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Post by Epsilon on Jan 8, 2019 17:19:34 GMT -4
The destination of the day’s combat lesson had once been part of an abandoned theme park. Kazuhiro Kurosawa, better known as Geist, in his endless quest to find new and exciting places to host his lessons had pulled some strings to claim the park’s remains. The area was an odd fusion of an old cowboy town and a post-apocalyptic wasteland. All attractions had been removed, leaving only dilapidated wooden buildings in the shadow of fake canyon scenery. In its heyday, this part of the park had had a retro-futuristic theme, but now the rusted, worn look of it all gave it an apocalyptic vibe. Bits and pieces of scrap metal lay strewn across the ground. Geist had seen fit to dub the area 'Junkertown' and thus scrawled it in several places. Geist stood in front of a barn with his hands on his hips. Lined up in front of him were the eight students who had applied for this lesson, hopefully wearing their hero costumes if they had them. Beside him was what looked like an open top hovercraft fixed to a rollercoaster track that wound through the buildings. The craft seated ten mannequins, all of which wore elaborate outfits; one was in a rainbow-patterned suit, another in a schoolgirl uniform and one was even wearing a pirate getup, just for starters. Geist cleared his throat and let out a powerful commanding cry; “Let’s get down to business!” He held an arm out towards the cart. “You see before you a cart full of mannequins!” He picked up one of the mannequins, one wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a funky afro and sunglasses. “To one team, these mannequins are innocents who must be escorted and protected from attacking villains!” Behind him his shadow shifted and suddenly rose up off the ground into the shape of a solid black doppelganger. “To the other team, however, these mannequins are hostages who must be rescued from the clutches of dastardly kidnappers! It’s all about perspective.” His shadow raised its arms and lunged towards him, but he backhanded it in the face without so much as a glance and sent it stumbling away. “So, that’s what we’re doing here.” He put the mannequin back in the cart. “Shadow, give them their bands!” His shadow staggered back over to him and reached into his coat. It pulled out eight headbands: four red and four blue, which it promptly tossed towards the students. Geist clapped his hands and a projector hidden inside a nearby rock beamed an image of the area map into the air. At the same time, another rock beamed a projection of the game’s rules. “Blue Team, you are the defenders. You’ll begin from inside that there barn. Red Team, you are the attackers. You’ll begin from inside a cave on the other side of this zone. This arena is divided into three zones, you see! The cart will travel between each. When it reaches a checkpoint, we move onto the next zone. You will not be able to enter the next zone until the cart reaches the checkpoint; all entrances to the next zone will be closed until then! Located in each zone is an ‘extraction point’. Red Team, your mission is to get the mannequins you take to this point. Blue Team, you can take the mannequins back, but only before they reach the extraction point! After they they’re lost to you. Whichever team has the most mannequins is victorious!” With these final words, he struck a pose with both arms raised dramatically into the air. “Now what are you waiting for? Get to your starting positions! Remember to treat this like a real hero mission and refer to each other by your heroic codenames, and don't take your bands off! Let’s see what you’re made of!” --- Full arena map:
Full image here, strongly recommend you give it a look because it is super detailed! Ignore the actual game's key except for the Payload Path. All buildings shown on the map are completely empty. Red Team begin from inside a small circular cave that is not shown on the map (the line points to the entrance). Extraction points in the actual game are neon red circles the Red Team must place the mannequins inside.
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---Rules1. Players get ONE ROUND of posts in which their characters make their way to their starting points. This round can be used to introduce yourselves to each other and discuss strategy. After this, Geist will post to begin the game.2. When the cart passes a checkpoint, the gates to the next zone will open. It will NOT be possible to access the next zone in any way until the checkpoint is passed; all accesses shown on the map will be sealed until then. Once everyone has moved onto the next zone, the previous zone becomes inaccessible. It will take a total of FOUR ROUNDS for the cart to clear a zone. Each time the checkpoint is passed Geist will post to move the game to the next zone.3. Stolen mannequins can be recovered by the defending team, but once brought to an extraction point this will no longer be possible!4. If more than five mannequins are successfully extracted from the cart, the game will end.
5. You can wear your coloured bands anywhere you want as long as they are visible and you do not remove them. Red Team (Attackers) Kirk Bluster Risaka Reinacht Feng "Fei" Yao
Blue Team (Defenders) Jasmine Noir @eris Farrah di Prima
Post order: Jasmine Noir (Dauwz) -> Farrah di Prima (Aim) -> Feng Yao (Ult) -> Arisu Disukodo (Eris) -> Kirk Bluster (Rubber) -> Risaka Reinacht (Risaka)
Players have 48 hours to make their post or they will be skipped. If you want to extend your posting time DM me on Discord (Epsilon#4699).
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 19:26:32 GMT -4
Baby's First Combat Exercise Rimma, unfortunately, did not yet have a hero costume - and while she now had an idea of what to do for one in terms of aesthetics and functions thanks to discussing it over the school chatroom, she did not actually have a means to have it ready in time for today's lesson. So, rather than panic and try to throw something together in some frantic attempt to dress herself up the Russian girl took the much more pragmatic option. That being, to simply show up wearing the school's track uniform.
Simple sneakers on her feet, fresh and unworn with no signs of wear or tear to them, Rimma stood attentively beside her classmates - some temporary for the day and others members of her homeroom. Arms lightly folded across her torso, she tried to resist the urge to shiver. Normally, she would be wearing at least five coats, but all she brought with her in an effort to keep warm today was the fluffy white scarf around her neck and the knitted cap atop her head.
As the bands were tossed out, Rimma took a moment to consider how to wear hers. Settling for simplicity, she slipped the red band that matched her hair over her right arm - all the way up to the forearm. When the teacher started explaining roles, Rimma's brow furrowed, lips pursing and cheeks puffing out in deep thought.
Although to any who might glance her way, it would likely seem more like the short and slender girl was pouting. In truth, she was trying to think of how she would best aid her teammates - flicking her gray-blue eyes over to the ones who *also* had red bands - in the training exercise that was being described to them. Confident in herself though she was, she was also aware of her strengths and weaknesses... So, in her mind, it was best to put herself into a supportive role more than a directly offensive one for the time being.
