confidence to do it with as few casualties as possible. One day these kids were going to have to face the reality that they couldn't save everyone. However, he wanted them to be able to save as many as they could. It was what a hero was.
"This next course is one I want you to take your time with. Rushing will cause you problems." He motioned to the course, which had a line of cages with mannequins inside. Each cage was on a track that could be rolled in a straight line down the course. "Here, you'll have to move an injured civilian while they are trapped. Rush and they'll bump up against the cage and become hurt and you will have to restart. At the end of the course, you can unlock the cage and let them out." He explained. The goal here was for the students to understand that even when they didn't have full control of the situation, the safety of the injured came first. They would have to consider how they moved them in their rescue attempt. Being rough with the cages was only going to cause more harm.
"Do be careful though, as before the evil villains will try to stop you. Do not let them touch the cage." He said with a chuckle. His humorous words were a sharp contrast to his dark and mysterious look. However, his intentions were not malicious. It was just his playful way of presenting things. As the students pushed the cages down the track, cardboard villains would pop u to smack the cage. The ones with a bat would pop up and a few seconds later swing toward the cage. The ones with airsoft guns would pop up and fire a few shots. Both gave enough time for even the slowest students to react, but if they jerked the cage and make the mannequin touch the edges, it would count as a failure and they would have to restart. Likewise, if a bat or pellet hit the cage, they would also have to restart. But as long as they took their time and moved at a steady pace it wouldn't be an issue.
There were seven villains in total in three possible orders they could pop up in. (Pick one) -Bat|Bat|Gun|Bat|Gun|Bat|Bat -Bat|Gun|Gun|Bat|Gun|Bat|Gun -Gun|Bat|Bat|Bat|Gun|Gun|Bat
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Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 5, 2018 15:12:52 GMT -4
Darren wasn’t particularly a fan of rescue class.
He did not hate it. It beat the hell out of math, but among their hero courses, it was the one in which he had the least freedom. Not that it didn’t make sense; carry injured people came with a lot of perfectly sensible dont’s. Darren had no objection to these dont’s.
Darren simply disliked dont’s.
The first exercises consisted of carrying a mannequin on their shoulders through a winding course. It went straight, then left and right and up and down, and they had to do it by carrying the mannequin like the teacher showed them. When his turn came, he shook the wooden’s man hand.
“Long time no see, Stiff Bob!” he said.
He carried the mannequin on his shoulders through the course. It wasn’t too difficult. His quirk wasn’t particularly suited to moving people, but Darren was one of the students who could perform the best without his quirk. His experience as a delinquent played a huge part in it, as he would get in exponentially worse amounts of trouble when he fought with his quirk, forcing versatility on the blonde boy.
As such, Darren was tough and well built, knew how to pace himself, and had the balance of slightly overweight cat even with the mannequin on his shoulder. He climbed down the stairs energetically, whistling on his way to the finish line.
The second course was a little funnier. Now he and his buddy Stiff Bob were being shot at. “Don’t you worry, buddy,” Darren said. “I’ll get you safe.” They had gotten through the rotating bats just fine. Darren had dodged quicker attacks.
The next section was a bit of a head-scratcher. Airsoft guns fired at them. There was no other way to go through. After a bit of deliberation, Darren decided to power through. If they wanted him to stop, they wouldn’t have used airsoft guns.
Darren made it through just fine, shielding Stiff Bob. He was a tough boy. Airsoft guns stung, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. He would probably have red marks on his back tomorrow, though.
The last section was a cardboard cutout. It reminded Darren of good memories in the first training exercise. “Just hold on for a second, Bob. Won’t be a minute.” He carefully set the mannequin down, looked at the target, charged his quirk, activated it, drove his knee into its cardboard face. It was out.
He had taken his time through the course, not hurrying at all. He reasoned that if they were being judged on carrying injured people, jerking them around with his quirk would get him points docked from his grade. Darren couldn’t afford that. He had bad enough grades in most regular subjects, except history surprisingly, and English less surprisingly, and relied a lot on the heroics classes to pass the year.
As such, a few students finished before him, including the bunny girl, aura boy, shadow boy and two others whose nicknames he hadn’t decided on yet. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t have a good nickname for any of them. It was a mistake he would have to correct, he thought, finishing the second course with Bob on his shoulders.
