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Post by Ningyo Seikatsukai on Feb 19, 2019 11:10:18 GMT -4
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Populating these areas, were practically what one could expect. There was traffic, driving casually around the city. Taxis, trucks, pickups. It was clear that these fauxes weren't actual cars, as much as mash of paper on rails, but it looked reasonable enough. There were individuals walking the streets, exchanging good by stands and otherwise trying to appear like normal city-life. Granted, since they were puppets created by a quirk, they were very limited in function, but at least the city felt somewhat populated. It was within this little faux city, that the obstacle part of the competition would take place. Ningyo, being ever impartial, would ensure that neither teams gained an unfair advantage...
Scattered across the city as well, were strangely marked levers, positioned mainly by areas that seemed particularly trafficed. These levers took some time to activate, giving off an indication to the hero team of exactly where the lever was being activated from. Once activated the levers would be generating some kind of disaster. For instance, the lights could all switch to green, causing a massive pileup in the middle of the road. Scaffolding could begin falling down, severely hurting everyone caught underneath. In short, disasters on demand. Disaster levers. The competition would be fairly simple. One team would be pretend-heroes. The other team would be pretend-villains. The hero team would start with two-hundred points. If a villain managed to entirely escape the exercise, the heroes would lose fifty. In addition, each civillian hurt by the activation of a disaster lever, would deduct another five points. Once enough time had passed, or all the points had been deducted, the exercise would then swap the teams, meaning the hero team would become villains and vice versa.
In essence, heroes were meant to capture the villains while securing and ensuring the safety of civillians. The villains were meant to cause as much disaster as possible, while avoiding being caught. To catch a villain, all the hero team would have to do, was touch the villain and apply a captured mark onto their clothes. As such, standing your ground to fight as the villain may not be the smartest solution. From there, it was a judgement call. Would you prioritize escaping..? Would you feel more confident in causing some disasters, sealing away some of your opponent's points that way?... There were many ways to approach this, and it had Ningyo somewhat excited to see what the students may choose. Licking her lips joyously, she awaited the arrival of those that would go second.
Darren Daimon and Reddarc HunterRules that apply OOC, specifically for these topics:
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Feb 19, 2019 12:06:00 GMT -4
Reddarcc didnt know how to describe how he felt today. He'd set off from his parents place a city over at about Half 6-7AM, saying goodbye to his parents and sister for what he figured would be a while, since he was moving into the UA dorms cause that was cheaper than getting a train everyday. He'd wondered why his sister had a massive shit eating grin on her face, but he assumed she had just put some "Less than wholesome" materials in his stuff which he'd have to dispose of when he got to his dorm room. The train ride only took about an hour, but the entire time he was fantasizing about what UA would be like. He'd finally have someone to talk to other than his sister, there'd be cute girls who he wouldnt dare to talk to for a while til he gained some level of social skills, and finally be able to use his quirk to the fullest instead of the discrete uses he'd had to use during fights and doing skate tricks for years. Plus, he had a whole new city to skate around, so maybe he'd have to learn some new tricks. He got off the train looking like the happiest 15 year old boy you could see. This was then shattered when he actually got to UA. Almost as soon as he walked through the gates someone had grabbed him and pulled him aside, asking for his name. He figured it was just cause he was wearing the uniform yet hadnt actually attended or signed up for anything meant he looked suspicous, especially with how messy he looked. Once they got the name they pretty much dragged him to the school building to just verify who he was and give him what he assumed was orietation on fast forward. He barely got everything she said, but his heart took a shot when she said something about being signed up for an "Obstacle Course". He knew there was a sports festival going on at the time, but he figured he'd get to just skip class and sleep on the roof during it. Now he knew why his sister had that shit eating grin, she'd signed him for it under the guise of "Well he'll love it, plus he'll get to meet a couple new friends before he starts class". 8 years of protecting her ass from bullies, getting the shit kicked outta him, and this is how she repays him? God he was gonna punch her next time he saw her. He bet she was gonna gonna laugh her ass off when she heard her brother had showed up outta nowhere just to lose, what a great first impression he'd make. He cheered up a bit when she explained the rules though, since he figured it was gonna be one of those kiddy assault courses from his old sports days. Getting to trick through an entire city while dealing with stuff blowing up? This was right up his alley. He got the gist of the more mundane stuff, he was in 1-C, he was in dorm room 14 on the first floor, these are the kids you'll be in class/neighbours with, your teachers, ETC, he didnt care at this point, he was a weird combination of excited, pissed off and confused. He'd only really listened to the rules of the course, having to either catch the other team with marks or run the hell away while blowing stuff up. Thank god he was good at running. He'd figure out the details of the rest later. Being stuck with a teammate wasnt that bad either, least he'd have a chance to talk to someone who wasnt gonna beat the shit outta him or his sister cause they were foreign quirkers for once. After the Fastest Orientation in the world was over, he asked for directions to said obstacle course and where he was gonna start, and just waited there for his partner to show up, attempting his hardest to work shop a good introduction so he didnt make his team mate feel like he had to carry him. He started muttering to himself a bunch of different possible ways, pretty much not noticing anything that was going on around him. "Hello my name is Reddarcc, Nice to meet you. No shit that wont work, thats too formal it'll put em on edge. what about, Sup, Names Red, How you doin? Crap, thats just gonna make me sound like a punk". He did this for about half an hour, not really getting outta this loop, just continually coming up with greetings he could use. Finally, He settled on a simple "Hey, Names Reddarcc, im new here" with a handshake, that seemed simple enough. Yeah, that'd be great, he'd give a great first impression, he'd be able to calm down and actually pretend he knows how to socialize, it'd be the best. And then his teammate showed up 10 seconds later, sending everything Reddarcc had thought to say out the window. Fuckin Great, this days gonna be just fantastic isnt it?
