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Post by Cian Glave on Apr 30, 2018 7:00:13 GMT -4
It was finally happening and Cian couldn't be more excited. The principal of the school had already tasked the students with a bit of physical exercise to test their resolve and their personalities. It took a special kind of person to want to be a hero. It took a special drive and a special heart. It was completely possible that every single one of those students had that. But it was also possible that none of them did. So these kids were going to get run through the ringer! But Cian wasn't here to test them, he was here to teach. The test would come later. For now, his job was to introduce them to the concept of a rescue. Most children thought of being a hero as fighting and beating up villains. Part of that was the truth. Villains were always around and caused a lot of problems. The hero profession was a recent addition to the world, but people using their special abilities to their advantage to commit crimes was a problem as old as humanity. So, Cian wanted to make sure the students understood what a rescue was and what was important in those rescues. This first class was going to be a simple introductory course. It was going to be a straightforward task for the students to complete. There were no dangers or complex puzzles to solve. What he wanted to see was how much effort the students put into completing the task. He wanted to see if they stayed focus, what else they attempted to do and how ready they were to use their quirks to complete the task. This course would be done by a single class at a time and today, it was Hero Class 1-A's turn. The students were left instructions in the classroom. They were to meet out in Yuuei's training grounds in their gym uniforms. If they had them, the students were allowed to bring special items or equipment if they personally owned them. They were given a specific time to be ready and present at the training course in question. Anyone late was going to be reported to the principal and given more physical exercise to do as punishment. When students started to arrive, they would find Cian standing in front of a residential home. He hands were held together behind his back and he stood tall; an impactful stance. This entire face was covered with a sleek metal mash with only a single one of his eyes visible to the students. This was likely the first time any of them saw him, aside from the opening ceremony. Unless any of the students were from Osaka, which met they may have seen him on the news at some time as a firefighter. He was a tall man that stood over six feet tall and has spiky white hair. The only portion of his skin that was visible was a small section of his face between his mask and his hair where his ears were. He wore a long black coat with white gloves that served as his hero costume. And around his neck, a number of rusted looking chains hung and clanked every time he moved. He'd nod to students as they arrived, but would not speak until the allotted time had come. Class sizes were small, so it would be easy to deal with anyone that had any problems with the course behind him. Once everyone was here or the time for class to start had arrived, Cian brought a fist up to the bottom portion of his mask to clear his throat. The sound he made reverberated through the metal and looked silly in general since he was wearing his mask. "Welcome Class 1-A," He spoke. His voice was deep, but it had a light tone. It was a little jarring at first considering the more serious contrast to the principal, but the students would grow used to it. "This is the rescue operations course. And well, behind me is a fun little game." He continued to explain. He swung his body toward the building behind him as he mentioned it while keeping his hands in the same position he had them in while he was standing an waiting. "Think of it as a preliminary assignment so that I can gauge the class and how it's going. And once I get a good judge of the class, in general, I can design some more interesting things for you all to complete. For now, however, your task is simple." As he spoke, he moved his hands from behind time to his sides. And as he went on, he held one up with his palm pointed upward as if to present the building to them. "Inside of this building, on the second floor is a mannequin. Find it and bring it to me undamaged. If any villains see you, you have to beat them. Easy right?" He paused a moment to see how each student was going to react to just that part. "The stairs to the second floor are blocked off with three keys hidden around the first floor. So you have to find them and unlock access to the second floor." He stepped forward and opened up his other hands which showed them what they key looked like. "You'll each go in one at a time. Between each of you, I'll reset the assignment before the next one goes. And once you are finished, you will stand over there until everyone has completed the course. Oh, and it's timed for fifteen minutes!" Cian pointed over to a set of bleachers that the kids could sit on once the course was done. "So...who's first?"
Class 1-A: Nick Cross, Yoruhi Honookaen , Ryuusei Igarashi , Maximillian Tychus Kane , Rin Kurama , @seanmizushima , Jasmine Noir , Malene "Ene" Rubis
The course is a simple one using the following floor plan. The stairs in the middle are blocked by a locked door that requires three different keys to open them. The house itself is cheaply built and easily replaceable, but its walls are as sturdy as any other building would be. All outside doors and windows are unlocked, allowing the students to enter however they would like. However, the windows do not open enough for the mannequin to fit, so exiting the course must be done through a door. The second floor is completely sealed off from the outside with the mannequin tied up at the top. Students must untie the mannequin and bring it down with them without damaging the thing. The three keys are hidden in three different spots. The sealed door is reinforced and stronger enough to not be broken down. One is behind the television in the family room. Another is hanging from the shower head in the bathroom between bedrooms 2 and 3. The last key is in the master bedroom held by a pop-up cutout of a villain. Arranged in various parts of the room are pop-ups of villains. They are made of cardboard and are both easily destructible and replaceable. While finding the keys without dealing with most of them is fine, destroying them will yield clues to where the closest key is. These notes are on a slip of paper that can be seen once defeated. The pop-ups are rigged to a visual sensor, meaning they are easy to sneak past if a person can stay hidden. To defeat a cardboard cutout, enough force must be applied to it to knock it back down into position. Doing this to the one with the key will release the key form it. Placement of the cutouts are as follows: -Two in bedroom 2 facing each window. -One in bedroom 3 facing the inner door with its back to the window. -One in the family room facing the TV -One in the kitchen facing the stove -Three in a circle in the garage covering each other's backs -One in the laundry room facing the hall -Five in the master bedroom. In the middle of four of them is one already popped-up holding the key. The pop up can be taken down without triggering the other four if someone can enter the room from the master bathroom without being seen. Any cutout that spots a student must be defeated before the mannequin can be rescued. Positions of the cutouts can be seen before they are triggered as long as students are careful enough to check the rooms without being seen by the triggering mechanism. The mechanisms only face one direction, making sneaking past them as simple as walking behind them. The only except being the master bedroom, which will always trigger unless entered from the master bathroom or able to somehow not be seen on the camera. What this essentially is, is a writing prompt. Replies to this topic are basically solos with each student completing doing the task and either passing or failing. How you solve and complete the task is up to each person as long as they follow the rules above and are reasonable. Consider this a test run of future rescue classes, so try to be as creative as you feel you need to. Grades will be given out based on creativity, how the situation is handled, and how in-character it is written. Even failing the task can yield a good grade if the fail is written well. Time will be considered "up" when this topic is closed. Students have 14 days to write up their task and post it here as a reply. Failure to do so will just mean that student tried, but ran out of time. Good luck and impress me! |
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Post by Rin Kurama on Apr 30, 2018 9:13:41 GMT -4
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The introduction to class was a short one. If it could even be called an introduction. There wasn't any theory behind why rescue was important to be presented. Biting her lower lip, she wasn't certain all the villain fighting students that came mainly for the thrill of battle would be so easily accepting. Perhaps this attitude was part of the test in itself. A judge of character perhaps?.. Shrugging to herself, it made no difference to the girl. Rin had come to Yuuei to learn to protect, save and rescue others. All the lessons had equal importance to her. The more worrying thing to her, was that there wasn't any introductions as to how one went about doing a rescue operation. Nothing to take a hold of and start with. Instead, the students were faced with an immediate dilemma, a situation that they needed to solve as best they could. Rin's mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution. The fact of the matter was, that they were being sent in blind. There could be any amount of villains in the rooms waiting for them. Granted, the cutout villains weren't going to be fighting back, so that was a minor relief...
Figuring that sitting around thinking up solutions in absolute overdrive was going to do more harm than good, Rin rose her hand into the air. It was a strange dilemma for her. On one side, she wished not to draw unneccesary attention to herself. On the other, she wanted to ascertain the situation which would grant her the best possible outcome. The dream to be a heroine was burning more brightly than her shy nature. "I'll go."
Readying herself, she began outside the porch area by the second bedroom. Already having spotted the two windows there being watched by cutout villains, she knew she needed a different point of entry. As the timer began, Rin ran around the corner to the second bathroom. Figuring that the door leading into the foyer was guarded, she chose to go for a window. The window above the toilet was too narrow and too far up for the girl to enter easily, so she continued upwards. Peeking through the window into the third bedroom, Rin finally had some luck. One of the cutouts was located in there, with it's back turned to the window; A perfect point of entry. Assuming the window was properly secured, Rin would bend down to the ground and pick up a stone. Jimmying the window open, the rock was thrown at the backside of the villain cutout. Rin would climb in quick enough to follow-up on the thrown rock, had the cutout been an actual living enemy, treating it as if he'd react to the window being breached.
Grabbing the villain cutout from behind and leaning backwards, the girl used both her (lack of) physical strength and her body weight to knock it over. The clue as to where one of the keys was hidden read; You might get wet. On its own, the clue wasn't super helpful. It did give away that the key was likely hidden in any of the sinks, showers, tubs or the like. Bottom line was, the girl needed more clues. Skipping past the door to the bathroom, she entered the second bedroom through the foyer. Mentally noting that nothing had guarded the front door, she somewhat kicked herself mentally for having picked another approach. Being given the opportunity to jump two cutouts from behind, the girl's approach was exceedingly clear; Pick off anything that didn't see her in an attempt to get more clues for the keys. Even if the girl was physically weak, a sneak attack was always going to be more effective than striking head on. The two clues; Just around the corner. and I am heavily protected.
Almost four minutes had passed, nearing a third of her time, and she hadn't found the first key yet.
Entering the bathroom, the clues seemed to point towards the sink or shower. Quickly searching through it all, the first key was unveiled. A soft sigh of relief left her lips. From the foyer, the girl made her way towards the kitchen. Carefully opening the door, peeking through the crack, she found the living room and kitchen combined very lightly guarded. One of the cutouts was watching TV while the other was, seemingly, cooking something. It was also here, that the girl found the stairs leading up above to where the captive was held. As before, the girl needed more clues; The keys could be anywhere, so she had to take down a villain. Performing the same takedown a fourth time, she was beginning to struggle with it, her arms feeling heavy. It took way too much effort to go into a near full-body tackle every time; Rin needed some kind of weapon. Improvising, the girl picked up a meat hammer from the kitchen drawers. It was a simple, concussive weapon that wouldn't very likely kill, but it had enough power to knock out a bad guy. The cook cutout revealed no clue for her.