Mulling the matter over swiftly came to an end as the teacher struck a pose and announced the start of the mission - along with a few reminders. Staring at the map for a moment longer, she confirmed where to go before quickly starting off towards the red team's starting area. Walking at a quick pace, breath coming out in visible frosty puffs, she glanced to her teammates before speaking up.
"My hero name is Flurry - just as a reminder, and forgive me if this sounds rude but I do not remember what yours are if I have heard them before." She flashed a slightly sheepish smile at that, before her expression and tone turned more serious. "My Quirk allows me to breathe cold air, and I can make a smokescreen effect - albeit with snow. I do not have much in the way of physical ability at present, but that should prove useful enough, no?"
If any of them replied in turn, Rimma would listen intently on the way to the starting point. Once they were finally there, she would take what little time they had left to compose herself and settle the small amount of anxiety that was nagging at the pit of her stomach. She felt ill prepared, but that was what training was for - to prepare her for things like this.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 21:52:13 GMT -4
It was rare for Alex to put forth the effort into actually putting on his hero suit for these things but seeing that Risaka was on the list made him actually go out and do it. Yojin had really outdone himself with this one, too, and he was finally starting to get completely used to running around in it because of his own training outside of these classes. The last thing he wanted was to go through all the awkward stumbles and losses of balance in front of people, so he just did them by himself at Ground Alpha while he set up shit for Hero Operations. Multi-layer metal alloy on the outside, with a refractive coating covering it that could disperse heat-based attacks as well to shore up the weakness of metal in that regard. The layer immediately underneath of that was a thick, black armored up body suit that was meant to catch piercing attacks that managed to get through that thinner outer layer before they hit anything vital. The innermost part was the coolest, though, being a gel layer at the very end. The back end of this body suit consists of a gel layer that controls temperature and can re-actively change its density. In other words, the gel layer protects against bludgeoning attacks by absorbing force that may otherwise smash bones as well as providing limited protection from temperature-based attacks in addition to the refractive coating on the outside. It also acts as a limited conductivity zone, preventing the brunt of most electrical strikes from bypassing the durability provided by the armor layers themselves. The instructions were clear enough, and soon they were off to the races. The blue headband was tied firmly around the delinquent’s neck, and he went off with his team in the direction of the cart. It was inside of a barn, which would’ve been a perfect fighting spot if it wasn’t at the literal beginning of the course. All those shadows would be so fun to play around with, but alas it just wasn’t meant to be. ”All right, let’s get to it.” he started as soon as they were out of earshot of the other team, going over what he knew about the other team’s quirks immediately. The blue visor hid the boy’s red gaze, but the movement on it when he looked to each of his teammates was clear enough. ”Kirk, the big muscular guy with all the sports balls is a mutation. His quirk is a fleshy sack on his back that he will try to turn around and use as a shield. It also carries a whole bunch of crap in it, like a particularly weird backpack. He’s tough and loud, but he’s not the biggest threat. I’ll try to kneecap him when he comes in so he’s limping, after that it’ll probably be up to you guys.” there was a slight pause as the blue visor gazed upon each of his teammates in turn, largely to size each of them up. ”Risaka, the black and white girl is the biggest threat. Her quirk is a transformation type, so she sucks color like a fucking vampire and turns super strong for a bit. She gets toughness, speed, and strength and will run at you like a bat out of hell. I’m going to be focusing on keeping her down. Avoid her getting close to you at all costs and you should be fine.” that was a warning, and not one he was too keen on repeating over and over. The girl was definitely in contention for top five most powerful students at U.A., and he wasn’t about to take her lightly because of it. He had seen first hand what she could do under pressure, and to be honest? He wasn’t looking forward to being on the receiving end of that. ”Don’t have a fuckin’ clue about the other two. We’ll figure that out as we go, if you’re having trouble just holler out and I’ll do my best to support. If any of you have light generation quirks, please stay the hell away from me when this gets rolling. If any of them have light generation quirks, if you keep them away from me I can help you from range. If we can last until the end of Risaka’s transformation, we win. If she charges at any of you, please move so that she’s the one facing towards me, so I can assist without hitting you by accident. My quirk can smash metal and has a bonus of frostbite and hypothermia when you get hit by it, so believe me when I say you do not want to get hit by it.”You could almost hear the cocky grin in his voice when he said that last part. It seemed at least one member of blue team wasn’t exactly lacking in the confidence department. C rank quirk C rank durability F rank stamina F rank martial arts F rank burn F rank fever
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jan 9, 2019 1:28:22 GMT -4
((Angel has E rank Speech Bubbles quirk, F rank breathing exercises combat ability, and F rank drumming))
Up to this point school had been a flight of Fancy for Farrah: meeting the Support Studies class she'd be sharing her time with, meeting new gal pals, almost falling out of a third story window, fun stuff that anybody would enjoy. Finally, the time had come to dig her feet in and get to the support part of support studies- rescue operations, in this case. In this, her first class, she recognized that she would be put to the test as a fledgling hero. It was a bit of a tall order, considering she had experienced next to no hero-curriculum material so far, having just transferred to UA in Japan from an ordinary school in California across the sea.
As she made her way to the testing grounds, there was already plenty to take in, before the action had started or quirks started flying. This "Junkertown" was an interesting venue to be sure... It looked, even with recent renovations, the place was one inspection away from being condemned, or one quirk-generated explosion away from falling in on itself. This, of course, excited Farrah, as most things did. "I smell danger in the air! Students, beware!" she spoke to herself, seeing as she had yet to run into others to share her poetry with. She wasn't alone for long, though; soon enough, she assembled with the others in front of their teacher. This one was clearly outfitted more as a combat teacher than a support studies one, based on his gear.