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Quirk - Ride The Hurricane - E-Rank
Ability - Motorized Roller Skates - F Rank Speed
Ability - Combat Skater - F Rank "Flight"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 21, 2019 1:41:35 GMT -4
At 5:30AM, Ozzy Osbourne woke up Daimon Darren and Elijah Bantis. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAALL ABOAAAAARD!”
Well, a recording of the long-dead singer saved on his phone did through the cheap speakers. The classic riff, a rite of passage for every guitarist and bassist in the work, followed and finished waking them up. Darren awoke all at once, like a cat. On some level he hated that he got so used to waking up so early and he couldn’t understand how for the life of him he ever brought himself to even begin setting up alarms for 5:30AM, but there he was. UA High was not a school where a delinquent with a superiority complex could maintain his need to be the strongest fighter by lazing around. It took 6AM runs to get to the martial arts room warmed-up and before question-asking newbies invaded it. “Wake up, Eli,” he told his new roommate. He went to piss. “Mrgnhfivemoremirghnth”, he answered. He came out of the bathroom with a glass of water. Eli was asleep again. Eli poured it on his face. He was not asleep anymore. After an invigorating morning run and some more acrobatics practice -- which was really just Darren running back to school on the roofs and Eli desperately trying to follow -- the delinquent decreed rest until the obstacle course started. Supersonic Acrobatic Rocket-Powered Soccer Cars occupied the rest of the morning. Darren strictly prohibited Kingdom Clubs or whatever the fuck it was called. He said that was to get them in a fast state of mind. Whatever the fuck it meant. --- Whatever it did, it worked for Darren at least, as his thoughts were racing when the took off for the obstacle area, got assigned a group and went to meet his mate. They were running second. Now let’s see… Reddarc Hunter? 1-C? Well, he wasn’t too hard to find, as he kept introducing himself to the empty air in front of him. "Hello my name is Reddarcc, Nice to meet you. No shit that won’t work, that’s too formal it'll put em on edge. What about, ‘sup, name’s Red, how you doin’? Crap, that’s just gonna make me sound like a punk..." Darren crossed his arms. He was coming from behind, so the obviously new other blondie wasn’t noticing him. The new guy decided to settle on a simple “Hey, name’s Reddarc, I’m new here” while Darren was texting about it in the school chat. “Fuck, I can see that,” answered Darren, walking out from behind him and in front of him. “You’re damn fuckin’ lucky you ended up with me. Jeez, even the new kids get the camera treatment now. Welcome to UA, I guess.” He pointed at himself with his thumb. “Daimon Darren. Stick with me, do what I say, only talk back after you do it and you’ll be fine.” He glanced at the miniature city they assembled for the occasion. “Damn. They’re tryna up the ante on Geist-sensei.” He looked back to his new teammate. “Anyway. What can you do? Quick sentences. Don’t drone on and on about your quirk. Enough of one Jack here,” he added, turning his gaze back towards the city. The rules would probably be announced soon, as well as their opponents. With his back to him, the new kid could admire the white star sewn on the OD green jumpsuit Darren was wearing, reminding of an air force pilot -- the black rangers and harness certainly helped. On the sleeves was sewn “Kinetic” and “Activity”, his chosen hero name. He certainly looked the part. |
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Feb 21, 2019 2:27:35 GMT -4
Reddarcc was, in a word, fucked. Not only had his partner basically seen pretty much everything he'd been doing for the last half hour, He'd shown up outta nowhere and scared the shit outta him. Least he didnt dwell on it, Dude introduced himself like it was nothin. Fuck he looked cool, why didnt they tell him he'd need a bloody costume? He was in the normal school uniform, and he wasnt exactly wearing it like his sunday best. He looked like he'd been quite literally walking through a hurricane, half cause he didnt give a shit and half cause of his quirk. Fuckin thing never turned off, so his hair and clothes just keep blowing in the wind. Dammit dad, why'd i have to get your stupid "Air Of Romance" bullshit you used to get with mom? Oh shit he's asking what i can do, what do i say? Fuck it, just go with the basics. He hit the buttons on his the back of his sneakers, revealing their true purpose as his trusty skates, been with him since he was 9.
"It works like a Jet Engine, The faster i go or more momentum i build up, the more wind i can generate. Mostly ends up around my feet, can use it to blow shit away with blasts or make air cutters with my feet. Can use it to manuveur in the air or go faster too, thats pretty much it. The Skates Help, Its Fun." He said all this while doing a burn out to demostrate what it looked like.
Well that was easier than he thought. Guess he did know how to talk to this dude. "Either way, if you dont know the rules, i pretty much got blasted with em along with everything else i needed to know about an hour ago. Just stop me if you already know."He gave his new partner the basic, no bullshit info on what was going on, they had to either play villains and blow shit up with levers, their quirks or run for it, or play the hero team, who had to grab em with capture marks and try and stop em blowing everything up, whoever had the most points at the end wins. "I dont know when we're going or who we are up against though, except im probably about to get my ass kicked."
He regretted saying those words as soon as he said em, but eh, its the truth. He'd never actually used his quirk to its fullest before, either using it real discrete in fights to give his hits a boost or training in that abandoned warehouse a couple of blocks away from the house. He was probably up against people who had been here from the start of the year, who knew how to use their quirks properly without hurting themselves or anyone around em. Like the kid next in front of him, God he looked so cool, he wanted a costume now too.