The cutout by the television received a harsh smack to the face with the meat hammer, dropping over with considerably less effort than her prior tackles. Breathing heavily, this exercise was stressful. The time element, the uncertainty, it all added a copious amount of stress. Reading the clue, Rin looked around. I was watching it. Searching the television, it took her but a few moments to acquire the second key. Now, it seemed the girl had earned herself a good amount of time to find the third and final key. The thought of succeeding this trial firmly planted in her mind. I can do this, I know I can!
However, as she peeked into the master bedroom, she was faced with a challenge that she wasn't sure how to approach. There were too many cutouts, and even worse, one of the cutouts had the final key. Rushing in there meant she had to take care of five villain cutouts all at once. It wasn't a favorable engagement at all, especially not if she was to treat them as actual villains, rather than cutouts. Freezing in her spot, moments passed without her doing anything. Think, think! There were only two possible options. One was to find a way to avoid all the sensors and only take down the main guy. The other was to take down everyone in the room. With how bright it was, it seemed near impossible for the girl to avoid all the sensors... Rin felt she was forced to use her quirk, if she wanted to complete this trial. None of the other students would see this, right?.. They'd still not know her quirk. It was okay, it was okay, it was okay. Struggling, Rin attempted her best to stay calm.
Taking a knife in the kitchen, she had to do this. Rin had to do this to be a hero. Breathing quick, fast, panicked, she sliced into her right hand palm. gritting her teeth, tears appearing in the corner of her eyes. Fighting off the sensation, she still wasted time, doing nothing. It hurt, it really hurt. Not only was it painful, but the sheer act of hurting oneself, had other complications for the girl's selfesteem, confidence and mental state. The crimson blood dripped into the air from her palm, gathering into a small orb. Having no further time to waste, she only had a handful of minutes left to complete everything, Rin rushed into the room. Immediately they were alarmed. There was a camera in the room which Rin hadn't seen, hadn't accounted for! Heading left, the first cutout was bashed with the meat hammer, while the orb of blood knocked over another. It was a completely different approach to her otherwise methodical and careful planning. The pressure of time running pressuring her into just trying desperately. Forceful and rough, if the villains had been normal people, they would've been severely hurt by her actions, but Rin was too focussed on her task to notice. Akin to an animal that had been cornered...
Wrestling the key from the final villain, the girl sprinted up the stairs, fumbling with the keys to enter the locked room. Skin was covered in sweat, it practically poured off of her in buckets. The blood orb was following her right hand, almost without the girl giving it any attention. Untying the mannequin, the timer was ticking down, there was less than a minute left. Grabbing the mannequin carelessly, Rin rushed back down the stairs. In the process, the mannequin's arm got stuck. Forcefully pulling it to herself, it's arm seemed to snap and break. In the final few seconds of her time, the front door was practically tackled open. Having attempted to open the door with the orb of blood ahead of herself, it had only barely opened as Rin charged into it with her shoulder. Rin, with the mannequin, rushed over to her teacher, essentially handing him the mannequin with trembling hands. Gasping for air, the moment that Cian accepted the mannequin, Rin would bend over, trying to catch her breath. Unable to do so, the girl would flop on her back, dizzy beyond belief... "Hostage... accounted for... sir..."
Covered in sweat, her palm bleeding, blood on the UA uniform, she looked more like she had come directly out of a warzone than a rescue operation. The stress of working under such conditions pushing her to limits, forcing her to do things she had promised herself not to do. All because her heart burned with the desire of being a heroine! The mannequin had a dislodged arm but seemed otherwise okay. The villains had mostly been dealt with using harmless force, although the five cutouts in the final room would've received serious injuries from her panicked assault...
How good had she done...?... Had this been okay?
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 30, 2018 12:32:34 GMT -4
At last, Nick thought as his teacher reached the end of his explanation, a real test of what we can do.
He sat with his back straighter than a Roman road, head once again held high to exude as much confidence and superiority as possible. Now, he would raise his hand, show how great his initiative was compared to everyone else and –
“I’ll go,” came a voice that was definitely not his own.
Damn. It. All. He shot a thunderous glare in the direction of whatever insolent fool dared to encroach on his spotlight, only for it to come undone and be replaced by a look of utter shock, as though he had been slapped several times in a row. The speaker was none other than the fragile little girl from the previous paired exercise, of all people, the very last person in the universe he would have expected. She continued to surprise him more and more every day, it seemed. His jaw was left floundering as he watched her stand.
This was nothing compared to the shock he felt when she came stumbling out, however, and not just because she had actually succeeded – she was covered in blood. He was left completely gobsmacked. Good lord. Were there other traps in there the teacher had not spoken of? That would make sense. Nothing he could not handle, he quickly told himself.
He stood immediately, allowing no one else to steal his thunder.
“My turn,” he declared.
He glanced across to the teacher as he readied himself, trying to ignore how much faster his heart began to beat and forming a cocky smirk on his lips. “This is child’s play.”
He was off like an Olympic sprinter. He slowed as he reached the house, though, and pressed himself up against its wall. He manoeuvred around it as briskly as he could, conscious of the ticking timer.
Logically, the front door would be heavily guarded, so he moved away from that and sought another opening, preferably the least guarded one. He would have found it easiest just to armour up and go in all guns blazing, but he reminded himself this was a rescue exercise. If he made too much of a show going in then that carried the risk of the villains just killing their hostage, did it not? Thank goodness he had been raised with some preparation for these kind of situations already, however minor, and even if it had not exactly been from the ‘rescue’ side. The Gifted Underground certainly knew a thing or two about taking hostages…
To that end, he avoided the second bedroom with its cut-outs he spied keeping watch by the windows. The bathroom window was far too narrow for a broad person such as himself, so that was not an option. The third bedroom appeared more promising; there was only one cut-out in there with their back to the window. Now or never.
The disc on his back bulged out and once more spat sludgy, pulsating black flesh across his body and clothes. It solidified into his frightening, spiky black armour with its glaring demonic face. He shattered the window with one swift strike of his elbow and swung himself in, swallowing back the pain as some of the glass bit into him and breaking into another Olympic sprint towards the cut-out the instant his feet touched the floor. He launched himself at the cut-out as it popped up and slammed it down again. His reward was a slip of paper that yielded the location of his first key: you might get wet. Ah, in the bathroom he had seen on the way in, then.
Speed was his best ally here. He had to treat this as though he were dealing with real, breathing people, not cut-outs: if these were real people some of them would likely have heard his break-in. He had to get the keys and the get the hostage fast before they had time to work out he was there and properly react to his presence. Every drop of the increased speed his Quirk granted him was necessary.
He dashed across to the bathroom between the two bedrooms. Where did you get wet in a bathroom? Easy; the bath. He snatched the key dangling from the showerhead, feeling a surge of adrenaline through his already pumped up body; he was doing this.
Where next, though? There was not a lot of time to think. He had no idea how much time had passed. He noticed now the foyer was empty – no. He remembered the state Rin had been in when she came staggering out. There had to be traps down there; they would not leave the most obvious entrance point of the house barren. That made no sense. His eyes swept the foyer, but whatever traps there were had been cunningly hidden, for he could identify none.
Shit, shit, shit. He was stuck what to do and he hated that with every fibre of his being. Remembering that there was a timer, he started running and then hurled himself in an impressive long jump across the foyer towards the hall he saw leading away from the other side. He braced himself to trigger the traps, expecting some of them to hit him as he flew across –
But there was nothing. The hell, he thought, as he landed by the hallway and glanced back. Were there really no traps there? Then what had gotten Rin? He pushed off those thoughts for the time being and made for the nearest door. Peering around the side triggered a cut-out to pop up facing him, so he seized a nearby small table with a potted plant atop it and flung it and the cut-out, which smashed it back down.
Once again his reward was a clue:
I am heavily protected.
“I’m sure you are,” Nick grumbled as he kept going through this otherwise unguarded laundry room.
The next two rooms he crept into but found empty. As he darted through the master bathroom towards what had to be the master bedroom, it dawned on him this was likely it. ‘Heavily protected’ most definitely meant a lot of cut-outs. Subtlety was not going to be something he could manage much here.
So, he threw himself in there, seeing the cut-out with the key right away but triggering all the others. He exploded into a flurry of wild kicks and punches, pushing his Quirk to its very limit as he floored cut-outs left and right. His body strained in agony and left him down on one knee panting for precious moments. He was not going to be able to hold this for much longer.
He snatched the fallen cut-out’s key and forced himself on to the next room, a spacious area that was both a living room and a kitchen combined. One cut-out was positioned by the television, the other the stove. Sprinting yet again despite the increased effort this was taking, he attacked the cut-out by the television first, seizing the paper to get the clue that the final key was behind the television, grabbing it, then running at the remaining cut-out and flooring them with a leaping kick.
Fuck. He hurt, everywhere. Was this what it felt like to be run over? Still he pushed on, unlocking the door at the stairs and finding the mannequin in their room. He untied them, hauled them over his shoulder and summoned every ounce of his rapidly draining strength to dash out of the house through the front door, which really did have no traps at all apparently.
He set the mannequin down outside, then collapsed onto his knees, his armour receding back into the disc on his back, which shrunk down in size. His breaths were heavy, his body coated in sweat, every millimetre of him screaming in pain.
But he had done it.
He raised his gaze up to where he assumed his teacher’s eyes were.
“There – you go.”
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on May 1, 2018 17:59:46 GMT -4
The entire time the teacher explained, the entire time Rin and then Nick went inside to do their work, Maximilian ate his chocolate ice cream that he had bought shortly before class. He saw both go in and come back as complete wrecks. One was covered in blood, the other one looked like he had just fought his arch-enemy and came out the only survivor.
