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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2018 16:58:58 GMT -4
Once again the time had come for the students of UA to duke it out. In this instance, the battlefield of choice was a rundown, formerly abandoned warehouse district the school had purchased for next to nothing. Within the centre of the warehouses they had constructed a thick, wide steel platform that rose up fifteen metres into the air. Kurosawa Kazuhiro, better known to the world as the villain-turned-hero Geist, stood atop this platform and awaited the arrival of the five students who had signed up for this task. As he saw them at last approach (hopefully wearing their hero costumes, as he had requested that), he struck a dramatic pose with his back slightly turned and his arms flexing. “Welcome, future heroes!” He promptly turned back and folded his arms. “Well, you’re only ‘future heroes’ if you can prove yourselves worthy. You’ve probably heard of this game before. It’s called King of the Hill! You see this platform I’m stood on? The top of this is your goal, but only one of you can be the king! Or queen, whatever. We’re all about equality here. Point is, the five of you will fight to control of the top of this. There’s a circle on top, you see. Whichever one of you is able to defend this circle for a total of twenty seconds is the winner!” He sprang down from the platform, landing before the students with his arms and legs outstretched in a star shape. He let them drop after a moment. “There’s not much more to it than that. Quirks are of course allowed, but don’t go overboard. I don’t want to have to explain to the nurse why you’re missing your arms. We have robots on standby to catch anyone who falls too far, so don’t worry too much about that. I’ll be here, too, just in case things get out of hand.” With those words, he turned his back on them and produced a whistle from within his coat. Unlike his last exercise, he was not going to give these students any time to plan a strategy. Sometimes, villain attacks just happened and you had to act fast, after all. He held the whistle up to his mask’s mouth and blew into it, the piercing sound ringing out across the warehouse. “Alright, brats! Show me what you can do!” -- OOC lesson info:
This is the platform students will fight to control. It is fifteen metres high. Students start from behind the platform. Three robots are on standby to catch students who fall. These robots are the size of the average adult man, with bird-like legs that possess rocket boosters to allow them to super jump, long spindly arms holding nets between them, and wide square bodies. If your character falls off the platform these robots will catch them and then slowly set them down again on the ground below, exactly where they fall.ParticipantsRowan Sakamoto Hino Yojin Robin Engell Chimera Rules 1. Please try to avoid having your character do any serious damage i.e no maiming or murder! 2. Whoever defends the top of the platform for two posts (twenty seconds ic) is the winner. They have to stand on the circle in the centre of the platform. 3. Don't destroy the platform.
Geist will step in if any rules are broken, but beyond that you're free to post until someone wins.
Post order: Robin -> Rowan -> Yojin -> Chimera You have 48 hours to post after the person in front of you. Please let me know in advance through Discord (Epsilon#4699) if you will not be able to post in this time. If you do not post within 48 hours you will be skipped.
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Post by Robin Engell on Nov 20, 2018 18:50:18 GMT -4
The lessons of Semper Fi are still freshly branded on Robin’s heart, quivering flesh still sensitive and raw. Coming here had hurt – wavering conviction and steadfast pride his only shields against the memory of that day, memories of combat, of gunfire and explosions in a warzone pull a tripwire taut just over the border of tangible and hallucination. The shadows of X320’s serum sneak in, invisible in the light. But he feels them – a sixth sense, watchers invisible and ignoble around corners, doused in void.
They’re not real. He reminds himself again, gently pinches the skin of his palm to remind himself of the tangible, the pain real and here. The pain of life unlived, of running forever from future and past alike.
“I’m going to live,” a girl’s voice screamed that day at the camp, words softly echoed without voice in the present.
He checks his clothes subconsciously, runs a heated hand along sleeves and chest to iron out wrinkles. Long sleeved and elastic and black, material mirrored in his pants, it’s a costume purely practical. Two pieces of heat resistnat cloth – a further memory event more distant compelled the purchase despite its cost. His clothes, he assures himself, will not burn away with his quirk.
Ignoring Geist’s theatrics, ignoring that some chuuni child in his chest thinks it’s really cool and scowling in self-defense – his attention moves to his classmates, opponents he largely doesn’t recognize. The last few bites of a bar of chocolate disappear as he thinks, its wrapper crammed in a pocket.
Two are clear: Yojin had posted his face in the student chat before, he remembers. A technomancer. Not a quirk he needed to worry about in this instance, he believes, and after a moment of thought, amends that belief to mere hope. It’s uncertain what he’s been allowed to bring, what he’s been allowed to supplement.
The other obvious choice is Chimera – he knew nothing about him or his quirk, but his physical description is unmistakable, and his demeanor in chat is meek. He’s taller, more toned, and worse, his fur is a natural insulator. ‘I’ll have to adjust,’ he thinks, flexes a palm, ‘and push harder to actually hurt when I turn on Heat Start.’
The other two are mysteries. Worse, he thinks, mysteries that seem much stronger than the two he knows. A taller, stronger boy calloused and coated in ink, and a smaller, athletic girl with a driven expression.
‘That’s fine, though,’ he thinks, breathes deep and nods.
“Because none of them are more driven than I am right now.”