"Oh yeah, sorry about earlier, im new to the whole being able to talk to people thing, My bitch of a sister signed me up for this thing without telling me, i only got here about 2 hours ago. Whats your quirk do anyway? It have anything to do with the stuff sewn onto your sleeves?" he realised he was about to go into Mumble Mode again and caught himself, but he still had one more thing to say. "By the way, even though im about to get my ass kicked, i plan on going down swinging, so dont bother baby sitting me." After that he waited to hear what what the dudes quirk was, so he could start thinking of something he could do to not be dead weight. Who knows, maybe they have similar quirks, so they could synergise really well? despite the fact he bet the dude thought he was a loser who was gonna be an ball and chain he had to babysit for today. God, why did his sister have to sign him up for this, He didnt even wanna do anything today, much less be on Tv on his first da----
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Wait, did he say they were gonna be on TV? FUCKIN SHIT GODDAMMIT HIS SISTER WAS SO DEAD WHEN HE SEES HER, WHY DID SHE HAVE TO SET HIM UP TO LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE BLOODY NATION ON HIS FIRST GODDAMN DAY? at this point the burnout he was absent mindedly doing stopped abruptly and his face both dropped to the floor and drained of pretty much any colour he had...not that he had much, being as pale as he was. God, First he gets dragged straight into a class room, then given the most bulletpoint of bulletpoint presentations on everything, fucked up his introduction, probably pissed this dude off, and is gonna fail spectacularly in front of millions? He buried his face in his left hand. Jesus christ he was about to have a panic attack, how the hell could today get any worse?
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Post by Kelolon on Feb 23, 2019 15:54:48 GMT -4
Jorgen flexed, rolling a thickly muscled shoulder, eyeing his form in the mirror. The uniform of Alder Academy was practicality envisioned. It, fitting uniformly over both male and female students, considered each one wearing it an equal. Capable of much alone. Capable of much more together. Jorgen himself had prepared himself immaculately, as was expected of him, giving his simple phone another glance. He was to be paired with Frau Beckett, a classmate he was very familiar with. They’d worked together plenty of times in the past – for many assignments. Though they might not have gotten along every moment of every day, Jorgen felt a strong comraderie with the girl that was currently shouting at him to get out of the bathroom. “Give me a moment!” He growled back before feeling another churning pang in his stomach that brought him to the basin of a U.A locker room toilet. A few minutes of chucking up his nerves later, they were striding, with practiced ease, side-by-side towards Ground Beta. Well. He was striding. Striding to keep up with Rachel’s pace on her wheeled feet. Pale, but no worse for wear, Jorgen pre-emptively prepared his quirk for battle, chitinous details of a bronze-like metal pressed against the inside of his uniform, presenting his strong muscles and powerful biceps to light… Much to Rachel’s amusement. He’d already prayed for luck and fortune for himself and his brothers and sisters, but Jorgen made sure to thumb the worn iron of a delicate cross hanging around his neck as their competitors came into view. What else could they be, right? Two boys. One in a gaudily over-emphasised military-esque suit like one you’d find on a glorified aviator. The other in some state of mild panic and nausea. Neither looked particularly Japanese… Uh. Was that racist? Either way, Jorgen moved with his teammate and did the polite thing; walking straight up to their opponents and announcing his presence with his tall, broad frame and strong Norwegian accent. “Good morning.” He stated with certainty. It was a good morning, regardless of your opinion. “We are to be your opponents. I am Jorgen Thomsson.” He waited for his friend to introduce herself, staring down at Reddarc and offering a handshake. If the boy were to take it, it’d be a lock of manliness. A ruthless clutch of raw, muscular grip threatened to tear away the borders of friend and foe. If Reddarc could withstand such sheer manliness, Jorgen would nod, a subtle rainbow glistening a few hundred miles away. If he could not, then he’d give a soft sigh and release his vice grip. Either way, they had no time for long introductions. He moved toward the end of the hall, resolute. “Good luck, U.A.” he announced. Whenever Rachel joined him again at his side, returning again to their metered cooperation, they’d burst upon the tarmac of Ground Beta, to the uproarious cheers of the crowd that had gathered to watch: U.A versus Alder. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2019 19:17:43 GMT -4
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Feb 23, 2019 20:43:00 GMT -4
Why Why Why Why? He'd literally only just got here, yet he was going on TV in front of millions due to a prank by his sister, his teammate was probably MUCH more prepared than he was, since he even had a costume (He looked so cool) and probably been here since the start of the year, so he probably thought he was stuck with dead weight today. Contrast to Reddarcc, who looked like he had been dragged through a hurricane in his normal school uniform, Plus fingerless gloves and a hoodie under his jacket cause it was a bit nippy out when he left, and his trademark skates. Ok, Calm down dude, its gonna be fine. You may have never done anything real big with your quirk, but you still know how to fight with it, so you can be a good distraction while Darren does all the work blowin shit u----
Wait....Was he fucking contemplating someone CARRYING HIM? DID HE JUST CALL HIMSELF DEAD WEIGHT? Fuck that, if he needed to be carried then what the fuck was the point of coming here? God dude, you really need to calm down, thats just stupid. He may be outclassed but its not like this is new. He's been through this song and dance for years, and he's come out on top before against overconfident assholes, thanks to his quirk. Trust yourself, when you fight pretty much every day of your life, you learn a thing or two about being an underdog. Phew, good thing he got that outta the way, if he'd had goddamn panic attack DURING the event he'd be sure to be a bloody laughing stock......that possibilty is still there, but atleast now he has a chance to not fuck it up. Think, what can you do to atleast not job against these guys? Actually, who the fuck was he even fighting today?