Pathetic, but was it? He didn't know if both of them were actually quite good and the exercise was just that hard. Thinking rationally, the only way to know was to test it empirically, by experience. After Nick left, he was the next one to get up, stretching and throwing away his empty bucket. "My turn." He said, beggining to step towards the house.
His first step onto the front porch and the count-down began right away. He kept mental tabs on that, so that he could always have a rough-estimate of the time he had left. Fifteen minutes for that medium-sized house looked fair enough to him, as long as he doesn't wander around aimlessly. He tilted his head to look into the Bathroom directly in front of him, detecting two cut-outs already, facing the window. He rolled his eyes, walking at a leisury pace inside, knowing the cut-outs had jumped up from him peering in through the windows. It doesn't matter. He just walked in at a leisury pace, confident that strategy and smarts would get him the win This was good for him for three reasons: one, he was slow and lazy by nature, so he didn't really want to run, because it allowed him to have enough time for the air around him to get cold enough for the easy creation of ice and, finally, because it allowed him to save up stamina. As he stepped into the bathroom and, predictably, the Cardboard cut-out propped up, two ice balls appeared in front of him, of 8 cm diameter each. Telepathically controlling them, they each shot towards the cut-outs with great power, knocking them down with relative ease and revealing a paper to him. He knew the rules, how he needed three keys for access to the upper floor and the mannequin. Upon reading the papers, both pointed, with undeniable certainty, to the bathroom. One that indicated a "Head", the other that indicated "Where you get clean." As he made his way out of the room, followed by his two ice balls and entered bathroom 2, he saw it clearly. On the shower head. To him, this mission was feeling unrealistic already. Were the slips of paper intentioned to serve as a representation of interrogation? What were they even there for? As a sigh came upon his lips, the two balls knocked the key into his right hand, which he put away in his pocket. Three minutes had passed, most of the time wasted due to his leisury pace which, thankfully, made sure he still had a good amount of energy. Not only that, twelve minutes to spare, only two keys to find. He got out of the bathroom, looking to his left side and noticing the other bedroom. Can't hurt to check it, can it? He walked inside calmly, seeing the cardboard cut-out pop up. Easy pickings, it was just one. The two balls focused on it, pushing it back down on the ground as he took the note. "Where you might get wet." Gutter trash! It was just a tip to the same damn bathroom! A theory was popping up in his mind that he'd confirm later, but for now, all he had was anger from losing a whole minute going in and out of the room. Getting over it rather quickly, the serious pervert stepped out and went into the biggest part of the house he could see so far, one that caught his attention way more than the door to the side. He chose to go in there first, before the door to the side, for a simple reason: Such a big room might have a key hidden in it or, at the very least, good tips to the next key anyway. A smile came upon his face as he stepped in, seeing no door stopping him. Upon entering, he saw just how incompetent villains were, even in cardboard cut-outs. One was facing the stove, nowhere near spotting him from where he was coming and the other was watching TV. Could a person hate cardboard cut-outs? He definitely did right now. He flicked his left hand towards the one on the stove, having his balls smash him while he took the paper. It pointed him towards the one watching TV. This exam is fucking with him, at this point. He walked closer to the villain, right behind him as his balls followed him. Once again, smash. Relatively quicker than putting down a popped-up cut-out, for sure. If the exam taught him anything, beating an unprepared enemy was way quicker than fighting one head-on. The slip of paper was an obvious nod to the TV right in front of them. With the help of his balls, he pushed the TV aside, to find none other than the second key! This exam also taught him that villains have no originality when hiding things. Sighing, he made a rough estimate, having lost the exact time from excitement while smashing cardboard cut-outs. He had spent roughly 4 minutes on the kitchen ordeal. Counting everything together, he had spent 8 minutes total, and he'd have only spent 7 if it was not for that bust on the bedroom. A theory was proven right there, too: the slips of paper pointed towards the closest key. Now, the closest door to him was the one to the Master bedroom, literally just a few steps away. Figuring that it'd be worth checking it out, he got majorly surprised when he found not only one cardboard cut-out holding a key, he found four others popping up suddenly. Not wanting to spend more time than what he needed, he decided to use some of the stamina he had been smartly saving to create three more balls, all of them being shot towards an individual cut-out. A bead or two of sweat were catching onto him by now and his lips felt dry from the cold, nothing he couldn't handle: he resisted it. He walked towards the last key, picking it up and rejoicing silently, a smile appearing on his face. He had gotten the last key and, thanks to his extra spending of energy, only broke over barely a minute. He had 6 minutes left, more than enough. Figuring that he didn't need that many balls anymore, he dropped all but one, just in case. He knew that this was the final stretch, so he began actually running. Up the stairs, unlocking the door. Inside-- he saw nobody, just the mannequin. Idiots, didn't even leave anyone behind. He pointed to the ball which he added a simple blade at one of the sides, carefully cutting down the binds with it. Dropping that ball too on a corner, he picked up the deceptively light mannequin and ran with it directly the same way he came, knowing well no villain would stall him. Cleared the stage, with 4 minutes to spare. His face had just a small smile on it, the small amount of sweat already having dissapeared on his face, thanks to the cold always keeping him chilly. He placed down the Mannequin. " Cleared and done." He said in a serious, yet proud tone, walking back to his spot, sitting down quietly and going back to his hobby of staring at girls.WORDS: XXX
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on May 2, 2018 12:19:10 GMT -4
I often feel like a butterfly with broken wings To the training grounds?
At the end of class, all of the Yuuei's 1-A students had been notified to get their U.A Training Uniform and meet at the school's training grounds, with no room for any late arrivals. The military vibe really is going to become something regular, Ryuu guessed. The last to leave the classroom, he walked in a calm and rather slow way to the locker rooms, getting changed with the same speed. It was not being lazy, at least not on his mind. If you can take things slow and still arrive on time, why would you go running and tire yourself out? Reaching the designated area - as probably one of the last students to arrive, despite still being on time - he sat on the ground among his classmates, all of them looking at the man that was in front.
The teacher was tall, around the same height as Ryuu's father but, at the same time, looked a little slimmer. Still intimidating though, especially taking into account the all-black long coat the man was wearing and the metal mask that covered his face. It made sense for some of the teachers choosing to hide their identity: they were mostly former Vigilantes, some still did the odd job here and there, so risking to expose their real self to the world could potentially mean risking their life. Despite understanding that, Ryuusei still found it weird for the man to not introduce himself when he spoke to the class.
It was going to be their first practical exercise - what Ryuu feared the most. However, the stars, for once, seemed to be on the boy's side. It was the rescue operations class, so the task at hand would be finding and rescueing a mannequin. An hostage situation scenario, where cardboard cutouts with motion-sensors would act as the villains. A mission that they had 15 minutes to complete, the order of who goes in decided by the students themselves.
When the white-haired man asked who wanted to go first, he remained silent, curling a bit to himself as if hidding from him. He totally wouldn't want to be the first or even second going. Breaking the silence was the movement of a hand rising and breaking through the air.
"I'll go."
It was Rin, the little girl that Ryuu already had the oportunity to meet. In of their conversations she had told him that she had no hopes of passing the practical drills, but yet she was the first to volunteer. It made Ryuu respect her. Admire, even. The clock had almost hit the fifteen minute mark when the thin girl appeared from out of the house.
What the...
Blood. Sweat. Exhaustion. One of the mannequin's arms seemed a little out of place. Looking carefully, it looked as the girl's hand was damaged. Had she been cut our hit by someone? Wasn't it supposed to be a simple drill with no potential harm to the students? He wanted to get up. To ask her if she was fine or if she needed any help. Would that be inconsiderate to her? Would the teacher take such action nicely? Before he could make a decision, another student got, but not to offer any kind of help.
"My turn.", he vigorously stated. Ryuu never talked to this kid named Nick, but he could already see that they probably wouldn't get along that well.
Seeing that Rin was already being taken care of, he remained on the same place, waiting for the other student to finish the mission. He came out in some kind of armor that recoiled back at the same time that he fell onto his knees. He also looked bad, despite taking a little less time to finish than Rin.
That armor semed like a powerful Quirk, but powerful Quirks need to draw their energy from somewhere, Ryuu thought.
Wondering what the hell was going on inside that house for the two people that went in to come out the way that they did, another student volunteered to start. The blue-haired boy got up, saying the same words Nick said before while throwing away a bucket of ice cream to the ground.
That's... gross, was what came immediately to Ryuusei's mind. Leaving trash on the ground - especially during class and in front of a teacher - didn't seem very Hero like. But what did the young Igarashi know? The concept of a Hero was still weird to him, the same as the idea of himself becoming one.
Maxi, the cold boy, seemed to have the easiest of times so far. He had cleared the operation in around eleven minutes and didn't seem that much tired. Or maybe the cold that was always felt near him was good to hide the effort he had made.
Unlike the last time, nbody got up or offered himself. A strange silence was present. Having to people coming out from heel and then one coming out from heaven had surely got the rest of the class confused. Slowly getting up hoping that someone did it before him, Ryuusei was now standing on both of his legs.
Well, I guess that I can go, he said.
He would have to do it eventually, so that seemed like a good time to do it. The moment he stepped into the nearest area surounding the entire house, he heard the clock beginning to tick.
This is going to be too much work..., he thought to himself, crouched far away from the building in order not to be seen.
There was conflict on his head. On one hand, he knew that with his brain and Quirk, this was the scenario at which he could excel at; on the other, he just didn't had that motivation on is heart. Did it really matter if he did well or not? Did he really want to be doing this type of stuff? What if he just ended up quitting Yuuei and the effort he would be making now prove to be worthless? Yes, there was no point...
The teacher is watching, so if I just do nothing for the entire fifteen minutes I will surely be expelled or something like that... It would be a easy way out of this... Yeah, I'll do that.
So there he was, crouched and alone, a few minutes already gone past. But then, in the silence, a long forgotten conversation, one that really didn't have an important meaning came to rmind him of something.