A whistle blows – the boy dashes immediately, sprints ahead without thought to the closest ramp to climb – he skips corners for the briefest optimization, hops over gaps like skipping steps on a staircase.
But he stops before its peak, turns at its narrowest point to the ones that follow. It’s high ground advantage, he thinks, and better yet, narrow enough such that only one person can challenge him. An ancient tactic, a funnel that turns a 4v1 into a simple duel, a schoolyard scrap that he’s fought and won before.
When he’s won that encounter, he thinks, when he can push the followers off the platform to the ground below for a delayed start, he can start to take the circle. Any who don't want to fight him would have to take the longer way around, all the way to the other ramp.
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Post by Erek Blackfyre on Nov 21, 2018 17:46:34 GMT -4
Erek wasn't quite sure on how he felt about today, a part of him was excited because he was going to be doing something that could potentially be fun. On the other hand, it could also turn out to be incredibly dull, kind of like his general experience at U.A. Shaking his head, he took out a pair of socks and proceeded to get dress. "For fuck sakes, I need to hurry up..."He yelled as he threw on his gym uniform. "I hope my costume order comes in soon; these fucking things are too gotdamn tight," Erek complained as he pulled at the uniform. " How the hell am I supposed to effectively use my quirk if the sunlight can't even come in contact with my skin. " Throwing away the top portion of his uniform Erek breathed a sigh of relief, "that's better now let's get this over with."
It didn't take long for Erek to arrive at the site, living on campus had its perks. Once he would arrive, Erek would stand with his classmates inside the starting area while wearing a bored expression. Erek tuned out the man in the mask mostly only tuning in when he heard something that sounded significant, he instead his main focus was on his opponent's. Three of the students he had never seen before, no surprise there, but the last one was someone he was vaguely familiar with; it was a girl from class 1-A that he kept bumping into, What was her name, Rosey, Rousey, Rowley? It didn't matter nor did he particularly care, but now he at least could see how capable the other members of class 1-A were. If he wanted to become the strongest member of his class, he needed to start somewhere at that meant defeating the girl. Erek was so caught up with his thoughts that he wasn't prepared for when the teacher blew his whistle signaling for them to go. His passiveness aloud for another student to pull ahead and take the lead. "Gotdammit get back here you little shit," Erek roared as he followed after the other boy. He didn't know what the other students were capable of, one of the disadvantages of not taking the time to get to know others, but what he did know is that he couldn't let the kid get to the platform before him. Erek chased the boy until they were alone on top of the ramp. "Alright kid move, you're in my way.”Erek knew the kid wouldn’t move he saw the determination in the kid's eye and knew he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Erek smirked the ones who fought back were the most fun. He has the high ground but If I manage to time this correctly maybe I can even the odds.Erek released the shadows he stored within him in an explosion of darkness. The shadows wrapped themselves around his fist, and with a single mental command the shadows hardened and became gauntlets of darkness. Shadow Iron Fist Erek mentally called out as he entered a brawler's stance. The technique was created with two purposes in mind, protect his arms while he was smashing in skulls while simultaneously increasing his power while he was smashing in skulls. It was a win-win, he now had offense and defense. Erek crossed the small distance between them with ease; three feet before his arms were where in the grasping distance, Erek's right shadow gauntlet would shoot forward with surprising speed extending past its original reach until it was capable of latching onto the boy's face with a cold iron grip. The delinquent hoped surprise would carry the day and would allow him to get a jump on the kid. If the kid didn't dodge the shadowy appendage, the arm would pull him back to where Erek was, his other fist already reared back prepared to smash into the kid's solar plexus. Erek would then slam the kid into the cold hard surface beneath them. If he missed, Erek would retract his gauntlet and would enter a defensive stance as he prepared himself for a counter attack.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Nov 21, 2018 19:08:32 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ Strange enough, Rowan had not worn her hero outfit before, she had not had it yet. The good thing was that the seamstress from her father's company did not mind to make it, exactly the way she had in mind but it had taken her a while to finish it. Which Rowan could understand. It gave her a better feeling, for some strange reason, also because there was no drop of water in sight near this so-called hill.
Semper Fi had not made her that depressed if that was even the right word. For some reason, it made her furious and for other reasons, she just tried to push it away and not think about it anymore. Perhaps that was too say that she had more pressing issues at the moment, her memory loss was one example. Her hero outfit had not been ready at that day for her Semper Fi adventure, so it had no nasty memories linked to it. The brown and red colours with the golden colour and just the outfit, in general, fitted her like a glove and she had fixed her hair to not be pulled back by any issues that her vanity could not handle, another thing she should simply push aside, she was getting better at that. But the bun was fixed with enough hairpins and hair ties to not fall out or anything. Albeit she was still not entirely happy about the idea of having to fight. She did not know what it was, because why else join a hero school. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes again and listened to the teacher, her eyes already scanning ahead at the platform.