Farrah had come dressed in her tailored hero suit, which included a black, leather jacket, form-fitting, except where the shoulders were stuffed, creating angled peaks, the height of her chin. Gleaming black belts lined the eye-catching chest of her outfit. The lower body was, by comparison, understated, with slim black slacks and round-toed shoes. Her hairdo, enigmatic in its mix of carefully combed top and erratically loose ponytail ends, was topped with her signature black cap, making her appear ever the artiste. Her sunglasses, angular and fully obscuring her eyes, made her, by comparison, look ever the weirdo. She was not self-conscious of this fact as she approached the others, clasping her hands together and hitting a high note. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-hello, my groovy classmates! Students of law, future greats! Let's give it the gas and don't hit the brakes!" she greeted them, tilting her sunglasses down for a moment to wink at each of them.
As she did, she recognized two familiar figures. "Angel! Baby! And Rimma too! Who woulda thought I'd bump into you? We're gonna turn this contest on its head! Our opponents are gonna wish they'd stayed in bed-!" she rambled on, before she finally realized that the teacher would probably like to talk. She hushed up to listen to what he had to say. "Hm, look at those clothes! These civvies are fly! I wouldn't mind dressin' up like that guy!" she momentarily spoke back up, pointing at the one with the pirate hat. "I like this setup! Art is about perspective! That guy in the mask is super perceptive." Farrah crossed her arms and nodded approvingly.
Without thinking about it too much, Farrah accepted her headband eagerly, then began to wrap it around her neck like a kerchief instead of putting it the obvious place. "Blue's not my color, but I'll take it this once. It's too early to wear the cap of the dunce," she agreed, then felt a vaguely ominous feeling growing as she looked around. Angel and Rimma, who she'd planned to tear up the Junkertown with, had ended up flying the enemy flag! "Oh, wow! This situation stretches conception! This profound oddity simply begs my rejection! My favorite sweet gal pal and a fellow caroler, kind! Will serve as foes and my hostages bind?!" Farrah gasped, pressing one fist to her forehead and tilting her head upward, with trembling lips. For a moment, it seemed like she was genuinely upset... before she turned her head down and grinned. "An excellent opportunity for you to stretch your wings! But let's see how you'll fare when this songbird sings!" she taunted her new girlfriend, posing confidently with one hand outstretched.
Soon, the time for gabbing at the opponents was over. Farrah had very limited time with which to form a strategy with the unknowns who made up her team... and they really were unknowns. Not a single face was familiar from support studies or from her time around campus so far. "To the barn, my chickadees! Amongst the hay, we'll form an excellent group strateg-ay," she rallied the others, pointing towards the same spot Geist had already indicated. Thankfully, one of her teammates was giving her a fast-paced crash-course. She recalled to mind the two besides Angel and Rimma that she'd see on the other team, so she could match appearances to his descriptions. Ironically, she now had a pretty good mental profile of the whole enemy team built now, while she didn't even know the name of the one speaking to her. What she'd learned about his quirk was a grab-bag too: she knew that he had some sort of cold based power that didn't take well to light, but the specifics were a mystery.
Now, the tough question: would Farrah sell out Angel powers to the others, or keep them a mystery for the sake of their friendship? She made her choice quickly. After all, everyone in Farrah's team was just a future friend, and teammates give every advantage available to one another. What was more worrisome to her was the concept that anyone was going to have to get kneecapped in this exercise, but she tried not to show her concern at that aspect. "The winged one is Angel, her power is wondrous flight! As an attacker, it will fit this just right. She can swoop from above and capture our people, should our stratagems prove too feeble," she explained. There was probably more to Angel's power than that, but that was the only part she'd committed to memory. "... I guess you'd probably already figured that one out. I don't have a lot of extra intel for this bout. Er, she's a gentle soul, so perhaps let's not be too rough? Not that I doubt she's made of stern stuff! I mean, I want to win, that is a given! But let's not send anyone to hero heaven...Our focus is defense! Fighting is secondary! We can defend and protect, if we are wary."
Perhaps not the most inspiring speech, especially not meshed with Alex's warning how undesirable it would be to allow either Kirk or Risaka to get close; the others might well be wondering what they'd do if those two got into range. Farrah ought to be thinking about it most of all, but she figured she'd improvise. "My name is Pop Poet, and my power spells trouble! I capture my words and amplify them in bubbles! I can disorient our foes and all their plans squander! Without direction they'll bumble and aimlessly wander. My bubbles will pop and deafen their ears, which should help assuage certain fears, as to how their plans will next unfold, or whatever other info they would have told. If you end up at long distance, never you fret! My voice can reach and inform you yet," she finished her introduction to the others, blowing a black bubble out into the air above herself to demonstrate what she meant. It popped, though too far back to hear what she had said. There was no point wearing her throat out with extra volume just yet, after all.
"As for hand to hand, I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover. I'll be pulverized if I don't run for cover! I'm support studies, so rescue should be my business! But when it comes to fighting, well, my heart's not in it..." she admitted, still smiling despite how disheartening that information would probably come across to Alex and others. Getting all of that intel out would probably take the full trek over to their barnyard, so others would need to interrupt and get words in where they could. On that note, there were still two cute girls in her group, who hopefully would be as eager to introduce themselves as Farrah had been.
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on Jan 9, 2019 14:27:23 GMT -4
Feng was eager to get some combat training done after the arduous move to her new home. She hasn’t made any friends at UA yet and this lesson can is the perfect opportunity to meet some new faces and hopefully some new friends. The only friend she has made while in this country is a weird dragon man and rest of her friends are back in the states whom she talks to regularly on the weekends.
She signed up for the lesson with the aim to improve and understand the use of her quirk in a group combat situation. Well, she was like that at first then the realization hit her that she must work with her classmates and she barely knows a thing about any of them. Though the instructor is rather...interesting. But she'll get used to seeing odd people in this city.