Luckily, Just as he asked that question, the two people he was fighting showed up. The first one to get to him was some Big Military looking dude, Shining in the sun like some bronze bull bastard, looked like he was about to tell him to stand to attention and get his shit in order. "Good morning, We are to be your opponents, my name is Jorgen Thomsson." He said with a really strong accent....didnt sound German, maybe Scandinavian? either way he was foriegn and looked like a big fucking bronze viking dude who could break Reddarcc in two with his bare hands easily. Pffft, not his first rodeo with a guy like this. They always go for power over speed in his experiance, so his quirk being what it is comes REALLY fuckin handy against these boys. He just had to dodge one swing and this dude was toast cause of the marks. Even in a straight up fight, he was probably faster, and if he wasnt he could rev the turbo a bit to get the fuck away.
He almost didnt notice the dudes friend walk up and introduce herself. "Top of the morning to ya! Im Rachel Beckett, your opponent, pleased to meet ya!" ..... Was she Irish? That sounded like something an Irish person would say. She even had red hair, she was probably Irish. He noticed her Japanese wasnt the best, but then again his, even after years of living in the bloody place, was still barely average. It didnt help he didnt really talk to people much before today anyway. She was kinda cute, but that wasnt gonna stop him planting a wind powered kick directly to her skull. Wait, Did she have skates too? He was about to ask her when the Big Bronze Viking stuck his hand out. He wondered why for a second, then he remembered that handshakes exist and are a pretty common greeting, he was even about to do one earlier before Darren scared the shit outta him. He was SURE This dude was going to break his hand with his grip, but fuck it, he wasnt gonna look anymore like a bitch today, Time to stand your bloody ground .
He grapsed the dudes hand as firm as he could, and faked that he wasnt currently feeling the bones in his hands almost breaking. "Hey, Names Reddarcc, Im New Here." Atleast he could say all that time preparing wasnt wasted. "Dont plan on thinking this is gonna be easy though. I might have only been here for 2 hours tops, but if im going down you're coming with me." He said, with a devilish grin on his face and a defiant look in his eye, Mostly to pretend his hand wasnt about to pop. He shook the girls hand too, less firm this time, his hand still kinda hurt and she probably wasnt gonna break it. He shot her a wink, cause he didnt know what to do otherwise and she was kinda cute, but he hoped she didnt think he was a pretty boy she could attempt to charm....the wink and his unfortunate "Air of Romance" causing his hair and clothes gently in the wind didnt help. Damn, atleast he could probably use that to his advantage maybe, he'd ran into someone who tried that before on him, he'd almost got his ass kicked cause of it.
He watched the two foriegners walk off, and then realised that that girl was the first girl he had talked to who wasnt his sister in years. Damn, he cursed internally, he should have tried to keep the conversation going. Fuck, he forgot to ask the lady about her wheels too. It was at this point that a thought occured to him. They were obviously foriegn, and were wearing a different uniform to UA for some reason.... Maybe that both had similar costumes? Fuck it, he already thinks your an idiot, lets just ask. He turned to Darren and asked "Hey, are those guys from a different school? or was that some paired hero costume bullshit?"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 25, 2019 23:56:29 GMT -4
Darren turned back to listen to the new kid, his arms crossed. “Uh-uh. Go fast to make wind, then go fast. Got it.”
Man, he thought, it looks like they just picked a random dude out of the street. What he was wearing didn’t help either, with only the super-wheelys to remind him the kid in front of him was now a fellow student. He let out a profound sigh when the kid told him that he was “probably getting his ass kicked.” Oh no, not one of those.
Oh no, he told him he didn’t need to babysit him. That was a telltale sign of someone who needed to be babysat.
Well, one thing after the other. For now, a couple of students Darren had never seen before arrived, wearing matching brown jackets and mismatched accents. The girl introduced herself to him first. She sounded like Meara; probably Irish or Scottish or something. The other guy sounded like a viking, so they were defeintely from somewhere northern and European.
“Yo, I’m Daimon Darren,” he said evenly while shaking the girl’s hand with a soft grip. He spied that the viking dude was trying to break the newbie’s arm. Why did some people do that Darren never understood. Bunch of grip strength monkeys. Well, at least the new kid didn’t let himself be intimidated, so perhaps he could still be salvaged, though his hopes dipped again when he winked at the girl. When his turn came to shake Jorgen’s hand, Darren gripped back as strong as he could. If he was gonna start it, then he better be equipped to take the delinquent’s own nutcracker handshake.
He spied Rachel dragging her partner away from the collar. “Imma take a page out of her book,” he mumbled as he grabbed Red’s collar and pulled him out of earshot of the other team. He stared with a look that was practiced enough to have become casual yet not losing any of its staring contest potential.
“Oi. Couple things. First off, next time I’m hearing you go on about going down swinging or that your’re gonna lose, I’m slapping your shit. I don’t mean a lovetap, I mean I’m leaving a fucking hand mark. We clear? Good.” He didn’t wait for his answer. “Next. If you’re doing that wind in your hair bullshit with that quirk, you stop right the fuck now. And if you’re tryna be nice to the girl so you can dip your biscuit, you fucking don’t. I’ll slap you again. Capiche?”
He released him, but didn’t stop staring. Shock therapy was needed in these situations, but it had to be done with diplomacy. Or, well, what passed for diplomacy in Darren’s mind. “You just explained the rules. If you were planning to break something in the first round, you’re a fucking idiot. If you were planning to do so in the second round, you just forfeited us 50 points. So bloody fuckin’ don’t.”