Being hasty would make it bad, being too slow would make it bad either. There were two sides, she had twenty seconds after someone arrived at the top, a whole calculation was what she was considering, making her a few seconds too late to react when the whistle was blown. That did not matter, it was part of her five-second strategy that she had just come up with at the spot. She ran at a normal pace, not yet the need to speed up, she waited for everyone to pick a side, there were five, if they would all fight an opponent, one would be left over. While running she felt the belt that was made of a golden material press against her, the compartments hidden in there had ammo that she could use to throw and explode, mostly were marbles, here and there she kept some different items to help her. Thank god she no longer only had to depend on that.
As she noticed Erek following the boy she did not know towards the one side, she darted quickly to the other, rounded the corner to get onto the platform or hill as she called it in her mind to get up the ramp to the next level and on towards the circle. |
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Post by Hino Yojin on Nov 22, 2018 22:41:53 GMT -4
自由自在 fighting is something for other people Going into a fight like this went against every survival instinct Yojin had build up in his entire life. First, he didn’t look for fights. Sure, he had a bit of a mouth on him, and that had gotten him into trouble when he wasn’t smart enough to shut up. And sure, he’d settled some of that shit with his fists, or rarely, a wrench. But he’d never looked for fights. Fights were something to be avoided. Not signed up for.
Second, he especially didn’t go picking fights with hero students. Like. Seriously? What the fuck was he even thinking? He knew why he was at UA: to keep his head down, get good grades, and then get rich selling gear. Heroism didn’t even enter the equation. The crazy fuckers all around him, with quirks made for combat? They’d signed up for battles and daring deeds. His quirk was a glorified wrench.
Last, and maybe most importantly, this whole arena was stupid, because when he got in a real fight, he only had one strategy in mind: get away, as fast as possible. No dramatic lines, no defending a fucking 15 metre high platform against four opponents, no desperate stands. Get in a hit, try to stagger the other dude, then run like hell. That had always been the plan.
Yet, here he was.
Yojin felt sweat pool on his palms as he sized up the competition.
Here he was. Like a fucking idiot.
Because none of his survival instincts had been useful when he’d gotten stuck in a war zone.
Yojin sucked in a deep breath, trying not to dwell on that. He’d be lucky. He still had trouble hearing, and he hadn’t been able to sleep properly since then, but he’d been lucky. And other people had done most of the heavy lifting.
That wasn’t going to happen again.
Yojin tried to steady himself, and size up the competition. That, at least, came naturally to him: he was good at paying attention to other people. There was Geist--not competition, but terrifying and villainous looking. How was he going to deal with failure? Of the students, three stood out as the greatest threat: a tattooed boy who stood nearly half a head taller than him, a girl in a flame-patterned costume, and of course, Chimera. The last competitor was a boy, closer to his height and build, who looked pretty harmless.
That was a bad assumption to make, though, about a UA student.
He didn’t have enough information to go on here. Didn’t know any of their quirks except Chimera, and he knew Chimera well enough that blizting the platform was no going to get him anywhere against his roomate.
Instead, when the signal sounded, he held back. It was a bit of a gamble--he was trusting that whoever got the platform first wasn’t going to be strong enough to hold it against whoever followed. Luckily, they were all very cooperative. The short kid fucking blizted the platform without even using their quirk, and tattoos followed, bellowing in rage all the way.
Alright. So we’ve got determined, and we’ve got easily frustrated. Does that help?
It didn’t. Not really. And watching too long wasn’t enough. If he froze…
It would be just like the training camp.
Urgh. He clenched his fist, digging his nails into his palm, and forced himself to jog toward the platform. Along the way, he saw the flame-girl run forward, heading for the other stairs. It meant she didn’t have to cut through the melee, and was probably what he would have done if he’d been...better.
No freezing. Pick a plan, and commit, gotta be quick.
Attacking tattoos from behind meant they’d tire each other out while the short kid got the platform. Otherside meant fire girl, who was prepped for exactly that. And there was still Chimera, who might cut him off…
He needed an equalizer. His quirk was useless right now. All he had was a wrench, a screwdriver, and tape in a pouch at his belt. And no one else was going to have a problem fighting.
Ramp. Stairs. Ledge. Cliff. Robots below.
Geist hadn’t said the bots were off limits.
Yojin didn’t go up either ramp when he got the platform. He just went straight across, reaching over the edge of the lower level, and grabbing a bot. His quirk pulsed, and he let out a gasp of effort as it shuddered in his hands, wires tearing free, suddenly lifeless in his hands. He couldn’t control it to fight for him, but he could break it--creatively. Turn parts into a weapon.
Let the others tire themselves out first. By then, he’d be ready to fight.
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Post by Chimera on Nov 22, 2018 23:27:57 GMT -4
825 WC AND FOR MY VACUUM! | Chimera's hero outfit was...not very impressive, really. Because his mutation was so extreme he didn't think that "disguising" himself would be possible, and his fur already gave him a fair bit of protection as it was. All a costume would do was be flashy. And despite his favorite hero, Chimera himself was not the flashy kind. Instead his outfit was a simple pair of black straps over his torso in an "X", a pair of loose black pants that allowed for movement, and two large black gloves to help him lift without hurting his hands. Of course, after Semper Fi, he'd had to make a small adjustment. Pressure bandages wrapped around the part of his chest where he had been bruised like a fruit, and kept his broken rib (which was healing, but still fragile) from moving around too much. Still, as unimpressive as it felt, Chimera liked it for its simplicity. It was kinda cool.