She's also nervous about the hero outfit requirement and she hadn’t thought up a design yet. The only thing in her mind is the name and the functionality she wants in suit, less of the actual design. Swallowing her nervousness, she went in her standard martial arts outfit. A bright red outfit with a dragon design embroidered onto the back of the top with yellow cuffs at the end of the long sleeves, paired with running shoes that she normally wears. No bells or whistles of a hero outfit she has seen from her fellow classmates, all cloth but she will make up for it with her quirk use when necessary. But its better than nothing and she is set on doing her best on this lesson. Many thoughts go through her head as she tied her blue band around her wrist. It also seems that the others are already acquainted with each other, making this introduction difficult on Feng as she doesn’t know how to introduce herself properly. She keeps a stoic look and takes a few deep breathes before going to the others and introducing herself to her fellow teammates.
“My name is Feng Yao, hero name is Typhoon Dragoon.” She says clearly and calmly
“My quirk allows me to store and release great amounts of energy through my legs, I do not know if my quirk is useful in this kind of exercise” She explains to the others, as she tries to hold back her nervousness in her tone. Her teammates look rather capable, though looks can be deceiving but she will see in the midst of battle.
She stretches and warms up before the exercise begins and she looks out to the mock town the lesson is taking place in. A flood of thoughts began to go through her head as the instructor’s words go through her head and she wonders what she can do and wonders what the other team can do. After a few minutes of thought, she puts those doubts away and says to herself that she’ll do what she can in this
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 16:40:37 GMT -4
--- ARISU --- -better than watching paint dry- It was embarrassingly difficult not to follow up Geist's opening line with one of Arisu's own, but rather than break out in ill-timed Disney showtunes, she just hummed the next few bars of Make A Man Out Of You, instead, hands clasped behind her back to keep up the appearance of being less anxious than she really was. The explanation got her full attention, ending when headbands were distributed by Geist. Hers not only stood out against her scarlet outfit, but... was the opposite color from every single person present she knew. Her shoulders immediately slumped, but it didn't last long- a moment later, she took a deep breath, puffed out her chest, and waved cheerfully towards Angel and Rimma as she moved to join her team, tying the headband around her throat overtop the dark scarf already there. "Hi, everybody. I just transferred here this weekend, you can call me Firewall. And from what we were told... our fail condition is losing more than 5 mannequins." Arisu spoke up firmly as she could as she moved over by the others. "If they take four or less, we win. Five, we tie- six, and we lose. So we need to keep that in mind. We have to be mindful of the bulk of our protectorate- we can't let ourselves get distracted from protecting the bulk of the civilians just to save one, for instance."As the others shared their abilities and thoughts on the group they were facing, Firewall nodded, paying close attention. The sole male had info on half the team, Pop Poet knew what Angel could do, mostly, and Typhoon Dragon was worried she might not have skills applicable to this test. Firewall snorted and flashed a bold grin, throwing a thumbs up at Typhoon immediately. "You might be exactly the trump card we need, actually. We can expect Angel to try to use her maneuverability to snag dummies, probably while Risaka rushes us and tries to force us to deal with her instead of protect the bystanders. Can you jump up high enough to get airlifted captives back? If not, we could definitely still use your power to turn back anyone that gets close to the civilians.""There's a little more to Angel's power. I've seen her shoot those feathers through rocks before, and she's a competent brawler, too, so expect her to stay threatening at all ranges. And while I don't know much about how Rimma- the girl in the hat and scarf- is in a fight, I know she has a cold quirk she uses with her breath. She might be able to freeze us in place, so it'll be important to stay near the cart and the others so that if someone gets frozen, they can get free fast.""My quirk's called Antipyre. I shoot stuff that looks like fire but it doesn't hurt, it destroys energy. Makes people tired and weakens molecular bonds- so it can smother fire and break down solid objects, for instance. You'll have to smack the ice after I weaken it, but it should be way easier to free yourself if I help out. I don't think any of them have the sort of quirks that you're worried about, dude," she said to Alex, "So I think you'll be alright as far as that goes... though, yuh. What's your hero name? I don't know what to call you.
"I'll try to stay in or near the cart to throw blackfire around and keep people at bay. The more hits they take from me, the less energy they're gonna have to keep engaged, though I kinda wonder..." Firewall leaned in conspiratorially. "Geist told us to keep our bands on. What happens if we take or scorch theirs off? Think they might get disqualified?" She murmured this quietly, meant for her team only- though she was pretty sure they'd gotten more than far enough away to avoid any eaves dropping. "Anyone I hit once or twice will probably have the band weak enough to rip in two with barely any effort." WORD COUNT: 860 TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ BOTE & THQ
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jan 9, 2019 18:20:52 GMT -4
Another day, another training session. Kirk had always preferred these classes to theory ones. He had learned a long time ago, that he tended to learn things way better by actually doing them compared to being lectured about how to do them. Besides, training was pretty much just an overall workout session, and with his fighting style, they sometimes turned into sport games in their own right. Geists classes especially tended to become quite hectic. Kirk couldn't really get into his head about where he got all of these crazy ideas for exercises, but they usually blew him away! Heck, one of the things that confused him immensely, was how the school was very ready to provide cash for all these different arenas to fight in! Just seeing the newest arena he had gotten had him looking at it from all sorts of angles, trying to make sense of it! "...Dunno why but this place makes me wanna go YEEHAW!" It really was some sort of cowboy town made out of trash metal... That might have actually explained how this place came about...
He couldn't help but scratch his hero suit. Now, compared to others, it was VERY simple. Pretty much a simple sweatsuit with little elbow-, knee- and shoulderguards, protective gloves and his classic shoes, albeit color coded to match the rest of the aesthetic. However, those weren't the main attraction. Two grips, one red and one white, poked out of his pouch, and a row of tennis and baseballs were strewn across his chest like a bunch of ammunition... He had never been the sort to hide his specialization, since he was proud of it. And his family knew it. Part of the reason why this had been his birthday present. His grandpa still tells about how he almost went even more deaf from his excited shout upon that realization.
