Post by Webby on Apr 11, 2020 14:03:36 GMT -4
UA HIGH SCHOOL
ADVANCED HERO COMBAT
CLASS 3-A
The first full day of a new year, homeroom had been a brief affair. The morning sunlight did not bring with it the heat that the second and first years would have to deal with. A comfortable warmth cast itself over the grass, bringing with it a bit of early mist from the dew. The various buildings in ground alpha glittered like gems thanks to the ambient humidity. Here, young quirkers had tested themselves, had grown, had fought and bled to become stronger. It was here that these students; these third years, would face the final phase of their training going into the next part of their lives. It was here that they would become Pro Heroes.
At the center of Ground Alpha a lonely structure had been built over the Summer Vacation; an imposing three-tiered ziggurat made of iron, reinforced glass, and steel. Though it had an official name as designated by the government oversight committee; Training Facilitation Structure UA002; the teachers had come up with a different name for it. Fort Slog. Six stories tall, three hundred and sixty feet long and designed to be modular so that it can be tailored to specific difficulty levels; climbing to the top of the structure from the inside was the ultimate goal of those that entered.
Just outside the entrance to this glistening building, the students of class 3-A found themselves that day; the sun's reflection twinkled against the front of the structure; glancing its reflection off into the sky. Sitting atop the first tier was a figure that peered down at them through the slotted eyes of a horned angry helm. She got to her feet before leaping off the side and landing with a single thud that rattled the ground a bit. She rose to her feet and removed her helmet, tossing it aside and revealing a messy mane of wild yellow-blonde hair. Her green eyes blazed with a barely repressed intensity.
Years one and two had been given the drill sergeant treatment. While it would carry on for a while with year one and taper off sooner for year two. Year three, as far as their teacher hoped, did not need it. "Glad you lot could make it out of bed this morning," She said wryly, bearing her teeth with the grin. She was on par in height with most of them but seemed to oddly be about their age, "Name's Taka Keiko, most of you know me as the Pro Hero Aquitaine," She tossed her helmet aside; "As you may have heard through the grapevine, Geist Sensei is on a major assignment, I'm filling in for him. I spent most of the summer watching the recordings of his training sessions, your sports festival matches...both years...and reviewed academic logs," She nodded to them, "You all deserve to be here right now and you've all toughened up over the past two years," She put her hands on her hips. "I don't know you all yet as people or as future heroes, but that's what I'm about to find out."
Her speech, far more winded than for the other two years, continued; "In Advanced Hero Combat you won't be specifically working on your kit, nor will you be developing new techniques. It's your responsibility to begin building an arsenal on your own time or testing it while you're here. Nope, Advanced Hero Combat will be pulling everything you've learned together. Can you fight a villain while protecting civilians? Can you transport a payload while under fire? How is your situational awareness? What are your hard weaknesses and how do you cover them?" She jerked her thumb behind her at the massive building.
"That right there, the teachers and I call it Fort Slog. It's a Danger Room, Obstacle Course, maze, and Observation room all wrapped into one. The whole staff, past and present, your old sensei Geist included, got their heads together to submit ideas for traps and dangers to put in there. Year one will be working hard to earn the right to test themselves against it. Year two will be making runs on the first floor. You guys? Every damn one of you has to make it to the third floor; to the goal, by the end of the year, on Rookie Difficulty. That's my expectation," She crossed her arms behind her back and looked each of them in the eye.
"While we do that, we are going to get your bodies used to running on full for long periods of time. Sometimes a villain will have more stamina than you; you've gotta have the fortitude to muscle through the exhaustion, find some way to recharge, and keep going. But the mental and physical strain is something you can only get used to with experience..." She raised a hand, purple flame danced on it. "My quirk, Heraldry, will heal your body as long as you are within my range. It will also bolster and reinforce your stamina...for Seven Minutes. You will be able to go at full burn for Seven Minutes. Once that time's up, your time is up. All there is to it. You can still overstress your body and it will not dull any pain."
She looked them in the eyes severely; "Geist sincerely believed you guys could handle this without me cutting in to stop you from hurting yourself. I am going to trust him on that. I will not be intervening unless you put your own life at risk; got me? If you get injured because you do something stupid; heal on your own time and make it up in remedial classes, we're past the point of baby gloves and drill sergeant shouting," She nodded to them. "You either deserve the respect of your peers in the pro field, or you don't."
She took a deep breath and began to walk down the line, clapping them each on the shoulder, a heraldric mark formed where she put her hand. When she got to the end of the line she turned to look back at them; "You will be running in pairs, competing with one another. This round you can pick your opponent. Next time, I'll make that call. You have thirty seconds to pick your partner," She nodded and stepped away; "GET ON IT!" She shouted, grinning at them before walking over to the doors of the great structure and waiting for them.
Rule are simple, you can OOCly decide on how you want to split up your groups. Post an initial post here. After everyone has posted I'll do one more response that will list the circumstances of the rooms, its up to you how far you want to go. After that, you can split up into your own threads to do as much as you like. Keiko-Sensei will be cutting in now and then to comment or intervene if necessary. You have seven posts each, afterward, her quirk will run out and time will be up. We'll do one more round of posts here after that wrapping things up. That's it!