But anyway, onto the matter at hand: King of the Hill with a bunch of Quirkers.
This could only end well.
Chimera dug his claws into the dirt, genuine excitement building inside him. This was what he'd wanted to do at U.A: to practice using his Quirk in a way that was, for lack of a better word, fun. It was like playing games as a kid but with more ledges to fall off of and people spitting fire from their hands. He looked about at the others. Of them he knew...nobody but Yojin. None of them were class 1-B, and nobody was in the sports or music club. Huh. A bunch of fresh faces with Quirks he didn't know and skills he couldn't predict.
A bit more of a danger than he'd liked, but in a situation like this, at least he knew one person he could physically take with no problem. That was what Chimera did, after all. He was a battering ram (harh) against anything and anyone. If he wanted he could probably duck his head and rush the point with his horns knocking others aside. It would leave him wide open, though, and anyone with a Quirk that gave them hardness or extra strength could stop him in his tracks. He'd need to be craftier. Maybe use his strength to subdue them? Hold their arms behind their back and throw them off the cliff? They'd be okay with the robots. Though. If they got knocked off, could they come back once they were dropped back onto the ledge? Hmm. He wasn't sure.
But the whistle blew before Chimera could scheme anymore, and already off went the rest of the party. The two men he didn't know rushed one side, and the girl went for the other. On her own she made an easier target, and her lithe form looked like one he could easily heft off the side. He ducked down, getting into a runner's stance, and prepared to lunge towards her with a bound.
...wait, where was Yojin.
An idle Yojin is a dangerous Yojin.
Chimera's eyes snapped to the familiar form of Yojin running right for the cliff. What the hell? What was he thinking? He wasn't insane enough to just jump off and get taken out so soon. Or, well, Chimera didn't think he was. Instead, he knelt down over the ledge and reached for something out of sight.
The bot. Yojin is going for the robot. Oh. My. God.
Chimera took off in a dead sprint right for his roommate and friend, a ram coming right up behind him. If Yojin got his hands on the parts of that robot who knew what the hell he was going to do with it?? He had seen this kid make sub-machine paintball guns for the hell of it, and that was saying nothing about Dethrattler or the various other horrible robotics that made Chimera's daily life just all the more pleasant. All his electronics that had been busted, all the nights he'd been woken up by a saw cutting through one of the legs of his bed and knocking it sideways. Just thinking about it, Chimera's run got faster, and the gleam in his eye became much harder. A surprisingly sinister grin spread across his muzzle, canines sharp and white.
Okay. So maybe just stopping Yojin from getting hold of a bunch of very useful machine parts wasn't the only reason to be gunning right for him. He'd never hurt his friend in a cruel way. He cared a lot for Yojin after everything they'd been through. Living together, talking about anything, all of Semper Fi...
...buuuuut the opportunity to punch him upside the head was kind of tempting.
"HEY YO-KUN!!"
His fist came diving right in for between Yojin's shoulder-blades. Not at full strength, never at full strength toward another person. But it would hurt. A lot.
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Post by Robin Engell on Nov 25, 2018 17:09:42 GMT -4
The boy who followed has the shadow of a strategy, straight and narrow like the arm he extends. An explosion of void follows, tendrils that grow and whip and wrap into a simple fist rather than something he fears. For the briefest moment, Robin winces. For the briefest moment, he fears for himself, his conviction and his hope, his everything swallowed once again by a sentient darkness, as if the ghost of X320 had found him.
But that darkness shrinks and recedes to a point, and he finds himself once more.
Erek’s stance is wild and rough like the boy himself – a schoolyard bully with an upgraded fist. His luck is uncanny, he thinks as a flash. The style he’s most comfortable fighting against, with a quirk that changes nothing fundamental.
The result he’s thankful for – despite his despair, the hesitation and hiccup at the start, Robin finds himself out of range of Erek’s strike, having leaned and stepped back, and then to his left. Still maintaining high ground, he positions subconsciously, sets Erek between himself and the edge below.
However, any advantage in counterplay is lost – the surprise of darkness’ return stunted his reaction, left his general movement followed by the larger boy’s eyes.
So he waits.
Robin does not make a move yet. Having dodged a blow without a plan, with only reaction, he does not risk a suboptimal counterattack. His stance is loose, mobile – he bounces side-to-side and lets soles slide across that metal, arms bent and tensed lightly at his chest.
“C’mon, you know how many shadows I’ve dealt with lately?”
Even his breath seems loose and unlabored – after a sprint uphill, the boy doesn’t even seem tired.
Hidden beneath the platform, rising right toward his back, Rowan follows unopposed, untouched by either of the two he’d counted on making at least a token resistance. As good as he felt, an objective eye would undoubtedly put her in the lead.
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Summary: Erek punches forward, but Robin ducks back in a motion that seems improvised and last minute after being briefly shocked by the expulsion of darkness. He leans into that motion, steps back a half-step toward higher ground on the slope and then steps another half-step toward his left, positioning Erek between himself and the ledge without surrendering the advantage of having the slope. He does not make an offensive move in return, and instead seems to adopt an evasive stance.