...However, with his Grandpa having told him how much he hates being in Japan, there was a little bit of a different sort of determination bursting inside Kirk. Instead of being kind of lax about the exercise, his head was more concentrated in the game than ever. Almost like he was in front of cameras... There was this intense need of showing his worth, showing that he deserved to be here... And what better way to show that, than the first proper big lesson of the year for him?! He listened intently to Geist, nodding to every single part of his his little diagrams, even if he didn't understand some of them in the least, all whilst strapping the red scarf onto his thigh. Heck, the greatest showing of his pure testosterone filled determination, was that when he saw that Risaka was on his team, he didn't have even one sweatdrop of worry. "So take the people in the cart into the pick-up house! GOT IT!" He determinantly pumped his fist into the air, as he squatted for a warmup, his leg muscles bulging in answer, before starting a slow paced jog towards the red corner.
He looked at his team in consideration... looked to be very physical. Besides Rimma, whose quirk was apparently breathing cold air on enemies. "Well, we might lack range but... We sure as heck beat em, if we can get close enough!" classic simple positive thing, but with bluster. "My quirks a pouch. Takes hits, and I can carry stuff in it. Enough said!" And pretty much as compact explanation of his quirk. "I dunno what the other peeps quirks are about but... my dude Alex there controls shadows! Well, creates shadow stuff!" You could see that he wasn't exactly the smartest guy when it came to explaining. that or it was just the fact that he considered Alex bro enough not to go telling TOO much about his powers. He had to keep it fair after all. "Whatever he can do with that though... I ain't got no clue! Been a while since I've worked with him you know!"
"BUT!" He hopped from the latest of his squats straight up with his index finger pointing in the very same direction! "Like I said, we've got MUSCLE! Risaka over there can throw me like a ragdoll with the right colors! And I can pitch a ball so hard it feels like an outright bullet!" He pulled out his bat too as he gave a lax tryout swing. "And batting a thousand is right in my muscle memory!" He... "Sheathed" his bat back into his pouch, placing his arms down onto his hip.
Then, he gave a little size up glare in Rimmas direction. "...I could technically carry you in the pouch too propably. Albeit that might make the whole 'grabbing civilians' part a bit harder." He poked at his forehead... Like he was in actual thought about something for once.
Abilities at sign up!
D rank quirk, involving a D rank durability pouch with D-rank strength E rank sports item usage E rank sports item bundle F rank speed F rank baseball mundane
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""Angel of Mercy""
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Post by Angel Surami on Jan 10, 2019 2:47:48 GMT -4
| A ngel was so excited! Not only was this her very first combat class team excercise that she got to sign up for,but it was also the debut of her hero suit which she called "Angelic suit Alpha"! It consisted of a white flexible metal type substance that covered Angel's torso,arms and back with extra padding in between her shoulder blades where the two large wing holes were stationed so that the base of the wing bones were protected. attached to the hip sections of the torso were three thick but light strips on each side to keep her sides protected. Under the white armor was a two piece body suit of orange and black color that hugged her skin and curves tightly, around the base of her neck was a thick collar which her broken chained slave collar rested upon. To finish off the suit were knee high light metal boots, elegant flaps of cloth to cover her backside and front and a beautiful gold colored halo which she hooked to the base of her hair so that it looked as if it was connected to her hearing aids. Once Angel had finished suiting up she quickly took to the air and followed the instructions she was given to the meeting place known as Junk town where she found her elegantly dressed but still intimidating yet funny teacher Giest standing by a cart filled with Maniquins all dressed in different outfits! This sight made Angel question exactly the objective was,but before she could ask any questions the rest of students who had signed up began to arrive including her beautiful songstress girlfriend Farrah and her super smart friend Sue! Angel couldn't help but blush as Farrah greeted her. She wanted to quickly run over to her love and plant a kiss upon her lips but knew that she had to remained focused so she just gave Farrah a gentle smile and a wink. "Hey my beautiful song bird."As the group of students finished arriving Angel made sure to make note of the two individuals that she knew at least something about quirk wise being Farrah and to a lesser extent Sue and hoped that she could snag them for her team but those hopes were quickly dashed as her teacher began to speak and explain that it was the job of the red team to try and steal the plastic people and take them to drop off zones and the job of the blue team to try and fight them off. The mission seemed fairly simple on both sides,and in Angel's mind it would all come down to team work and how they used the zones provided. "Alright! Seems simple enough and hey if we get to square off at some point it's all the more exciting!"As Angel cheered excitedly she felt her heart sink as the headbands were passed out by her teacher's sentient shadow which upon seeing that she had a red band and the two people who she knew how to strategist with had blue which completely sank the plan of attack she was beginning to come up with. It seemed that she would have to improvise! As she map of the area's and drop offs came up Angel quickly jumped into the air and used her wings to keep her aloft. Most of the field seemed pretty open except for the C zone which meant that if she was going to be of any use in winning the challenge she would have to win before zone C became a factor! Once Mr.Giest told the class to go to their starting positions Angel looked down at the three other members of her team and gave them a confident grin before flying above them slowly so they could go to their cave together. As she flew she heard one of her team mate's name themselves as Flurry and remembered how Farrah had called her Rimma. Angel listened intently as Flurry explained the nature of her quirk. She could breath cold air which could make a smoke screen. As Flurry asked if that proved useful Angel nodded down at her and then stuck down an arm making a thumbs up. "That's super useful! It could help us get the drop on the other team."As her team grew closer to their cave Angel listened to her team mate who seemed to be wearing various sport supplies talk about his quirk being a pouch which could take hits as well as carry things. She then listened to him explain about one of the members of the other teamed named Alex who could control Shadows. It seemed that if her team was going to have a chance at winning she would not only have to share her friend and lover's secrets but also her own. As she listened to her male team mate explain how they had strength on their side Angel nodded down at him. "I do agree that we have strength friend,but that's not all we have! They call me Angel by the way for obvious reasons! My quirk not only allows me to fly,but I can also shoot my feathers which turn into stone like projectiles so I can keep my foes at a distance. I also have some sword and hand to hand combat experience through personal training."As her team reached their starting point Angel touched down to the ground and rested her wings