Emi's Exclusives!

--- emi's exclusives ---

- episode two: chimera's story -

A black screen with white text.

Said victim fades into view, his appearance making him instantly recognisable to those he had met. A hodpodge of animals forced into a human body, Chimera looked much worse for wear than usual. Never mind his poorly-brushed fur and the pained look in his eyes - the setting (a hospital bed in what some might know at Yuei’s infirmary) made it painfully obvious that he had suffered some injuries from the military. The boy stared at the camera; with an anxious tone, he brought himself to speak.

“...I’m Chimera. I’m...I'm fifteen years old, and I-I am a first year at U.A. The hero school. A-As I think everyone can see I’m...I have a very obvious mutation Quirk. It gives me fur and horns and...well, you can’t see them right now, but rabbit feet. I’ve always looked like this, since I was born, and..." He paused, and his eyes strayed from the camera. "And it wasn’t a very easy life. I grew up in the foster care system, I went from home to home, and a lot of people saw me...like a monster. Like I was inhuman.”

“Five years ago, I was finally adopted by a family. One of my parents is mundane, and the other also has a mutation Quirk. I-In fact all of my siblings do. We’re all foster kids. All of us...are different. We're all mutations in one way or another, and we'd all been through that kind of...life. That’s why I chose to come to U.A, and to try to become a hero. Because I am sure there are other people like me, or like my siblings or my mother, who are treated like monsters or worse because of how we look. It...doesn’t make us any less than everyone else just because we have fur, or antenna, or bear hands...uh, spelled b-e-a-r...we're still people. Still kids, in my case.”

“We’re still people. And. And when I was at Semper Fi, with all of my friends who are also different--even if not as...obvious, as I am--we were...we...” The boy’s hands were shaking, either from the nerves of speaking to the camera or the dread that came with his memories. He paused, and text faded in at the bottom of the screen.


The boy continued. “There was an explosion somewhere. Close to where I was with my roommate. I ran in its direction to see if I could help. I asked them, right away, what was wrong. What can I do. I. I wanted to make sure nobody was hurt. But as soon as they saw me, this soldier...he reached out for me, like he was trying to grab me by the throat. I. I ran away, and...and...he started shooting at me. He--He only missed because...another soldier stopped him, tried to pull the gun away, and I turned around and I s-saw..the man who had attacked me...shot the one who saved me....right in the head.”

“...I found my friends again. They. They had found a little girl--a little kid, like, not even a middle-schooler--whose leg had been broken by this...this mob of panicking, confused people. There was shooting going on, and tanks moving out. Students were getting arrested. No. No, no, it wasn’t just.....it was people with Quirks--any Quirk--being arrested. Being...shot at. Or. Just shot. But it wasn’t the whole camp. Soldiers tried to help us, too, who knew this was just...wrong. The girl’s father was a soldier and he helped us get to cover behind a tank. But the people attacking us...they had one, too, and they took our the...wheels? Treads? I don’t...”

“We. We had to do something, or...or we would be shot. Two of us went to defend against the soldiers attacking us. Myself and my roommates stayed behind, using our Quirks to fix the tank, and to... we... he added cots to the side, and a shield around it. When the gunshots died down we started grabbing people. Anyone. Whoever was hurt, students or civilians or, hell, soldiers we didn’t know were for or against us. We. We couldn’t leave them. They could have died from their injuries. We didn’t know when help would get to them. So we...we did what we could.”

“I don’t remember escaping. I took a blow to the head, and when I came to, I was in the hospital. My friends...we were alive. But. We were hurt. My roommate’s deaf now. Can’t hear anything. He...he might recover, but it’s not certain. One of my friends who had protected us...he was shot in the shoulder, in the chest, been concussed...he...he’s still in really, really bad shape. I was shot four times in the chest. I...I have two broken ribs, and...the bruises on my chest. Just. If I hadn’t had a bullet-proof vest on, I...I wouldn’t have...”