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Post by Erek Blackfyre on Nov 27, 2018 19:22:52 GMT -4
Erek's eyes narrowed as his hand stopped, just meters away from his opponent's face. Before his cold dark hands could latch onto the boy's face the kid gracefully, maneuvered himself away from his attack. Disappointed with the outcome, Erek retracted his arm and threw a weighted glare at his opponent. “No and I don’t give a fuck either,” Erek answered bluntly. Despite his brash personality Erek wasn't stupid fighting a mobile opponent like this kid in such a narrow space was dangerous, one misstep, one miscalculation was all it would take for this to battle to end in his opponent's favor. Though the same could be said about his opponent. It was evident that he outclassed his opponent when it came to raw power, perhaps if he managed to suffocate his opponent and nullify his mobility or even turn his opponent's mobility against him, then maybe he could use his strength advantage to overpower his opponent and throw him off the structure though how he would do that he didn't know. Erek's jaw clenched, he didn't know how to execute his plan or even where to start for that matter but what he did know was time was not on his side. It didn’t seem like his opponent was in any hurry to attack anytime, which was just fine with him he needed some time to think anyway. After a few seconds, a plan was crafted within the depths of his mind. If brute strength didn’t work, then trickery and deceit would have to do. Erek began to violently cough and wheeze as if he was choking. The shadows surrounding his firsts cracked as Erek eyed his fist with a concerned expression on his face. Finally, the construct shattered and turned into a dark mist, before returning to Erek’s body. “Shit I guess I overdid it again,” Erek muttered intentionally saying it just loud enough for his opponent to hear followed by another round of violent coughs. “Doesn't matter I don’t need my quirk to kick this kid’s ass.” He said after his coughing subsided. Erek would then move forward and would use his left hand to throw another wild punch aimed at the kid’s stomach, his punch was slower than before and his movements sluggish. As the kid attempted to defend against Erek’s left fist, Erek would stop mid-swing and pullback and instead would throw his right fist now moving at full speed and brimming with solar energy. It looked like he was going to throw another punch, but just as his arm finished extending, he opened his palm and expelled a blast of light, engulfing the area where the kid stood. "Flash Grenade," Erek said as his mouth curved into a smirk. There was no way the kid could have dodged that point blank assault. In addition to the searing pain, the kid would receive from the one hundred and fifty-degree blast, his eyes, however, would be the main focus of the assault. If the eyes were caught in the explosion most likely, he would experience searing pain and blindness for several seconds as his eyes were overloaded with light. Erek didn’t want to reveal the full extent of his abilities just yet, but he needed to finish this fight quickly. After he fired his attack, Erek would attempt to latch onto the boy's right arm and try to throw him off the structure. Notes: - Solar Shadow Rank: E
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Nov 29, 2018 13:36:05 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ For a five-second plan, this was going rather well. She ran at the other side of the platform to get up to the higher one and thus towards the circle. She looked from the corner of her eyes to Erek and the other student that she did not know and went on in full sprint. She looked over her shoulder shortly as she had heard someone yell something, it must be the other two, who surprisingly didn't go after her as she had expected. She really calculated that there would be one odd one ought and luckily that was her. With a smug smile on her lips, she ran on and hurried towards the circle on the upper platform and stood in it. Not sure where to watch but the sides where you would come up, she went to get two marbles in her hand, they were each 50 mm big and she would really need to come up with a better strategy.
For what seemed to be a second, her vision became blurry and she felt the idea that she would have to vomit. While holding on to the marbles she made sure to grab her throat, nothing was happening, nothing was happening. The feeling came and went as fast as the blink of an eye and the gesture of moving to her throat. Rowan out, Lady in.
Her eyes got a bit more of a glance in it that she was sure what she wanted, to become that damn queen. She was prepared, not only looking at the point where you could get up on the first platform but also keeping her ears open for the sound of the people behind her who were fighting another battle, something about sprinklers.
Just defend this, she would do fine.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Nov 30, 2018 18:27:24 GMT -4
自由自在 Tactical nuke incoming
It was polite of Chimera to call out his attacks first. It gave Yojin a second of warning to turn and duck right as his roommate’s fist came hammering in.
“Wh-Fuck!” Yojin yelped.
Yojin felt a flare of pain erupt from his shoulder, and he staggering forward, his breath huffing out from the force of the impact. He’d managed to turn it into a little more of a glancing blow instead of a straight on impact, but he still found himself tumbling forward, landing on hands and knees, head and shoulders hanging over the edge of the platform. It wasn’t that far to the ground below, but it would still hurt.
“Ow. Shit! You have a funny way to work on winning, dude!” He yelled, rolling to the side, trying to get away from the edge or the next hit. Okay. So the “hang back and let the others fight.” strategy clearly wasn’t going to work. The noises he heard from the platform above sounded like there was some combat above him, sure, but his crazy-ass roomate apparently had decided keeping him from winning was better than trying to win himself. Goddamnit, Chimera. Yojin was already outclassed, and it wasn’t like they were graded on knockout.