flat against her back and then crossed her arms. She then looked at the two members of her team that had spoken up as well as the mysterious Risaka. She had been listening intently and had begun to form a plan in her head. "If I may,I think I have a plan. You see I have experience with both Arisu's and Farrah's quirks. Farrah is able to create physical speech bubbles to act as not only defensive shields,but also offensive weapons because when they pop they release the words that had been said. The louder the words the bigger the bubbles. As for Arisu I'm not entirely sure how her quirk works but I do know that it involves draining energy from things and creating some sort of flame looking substance. Considering what you two have told me about your quirks combined with my own quirk I think I have a way of accomplishing our mission without actually having to get in a physical fight."Angel smiled gently at her team while putting her headband around her forehead. She then pointed at Flurry with a gentle gesture first and gave her a confident smile. "Flurry if it's possible I think you could use your quirk to create a cold fog around the area so that not only will Farrah had a hard time speaking and Arisu might have a hard time getting the energy she needs for her quirk,but while the fog is covering the area I can fly down and steal up to two maniquins depending on how heavy they are."Once Angel explained their stealth option she pointed over toward Kirk with a big grin on her face. "Your quirk is super useful! Like you said you could carry Rimma which would mean we would have moving cover so that we could run this as a stealth op. Failing that you could help me with the plastic citizens,or if a fight break out you could help hold off your friend along with Risaka if she's feeling up to it."This last part was the part she was not looking forward too. Up to this point Angel had only shared her secret deformity and disability with only a couple students who she was close friends with and the schools faculty because she had promised they would keep her secret but if she was going to ask her team to trust her plan she would have to trust them with her weakness. Angel just gently touched the two silver hearing aids that sat in the place where her ears were supposed to be. "Sadly unless we can take Farrah and Arisu off the board I won't be much help in a head to head fight. These silver things I wear on my head aren't just for show. They are actually hearing aids that I have to wear because I was born without ears or eardrums so without them I'm completely deaf. They are a bit of hindrance in battle because a strong enough sound can short them out or if the energy gets drained in them I won't be able to hear and I'll lose my ability to balance and fly. Farrah's and Arisu's quirks can take me out if I get to close. I have another problem too, if the challenge goes on for too long and we reach zone C I won't be able to fly because it's such a closed in space and I won't be able to spread my wings."With her admission made Angel finally looked to Risaka a bit nervous. "Do you have any ideas to add to my plan or do you have a better one?"Abilities at sign up
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Jan 10, 2019 15:16:26 GMT -4
RISAKA REINACHTU.A Student / Miss Gray
''Everyday I ask myself if I even should bother'' words 785 • tagged @ • notes | Whatever brought Risaka to this combat lesson was more or less her own lack of things to do with how good her studies go. She felt she could do alot more, but with a lazy nature she never really got up to do it, she has been Rescue lessons and ordinary training sessions. But despite her lack of combat training she has been out in the real field, defeating men that desired to murder her along with other students. Taking all of this into a perspective she didn't feel any overwhelming feeling from this upcoming lesson, she had the usual bored expression with the hint of hostile attitude behind those pale grey eyes of hers. That with her outfit spoke alot of her despite not actually showing a lot. Knee reaching coat with a dark shade of grey, tight leggings and a pair of heavy boots meant for rough terrain. Her sleeves was rolled up to her elbows and wore skintight gloves. With a simple appearance she didn't really stand out, at least when it comes to fashion. She also wore a single hairpin that held her bangs to the left. She didn't require alot to be prepared, she believed less is more.
'Yes yes, whatever mystery guy, no need to explain such a childlike set up' she thought to herself during Geist's introduction and input. Once in a whole she gazed around instead of listening, what a muck of a town, rotten down and extremely fragile, but a perfect place to come from literally anywhere, this was a good place for her to make all the ambushes she needed.
She darted her sight back to Geist when the bands got tossed. Snatching it mid air she only gave it a frown. 'So much for telling I'm at the red team, the colour will be gone or mixed with other shades in matter of minues'. Shaking the complaints out of her head she casually strapped the band around her left arm and exhaled softly when told to get to the starting spot. On the way there, she noticed a rather unsightly individual. It was that meathead again, why does she keep ending up on the same team or session with him? At very least she didn't end up with both him and Alex like previous lesson they had, but it might become even mroe annoying when they are on the opposite side. She wanted to kick them both for just... being there, not really a good thing to do, she was aware, she was wise enough to think twice. But the many tactics going through her head on the way down to the starting spot began to bloom into several paths of bothersome scenarios, she really do not wanna get blocked by Alex at every attempt.
Listening to the rest on her group honestly only annoyed her, but only when Kirk spoke did it give her an anger mark. Hearing compliments from him was way worse than genuine insults from strangers, he spoke as if he knew her. ''God, just be quiet meathead..'' She spoke in a low tone, not wanting him to exactly respond back because she frankly did not wanna converse with him at all. But he was right at one thing, she -could- toss pretty much anyone, even someone as big as him, but what good would that do when the tossed one will only get hurt upon impact? Not that she worried, if he genuinely asked her to throw him she would, same goal, different intention.
She didn't share her own ideas with the rest, as of right now she only saw good outcomes if she handled her own objectives, but then being asked by the girl with wings made Risaka to lower her eyelids a bit, giving the angel an adult look. ''Even if you knew them you guys wouldn't be able to interact, not if you wanna get caught in the fire... but now that I think about it, I actually might want one thing from you all..'' Turning her front to the three others she crossed her arms, and for once not giving the purely hostile look, but a look with determination. ''None of you can handle Alex's persitance, he's annoying and won't let his pride get hurt with a defeat, he has to be taken down by force, I'll keep him in check, and when the time comes I will take the chance to assist you, I didn't see any armor or heavy wear on the rest of the enemy team, it seems only Alex was smart enough to equip some.''
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Post by Epsilon on Jan 10, 2019 15:45:13 GMT -4
As the teams made their way to their designated spots, Geist retreated into one of the buildings (not the same one the extraction point was in) and opened a locked door on its top floor into a secret room. Within this room a wall of monitors displayed every nook and cranny of the course with a panel of buttons below them.