His gaze finally relaxed a little. Normally, Darren was more of a happy-go-lucky type, but this finale was about to be televised. He knew exactly what would happen if some idiot he was paired with broke an arm and leg doing stupid shit, and none of this would be good publicity for the school -- and more importantly, for him. He couldn’t help but think of poor Emi and all the videos she’d have to edit to defend the school. “I have no bloody clue about the uniforms, I think so? Who fuckin’ cares. I haven’t seen them around, I don’t know their quirks. Mine allows me to move fast. Really fast, and without restrictions. What’s your range? If you can shoot from a distance, I have an idea.”
He turned back to look at the fake city, a not-so-reassuring smile on his lips. “I think it’s gonna be a fun one.” |
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Feb 26, 2019 1:43:49 GMT -4
Reddarcc felt the need to defend himself, but decided to keep his mouth shut for once. Atleast until he was done. The guy had a point, he was being kind of a fuckin loser right now....More than usual atleast. He'd gotten so used to being down on himself that it just came naturally these days. Man, he really needed to get his head together. This wasnt some usual school where you get the shit kicked outta you for being a foriegn quirker, this was a school that TRAINED you to use your damn quirk to help people with em. If he didnt fit in here he wouldnt fit in anywhere. He did feel the need to clarify some of Darrens assumptions though, so he took a deep breath, composed himself and stared back at him with a defiant look in his eye, yet not the kind where you start a fight over it.
"First off, i wish i could turn the wind bullshit off, i hate it. Its just a thing that happens, probably from my dad, fucker did this on purpose to pretend to be a pretty boy. Makes everyone thing im a pretty boy too goddammit. Second, what the fuck does dip your biscuit mean? if you think im trying to get with that girl then lemme tell you, ive never talked to a ANYONE, specially a girl who wasnt my sister for years, so im just winging it. i wouldnt know how to even do that to begin with. Dont worry dude, i got no problem placing a fist in her skull. Third, Ive been here literally 2 hours, ive never used my quirk properly in an actual fight, the air blast/wind cutter shit? Only practiced it in an abandoned warehouse, Starts losin its kick after about barely past a school bus range wise, give or take. Fourth, I really dont plan on breaking anything, but if i dont break something i'll be fucking amazed, since my quirk cuts me up real bad if i go over the limit."
Man he was ranting now, is this what a usual conversation is like? Probably not, but its better than the nothing he got before coming here. Man his chances of being friends with this dude was going down by the second. If everyone was like this guy he probably had very little chance to talk to anyone beyond whats required for school stuff. Oh wait, he explained what his quirk was, he moves fast too? Wait what he wants to know my range? ......Ah fuck i bet i can guess what his idea is. Ah fuck thats not a good smile, i know what his idea is. Reddarcc stuck an eyebrow up at the other blonde, crossed his arms and got his speech prepared on why he'd have to shoot it down somewhat. "You wanna use me as a gun dont you? Carry me around to turbo charge my quirk so i can just keep blasting right? I got bad news, If you do that i WILL be required to fire off constantly. i have 10 seconds of keeping it on me before i start to get cut up, and it'll probably start hittin you too. I do have a sweet spot where i can generate at max and not die, but it'll be tricky to maintain."
To be fair it was a solid idea in theory, its a similar conclusion he'd come up with years ago. Its how he found out he had a sweet spot, thank you abandoned warehouse district. Place was a goddamn haven, nobody went there and it was full of stuff to trick on. Hopefully he'd find a new one somewhere in this city. Eitherway, He'd tested this out before, and while he DID have the capacity to do it, he'd need something more to either regulate his speed or his momentum generation if he wanted to do it regularly. He could do it right now, but the odds of it just blowing up in his face were pretty high. Some of the scars on his arms started to ache a little just thinking about it. "If you really wanna do something like that, We can, and im fine with it, but its gonna be real tricky. Ive tried it before and my arms told me to go fuck myself." Reddarcc explained while rolling up his sleeve, Letting Darren see the myriad of cuts all over his right arm from going a bit overboard trying his quirk out. "so we'll have to either do it in small bursts or you can just throw me at the other team and we can do it that wa----hmmm." Reddarcc furrowed his brow in thought, He'd just had an idea. Maybe he didnt need to regulate his quirk today.
"How fast would you be able to boost me? Cause in theory, if i go fast enough to get in their faces while still being under my 10 second limit, i could possibly do some major damage to even that Bronze viking dude or slap a mark on em before they realise. By the way the bronze is probably his quirk, so he's gonna be a tough bastard, Probably a power type when it comes to fighting. Girl had wheels, so odds are she's a speed type like us, so she'll be going for the marks or running if i had to guess." This idea was a stupid one. It basically flew in the face of Darrens "Dont fucking hurt yourself" Policy, but if it worked, and he DIDNT hurt himself, he could theoretically slap a mark on one of em while being too fast for the other one to react. Or blow a lot of things up. Fuck it, let Darren Decide, He's the one who knows what he's doing. "Again, sorry about what i said earlier, ive kinda been thrown into this with abso-fucking-lutly no idea what im doing. I may not be good at any of this shit yet, but so help me god, im gonna try my hardest to not let you down anymore than i have already. Lets kick those guys asses in there." That was the best he could do for now, he really wasnt good at talking. He held up his hand for a high five, but expected Darren to just look at him and leave him hangin. He'd already disappointed him enough, this display was probably just gonna make him look more pathetic. Eh, cant get any worse i guess. He hoped.