So it was time to improvise. He couldn’t sit and trade blows. Chimera was blocking the ramp out, and Yojin’s back was to a cliff. The only good way out was up.
Yojin frantically reached out with his left hand--his right was still numb from the hit, and grabbed onto the arm of the robot. He hadn’t had much time to look at the design, but he’d seen one feature that captured his interest immediately.
He pumped energy from his quirk into his left hand, and the rocket boosters on the robot’s leg blasted off, sending them both flying into the air.
It probably wasn’t Yojin’s finest idea. He felt the searing heat of the flames on his legs, and he let out another yelp of pain, holding on with all of his might, his entire body-weight supported by only a single hand. His left shoulder flared in pain, and he barely managed to reach up with his right hand to grab on before he cut power, stopping some three meters above the top platform.
He couldn’t really steer it--hell, he could barely hold on, but he’d managed to angle the blast to it took him above the capture zone. If he’d planned it better, he would have landed behind the two boys that were fighting, taking out the one in the middle. Instead, he came crashing down at the girl standing on her own, maniacal laughter bubbling from his throat, a smoking, out-of-control disaster, using the combined mass of himself and the bot as a project.
“Ahahahah! Oh holy fuck!” He yelled right before impact.
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Post by Chimera on Dec 2, 2018 0:09:24 GMT -4
375 WC rowan i am so sorry | He should not have felt so good punching one of his friends.
But he did.
Chimera's grin was full of self-satisfaction as Yojin staggered from his hit, the blow not quite hitting where he wanted it to but not missing. Hell yeah. The only downside was now Yojin was even closer to the ledge--literally leaning over it--and that put him even closer to the robots. Dammit. Chimera came swinging in again with a side-sweep just before Yojin rolled out of the way.
"Puh-leeze! When am I gonna get the chance to do this again without getting expelled??" A very important distinction to make. Chimera would never harm Yojin for no reason. As it were he was kind of doing that--he wasn't anywhere near the platform--and kind of not--because Yojin and robots spelled doom. Unfortunately his next attack, a swift kick in the direction of Yojin's legs, was knocked back by a sudden burst of flame and wind as he got the goddamn robot to blast straight into the sky...with himself still attached to it.
Oh no.
Stunned, and knocked on his ass, Chimera could only watch in a dumbstruck stare as the magnificent flying dumbfuck went soaring overhead, arching towards the platform, and then with the weight of a very large robot made of metal it came crashing downwards from the sky. Right onto what looked to be the girl that had made her way onto the platform already. Chimera ground his teeth together. Shit. This dumb-ass was going to get himself killed at this rate.
Chimera scrambled to his feet and started running in a dead sprint, up the ramp that Rowan had gone up without pause, to make sure nobody had gone 'splat'. Yeah, sure, it was a PvP game but he wasn't going to let Yojin or anybody else get actually hurt. "YOU OKAY?" He called as he ran up, giving away his approach like an idiot. He was more worried about them than stealth.
Still, he tried to remember that, were they both okay, this was probably going to go into a full-on fight very quickly. He couldn't lower his guard completely.
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Post by Robin Engell on Dec 3, 2018 16:10:52 GMT -4
He’s bouncing, moving, flitting his feet along with eyes in rapid steps – his evasiveness is not passive. Unrestrained by fear or hesitation, he does not strike because there is no opportunity. An open stance and swinging fist do nothing save expose a smaller boy to punishment.
Erek must imagine that the professional to-be would be timid, hesitant, or honorable at the least. He must imagine that the boy espoused qualities of a hero, of righteousness and a sense of fair-play, to the point where he would be caught off-guard by a cough, concerned and unable to strike until his act had concluded. And if he had been right, his plan would succeed.
A hypothetical, an alternate reality – Erek does not cough, those precious few seconds spent. He throws his punch, deliberately slow. A battle weary boy no doubt sees a feint and attempts to defend, watches for another blow, but sits unprepared for sudden light in place of shadow, a sharp silhouette cascading out, warped as a cape. He is blinded, scalded, and for some precious moments Erek strikes him as he likes, grips his arm to drag him off. Robin burns bright, reveals his quirk in this moment, searing and scalding and paniful to touch, as if the flat of a hot pan.
But in the reality they share, this does not happen.
In one frame, Erek’s eyes close. One fist rises to cover his mouth, his stance crippled and creased down the center as he bends to cough.
In Erek’s vision, Robin had let him cough, concerned for his health or honorbound, unwilling to batter a weakened foe.
In his reality, his opponent takes a controlled step forward the moment his first cough comes to be.
Frame advance, slow motion. Robin counts in sixtieths of a second – his second cough born and wretched from his chest, and the boy takes another step, follows low and brings an uppercut tipped with the flat of his right palm.
The lesson he's learned, that older boy a master of shadow and light, is that his opponent does not fight cleanly. In execution, Robin is a villain.
Before his third cough comes, if Erek has not pulled out of his act, has not had time to react or to plan, he’s struck.