Chimera found his confidence, staring straight at the camera – and therefore, the viewers. “I don’t know what the media is saying about this. I. I can’t look at it, right now. Even talking about it. Even....thinking....I...I almost wish I wasn't here. My friends and I did nothing wrong. None of the students did. We went to Semper Fi to learn from the military. Fuck--we wanted to. We want to be heroes! Isn’t that what soldiers are, and always have been? But what happened there...that...they weren’t shooting at criminals trying to harm their people. They weren’t being heroes. They...they weren't shooting at monsters. They were shooting at kids. We’re kids!! We're only fucking kids!!”

“Pretend I didn’t have a Quirk--pretend none of us did, if you have to. I’m fifteen! I have parents and sisters and a brother barely a year old, and I have friends, I play sports. I love bad music, I am a person! And those soldiers wanted to kill me! Wanted to kill everyone just like me! And we’re just kids! What...who in their right mind would think that this was...okay?! Does anybody know who even gave the command for them to attack us? Soldiers, trained fucking soldiers, shooting to kill a bunch of teenagers on a field trip...?”

He was tearing up.

“We...we’re just as human as anyone else...”

He brought his hands – paws – to his face, making a rather poor attempt to hide his crying.

“.....and we still...I still want...to be a hero, and protect people, and do good. Not just to show other mutations like me that it’s...that it’s okay...but...but because I want to. I want to do good. That’s...I can’t...think of a person in this school who doesn’t want that...” His voice warbled. It may have been for the best that the film rapidly faded to black, leaving only his final words.

"...who...doesn't still want it..."

Two seconds of silence, and then more text. Quiet sobbing can be heard.

The Japan Self-Defence Forces and the Japanese government have not given an official statement on Semper Fi.

Half of the text faded out, only to be replaced with another message.

“The Japan Self-Defence Forces and the Japanese government have explained why Japan’s bravest students were almost murdered.”

And again.

“The Japan Self-Defence Forces and the Japanese government have not apologised to Yūei Kōkō’s students for the hell they were put through.”

New text appeared beneath it. A list of phone numbers, emails and social media handles associated with the government and the JSDF. With them, the hashtag #SemperFi. No call to action was given, but perhaps none was necessary. If the viewer felt anything from what they had seen, they knew what to do.

OOC: This post was almost entirely written by Chimera for this thread and I couldn't do his excellent post justice, so check it out!

--- emi's exclusives ---

- episode four: ua unites against the gifted underground-

The channel’s host faded into view – and she did not look pleased. Few had to ask why: The video had been uploaded the morning after the hijack of Tokyo5, which was unlikely to leave anybody’s head in a hurry. “I’m livid.” Emi didn’t quite look it, but none could say that she didn’t look very frustrated. It was a jarring shift from a girl who went out of her way to show a smile, and at worst, filmed herself being mildly annoyed. “Some insane whackjob racists are committing horrible crimes, and they’re so cowardly that they can’t even show their face while they do it. I don’t think I’ll ever run out of words to describe how much I hate what I’ve seen…” She paused, holding a long blink.

In what would be a recurring theme for the video, they held a burning passion, complimenting the words she spoke without fear or hesitation. “And I know I’m not the only one. So I reached out to my fellow students, and asked them for a few words. As much as we’d all love to go out and fight these villains ourselves, we all know that won’t make anything better. That’s not our job, not yet. But we’re still heroes-in-training, and that means we can’t sit and do nothing. We’ll fight them, but not with our fists or our quirks. I hope that together, our words can touch the hearts of Japan.”

The edges of the screen wipe away, changing the aspect ratio from the standard 16:9 to an almost-square 4:3. What followed next was a series of videos. From the varying video quality, mild shakiness and changing backgrounds, the viewer could safely assume that each was from a different student’s phone, taken without much care for the vlogger’s usual standards. To her credit, she spent a great deal of time stabilizing each video and normalising the audio to avoid distracting from the message. A music track, on top of her editing, did a great job of hiding the background noise.