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Post by Ningyo Seikatsukai on Mar 1, 2019 5:50:21 GMT -4
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The law-enforcement is the only thing you should reliably engage directly, without utilizing the levers. In this exercise, the puppets are not to be your focus. The other team is. Do your best to harass and capture." Ningyo lifted an arm and scratched her cheek, stretching ever so slightly. Keeping this many puppets active was a draining affair, even if she had the stamina to keep it going for quite an extended amount of time. "Other incidents with the populace may happen as well. Humans are unpredictable, so keep your eyes out. Now, in the four quadrants around us, there is one escape door in each quadrant. These will open after fifteen minutes, allowing the villains to escape." Looking between the two foreign students, Ningyo then continued, explaining what kind of situation they were finding themselves in."The scenario is as following. Two villains have stolen from a jewelry store, utilizing excessive force. Two heroes were in the area, and are responding to the crime. Civillians are caught in the crossfire. Heroes are judged on their response time, their ability to prevent excessive destruction of material, plus their ability to apprehend the criminals.
The criminals are judged on their ability to outwit the heroes, to utilize their surroundings to create timesinks for the heroes, plus their ability to cause general public unrest." Once Ningyo was done explaining in English, she'd turn to Darren and Reddarc, repeating the explanation in Japanese so that everyone was on the same page. Lastly, she pointed to her own students. Darren & Reddarc, flipping a coin into the air. One side was red with a joker-esque marking. The other seemed like a batman lookalike. Underneath each respective image was a small text. 'Villain - Hero.'"You two start as the hero team. Please pick a quadrant to start outside. Then I'll prepare the two foreign students to be the villains that will ruin your day." |
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Post by Daimon Darren on Mar 5, 2019 20:40:35 GMT -4
“Okay, okay, calm down,” he told Red at the end of his rant, having tried to interject himself a few times but having been cut off. “Jeez, too much info, kid. I don’t need the details of your daddy’s quirk or that story with your sister again, that’s stuff I pretend to listen to at lunch, not before this,” he said with a big grin. It was meant to convey the fact that it was a joke, but it usually took people a while to understand Darren. “Anyway, I’ll answer your plans later. Shut up for a second, Ningyo-sensei is boutta speak. --- “Okay, I see if I get it right, you can only do really crazy shit for 10 seconds before you need to cool off. Nice scars, but that only means you can’t use your quirk well just yet. I can blow my brains out if I’m not careful how I use mine, I found workarounds. You’ll find yours. So just go there and do your shit, capiche? No more of that dumbass ‘ima break my arms’ talk. If you get captured, we both lose points, and we gotta play the villains after that.” His motivations were made very clear. Darren was only interested in winning, and he hoped that little speech would knock that boy straight. “Now listen to me,” he said as if he hadn’t been monologuing just now, “here’s the plan for how we catch their asses. We go by the residential area with the big ol’ road, and we head for the center of the zone. We rotate around the center, not too close, not too far, cover the biggest amount of ground until one of us catches em. Then we just bloody fucking chase. If these assholes trigger a lever, the closest goes on the chase, and the farthest does damage control on the civilians. When you’re out there, shut up and pay attention to noises n shit. We’re both fast, so we can cover a lot of ground. Now let’s go.” He took the direction of the starting area, not giving Red much other choices but to follow. “Oh, and I’m absolutely using you as a gun. If your ass is in hot water, I pull you out of here and you fire at the pursuers. If you’re accurate at ten meters or so, that’s still better than my shots, and I can focus on pulling your ass out of here. Now screw your head on for good, we almost there.” The residential area offered rather spacious, unencumbered roads, perfect grounds for the rollerblader to roll away, and with nice low roofs for the speedster to leap from. At the start of the exercise, Darren would head for the center and a little beyond, having instructed Red to start circling a little before they reached the center, due to his lower speed. Darren was not exactly book smart, but he wasn’t a complete dummy either, and after a year of Geist-sensei’s combat classes, Cyan-sensei’s rescue classes, the circus, Semper Fi, countless hours of drills by coach Fujikawa at the boxing gym and a wealth of sparring experience, and though it wasn’t on the level of some of the smartest students, Darren’s tactical mind wasn’t that of the average delinquent anymore. His reasoning was that the speedy pair could likely cover a lot of ground and dictate the engagement. If Red was caught alone, Darren would be able to join his side quickly, and if he was caught himself, he could handle a 2v1 for a few while waiting for his ally. His focus was rather clear from the way he suggested handling the civilians as well. Ignoring them completely and letting them die would lose them too many points, but the main priority was clearly the chase. Just moping up disaster after disaster wasn’t a viable strategy, they needed to focus on stopping the villains. The earlier they stopped them, the least damage they could cause, the more points they would retain. A mad grin adorned Darren’s face in the last few seconds before the chase was kicked off. With all the cameras on him, it was time to make a name for himself. Let the world hear of Kinetic Activity, a hero capable of intervening anywhere in the city at a moment’s notice! I better pull off some kickass moves for the highlights on uTube, he thought. |
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Mar 6, 2019 7:38:36 GMT -4
Man, Talking to people is hard. Reddarcc knew he had a motor mouth from having his sister tell him to slow down when talking to her, but jesus he barely had time to breathe earlier. Darren was right, that kinda ranting wasnt for just before a big event like this, but atleast it help him calm down somewhat. Atleast he got a joke from Darren outta it...maybe... Was that a joke? Lets just assume it was, dude had a big grin on his fuckin face when he said it, that usually signifies a joke...he thought. Wait holy shit he can blow his own brains out? Damn thats way rougher than what he has to deal with. He didnt really internalize the "Dont break your arms" statement, but he could see why Darren was telling him that, most people would assume that "Oh, broken arm, that means your pretty much dead in the water", and Darren seemed like the type who wanted to win and not deal with dead weight right now. Reddarcc wasnt as stupid to think he was "super special man" who could still function 100% with a broken arm, but all he needed was his legs to run, he could lose an arm and still be relatively ok? it'd make tricking up and around stuff a bit harder but as long as he had the other arm he was good. Not like it'd be the first time he's had to run with broken limbs anyway. Besides, to do that he would have to do REALLY big shit, which he didnt exactly intend to do in this round atleast, collateral would probably lose them more points than they gained. Villain round, however, would be a whole different story.