Searing heat, blistering, the red hot skillet of a chef. Heat enough to ignite cloth with contact, enough to char and scar virgin skin. He doesn’t attempt to maintain contact, however – though he presses deeply into the taller boy’s gut, no effort is made to keep it there, should he fall back and surrender space.
‘But with our positioning,’ Robin thinks and eyes the platform’s edge merely feet behind his opponent.
‘A human being’s gut reaction,’ Robin blinks, exhales with with labored breath as quirk and body move at once.
‘Is going to be to leap back, without thought or consideration. It’s primal instinct, like the deepest part of a lizard’s brain.’
Words felt and unthought.
An explosion comes after – it’s enough to distract, fractions of a second after his blow. Eyes dart, glance, obstinately tug against the border of his sockets in the direction of the blow, though he doesn't turn his head.
Rowan on the point, Yojin well above it.
‘This roomba fucker!’ Screamed primal in his brain.
No time to run and no space to hide – whatever the payload is, if there is an explosion that reaches to the edge of that platform, Robin is caught.
WORD COUNT: 579 NOTES: School Rumble (Martial Arts): F Heat Start: F Endurance: F Some Like It Hot - Male (Durability) - E
Summary: Right as Erek starts to cough, Robin finds and seizes the opening he's been looking for in being passive. Rather than wait for his act to finish, Robin steps forward and (attempts to) slam the flat of his palm into Erek's unguarded gut, assuming that he's raised a hand to his face as he coughs. Else, he'll go to his face. Wherever Erek's hands aren't, mainly. The blow itself, as far as kinetic force goes, does basically nothing. Robin is not strong. But it does burn, hot and red, enough to iron and burn clothes, enough to fry eggs and set fire to wood. It's pressed into Erek's body, and while he doens't grab his shirt or try to hold him there, the longer contact is made, the more it's going to hurt. Robin is counting on Erek having a gut reaction and reeling back, just as humans do when they've touched a hot stove. Ideally, given his positioning, with Erek between him and the ledge, this will lead Erek to leap backward without thought just to get away from the pain, either putting him off balance and ready for a follow-up (were it not for the rocket distracting Robin), or causing him to fall entirely.
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Post by Erek Blackfyre on Dec 5, 2018 22:08:17 GMT -4
Erek coughed a couple more time for added effect, his muscles tensed as he prepared himself to lunge forward and throw the next blow, not at all concerned of a possible counterattack. Erek attended U.A, a school for heroes in training, and because of that fact, he expected for all the other students to act like heroes or at least pretend to. The delinquent expected all of the goody two shoes to uphold all the qualities that superheroes possess in the comics, honor, integrity, virtue, and all the other things heroes where supposed to act like these days. So when he pretended to be hurt he expected the kid to show some concern, perhaps he would try to take him to the nurse or call the teacher. Erek would have then taken advantage of his opponent's kind nature and would have eliminated him. So when the kid stepped forward, Erek was unprepared for the searing punch that was sheathed within his stomach. A soundless cry of pain left his lips as he leaped away from the burning appendage like a child who touched fire for the first time. The punch itself was not particularly powerful, but Erek was unprepared for the heat behind the blow. In his desperate attempt to get away from the foreign yet similar energy Erek jumped onto the edge of the structure and was a few centimeters away from falling and plummeting to the ground below. Like an inexperienced trapeze artist, Erek wobbled back in fourth. Trying with all his might, he tried to balance himself and stay on top of the structure. The kid is a lot more ruthless then I expected, shit. The hero in training thought as he tried to balance himself. Just as he was about to fall off the structure, Erek threw his hands backward and fired a massive blast of energy from his hands. Erek gritted his teeth as sweat streamed down his face, "Come on, I can’t fucking louse. Not here not now." Erek roared using the force from the blast he propelled himself forward and away from the edge. Back in America, the teen Erek saw another hero perform a similar technique while he was watching the news. He was nowhere near finished developing it. For one thing, the technique used too much energy for it to be practical, the stream of sweat flowing down his face and his ragged breathing proved that. Once his feet were firmly planted on solid ground, Erek shot a glare at the other boy as he slowly moved away from the edge, having learned his lesson from before Erek was weary of standing next to the spot where it would be easy for his opponent to eliminate him from the fight. Clenching his teeth, as Erek's eyes burned with hate, into literal miniature suns. They were glowing, and it seemed as though his eyebrows might catch alight at any moment. "You almost had me there too bad you didn't finish the job. " The delinquent raises both of his hands to the side of his face and spreads all four fingers open with the palms facing inward. Erek’s body began to gradually produce a golden light that only grew brighter and brighter until his entire form was white. "Now your gonna regret that you didn't"
"Eat this Bitch." Erek then emitted all the stored light within him, spreading out in all directions, turning Erek into a miniature sun. The attack was a double edge sword; it was a potent attack that not only blinded his enemies but also burned them to a crisp. However, blinded by rage, Erek lost all self-control and released everything he had in an attempt to take down the bastard. Robin Engell Chimera Rowan Sakamoto Hino Yojin
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Dec 6, 2018 13:23:55 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ She was prepared for a lot of things, silly things, just the fight that was about to come. A marble in both hands, her ears open and her eyes as well. Her feet standing a bit apart so she could easily move. She noticed that the fight between Erek and the other student, whose name was unknown to her would continue. Lady did not care about that, she would turn once she heard a noise and looked at another student using one of the robots to kick off to get up on the platform. Her platform.