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You know that you would be the best at helping others, right?
Really?
Yeah, it's because you always finish your games at 100%!
I'm sorry sister but... I can't understand what you mean by that...
You never give up! Even if the boss is too hard; even though you know that once you get that 100% you'll never play the game again; even if you don't really feel like doing it - you always try your best, you just keep on going and going until you do it!
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I guess that I can at least try...
A memory that shouldn't have appeared at that moment sparked something. Even if only for that moment and even if more for his sister than for himself, he was going to try his best. That mannequin was alive, those cardboards really were villains and the scenario was real. Ryuu was going to be the hero of that game.
He had a plan of his head. He needed to find a point of entry that led to a closed room with none or just one cardboard. After a careful lap around the house, crouching below any window and avoiding any open doors, he realized the perfect spot would be the window of a bedroom, that he counted as being Bedroom 3. Only one villain inside, eyes facing the room's shut door. Opening the window carefully and stepping inside making as less noise as possible, he was now in.
Now inside Bedroom 3, he took silent steps, moving slowly against the target. Taking advantage of the cardboad position, Ryuusei moved in behind it and, with his arms, strangled it to a point where the cardboard's neck would be visibily damaged and the sensor stopped working. If it was a real person, it would be the same as if rendering them uncounscious by cutting the ciculation of air. Of course that, both physically and mentally, doing such action on an object instead of on a real person made it much easier for Ryuu. Cardboard now on the ground, the young Igarashi moved it as silent as possible, hiding the villain inside the bedroom closet. Bedroom empty, that would now be his base during the operation. Funny enough, he was taking it seriously - just like he was playing the last level of one of his games. Treating the cardboards as living beings, trying to move silentely, hiding the bodies he took care of in order to not risk getting caught, not dealing any fatal blows because a Vigilante doesn't kill, only facilitates arrests - that was his guideline.
Time to scout this place.
They hadn't been given the house inside layout or how many villains there were inside. He didn't want to be surprised and his Quirk allowed him to make sure he knew everything without being caught. From when going around the house, he was able to check want the open windows allowed him to see: at least two villains in the bedroom near the porch (Bedroom 2) and five in the master bedroom, with four protecting one in the middle. The rest of the house was a question mark.
With his hands, he made a hole inside the right pocket of his Training Uniform. A hole big enough to fit five fingers. After that, he took of his shoes and hid them under the bed - that way, he would move even more quietly. He then touched his underwear through the hole of his pocket. Then his socks. Then the uniform. Then himself. All of them "locked", all preparations were done. His breathing being as calm as possible, he took a big inhale and then... no breathing. He turned completely invisible. If the teacher was watching through some monitor, he would see Ryuu vanishing completely. But he was still inside the house - the operation was starting just now.
He wasn't worried about being quick. Slow, quiet and methodic. He didn't want to make any noise or get caught and any unnecessary movement would take entire seconds out of his Quirk. Afterall, God's Alibi only works as long as he holds his breath and, for that, he needs to carefully manage what he does.
After almost two minutes of sneakingly going around the house, checking each room and division, he went back to Bedroom 3 - his base - and started to breathe once more. Regaining hi breath, he tried to control his breathing to his best ability. The rescue teacher couldn't see what he had done through the monitors but, once he saw Ryuu re-appear in the bedroom and counting with his fingers, his actions should've been clear for an experienced Rescue Ops. teacher.
Two in the nearest bedroom, one in the laundry, one in the kitchen, one in the family room, five in the master bedroom. That's nine. I'm assuming more in the garage, but I can only get in there after I take care of the one in the laundry room - Ryuu was analyzing the best course of action while waiting for his Quirk reset time to be over - The ones on the second Bedroom first, then laundry man, kitchen and family room next. After I'll check the situation on the garage and leave the master bedroom to end. When everything is clear I look for the keys. No point in looking for them while I can get caught and no point on getting the hostage if there are still villains around.
It wasn't an order made at random. The two in Bedroom 2 were far from everyother vilain and, being inside a close room, gave Ryuu a safe spot to reset his Quirk. The same could be said with the villain in the laundry room. Not knowing the situation inside the garage, it wouldn't be wise to go straight to there. He would rather wait in the laundry room and then go to the ones on the kitchen and family room, which were isolated from one another. Only then he would move to the unknown garage and, after, to the most difficult spot: the master bedroom. Through logic, he was guessing that, with the amount of concentration of villains on the master bedroom, there couldn't be more than two or three villains inside the garage, making it safer to go there first instead of going to the master bedroom, despite knowing for sure the situation that awaited him there, something he couldn't say about the garage.
A few seconds after laying the plan to himself, he felt it on his lungs. A cick that couldn't be explained with words that allowed him to know it was safe to use God's Alibi again. He touched everything once more, inhaled and then... it was on. Now invisible, he moved on to the second bedroom. There were two, so he couldn't take them both out the same way he did the one before. Well, he could, but only because they were cardboards - he would be caught in real life, and Ryuusei was taking the drill to be as real as it could be.
He approached the one facing the window closest to the door first. Invisible and standing right behind the villain, he put his arm around his neck. Closing his fist, he punched the cardboard neck with every ounce of force that he had. If it was real life and all went well, it would be enough to make the villain be in pain and, at the same time, unable to breathe properly or scream, due to where he was hit. As oon as he hit that villain, he runned - still invisible - to the other one, putting him on a chocke hold from behind. As soon as he grabbed the neck, Ryuu began breathing again. This time, loudly. Fast motions like those made it hard to keep holding his breath and, since he already had taken care of the other one in the room, he could become visible while rendering the second villain uncouscious.
As soon as he saw the motion work stop working, he released the hold. Then he went to the first cardboard and kicked him in the head. A funny sight for someone seeing the scene play out, but necessary in Ryuu's mind. The sensor had already stopped working with the previous hit but, in real life, it wouldn't have been enough to make him uncousncious: just unable to quickly help his partner or call for help. That's why Ryuu still kicked the cardboard, taking him as a target he still had to put out. Both cardboards now down and dealt in a silent way, Ryuu hid one of the closet and another under the bed.
It was then then he saw a little piece of paper coming out of the sensor. Fancy, Ryuu thought. Picking it up, it read:
"Between two rooms I rest, from a head that shouts water I hang; one come's here alone, no gang, come and put your bowels to test"
Hum... Head, water, bowels... The bathroom?
It was a weird clue, but he wasn't expecting Yuuei staff to be any kind of poets. Knowing the area was safe, he remained visible while heading to the bathroom between Bedroom 2 and 3. However, he still walked with caution. Once there, Ryuu opened the shower curtain, guessing the head was refering to the shower's head. He was right, as he found one of the keys hanging from there.
Well, if they give the clues to the keys along the way I'll just do it like that, he thought, going against the previous plan of looking for the keys after dealing with every villain.
Despite the reset time being finished in the meanwhile, he waited a little longer in order to control his breath. Once done, he touched his skin and his clothing once more, became invisible and headed to the laundry room.
From analyzing the house before, he knew that the target was facing the hall, so he had to make sure he was quick. The door was just a little open - that's why he was able to see him before. The other way was going through the master bedroom, but that was a no-go. So, he just opened the door more and, when he was able fit, jumped over the cardboard, attacking the neck once more. He assumed that, in real life, the confusion that the guard would have from seeing a door being open by itself would buy enough time for Ryuu to attack before he could say a word. On top of the cutout, hands applying force to the neck area, Ryuu only began breathing when he saw the sensor had stopped working, allowing him to safely ecome visible. It sure was a nice advantage having a Quirk that rendered the sensor motion system useless. The mission was going along nicely as he positioned the cardboard inside of the laundry basket, hiding him from the other guards. Ryuusei had no rush, waiting calmly for his breathing to calm done. Once he felt ready, he made the necessary preparations and activated his Quirk, heading now to the kitchen and family room area.
Not counting the first cutout he handled, these two were the most easy to take care of. They were apart and their backs were against each other, which made it perfect for Ryuu to approach them from behind and not having to be overly worried about being caught. He first took the one in the kitchen out, just like he did to the one in Bedroom 3. The same modus operandi was used for the one facing the TV, Becoming visible after taking care of this one, he noted another piece of paper coming out of the sensor. Crouching, Ryuu was quick to pick it up and read it.
"Behind a screen, but not inside; sit too close to it and you'll eventually go blind"
This one was even more obvious. Were they even trying? Reaching with his hand behind the TV, he grabbed a second key. Then, while waiting for his breathing to become more regular, he hid the two cardboard he had just taken care of: laying both of them beyond the kitchen counter, where they only could be seen if someone went to that exact location.
He was now ready for the garage, spot that he approached still visible. Peaking through the door that connect that location to the laundry, he saw three cardboard cutouts in a perfect defensive position. Ryuu closed the door without making a sound.
It would be too dangerous to take out all three of them. I don't have the physical ability to do such thing. Even more, they're job would probably be to make sure that no one goes in through the garage so, if they don't hear any strange noises from inside, they would have no reason to leave. In short, it's best to leave them closed in here.
He now made his way back to the family room, where the door to the master bedroom was located. If he wasn't taking the exercise so seriously, he could simply become invisible, take the middle cardboard out and come out without caring about the outher four. However, that would never work in real life. And, in Ryuu's current mindset, that meant a completion of 99%, not 100%.
I know that we're not meant to do this, but with my ability it truly is my only option, he though as he grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter.
The way the villains were positioned, the one visibily holding the key being the middle one... In a real-life scenario, killing them would be the only way of being able to get the key while avoiding combat or noise. He knew it was wrong, that they weren't suppose to do that but... if it was in a real-life, wouldn't saving the hostage be worth it? Ryuu knew that he would get points off his perfect run for such action, but not doing so would be cheating. Between 100% with some mistakes and 99% he knew what his choice was.