Geist settled himself in a seat before this display. So far, so good; he could hear the discussions of strategy and Quirks clearly (very clearly, in Kirk Bluster’s case). He was particularly impressed with how detailed Alexander Deraine and Angelica Surami were in their plans.
There were some things that made him raise his eyebrows, however; Alexander Deraine’s comment about kneecapping Kirk Bluster, Arisu Disukodo bringing up the possibility of removing their opposing teams’ bands to disqualify them and Risaka Reinacht’s generally surly attitude. The last one he could not do much about until the end of the exercise, sadly, but for the rest he leaned towards a microphone on the controls in front of him. His powerful voice rang out across the tannoy system and echoed over the area:
“Before we start there’s a little something I want to clarify: destroying your opponents’ bands or taking them off your opponents will not disqualify them or end the game. I also want to remind you kids that, yes, this is a combat lesson, but try not to maim or cripple each other! I don’t want to have to send you to the nurse’s office in pieces!” She’d seriously kick my ass after what happened in king of the hill... “And finally, hero names! Remember to use ‘em!”
There. Geist sat back, hoping these words would have gotten through to the kids. They were being evaluated not just on their tactics, combat prowess and teamwork, but also on how they behaved as heroes.
He pressed a large red button on the controls and at once a thunderous horn blared across the arena. The cart full of mannequins began to move.
The game was on.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2019 17:31:40 GMT -4
Not that anyone could see it, but a smile was creeping onto the delinquent’s features as he heard the information about everyone else in the scenario. The first to speak was Pop Poet from Support Studies, who for some reason only spoke in rhymes and said they weren’t a fighter. Contrary to her belief, the American didn’t react negatively and just gave a thumbs up in her direction before replying:
”We can work with that. If any of the rest of you are uncomfortable doing the up close fighting, please mention that. Better for us to know now rather than having to figure it out later. We can plan around it.”
The next to speak was Typhoon Dragon, who could store and release energy in her legs… and said nothing else to clarify. Maybe it was just because he was slow on the uptake, but Alex had no idea what the fuck she could actually do.
”Not gonna lie, I have no idea what that means. You electric or something? Big kicks? Jumps? Energy could mean a lot of things.”
The last one to speak was Firewall, who immediately went off into the logistics of the scenario itself. He always appreciated someone willing to take some initiative when it came to planning things, especially because Alex was used to just barking out orders without being questioned for the most part. That worked fine in most scenarios, but not this one where he would have to concentrate mostly on keeping Risaka in check and wouldn’t be able to spare the time or energy to keep track of what everyone else is doing. Lucky for him, Firewall ended up clarifying what Typhoon Dragon did as well.
As Geist started the exercise and the cart started moving, Alex started rattling off his plan. First he turned to Farrah, knife handing in the direction of the person he was talking to in turn with his gaze shifting mostly out of habit and so everyone knew he was talking to her specifically. There was just some stupid habit among kids at U.A. to sit there and find things to get offended about, and he had people crying and screaming about shit that wasn’t even meant for them in the past. This was to avoid that.
”Pop Poet, I want you to stay back a bit behind the cart. You’re our eyes, and I want you to use your quirk to let us know everything that you see in regards to where the enemy is moving. We’re not going to be able to see everything in the middle of a fight, so let us know if we’re going to get blindsided. I’m not quite sure how your quirk can be used in combat or how loud it gets, so I leave that part to you.”
”Typhoon Dragon, I want you to stay on the cart. If your quirk lets you jump, it’ll let you move to where-ever you need to go very quickly and stop people from running off with shit. Your main priority is to protect the cart and prevent fly girl from nabbing shit from the air. Support Firewall and Pop Poet when you can if they’re getting fucked with, but keep in mind the goal is to protect the mannequins. Do not jump in to help me, no matter how bad it looks. This armor is pretty damned good, so I’m hoping to take the brunt of the beating.”
”Firewall, your initial plan to stay near the cart is fine by me. Support Typhoon Dragon and Pop Poet as best you can and make sure to cover the cart when Typhoon Dragon jumps away. Same thing, don’t waste energy supporting me. I can break through ice just fine, and we can’t let Risaka drag away two of us. My quirk is much longer ranged than hers, so I can still support you when I can in ways that she can’t to her team.”
”My hero name is Fenrir, and I’ll be taking point about eight meters in front of the cart. My classmates know the deal, if they don’t have a plan to deal with my quirk they lose because I doubt fly girl can fly high enough to dodge my quirk and nobody in this match can outrun it. They’re going to come for me pretty fast and hard, and that’s fine. Risaka has to take me out to win, so me being decently far from the cart ensures that whatever ambush they do doesn’t affect any of you. My range is about thirty meters, so as long as you’re in that range I’ll do my best to support if Pop Poet lets me know where it’s needed. Just keep calm and we can get through this. Never have two people rush after one mannequin, and we can come out with a W.”
He didn’t wait for a response before jogging out to his position in front of the cart, because there was no real time for argument. They would either follow directions or they wouldn’t, the important part that Alex had tried to come up with something for everyone to do. As he moved out to the vanguard position, his entire demeanor shifted, and his jog turned into an outlandishly arrogant saunter and his arms spread wide in an outward appearance that said one thing and one thing only:
Come at me.
None of the enemy team could generate light. Every shadow in Alex's range that was to remain stationary or largely stationary was ripped, and those ripped shadows moved unnaturally along the ground to pool up at the armored combatant's feet. If they didn't have an actual plan, this scenario would be over and done with quickly and easily. If they did, then it was their plan against Alex's and quite frankly all the American needed to do was outlast Risaka. Easier said then done, sure, but it was a clear win condition that he was keen on sticking to.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jan 12, 2019 1:22:24 GMT -4
"A martial arts girl, whose each leg is a spring! And another gal whose power is tricky to sing! I don't know what to call it, so I'll just call it cool! We're a crack team of the finest heroes in school," Farrah prematurely applauded her teammates. "As for Angel, I had no idea her feathers could fire! Or that she'd fistfight when thus inspired. She's a tough gal, but I guess I knew that; when she lifted me in the air, and collected my hat." There was probably a lot of baggage to unpack there for everyone, but for now, they needed to focus. "Tearing their bands? That's quite a trick! But I doubt such a victory Geist would let stick. Villains don't tend to retreat when their uniforms tear! I doubt it will pass here any more than there," Farrah shrugged, tapping a finger up and down upon the cleft of her chin thoughtfully.