Quick thoughts went through her mind, should she pretend to continue to be Rowan, be the pathetic little student who would stumble, she had to make that decision as Yojin would fall down, she just took a step aside, several, that meant she would have to get out of the ring. She did stumble, even if the floor was even there was a struggle in her mind why she almost fell but she managed to keep her balance. He had to get out, else she would not win. She felt her right-hand heat up. If the robot had not made that much noise. She felt something, because of the shrapnel of the robot hit her hero-suit, got stuck in a bit of her hair and cut her right cheek but Lady did not care. Damn, the seconds would have to start again. She noticed how the other student ran up as well. For crying out loud now she had to fight two and considering they knew each other they might gang up at her. She took the steps back to the circle. She had to act quicker else her hand would turn too hot and she would already activate her quirk which was not the idea.
Rowan gave a few seconds to the thought, what if her classmate was heavily wounded or hurt, that would be... Lady cut her off and threw the marble towards the boy right in front of her. He had to get away and the marble did not even have to hit him or the explosion, she threw the one with her left hand towards Chimera, she needed them to back away, so she would be able to keep this ring spot herself. Now that she stood in it again, she would not mind to simply use the childish tactic of shoving someone away, with a minor burn, would that person give up eventually?
(I feel like I am super unclear, I am sorry for that, I had her move out of the circle to avoid being squashed, but she moved back so she stands very close to Yoijn because it wasn't clear to me where he exactly fell) |
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Post by Hino Yojin on Dec 10, 2018 17:51:58 GMT -4
自由自在 Yojin and the terrible, very bad, no good day.
Yojin landed with a painful crash, his whooping laughter abruptly cut short as he smashed feet-first on the platform below, still clinging to the robot like it was his lifeline. He heard an ugly pop from his leg, suddenly light-headed from a spike of pain from both of his ankles and knees. Before he could cry out in pain, he toppled to the ground, the robot smashing to the ground next to him, crushing his hand underneath its weight as metal parts broke off and went flying all around it.
He would let out a very, very undignified yelp of pain, but the fall had knocked all the air out of lungs--he choked for breath, tears streaming from his eyes, letting out a pained squeak. Spots danced in front of his eyes, and nothing on his body seemed to be working quite right anymore.
Shiiiiiit.
As far as escapes went, that had been a categorical failure. Zero out of ten, no points, the russian judge is not amused. Did not stick the landing. Hell, he probably would have been better off letting Chimera just wail on him for a bit--he was pretty sure he’d missed the fire girl, so he hadn’t even gotten the joy of taking down someone with him.
Shit. Fire girl.
Still winded and gasping for breath, Yojin frantically blinked, trying to clear his vision. He was rewarded with a front-row seat of not one, but two pretty, dark-haired women hurling something he couldn’t make out in his direction.
Yojin tried to yell that that really wasn’t necessary, he was perfectly happy to lie here for a few minutes in peace, but his lungs weren’t having it.
Come on! I’m as threatening as a corpse right now!
His legs still weren’t on speaking terms, so dodging was out of the question. Even ignoring the fact he was still lying flat on his back. For lack of a better idea, he desperately grabbed the casing of the robot, heaving it on top of him to use as makeshift cover.
This time, he did yelp--twice. First, as the hand that had been crushed underneath the robot refused to work, instead deciding to flop around in pain, and be a little bitch, and the second time when the exploding marble slammed into the broken remains of the robot.
Yojin felt a blast of hot air wash over him, sucking the air out of his lungs again. He smelled burning hair, and felt searing pain erupt over his hands and arms, like he’d stuck them into a dying forge. His gloves were meant for high temperatures--it still hurt like hell, but they didn’t catch fire. His jeans and military jacket on the other hand, started to smolder, glowing as the edges started to burn.
Meanwhile, the robot…
The back of the robot was just *gone.* The whole flat, blocky surface was a glowing crater, a uniform, two-cm deep chunk of metal carved out. Even with the aid of Yojin’s quirk, it was nothing but scrap now--he’d have bet money that the blast had fused its joints.
Again, Yojin had to fight for breath. Again, spots danced in front of his eyes. He still had his wrench. The robot was dead, but he had a weapon.
He just couldn’t breath. And he might had sprained an ankle. He was also slightly on fire, and probably concussed. He was pretty sure the fire girl, who’d he just mentally upgraded to “flaming hell-bitch.” had burnt off his eyebrows too.
A drop of burning oil dripped from the hole in the robot, landing on his thigh, and Yojin let out a hiss of pain, trying to wiggle out from under it. Yeah. Fuck this. He was out.
He was sure there was a way this could have gone worse, but nothing quickly came to mind.
((TL:DR: Fell on point, sprained ankle(s), broke hand. Blocked Rowan's attack with robot, robot was destroyed. Rolled off point, now lying on edge of platform, trying to look nonthreatening and smoking.))
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