He entered the room invisible, holding a long knife that he had also used his Quirk on. He sneked inside the circle the four cardboards where making in order to protect the one in the middle. Once there, he stopped crouching and got up. Begin to breath and becoming visible, he slashed through the neck of the one in the middle. Right after, in a quick single movement, he did the same to the back of the neck of the other four: on their back and in a circle, Ryuu only had to rotate his body in order to hit every single one clean.
They were all down. In a perfect scenario, no sound would've been made. What would the teacher think? Would he able to understand why took the hard way instead of the easy one that was fully in Ryuu's reach due to his invisibility? If he did, would he accept it? Probably not, but it was done. The brown-hair student picked up the last key and, slowly, headed to the center staircase.
The hard work had been done. With the only cutouts remaining being the ones closed off in the garage, he didn't have to worry about getting caught. Walking at regular pace, he opened the door that led to the second floor, grabbed the mannequin and headed to the exist.
Once outside, he placed the mannequin on the ground next to the teacher. Time was stopped at that point. There was no sweat on Ryuu's body and his breathing was already regular and calm. It was as if he hadn't done that much work. He was proud though. Would Yaso be? He didn't know, but he was happy to have passed his first practical exam.
That was until he looked at the clock.
TIME: 24:59.
Notes: Sorry for the long post! Got way too excited writing and didn't know how to stop! I hope it's worth it though!
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Post by Malene "Ene" Rubis on May 3, 2018 11:05:41 GMT -4
Placeholder Image | There was silence in the girls' changing room. Ene sat, staring at an unopened packet of jerky that hung between her fingers.
She had regrettably brought it with her since she had a sudden wave of hunger come over her, despite having already eaten not too long ago.
Ene pinched the packet with both her hands, preparing to tear it open, only to be stopped by a sudden interruption.
"Wait, you're eating now?" Chene asked, astonishment evident in her voice, "We already had breakfast!"
"But that was so looong ago!" Ene whined, weary from the intensity of the principal's earlier speech, "I'm starved!"
There was not much room for debate, Ene having opened up the packet without even realising.
She argued that she needed the energy to get through the rest of the day, rebutted by Chene's fear of, god forbid, growing fat.
Chene's frown grew alongside her disappointment as she watched Ene wolf down the numerous cuts of dried meat.
"Hurry up, at least. You're going to be late," she pointed out, noting how they had spent at least fifteen minutes in the changing room.
Ene gulped down the last of the jerky, suddenly panicked. She rushed and stumbled to change into her gym uniform.
Now, her gym uniform was actually quite special.
Instead of the usual cloth that tended to become a little baggy, hers was clung to her frame a bit more, made of a special elastic material that would still keep her covered when she split, if she would ever split.
Ene had split only twice before, ever since she had first come together when she was five.
Neither were very pleasant experiences, namely because she had been wearing her favorite outfits and those had ended up being torn in half.
Once she was appropriately dressed, she hurried to the training grounds, crossing her fingers that there would not be any penalties for being late, if she was late.
Ene laid her eyes on Maxi having just finished the hostage situation that they were assigned, and with Igarashi preparing to enter the building.
She also spotted the two who were worse for wear, feeling concern for them.
It definitely showed, especially the girl named Rin, since she was, well, covered in blood.
Though, it seems that she was already being tended to, which gave her some relief.
Approaching the teacher, Ene decided to ask some things for confirmation while she waited for her turn.
She also commented on how rare it was for someone else to be taller than her.
Soon enough, Igarashi had finally re-emerged from the house, having taken a whopping twenty-five minutes to extract the mannequin from the house.
Ene suddenly felt apprehensive. Nick and Rin, two whom she felt were very capable people, had apparently come out looking like victims of attempted murder, and Igarashi had gone waaaay over the time limit.
Was the test really that difficult? Would Ene be able to complete it in time? Now, she was not so sure.
There was a brief moment of hesitation, before Ene had requested for her attempt.
She decided that she might as well do it, and that it would be nice to know whether she was up to standard or not.
Taking deep breaths as the house was being prepared once more, she steeled herself for whatever this activity might throw at her, her expectations for its difficulty having been skyrocketed.
Mr. Glave had given her the okay, and she was off.
Ene reached the house faster than most of the others, thanks to her height lengthening her stride.
She spotted the two cutouts facing out the windows on the porch, opting to go right so as to not risk detection.
The front door was definitely a no-go, either.
She hurriedly ran past the garage, turning left before coming across a window that lead into the master bathroom's storage unit/heating area/bathtub(no idea what that part really is).
Ene peeked into the window, making sure that there were no cutouts to spot her before she climbed in.
Carefully but quickly, she made her way through the bathroom to the master bedroom.
Before actually entering, she spotted the standing cutout surrounded by the other four cutouts, noting to exercise extra caution.
After all, she was not very well-versed in combat. Between having to take on five villains at the same time and not, she would very much choose the latter.
She inched around, hugging the wall until she reached a blind spot behind all five of them.
Ene then promptly approached the standing cutout, reaching for the top and pulling back, using her body weight to help bring the cutout down.
It was akin to choking someone out from behind, though that was something Ene had never done.
To her surprise, instead of a note, the cutout had revealed a key, which she instinctively grabbed.
Fortunately, there were no traps to punish her for such a careless decision.
Ene recovering from the shock of her, albeit pleasant, surprise, inched her way back out of the bedroom into the bathroom, being careful not to activate any of the other cutouts.
She estimated that around six minutes had passed, and that was her being generous.
Once out of range of any detection, she hurriedly made her way to the center of the house, her long legs putting in work and shaving off seconds off her time.
"That's one key down," Malene said, a smile on her face, "Why don't we check the living room ne-"
Ene almost screamed as she bumped into the cutout in the laundry room, her negligence probably resulting in her having to fight a villain were this a real hostage situation.
She heaved a heavy sigh, disappointed in herself for making such an amateur mistake.
Exerting effort once more, she heaved again to bring down the cutout and to procure a possible hint.
"Don't sit too close..." she read to hearself, racking her brain for what it could possibly be leading to.
"Yeesh, how dated," Chene snidely commented, garnering a look from Ene as if to ask her if she knew what the hint was pointing at. "The TV, duh. Seriously? You don't remember dad telling you that all the time?"
Ene sheepishly scratched the back of her head, only now remembering her father always telling her the things she was and was not allowed to do.
Her mind then wandered to when her father taught her right from wrong, the differences between heroes and villains.
It fascinated and scared her at the same time, how people could act so bizarrely that they would choose to tread down the path of evil and end up harming others, even though the right choice was clearly the right choice, because it was the right choice.
Her younger self's naivety amused her. But, she knew better now. People were not as nice as she would have liked them to be. That was ingrained deep into her head.
"Alright, that's enough zoning out," Chene said, clapping her hands to get Ene's attention, "There goes three minutes. Welp, we're definitely not passing this."
Ene frowned at the pessimism. Six minutes left to get two more keys and get the mannequin out was do-able, right?
There was time to waste, but they would be no good wasted, so Ene stood up and made a beeline towards the family room.
She spotted the next cutout from afar, moving leaning more to the side so that she would no be detected.
Was the cutout supposed to be watching television?
Ene quickly brought it down and swooped in on the next clue.
"That's enough television for one day?" she read it to herself, coming to the conclusion to turn off the television.
Fortunately for her, she could not find the remote anywhere, so she had switch it off manually.
She turned, leaning so that she could find the power button, which was usually on the back of these televisions.
That was when she noticed the key, and immediately went for that instead.
Ene couldn't believe her luck. She wasn't expecting to find the second key so easily. A smile found its way onto her face.
Of course, she still switched off the television.
Soon afterwards, Ene found herself brisk walking back down the hall into the foyer, searching for any way to get the last hint.
Opening the door to the second bedroom, she found the two cutouts facing the window that she had avoided when she was deciding on how to enter the building.
This was a perfect opportunity to split and take down both of the cutouts at the same time.
But... she didn't. Ene took advantage of the fact that this was not a real hostage situation to take down the cutouts one after the other.
She did not give it any second thoughts, not even thinking to treat this as a real scenario.
The two notes were crumpled slightly as Ene read off them. They hinted at water and cleaning, so she could only assume that it was the second bathroom.
She had not found any keys when she entered the house through the master bathroom earlier, so it was a matter of choice by elimination.
Ene hurried into the bathroom and searched.
Sink, cabinets, the toilet. Oh dear god, not the toilet. Please.
Ene felt an immeasurable amount of relief when she pulled back the shower curtain and found the key hanging from the shower head.
Having to pull out the key from the toilet would have been, just... eugh.
But now, Ene had all three keys, giving her enough to reason to dash to the stairs and fumble to unlock the door that stood in the way between her and the mannequin.
There it hung, from a rope, lifelessly. It gave a depressive feeling, giving Ene a desire to get it down and out as quickly as possible.
When she couldn't untie the rope, she took the sharpest of the keys, using it to try and cut down the mannequin.
It took a while, but she managed to thin the rope enough to cause it to snap.
The mannequin fell on her, being much lighter than she expected.
Ene immediately turned back to the stairs, hurrying down with the mannequin.
It was incredibly wide and difficult to keep straight, slowing her descent down the stairs.
As she went down step by step, Ene noticed how tired she had become. Moving around the house was unexpectedly taxing.
She finally reached the bottom of the stairs, frustrated that the mannequin had to hit every single bar in between the stairs' rails, and was desperate to finally end this.
Ene pulled up the mannequin underneath her arm into a more comfortable position, and bolted towards the front door.
The door swung inwards rather violently, just barely missing the mannequin's head. It scared Ene a little, but she quickly recovered, focusing on bringing the mannequin to her teacher.
At last, she had finally escaped the house, mannequin in hand.
The mannequin was dropped in front of Mr. Glave, Ene placing her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
She was much more tired than she expected. Must have been the pressure.
"I did it... how much-" she huffed,
"-time is left...?"