First came a familiar face.

Blue Agate - Pro Hero, UA Teacher: “Do not listen to those Villains Japan. Those hooligans do not speak for me nor my class nor the staff of this establishment. I know I may not be as famous as Darkshine, so my words probably will not reach you. That is alright, because the message should not be sent by me, a professional. But by the heroes of tomorrow, the students of UA.”

A new scene fades in. A pair of students share the screen, close enough to each other to be a couple.

“Hello, my name is Shimizu Haruto.” The video cuts to a few seconds ahead. “My name is Ishihara Chise.” Text labelled them as the Vice President and President of the Support Studies Class, respectively. Then came the other leaders:
1-A Class President. “My name is Kurama Rin-“

1-C Vice President. “Alexander Deraine-“ More students followed, each accompanied by their name and class on-screen. Some were foreign, and most had some distinguishing feature (mostly their strange hair colours), but all of them looked normal. Unmistakably human.

“Ay! This is Lani of Yuuei.” “Yamada Saito.” “Tetsuko Shindou.” “I'm Sean. Sean Mizushima-“ “Rimma Savvaeva Yemelin.”

Compared to what came next, even then seemed mundane. Another student, but this one made no attempt to hide who he was. The only thing paler than his skin was his hair, and his eyes were a both contrast to both – crimson, resting in a dark abyss. “My name is Naoru Kehai.”

“I have decided to make this recording upon the request of a dear schoolmate... And in answer to the broadcasting that I am sure many people have seen already.” He took a deep breath. “My name... might be familiar to a few people who have seen news of what happened at Semper Fi.” The scene changed.

Alex: “Unlike the masked clown over there at the news station right now I was actually at the Semper Fi military camp.”

Tetsuko Shindou: “Many of us... Suffered injustices at Semper Fi. Many of us have suffered discrimination beforehand, and will continue to.”

Chise: “The man in charge of our challenge, Takeshi Kazuhira- He was not right in the head...and neither are the ones who took action at Tokyo5 tonight.”

Rin: “To me, they are nothing more than terrorists, using the Semper Fi tragedy to further divide Japan's population.”

Haruto: “The Semper Fi event was a tragedy-“

Saito: “-but I know it doesn’t justify whatever bullshit he’s trying to stir up.”

Relena Tsuruya: “Misguided hate...that's what this is. A misguided attack led by those who are only fuelled by hatred and malice.””

Robin Engell (Looking away from the camera): “-When you reject with hate, you create an other, a force outside, and you start to see resentment, and division, and envy and you get people on each artificial, arbitrary side committing atrocities in the name of justice-“

Emi: “Which hurts everybody and solves nothing. So us, students of UA, denounce them.”

Tetsuko: “None of us accept these terrorists' so-called justice. We reject their claims of retribution, for they are lawless and unjust. They dared to put themselves forward as though they are fighting for us, but we reject this without question.”

Lani: “They are just another group that thinks they can do whatever they want and hurt other people. But here at this academy, we are heroes.”

Sean: “The difference between us students at Yuuei and those terrorists, is that unlike them, we actually have the best interest of the people at heart.”

Rin Kurama: “Here at Yuuei, we, the students, are trained and taught that anyone innocent deserves protection from injustice. We make no difference between quirk wielders and non-quirkers.”

Naoru: “We are here for quirkers and non-quirkers alike.”

Miku Hanabina: ““We will always protect you and stand beside you.”

Kirk Bluster (who, despite having his voice noticeably softened, passionately yelled into the camera): “I HAVE NO REASON TO HATE THE QUIRKLESS!"
“It would be like hating someone for not playing sports! ...No, like hating someone for lacking an arm! UGH! THERE IS JUST NO POINT TO IT!”

Miku: “We are all humans, nothing more and nothing less.”