Oh fuck he stopped listening, what was the plan? Oh thank christ he just started explaining it. Head to residential, Book it to the centre and circle around till we hear sirens, got it. Good choice, He was used to tricking around those kinds of areas, so he'd be in his element. Ah fuck he was gonna be stuck dealing with "Civillians"? Thank fuckin christ they are puppets so he didnt actually have to talk to em. He knew Darren said "Whoevers the furthest" deals with em, but he guessed that Darren was the MUCH speedier of the two, so odds are he would ALWAYS be closest. Still, he could see how this was the logical conclusion. It kept their point losses down, and he guessed that The other team couldnt move as fast as either of them unless they split up, and even then he guessed even he could maybe catch the girl? It was iffy, he knew she had wheels, but not how fast she was. they could both DEFINETLY catch the Bronze Viking, dude was a heavy set bastard, so he'd probably stand and fight. Which was not a fight that Red could win straight up, he'd HAVE to go for the mark, and he bet that twat knew that.
Either way, with this plan they could both cover a LOT of ground fast, and be on eachothers asses pretty easily. Atleast 1v1, 2v1 was gonna be fuckin tricky to deal with. Atleast for him, Darren looked like he may be able to handle it. Oh fuck he's moving, gotta follow. Alright we are using the gun plan, i figured he would. Least he knows the risks of doing it now, so i can just keep punching the air at em, it'll probably give us a boost too, perfect for getting away. Man he was just gonna be a booster for Darren aint he. Both figurtively and literally. Least with him hogging the spotlight he'd be able to maybe go unnoticed so no one sees any dumb shit he does. Goddammit he has to stop thinking like that, or else he's never gonna get anywhere. Dammit, this whole deal is throwing him for a loop, he bet his sister was gonna record everything he did and laugh her goddamn ass off later.
Either way, he didnt really have much else to complain about right now. They had a gameplan for this and from what Red could tell it was a pretty damn good one, probably thanks to Darrens experiences over the last year at this place. Compared to him, Red was quite literally a new born baby, fresh off the cart with only the barest amount of experience fighting the Double Racists for years, having to discretly use his quirk to give him an edge. There was a massive gap between their abilities. Hell, there was pretty much a damn canyon between Reddarcc and the rest of UA, so he figured he'd have to chase everyones backs for a bloody while. But it wasnt like he planned on just letting Darren do all the work. Reddarcc set himself up for a sprinters start, burning out with his skates to start building up momentum. He didnt intend to steal Darrens spotlight, hell, he WANTED to stay outta it for today....but he wasnt gonna make any promises. As the final count down started, He got a wild look in his eyes. This was his damn start line, and he was gonna show everyone that he planned on blasting over that damn canyon and soar off into the sky, even if it killed him. Touching the sky was his dream, after all.
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Post by Kelolon on Mar 14, 2019 13:53:46 GMT -4
Jørgen was pulled aside by his teammate, clutching the pristine contour of his collar to do so. He didn’t like that much, but he was used to it from Rachel. She was an odd one but one he didn’t mind work with at all. “Feminine charm?” Jørgen glanced at Rachel and made a thoughtful hum. “Perhaps you’re right.” He replied, taking her one-hundred-percent seriously. “Distracting their male weaknesses could provide us with a marked advantage. What a good plan, Rachel!” He clutched a fist in resolution at this remarkable idea.
The next few minutes ran on auto-play. Jørgen needed to calm his nerves when they’d first stepped out into Ground Beta, imagining the expectant eyes of his parents and the crowd on his back. Even then, he stood tall and proud, a mighty glacier that struggled to move when Rachel started to drag him to their assigned post. The heroes had chosen to be placed in the residential distract of the faux town, peppered with homes and adorned with wide roads and pathways. Trees lined the road like some picturesque masquerade, though they were obviously fake. Hollow husks shaped vaguely as cards sat still in the roads. They’d become interactable after the start of the event, no doubt.