Her voice trailed off when she looked up at the digital stopwatch.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 13:07:26 GMT -4
Intro to Rescue Operations
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As he watched the students enter and exit the building to complete the assigned task, Sean was growing more and more excited. He couldn't wait to have his turn. He wondered what the other students went through, how they handled it, and whether he would be able to rescue the mannequin with time to spare. He wondered whether he should get to the vending machine and buy a bottle of water, but then decided against it. In a real life scenario, there was usually no time for a hero to prepare for a situation. Anything could happen at any time, and he needed to be ready for it. Besides, he wasn't that thirsty at the moment.
Sean then saw one of the students exit the building, out of breath. He looked at the digital stopwatch and saw in disappointment that she had gone over the time limit, just as the boy before her had. He felt bad for them, knowing that they tried their hardest. And soon, it would be his turn to either succeed or fail. Regardless of what would happen, he decided to calm down and relax. Better to go in without worry and focus on the task at hand. Sean decided to give it a try now. He turned to Mr. Glave and said "Yo sir, I'll be going next!"
It was time to go in! Sean ran towards the building, but then slowed down once he got close so as to not make too much noise. In a real life scenario, stealth would be wise as not to alert the villains and risk harm to the hostage. Quietly, he moved around the perimeter of the building, searching for the best way to go in from. Going through the front door was probably not the best idea. He noticed the front windows had two cutouts each watching through a window, so that was out too. He passed the bathroom window, being a bit too small for him. He could try to squeeze through it, but that would waste time. He checked the next window. "Score!" He thought to himself. This window was not only big enough for him to go through without trouble, but the only visible cutout was turned the other way.
Sean slowly and carefully slides the window open and makes his way inside, being careful not to make noise. Although a real villain wouldn't just stare at the door, they would react and turn around if he just jumped right in. Once inside, Sean proceeds to punch the cutout from behind, applying enough force to knock it down, just as a real person would having received a hard blow to the head. He then sees a piece of paper on the cutout and reads the clue. "Hot or cold, you'll still get wet." That would suggest the key was in the bathroom he had passed by earlier. Sean exits the bedroom and heads in the direction of the nearby bathroom. Hoping that there wasn't another villain inside, Sean slowly opens the door, where upon seeing the room empty, is filled with immense relief. He looks under the sink, opens the toilet lid, and then finally sees the first key hanging from the shower head. Sean triumphantly takes and pockets it.
Before leaving the bathroom, an idea strikes Sean. Not one that he likes, but an idea nonetheless. He goes back to the toilet, lifts up the cover of the toilet tank, and hesitantly looks at the toilet water. He may as well take advantage of his surroundings. Improvising during an emergency is not necessarily a bad thing for a hero to do. Being thankful that he didn't have to touch the water directly, Sean concentrates and activates his quirk. A cool sensation slowly begins to spread throughout his body as he begins to collect the toilet water. After gathering about four liters of toilet water, he focuses and compresses the water into four small spheres about the size of a fist, all of them hovering next to him, but not too closely. Sean then heads out of the bathroom and makes his way to the nearby hallway. Looking behind him, he saw that the front door was unguarded. He felt disappointed. If he knew, he could have saved some time. "Oh well," he thought. "At least there won't be any obstacles on the way out."
Sean wished that he had a watch on him to keep track of time, but he had to keep moving. Worrying about the time would do him no good. As he walked past the hallway, he stopped and noticed the locked door close by, presumably the stairs where the mannequin was being held hostage. After observing the nearby area, he also noticed the cutout in the kitchen and the one in front of the TV. He decided to take out the one in the kitchen first. He crept closer and closer until he felt he was close enough to hit it with one of his water spheres. He fired the compressed water sphere at the cutout, being thankful that it wasn't an actual person about to be hit with toilet water. It hit the cutout's head with the force of a hard punch and knocked it down with no trouble. After gathering the water that spilled and recompressing it, Sean glanced at the soggy note (without touching it, of course). "Looking at it too much is bad for you." Sean was pretty sure the hint had something to do with the TV, but to be sure, he decided to take out the cutout from behind just as he had done to the one in the kitchen. His suspicions were confirmed upon reading the clue. "Check more than just the channels." He checked all around the TV, hoping he wouldn't have to smash it open and cause too much noise. Fortunately for him, he saw it behind the TV. Two keys down, one to go!
The cheery feeling would not last long, tho. Time was running short, he still needed to find the third key, and he was beginning to feel a bit cold. He walked back to the kitchen and after looking around for something useful, noticed the frying pan on top of the stove. He decided to take it with him just in case. He also searched for a knife, since it was likely that the hostage would be tied and he can't compress the water enough to be as sharp as a blade. After finding the knife in a drawer and taking it, he left the kitchen. He noticed a nearby door and decided to open it and enter.
Unfortunately, he was greeted with five cutouts, all of them triggered. So much for the element of surprise. Well there's no running away now. Time to fight! Sean focused and launched the water spheres at four of the cutouts, smacking them hard on the face and knocking them over. He then ran to the fifth cutout and whacked its face with the frying pan with as much force as he could muster, until it too fell. He noticed the key that this one had. Picking it up, as well as collecting the toilet water that was spilled all over the floor (in case there were more enemies), Sean exited the room and made his way to the locked door.
Unlocking the door with the keys while shivering a bit proved to be a bit difficult. Thankfully, Sean didn't take very long to get the door open, and he ran up the stairs. He was surprised and relieved to see the tied up mannequin all alone and unguarded. This made things a lot simpler. Dropping the pan since it was no longer needed, Sean began to cut the mannequin free from the ropes binding it. After about a minute or two of cutting through thick rope, he picked up the mannequin and was pleased that it wasn't too heavy. After making his way down to the stairs while carefully holding the mannequin and making sure it was secure and undamaged, he made a run for the front door. It was getting more and more difficult to control the water spheres with all the shivering and him carefully carrying the mannequin, so he shot all of them away behind him, not needing them anymore. He set the mannequin down, quickly opened the door, picked it back up, and ran straight out.
Panting and shivering, Sean ran towards the waiting teacher. "All d-d-done, s-s-sir!" He carefully placed the mannequin down besides him and was pleased to see that it was still undamaged. He then looked at the time. 14 minutes and 57 seconds. Yes! He could not believe he had done it! And just barely, too! Raising his arms triumphantly, he went back to sit with the others, eagerly awaiting to see how those remaining would do, and hoping that it wouldn't take too long to feel warm again.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 9, 2018 17:50:02 GMT -4
 - Rescue Operations - " A picture perfect hero... but you're no God to me. "
Arms folded beneath her chest, Jasmine waited as student after student went in and completed the course in one way or another. Some of the outcomes worried her. Namely Rin: the girl came out a total freaking mess; exactly why she ended up a total mess was anyone's guess and a question mark in the blonde’s mind. As far as they were told the ‘villains’ were nothing more than cardboard. So how in the hell did she get injured? Jasmine had her suspicions – specifically about Rin’s quirk which the timid girl had been extra fidgety about – but she kept them to herself. There wasn't any room to be worried about others when her turn was coming up.
Normally Jasmine would’ve sprung up and gone in first. But this time was a little different. The PE ‘class’ they had before this whole shindig had been rather… taxing. Especially because of that bush-for-brows dumbass. Christ, some people didn’t know the meaning of place and time. But then again it was her own fault for getting wrapped up in it, she quickly realized. She sighed; whatever. Addressing that came later. For now she used what time she had to rest as much as she could.
She was one of the two remaining students and honestly sitting still with a thumb up her ass was starting to get irritating. “My turn,” she stated, punching a fist into her open palm. She didn’t know what exactly to expect from this ‘test’ or ‘intro’ or whatever the hell that weirdo called it, but she was damn well going to pass it with flying goddamn colors.
The moment Jasmine went in her instincts steeled themselves. Her first priority was to scope out as much of the place as she could while on the move. Stated or not, information was key. Arguably just as important as the three keys she was supposed to find. Now under any other circumstance Jasmine would’ve taken her time scoping the entire place out but this time around she was on the clock, meaning she’d have to hustle it.
Ember had started near the porch, instantly hiding behind it. Quietly, she approached the side of one of the windows and bolted down lower when she spotted two cut-outs staring out the two main windows left of the garage. Placing their locations within a mental map she built for herself, she circled around the left. Another window. She peered into it: bathroom. Check. Looking further around the house, she spotted another cut-out by the window to a bedroom, this one with its back turned towards her. Perfect.
As quietly as she could, she opened the window and pulled herself up onto it. Without a second thought Ember launched herself at the cut-out, delivering a kick to the cardboard villain that nearly broke the object in half. She immediately begun scoping out the area but was distracted by something falling on the ground. A crumpled piece of paper. Straightening it out, she realized it was some kind of note. I’m being washed. This was a clue. So this meant either the bathroom, laundry room, or a random kitchen sink. She remembered a bathroom close to her. That was her first objective.
Thinking fast, Jasmine glued herself to the wall next to the exit of the bedroom. Gently pushing the door open, she peered into the foyer. It didn’t look like any cutouts were in her immediate area. What small mental map she had told her the room with the two cutouts staring out the windows was in front of her. And to the right…
Bingo. Bathroom. Entering, Jaz was quick to scan every nook and cranny. Shower head. Easy One out of three and she was barely nearing the three minute mark. This was going along swimmingly. Pun fully fucking intended.
Jasmine wasn’t going to go with the other bedroom where she saw the cut outs. They would have been easy targets to take down as she knew with the way she’d enter they’d have their back to her. But she thought that was a little too easy. And likely a waste of time. Call it a gut feeling. And Jasmine always went with her instincts. Instead, the girl grabbed a small mirror she found in the bathroom and made her way down the hall. Crouched, quiet and careful, yet maintaining a good level of haste. She was as alert as she could be, scanning the entire area as she prowled.
This situation worked against her. Her quirk was utterly atrocious in these types of operations. Explosions were effective, that was undoubtedly true, but they were also loud. Very fucking loud. Sure, she could blast her way right through every single one of the cut-outs but in a realistic situation that would prove more detrimental than helpful. She had experienced that first hand. Thus she had to resort to stealth. If she was detected, then screw it, bombs away. But if she could do this quietly, that would only prove to be a win in her book.