Robin: “The only difference between me and you is – is -” He stuttered, “I can heat up a Hot Pocket without a microwave – that’s it, right? I can make my skin really hot.”

Rin: “There is no us and them. All quirk wielders were, at one point, from quirkless families. We are all humans, we are all family. Families stand together in times of crisis.”

Naoru: “The whole school is in an uproar, because we know that this person... this group is wrong. I am sure we are not the only ones feeling this way. Quirkers out there, I ask you all to realize that there are other ways to reach peace. Those without quirks, I ask you all to see that we are not the enemy.”

Rimma: “Do not let the words and actions of self-righteous madmen drive you to becoming criminals yourselves.”

Sean: “They're terrorists, criminals, and villains, and nothing more! Don't listen to any of their nonsense, not even for a second!”

Alex: “Insane people will rally behind anything to justify the awful things that they do. The Nazis thought that the Germans were the next evolution of humanity, too, and spouted a lot of the same nonsense that the sock head at Tokyo Five is spewing right now. Back then, that didn’t mean that all Germans were bad forever.”

Rimma: “What has happened with Tokyo5, and happened time and again throughout history, is not a matter of those with Quirks against those without them. It is criminals, using whatever justifications they can cling to, breaking the law and committing horrible acts at the expense of others. These criminals, male or female, young or old, Quirk or Quirkless, are the people we should be focused on.”

Haruto: “Please, I beg of you who are watching this video. Do not continue this vicious circle. Do not blame the many for the actions of the few. Let the culprits be punished by the law, by the Heroes- Lest we fall into the trap of slaying the innocent, as retribution for the actions of those who are not.”

Robin: “There are shitty humans with guns, and shitty humans with quirks. And the rest of us can come together and fight them both.”

Tetsuko: “We reject the idea that cowards in masks, speaking in voices not their own, could dare to claim they are representatives of a subset of us. That they stand for anything we stand for.”

Rin: “Thus, my message to these terrorists is a simple one. You will not divide us.”

Relena: “We are the future and we will not be dragged through the mud by these cowards and murderers.”

Saito: “No matter how many this dickhead hurts, no matter what he says and what he demands, all y’all gotta remember one super important thing, ‘kay? He. Does not. Speak for us. Ya got that?”

Rin: “These individuals who raided a broadcast station and put a horrifying scene on display do not speak for me-“

Miku: “Those villains do not speak for us-“

Sean: “They may have quirks, but they do NOT speak for everyone with a quirk.”

Alex: “This terrorist doesn’t speak for me, and he doesn’t speak for quirkers.”

The screen splits 5 ways, showing an equal number of students. Narou, Robin, a previously unseen girl with brown hair and green eyes, Relena and Emi speak in unison:
“He does not speak for us.”

The video abruptly cuts to black, and for a second it appears that it is over. Then Tetsuko’s face fades in. “I don't want to end this with a focus on them, so instead, I want to give my sincerest respect to the Pro Heroes and police who will stop these terrorists.”

Sean: “Both of them help keep the peace and keep criminals like those idiots sending that broadcast at bay. Seriously, thank you! We at Yuuei may be training to become the bright heroes of tomorrow, but all of you wonderful police officers and pro heroes are already being bright today!”

Tetsuko: “Godspeed, and give them hell.”

Alex: “While I can’t go out there and try and save the day like a Pro, I can do my part to help as a citizen and as a human being. I’ve posted the link of a fundraiser for the victims of this attack down below, and I encourage everyone to share the hell out of this to get more people’s attention. We can all do a little bit to help the recovery after tragedies like this even as we all wait for the Pros and the police to do their job and get those sick bastards.”

Naoru: “Thank you for listening.”

Miku: “-Everyone stay safe and have a merry Christmas.”

One final fade to black. Only text accompanies the music. A hashtag – #UniteAgainstGiftedUnderground, and a link to the aforementioned fundraiser.