Now they were told to take their time. Darren wondered if it meant he should have hurried before or if it meant that he had done right. He shrugged, rattling Stiff Bob’s wooden limbs a little.
He yawned. The next course involved pushing carts slowly. He stopped listening in the middle to daydream of his soft bed.
When the first villain popped up, it startled Darren enough that the mannequin dove head-first into one of the bars. He was told to restart.
On his second try, he dragged the cage, figuring villains were more likely to appear in front. This time he dealt with them, one by one, slowly dragging the cage, stopping when a mannequin popped out, jumping to it, driving a knee to its face, rinse and repeat. When this course was over, he got vocal.
“Sensei, this is too easy. Can we get something more fun? I'm tired of carboards villains,” he obnoxiously complained out loud in a loud, tired-on-purpose voice. He purposely squinted his eyes in an effort to sell the fatigued look.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2018 18:19:50 GMT -4
Fuck. This one would be slow by its very nature, and slow was bad for Alex. Slow meant he had to maintain his quirk for longer and he was already starting to feel tired. This was the second to last one and it was a goddamned meat grinder. He took a second to catch his breath, and during that time Darren moved forward and failed the test because a cardboard villain came up and caused the cage to jerk.
At least he knew how the enemies would show up, which was an advantage. He also had to drag the cage down the entire course when he was already close to being gassed, which wasn’t an advantage. The boy didn’t even try to take the lead for this course, because he knew if he failed even once he was fucked. He would be too tired when it came to the last course to do anything but wheeze if he did anything less than perfect this time around. Fuck. Alex needed to be on his A-game for this one, or he was going to get completely embarrassed. That outcome was unacceptable, so he just needed to do a perfect run this time around. Easy enough, he was great. Everyone accepted to U.A. was great, that was why they were here. He just needed to be extra great this go around.
He needed to think of a way to minimize the amount of shadow he needed to use for the gun, because he was going to just pull the cage along from ahead and absorb bat hits if needed. Alex used the shadow underneath the dummy to create a solid square of matter an inch or so in front of the barrel and the pellets ricocheted off harmlessly. The boy pumped his arm up in the air, he was a goddamned genius. A student of truly titanic intellect that could think his way through any obstacle. A modern day goddamned Einstein. Take any problem in the entire universe at that moment, and he could solve it because he was truly a genius.
Then the second dummy popped up with a bat, he was too busy mentally congratulating himself that he was unprepared for the unexpected physical trauma to his body. The wind was knocked out of him as sharp pain began to course through his chest. Okay! That was pretty terrible but the next one had to be a gun one, right? That was how these things worked, probably. Alternating weapons so students got used to both of them! That made a lot of sense, as expected of someone as experienced as Glave-sensei!
Wrong. It was another bat, and Alex got smacked again with it with a lot of force because he made absolutely no effort to meet the bat before its momentum was at its maximum. The next one was yet another bat, and at this point both his back and front chest were aching pretty from getting wailed on by the damn things. Just as he figured out the damn gun dummies he got three, count em three of the damned bats in a row. He could also deflect those with his quirk but it would take way more energy and it was probably smarter to just get hit by the bats at this point. Or, at least, getting hit by bats was the only idea that he could come up with at the time. He certainly didn’t want a bunch of hard swings to the body, but he also didn’t really see a way to avoid it at this point, as awful as it was.
He was so busy mentally complaining that he almost didn’t catch the next dummy in time, but got his shadow created matter up in front of the gun before his cage got hit. The gun dummy after that was child’s play, and for the last bat Alex finally had enough of just taking the hits and walked up to it with his forearms up to absorb the blow. He also threw a useless punch at the dummy because he was starting to get frustrated with getting hit so damn much.
The last bat dummy, however, was the last opponent in the line and Alex pulled his cage along to the end much more frustrated than when he started. He still hadn’t gotten completely used to the sensation of being physically attacked yet and it still made him so angry when it happened repeatedly. He made no mental connection at that point as to why his arms hurt much less than his back and chest, only fuming silently in anger at being hit so many times.
Bats sucked. That was the biggest lesson he had learned so far in this entire day. Any villain he met that tried to swing a bat against him was going to get beat up extra hard for using such an evil tool of destruction and pain. Ow.
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