There was a door in the hall. Curiosity was there, tempting her to open it, but the sight of another cut-out right there in the living room jolted her out of it. She dropped lower instantaneously, worried that she might’ve been made.
Luckily for Ember, the cut-out was facing a direction opposite from her. Thus she proceeded, ignoring that one for a brief moment. Nearing the kitchen, she stopped. She pulled out the small mirror she had pocketed from the bathroom where she found the first key and used it too peek around the corner. There was another cut-out, facing the stove. Easy pickings.
Pacing her breathing, Jasmine took a brief moment. Her right hand had begun quivering, unwanted memories coming to the surface. She grasped her wrist and squeezed. One. Two. Breathe in. Breathe out. This was not the time for another episode.
After twenty or so seconds, Jasmine inhaled sharply; she’d just have to soldier through it somehow. Thus she rounded the corner, approached the cut-out as quietly as she could, and delivered an elbow to the back of its head, knocking it out of commission instantaneously.
There was another note. I’m being watched, it read. Glancing into the living room, the answer had seemed rather obvious. The cut-out she'd seen before was staring at a TV. Using its positioning, Jasmine approached from behind and kicked it down easily. There was another note. I’m masterfully guarded.
Blinking a few times, Jasmine thought this through. Fucking riddles. Okay. Masterfully guarded. What kind of place would be guarded so much? The hostage? That would make sense, but why the masterfully part? The only thing that made sense in her head was the master bedroom. Fuck it. Time was ticking. She couldn’t afford to second guess herself.
Jasmine crouched by the TV, her hands sliding all over it in an attempt to find the second key. Before long she found it right behind the device. She had about eight or so minutes to spare. This was very doable.
Her mind drifted back to the map she had mentally drawn up. Assuming the layout of the house was like any normal house would be, that small room she saw in the hall was likely either a bathroom or a laundry room. No way would anybody connect their bedroom to a garage. That was dumb. She didn’t think the other bedroom she had seen was it either. The note said masterfully. Two cutouts facing the opposite direction was hardly masterful. So the only real option aside the second floor was the door right by the TV.
Jasmine couldn’t tell you what it was. Her anxiety or impatience – it didn’t matter either way. The girl didn’t bother checking the door with her mirror. She just gently pushed it open. And the moment she did, her eyes went wide as saucers when she realized there was a cut-out staring her right in the face, activating as soon as the door moved.
She didn’t have time to think. She’d been made, and as far as she knew there were going to be quite a few cut-outs in the room. Acting purely on instinct, Jasmine swung her arm, her palm open to release about four of her most powerful explosions, utterly decimating every single cut-out inside… and more or less leveling the room itself.
“Well, shit,” she cursed under her breath as she glanced at the destruction. Clicking her tongue, she proceeded to rummage through the wreckage in search for a key. This was going to take precious time. Time that she, admittedly, had, but that didn’t mean she wanted to waste any of it.
It took her a minute or so, but she found it. Memory dictated there weren’t any more cut-outs between herself and the stairs to the second floor, so she blew into an all-out sprint towards it. It didn’t matter how loud she was being by this point – any form of subtlety was blown out the window together with half the master bedroom the moment Jasmine used her quirk.
Fuck it, might as well save time now, she thought, using an explosion to propel herself up the stairs. In a realistic scenario – assuming there were no guards inside with the hostage – she’d be racing against time anyway. And if there were guards inside she would’ve been fucked in one way or another already. That was a depressing thought. One she didn’t linger on as she shoved all three keys inside before kicking the door open.
There it was. No guards. She ran up to the mannequin and, using several very small and precise explosions, severed the rope holding it. Being careful with the damn thing, she clutched it to her side and bolted out of the second floor, jumped down the stairs, and ran out the main door of the foyer, running towards the side of the garage to avoid the two cut-outs watching from the other bedroom.
With five or six minutes to spare, Jasmine placed down the mannequin, breathing heavily and looking mildly irritated as the shade of crimson from her eyes slowly faded, “Oo-fucking-rah.”
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Post by Yoruhi Honookaen on May 11, 2018 15:55:37 GMT -4
 I see you through the flood
See you through the fire
See you through the storms-a-raging
❧ For now, he was the last one. Every student present was able to clear the course with more or less success, and he just observed so far. When the teacher asked them the question, Yoru thought about going first, but as he looked from one of his classmates to another, he thought against it. It was a weird feeling, but if any of them were seriously injured, Yoru would at least like to be there to rush them to the infirmary, if needed. Wolf-pack mentality kicked in quickly, and instead of being the scout to go forward as the first, he would be the rearguard to take care of the ones returning from battle. It was even more surprising to see who decided to take the initiative. That little girl he ran the wipeout course with seemed to be the bravest to go on their mission right away. It was with anxiety that he waited for the students to go through the house and return with the mannequin, but he paid extra attention to the three students he knew better than the rest. Once they were done with slightly more injuries than he would have liked, Ryuusei overthrew the course although with more time than given, and even Jasmine returned from the house, he knew his time was up. He waited the short moments for the course to be reset, and then without a word, ignited his harmless flame crown on his forehead and stepped toward the building. He had no extra equipment or gadgets on his person. He had the simple U.A. gym uniform, its sleeves on his arms and legs all pulled up to free up his skin in case his fire would be needed. It was harsh to ask for new clothes every time he burned a set, so it would be best not to damage it unnecessarily, if possible. Going through the front door was nonsense. While some of them did attempt it, Yoru immediately circled around to the side to look for any suitable entrance he could use. He raised his head to the upper part of the building, and spotted various windows above. Well, it couldn’t hurt to try, he thought, and took two steps back to get a running start, and to jump up the wall. He grabbed at the eaves, then kicked himself further up until he could reach the ledge under the second floor’s window. At times like these, he was glad for the years he spent on the streets, free running with the gang and learning parkour with trial and error. True enough, a few of his bones were protesting during those years, but it gave him the necessary dexterity for maneuvers like this. He plastered himself to the wall and the glass to safely plant his knees on the ledge before even attempting to pull up the window. It didn’t budge. “Figures.” He murmured at the lock. It was shaded, a light curtain was drawn in front of the glass so he couldn’t look through and into the room. The mannequin, his target was supposed to be somewhere there, but obviously, the teacher wanted them all to go through the longer route to save it. Sure, he could play that game. He jumped back down and somersaulted on the ground before getting back up and rushing to the nearest window that lead to the family room. Unlike the one above, it was unlocked, and could be opened wide enough for Yoru to push himself in, legs first as he grabbed the upper part of the window, then landed on the carpet in a crouching position. From here, he was able to see one of the motion detecting mechanisms that would trigger a cardboard villain to be defeated. He was out of its range, as the detector faced away from him and toward the TV. Looking around, he could only spot one other in the kitchen, but that seemed to stay dormant as well. For now, he decided to leave those two be, and scout the place as quietly as he could. Even though he was the fiery guy, he was far from being reckless. He would only act on instinct when the situation called for it, but in a low-stress mission like this one, he could keep a cool head. He raised himself, and walked through the living room. There were no more motion detectors in sight, so he only took note of the two, and headed for the little hall that lead to the front door and the porch. It seemed mostly empty as far as he could see, and it led to four more doors aside from the front. Well, he needed to start somewhere, and after a short counter that rhymed with his steps, he stepped into the second bedroom. Two cardboard cutouts stood there, already triggered, probably from the walk he took outside of the house. He cursed under his breath as he lit his orange colored flames on both of his fists. If this was a real mission, he would have failed already. The cardboard cutouts were unable to call for help from their teammates, and also were unable to kill the hostage. If this was real, there would be causalities already. He turned his annoyance into power and punched both of the cardboard villains back down to the floor. The fire that caught them fizzled out quickly, and they laid there, harmless. Two down, at least. Turning around with an annoyed huff, he reached for the next doorknob. One bathroom and a storage room later, he found himself in the third bedroom, with another, unfortunately triggered and then defeated cardboard cutout under his feet. He balled his still flaming fists, as he scouted the bedroom, and found nothing that would remind him of the keys. Nothing. No clue where either of the key must be. He would run out of time at this rate, and would fail the test without anything to show. As soon as the teacher explained the situation, Yoru knew he was starting with a disadvantage. Not for the fact that he was bad at controlling his flames and dealing with a rescue operations. And least not ONLY for that. But he was not fit for indirect confrontations and sneaking around, especially not in search for hidden objects in a house with so many rooms. So many small rooms, low roof and cramped spaces. It was only a few minutes, but his skin was already crawling with the uncomfortable bugs under it that wanted out, to feel the outside air and the sunshine on his skin instead of the dusty walls that saw through the mission of seven other students already. So by the time he reached the master bedroom with the already popped cardboard cutout and the other four ready to jump up, he was reacting on instinct, calm observations thrown out the window. The first villain, right in front of the door got a quick, flaming right straight in the head, and the rest were quick to follow. Yoru let his flames burn with nearly no harm behind them, with the exact intention to leave the cardboard cutouts unharmed up until now. However, in his current state of restlessness and discomfort, the amount of flames he controlled seemed to be too much. The villains caught on fire, and as soon as his fists left the surface of the enemy, his Purifying Flame gained back the property of a common fire – and burned. By the time Yoru could reach each and every villain, half of their surface was scorched, and they lay in heaps of blackened paper. It was only the villain in the very middle of the room that gave any reaction to his punches, as it released a key on the floor in a high-pitched chime. A fire-clad hand reached for it and hid the precious object in his fist, and while crouching there, he could notice the remains of white, regular paper, so much more different than the cardboard the cutouts were made of. He could only gather half-words and random letters on them. Upon realizing the words must have been clues to the whereabouts of the other two keys, Yoru frowned, teeth gritted, and stood up with the stomp of a bull that was determined to thrust its horns through the matador this time. As he turned around, he met with his own reflection in the mirror of the opposing wall, and for a moment, a satisfied smile flashed in front of his mind’s eye instead of his own, resolute frown. Hey, Brother. How about letting more of those flames out, hm? You will feel better...! The mirror met its fate and scattered into a million pieces on the wooden floor, mixing its shards into the scorched scale of the villains. It did not matter how much time