--- emi's exclusives ---

- episode nine: spotlight: the angel of mercy -

The video fades in to show a second-year student. If her short pink hair, adorned by a pair of brown fringes wasn’t enough of a giveaway, then the wings on her back could do the trick. With a wingspan much larger than her own body, covered in roseate feathers, the name Angel almost seemed a bit too on the nose. Judging by the bright lighting and lack of shadows, the director had chosen to play on it anyway. The girl wore a mix between the school’s tracksuit bottoms and a black tank top. Curiously, she was holding a parasol, despite them obviously being indoors.

"Hello guys, gals and non-binary pals! My name is Angelica Sarami or just Angel for short! I'm 15 years old and am in class 1-A here at U.A high.” Eager emerald eyes stared at the camera, making it all the more difficult to miss her hearing aids – almost as big as the eyes and completely covering her ears. “My large fluffy pink wings not only allow me to fly and fight bad guys in the air, but I am also able to harden my feathers and them launch them at my foes for long range attacks!” The video cuts to a shot of the girl, wings fully outstretched, soaring through the sky. Or, as a keen eye might notice, the green screen with some careful editing. As it fades back to the original scene, she continues.

“The world has become a much more scary place. People seem to be getting mad at each other just because someone may look or sound different or may have a quirk while someone else doesn't.”

“I'm here to tell all you lovely listeners at home that no matter how you are feelings or how you were born that you are beautiful and that the Angel of Mercy will be watching over you and I promise that I will do my absolute best to bring peace, love and tolerance to this wonderful world of ours."


A (hopefully) more familiar voice cuts in – that of the self-proclaimed number one reporter. “Alright, I hear what you’re saying. Makes sense to me, but why should the people sitting at home care?“ The question seemed to ignite a passion in Angel, her face and voice shifting from joy to fierce confidence. She placed a hand on her chest, or rather, the broken chain attached to the collar on her neck.

"The quirkless people at home should care because them doing so could make them more of a hero then someone with the physical power to move a mountain! Right now humanity is caught in a cycle of fear, hatred and violence that only the actions of the kind can break. As a child, my mother and I were the victims of a horrible man who I am ashamed to say is my father. He used to beat my mother and put the collar and chain around my neck that you see before you.

You ask me why they should care? I will tell you why and I hope that the one reason is enough. That reason is because next time instead of some winged deaf stranger being abused it could be their quirkless little son, daughter, niece, nephew or grandchild. They should care because their kindness could make them that child or adult's hero that they look up to more, than the pro heroes that currently walk our streets.”

"I'm glad you asked what I plan on doing about the problems of not only our endangered youth both quirk having and quirkless both the youth who unintentionally bring harm to those around them because they don't know how to control or use their quirks during everyday civilian life. As of today I Angelica Surami am announcing my plan to use the money I make as a pro hero once I graduate to fund a series of youth centres and shelters that not only will focus helping our next generation away from the harmful environments they find themselves in, but also on learning how to refine and nurture their quirks or skills they need to thrive in normal everyday life all in an environment that promotes bonding, togetherness and cooperation between those with quirks and those without."

"The name of this brand-new organization shall be called The Oasis! It will be completely run by volunteers to further bridge the gap of separation between the quirkers and the quirkless. Super powers or not we are all must share this world and what better way to start then to give the next generation a place where they can get ready to help shape it?"

A pause lets Angel’s declaration sink in before Emi chimes in again. “Alright, Angel-chan, I think that’s all we have time for. Thanks again for your introduction! Any last words?”

The eager smile returned. “The first is even if you don't have a quirk you can be someone's personal hero just by being their for them and striving to do what's right and true! The second is that no matter how dark the world may seem to get the Angel of Mercy will always be watching over you ready to shine a little light and keep you safe! I hope you all enjoy the sports festival and I'll see you next time!"

The video ends on an elegant pose of the girl. Legs crossed, wings outstretched, and her parasol activated to reveal the rapier hidden within. Graceful, but far from vulnerable – a stance befitting of such a girl.

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