Jørgen spent his time stretching, unable to see the hero team as they’d been placed down the street, unbeknownst to the U.A students.. Something that caught his attention was the sheer number of disaster levers. Or lack of them, more accurately. He could see only one and made a point to stand right by it to activate it as soon as the play began. He inspected it alongside Rachel. “Looks like it’d be tough to pull in a hurry.” It was anchored in the pave walk, facing the sky, like something out of an RPG dungeon. “I can’t tell what it’s connected to…” Looking around, he saw no strings or wires or pipes. Its close proximity to the road suggested it might interact with the cars, perhaps? “What do you think?” he asked his distracted teammate, his own body gilded in his prepared bronze accents after having taken off his school shirt, his toned body graced by the chill wind.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2019 16:12:59 GMT -4
WORD COUNT; TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy Rachel was, for all intents and purposes, prepared. Spinning around in a circle on her rollerblades, she was feeling rather confident. Jørgen was easy to work together with, even if he wasn't always the most reasonable person. Often times, he took things too literally, so one had to be careful when communicating with him. On the flipside, taking things literally also meant that, if you told him something directly, it'd go straight to his dome and click, without him wondering or pondering what may have been the true meaning behind those words...? Distracted in her own hype, Rachel wasn't paying attention to anything. Inside her mind, she was already envisioning the thousand different ways they were going to win. Win by knocking out the heroes! Win by seduction! Win by being awesome! Win by being so sexy that they simply surrendered! It took a few moments before it registered that her teammate was actually trying to communicate with her. Turning her head to look at him, she had a goofy expression on her face. Like a person cut off in the middle of a speech by a drunkard at a wedding. The question that was being posed was, to Rachel, a strange one. They were the villains here. They were meant to be causing all sorts of mayhem and chaos to win, disabling the heroes from cleaning up the enormous mess that they were going to make. It didn't really matter what the lever did, as long as it was spectacular! There was only one way to find out, thus Rachel simply exclaimed: "Why don'tcha pull it and find out?!.. Though, though! I really want to go downtown instead! Open, wide, long roads, where I can really show off my skating!"
Waiting for Jørgen to pull the lever, the play began. The first lever did something quite simple, yet effective. A truck-driver had gone unconscious because of the villains, as the large monstrocity of a truck simply barreled down the street. Cars had to evade, some crashing into the sidewalk, others dodging expertly, but it wouldn't take many moments before someone would get seriously hurt. Screaming in glee, Rachel gestured for Jørgen to hop onto her back. The girl was significantly stronger than her tiny frame would suggest, and she could easily skate along the truck with her teammate. Ensuring that this thing would end up crashing into something that'd cost the heroes a lot of points! Rachel wasn't going to let them stop this disaster, for sure!!
And such, the obstacle course started. The villains and a loose truck driving away from the heroes, headed directly towards more populated areas. The heroes needed to be fast to catch up, for while Darren himself may be able to outspeed the truck on food, he'd find himself hard pressed to keep up with the skater girl... but they did have other options for transport. There were bikes, and even a parked motorcycle with the keys hanging from the ignition for them... - but would the course appreciate them seizing a vehicle?
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Post by Daimon Darren on Mar 22, 2019 13:10:02 GMT -4
Darren’s first impression of Reddarc was “this kid is crazy,” quickly followed by “I can use that.” It was not reassuring that there was no hint in his eyes that he’d abandoned his plan to break his arms. The blonde sighed internally. No use trying to stop him then, he was just gonna have to make it so he doesn’t have to do it. At least he could appreciate the kid’s dedication, unlike some people who were seemingly just her to lounge around. Grabbing the bull by the horns on the first day like that was admirable.
Soon the start was announced and the area opened to them, upon which Darren simply grabbed Red by the forearm. It would have been a little gay if Darren’s devilish grin and the fact he was starting to pull his partner in a spin didn’t give away his plan. He only did two revolutions; the first one to gather some momentum already and get Red spinning, the second to charge his quirk, there was no third one; he simply threw the kid forward with an activation of his quirk, on a direct trajectory down the road and close to the ground. It was a strong throw, but at the same time it demonstrated Darren’s accuracy and control to give his partner the optimal running start to compensate for his lack of speed.
A second later he blasted after Red again, shouting as he did: “Follow my directions! I’ll go recon!” And with that, he flew from the side of a building to the roof of another one, and then across the street to a taller building. It wasn’t long before he spied the rather easy to spot effect of the first lever.
“Big truck down the road!” shouted Darren down the communicator in a commanding voice. “Take a left, then a right after three blocks, cut that motherfucker off. Them bikes down the road’s a trap, don’t touch em, bet we lose points if we do. I’ll try to slow that bitch down.”
Short and sharp; it was up to the new kid to show his skill now. As for himself, Darren keep blasting away in the direction of the truck. The verticality of his movement allowed him to cut off the roads and quickly get to the truck by jumping from rooftop to rooftop at pace. He quickly reached the road where the truck was speeding and gave chase, staying on the rooftops for now.
The first thing he spied was the girl carrying the guy, using the same exact method of transportation as the new kid: rollerblade. “Bloody hell, that the new fashion or what?” he grumbled between jumps. They were likely to see him from there, but he was still a good distance away. He noticed two things: first, he could barely keep up with the speeding truck, worse, it seemed to be slowly getting away, and the other duo was keeping pace behind the truck. In a straight line, they were definitely faster, and there was nothing he could do from here but watch and trail behind. Until they’d get to a corner, that is, upon which he would spring into action immediately.
For now, however, all he could do was contain his frustration and drop at street level in case they were going to cause more mayhem. He grabbed a flower pot on his way down, set it up and while still in mid-air, kicked it with his right foot to aim a powerful volley down their path. He knew his own limitations; at this distance, hitting a moving target would be a feat of luck rather than skill, and so, he aimed the flower pot slightly in front, hoping that it will force the skater girl to slow down to maneuver around the debris. Once there, he started dashing behind them, making up as much ground as he could with efficient dashes, all the while keeping his guard and attention up. No doubt they would try to impair his run -- but if they thought Daimon Darren could be thrown off their trail that easily, they were in for a rude awakening. (ooc: is chasing the truck, at first from the rooftops but quickly dropped to street level in case they would attempt to cause more points-costing mayhem, shooting a flower pot with a powerful volley kick on his way down, though at this range it isn't likely to hit, he's aiming in front of them in hopes that the debris will force roller girl to slow down) |
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