he would have to waste on finding the keys, but he would complete the mission even without the clues. Rather than getting desperate upon the complete failure he showed right from the start, he looked through every room he had and had not yet been to, with the quickest possible movements he could manage while observing every little cranny and corner. It took him minutes, way too many to count without getting more and more sure of the bad grade he will get for the assignment. After punching the two villains in the family room with his harmless flame, not leaving a speck of dirt on either of them, he spotted the key behind the TV and pocketed it. After going through the garage and fighting for his life with the imaginary villains yet again – and finding nothing –, he rounded the front rooms and found the last key where he had already been, but wasn’t yet careful enough to see. The key hanging from the shower head was almost mocking him. It was hiding in plain sight, but right next to the water his quirk despised so much. He reached out, and picked it up with uncharacteristic gentleness. His hands were still in flames, and he was in no mood to blow them out. The skin on his lower arm was slowly reddening as even his near harmless flame was protesting against the careless use, warning its user to mind his limits. Yoru cared not: the small pain his own fire provided was only a reminder that he was much more different than the mirror image with that sly smile and honey-coated venom for a voice. The door that led up to the second floor let him through without any protest with the three keys. Up there, the mannequin was stranded, roped to a chair, and Yoru hurried to its side to burn its shackles off. His hands stopped right above the ropes. He had to realize that if it was a living human, he would burn them together with the ropes, and would cause pain, although one that could be healed by another person’s quirk easily enough. But still, it caused a moment of hesitation, and a low murmur of warning before the ropes turned to ashes under a touch of his fingers. The mannequin’s sides and its arms showed the smallest of scorch marks, and Yoru was careful to hold the humanoid form in his arms in a way that he would not touch any of the possible injuries he himself had to cause. He exited through the front door, mannequin in his arms, way past the time limit. With the burn marks on his own arms, and the black coloring of the mannequin’s side, it was obvious that his control over his quirk was shaky in the confines of the rooms. Most of the motion sensors were triggered, although defeated. No written clues were found, as the paper were all burned in the attack, so he lost too many precious minutes trying to find the keys without them. However, he was never about to give up the fight and carry though the mission even with the odds against him. In a real mission, the hostage would be dead within minutes, and the villains would either ran away, or ambush the fledgling hero without any warning. Yoru was fully aware of that. He was, and that meant he would try that much harder to correct his mistakes the next time he would be facing a situation out of his comfort zone. He didn’t say a word as he laid the mannequin near the teacher and joined the rest of the class by the bleachers to await judgment. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Cian Glave on May 15, 2018 19:33:55 GMT -4
Cian watched silently with bated breath as each student took their turn in the course. And after each one finished, the course reset itself for the next one. While what was happening inside was a mystery to the other students, Cian could see everything that went down. This mask wasn't just for sure. The part that covered one of his eyes served as a screen for him to watch. One could say he had one eye on the house and the other on the students outside. He was watching and judging everything that was going on within. It was all important information after all. You see, this assessment was going to shape the class for the rest of the year. He wanted to see how the students handled the situation and their mindset in doing so. The course was designed to be completed by any entry level person. Sure they were just teenagers, but it wasn't supposed to be incredibly difficult. However, many of the students took the assignment way more seriously than they needed to. It was rather interesting. it showed what kind of determination the kids had. but at the same time, it showed that they were willing to make thing harder for themselves for no reason. Once the final student finished up, Cian ushered them all to the bleachers to give his judgment. He was sure they were curious about how well they did and those that were expecting were going to be disappointed. Once everyone was seated, Cian stood in front of them with his hands held behind his back. "Well, I must say..." He started, clearing his throat a moment before going on. "Class 1-A is full of try hards it seems," he said to them with a genuine chuckle. It wasn't meant as an insult, but he found it humorous with how hard the group tied to act as if the assignment was a real situation. It was the very first class of the very first students in the very first hero course in the very first hero school. Did they expect to be thrown to the wolves right away? Maybe it was a good idea to do so, but given the results of the assessment, maybe it wasn't. "In case I wasn't clear before, this course was designed to be a simple assessment of your abilities and actions as they stand right now before you received any formal training. It was to show me what needed to be worked on and what areas my classes need to focus on first. And of all of you, the most problematic thing was expectations." he explained. They were expecting to get dragged through the mud and struggle for a simple grade. Cian was saving that for their exams. "Simply put, you weren't doing this for a grade, you were doing it so that I could see what I needed to teach you all. However, I'm sure each of you re eager to know how you did anyway..." His voice trailed off at the end as he moved one of his hands from behind his back to his chin. His eyes moved to each student in the order they went into the building to complete the assessment. "First up is Kurama-san. If this assessment were to be given a pass or fail, you would have failed for missing the alerted villain that spotted you as you passed the laundry room through the hall. it should be noted that you seemed to have purposely held back on quirk you. I advise against tiring yourself out to take down someone when you could do it far easier. I suggest speaking to your homeroom teacher about your hang-ups. They are just cardboard, they don't have feelings." The girl seemed earnest enough, but he could see that she didn't pace herself very well. However, that was the reasons he was at Yuuei, so he couldn't hold it against her. "Next was...Cross-san. You did decently well. Though, on the opposite end of Kurama-san, you must pace yourself as well. Whereas she exhausted herself in small bursts, you went full force the entire time. Please, consider your quirk and how you must conserve energy." The boy did well, but he rushed through a lot of it to get done on time. By the end of it, he was as tired as Rin was. which didn't make for good rescue if there was more than one person that needed it. Working through a situation smart could save more people than running through it as fast as one could. "And now Kane-san." He started, turning to the boy calmly. "It seems you have great control with your quirk. I applaud your finesse, but you would have failed for the same reason Kurama-san failed. You, too, missed the villain in the laundry room as you passed the main hallway. Please don't let your overconfidence make you overlook what is around you." Maximillian cleared the course pretty quickly and with skill, but did overlook a few things. Cian hoped that this was a wake-up call for him to pay more attention to his surroundings and not assume everything was under control. "Igarashi-san you were next. And unfortunately, I'm quite disappointed in you." Cian started, trying not to sound harsh. In fact, his voice was rather playful despite his words. "You used your quirk to sneak around the house and scope it out, but chose direct conflict afterward. I'm sure if you searched for the keys without the clues you would have saved some time." It was true that finding the keys without the clues was a little more difficult, but the goal here was to save the hostage, not defeat the villains. He could safely walk up to each one, even the one in the master bedroom without being seen but chose to fight them anyway. The boy had such a stealthy quirk, yet chose not the avoid violence and complete everything. Very curious indeed. "And you, Rubis-san, you went over the time limit as well. And while you didn't take a whole arm off, you did injure the person you were supposed to rescue. Additionally, the lack of quirk use of peculiar. I suspect you held back for some reason, but given that this was a simple assessment, it is fine. Though, I would like very much if you did try to use our quirk more often. Someone like you could cover ground twice as quickly as the others could." Cian was starting to notice a trend with the students here. Either they were extremely conservative, or extremely excessive with their quirk use. Applying their abilities to different situations was important after all. He'd have to design future course with their quirk in mind. "You just barely made it Mizushima-san. Only three seconds to spare. Sadly, you would have failed as well, for the exact same reason as Kurama-san and Kane-san. That one villain hidden in the laundry room is rather easy to overlook when you are rushing through that hallway it seems. Do be careful next time. I will praise your skill with your quirk, however. You seem to have that under control." Sean did really well, but because he missed one of the villains it cost him. Like Maximillian, he proved to be skillful but lacked the awareness needed. It was becoming a pattern and that meant Cian had to address it in the next few classes. "As for you, Noir-san, you did quite well. Speedy and well planned. You would have passed." he said to her, adjusting himself so that he was facing the last two students. "Your quirk is quite destructive, so it was a bit risky to free the hostage the way you did, but it turned out okay in the end. You still held back more than you should have, however. The hall door wasn't completely closed, but you did manage to avoid its sensor, so luck is on your side for this one." Jasmine was one of the few that didn't clear out the whole place. Everyone so far avoided the garage, but Jasmine avoided everything she could see that she could. It was good instincts and he made a note to provide something to get the other students caught up to her in that regard. Until then, he'd make sure there was something in the course to handle the likes of her and Cross-san. "And last but not least, Honookaen-san. Unfortunately, you too missed the villain in the laundry room. But more importantly, the control of your quirk seems...unreliable. It's not something I would place a bet on, that's for sure. You ended up losing a lot of time because of it and maybe you should focus on control over power for a little bit. You also harmed the person you were supposed to rescue, so you didn't do very well at all. However, I do like that you were willing to continue even after you realized your own mistakes. It's an important quality for a hero." Yoruhi's quirk wasn't the easiest one to use in this situation, but he did a decent job with it despite that. The whole house wasn't up in flames, so that was a good thing at least. He placed out both of his hands, motioning for the students to stand up. "Despite how well you did or did not do on this course, there was some truly valuable information gathered here. It will be amusing to see how this class evolves as the year goes on. Please take the time to reflect on the performance of yourself and your classmates until our first official class setting. I, Glave-sensei, will turn you into heroes yet! Until then, please help each other become better and play nice. Toodles!" And with that, the teacher motioned for them to return to their classroom for whoever was instructing them next. Cian had a lesson plan to write up for 1-A and two more classes to run through the course. This first year was going to be an interesting one for sure.
Class 1-A: Nick Cross , Yoruhi Honookaen , Ryuusei Igarashi , Maximillian Tychus Kane , Rin Kurama , @seanmizushima , Jasmine Noir , Malene "Ene" Rubis |
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 14:23:44 GMT -4
For this being such a unique experiment that everyone took massive part in (Jesus look at that post length), everyone was warded double exp, and maximum exp. Enjoy the +20.
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