Geist confirmed a couple of her suspicions: namely, that they couldn't use the bands as a loophole to eliminate the other team, and also, that neither side should literally be eliminating the enemy team. This didn't overly apply to Farrah... after all, she would have to turn her quirk on full blast to do anything really resembling damage. As for her team, it seemed that Alex had definitely taken the ball as team leader, which was probably for the best. From her short time knowing him, she realized he seemed to have a unique intensity, something the rest of the team's participants had not, or perhaps could not, tap into. "Confidence isn't the end all providence, but it's nice to see a leader who seems convinced," she thought to herself. "I am your woman for reconnaissance! I'll use my power how it makes sense," the lyricist agreed, removing her cap and using it in a flourished bow, bending one knee briefly in a lordly style.
A big smile was spread across Farrah's face, indicating she was happy with the plan. Happy was her default state, after all. "Is that okay? I wonder? Is it fine? For Alex to use his brain, while I neglect mine?" she thought to herself staring into the distance for signs of approaching thieves. The match had just started and it ought to take some time for them to close the distance. She didn't expect any of them to outpace each other... Angel probably could if she wanted, but there'd be no point in getting so far ahead. Still, something didn't seem quite right... She visualized their formation, with two on the cart, her in the rear, and Alex way out front, and tried to picture what potential issue could arise.
He had seemed very focused on Risaka. Could that be a problem? She pictured her slow bubbles moving forward to cover the cart while the other two girls reacted. Reacted to what? The likely answer... although most of the enemies were users of close range quirks who'd have a hard time approaching Alex, even if he could control shadows, could he focus on that many areas at once? Once one closed in and got their hands on him, the rest would follow soon, and Alex would be alone out front in this formation. Farrah finally understood how vital her role was; if Alex was ambushed from any side, the enemies could take him out before those on the cart had a chance to react.
Adjusting her shades, Farrah looked out across the sun-washed area once again. Part of her wanted to take high-ground, but part of her knew that she couldn't be relied upon to do so... she had no special mobility and the rooftops were not connected. This wasn't a video game where she could jump down without fall damage; once she was ready to leave a building, she'd need to run back down again. For that reason, her better option was to press herself against the walls, in the shadows, peeking out from cover. As a double advantage, if Risaka decided to pick her off, maybe Alex would be able to use the shade to his advantage, she figured.
Like a secret agent in a spy movie, Farrah ran from cover to cover, pantomiming holding up her hands together in the shape of a gun. One might be disappointed to see her acting so childishly, but she also tipped her shades down a nudge, to look out over the battlefield. "The important part is to cover what Alex does not see, so that he is not attacked unexpectedly..." she reminded herself, watching the sneaking areas of the battlefield, like the alleys between buildings that she herself crept through. "If they think to catch me unaware, it is they who needs must take care! For my bubbles work best at close range, where reaction time allows no change," she thought quietly to herself, smiling with a slightly cocky expression.
For now, the enemies were not yet in sight. She'd give the all clear by releasing two bubbles of average size. One slightly outpaced the other, traveling for Alex, while the other stopped short at the cart. Both carried the same quiet message: "all clear." Hopefully, her teammates would understand that she'd ramp up her voice when necessary, but for the present, preserving her vocal cords was in their best interest as a team.
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on Jan 12, 2019 2:37:53 GMT -4
Before Feng could reply, Alex suddenly barked some orders at everyone and ran ahead, Farrah on the other hand threw out some bubbles and went into the shadows.
“Who the hell died and made yo-“ She caught herself before she could say more. Not a fan of his attitude but at least he at least had an idea on what to do.
On one hand, at least they know what to do and the rhymes are somewhat good. On the other hand, Feng has a vague idea what to do since the person who had a strategy sort of ran ahead and it’s a bit risky to run on ahead after him. Feng jumps onto the cart and pats a few of the mannequins, then proceeds to take a few deep breathes as the game began.
"Keep an eye out for a girl with wings and anyone else on other team…” She muttered to herself, recalling what Alex said before he went on ahead.
She is also relieved that Geist clarified on the conditions of the battle, though its going to be extra difficult for her since she has a vague idea on what the enemy team can do but doesn’t know how they approach this kind of situation. She surveyed the barren landscape for anyone on the enemy team. While surveying the field, she saw some of her teammate’s bubbles floating in her blind spots. Feng then put together what her teammate is doing and watched areas in her normal vision.
“I can’t jump on ahead; the other team will have the drop on me if they see me use my quirk now. I got to think ahead on how to use my quirk, use it too carelessly and I lose in a second…focus…focus…”, She thinks to herself as she steadies her breathing and takes a defensive stance on top of the payload.
She checked around for any objects she can use to her advantage, but to no avail there is none. After her little sparring match with a certain vigilante, she started reading up on certain techniques and thinking up ways she can use her quirk and ways to make do without it. It was also small wake up call on how she can apply herself to a situation. But in a situation like this exercise, she must think on her feet and as such, she will protect the cart. She is carefully watching the skies and the area around the cart for any signs of the enemy team. She takes on last deep breathe and readies up her stance.
" I trust you to have my back on this...", She asked Firewall.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 3:37:53 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - The Cart Of War - Arisu listened intently, doing her best to apply her mind to the situation they were facing. She'd studied the map during the time they had- the other team was going to start a significant distance away, meaning they were unlikely to encounter them immediately after leaving their area. The teacher had chimed back in, explaining that the bands weren't a disqualifying factor, and she lifted her head and flashed a thumbs up in a silent 'Roger!' that she hoped the teacher picked up on. She wanted to be clever, not a cheat- she was looking ways to use the system, not break it, and that was all she needed to know to bail on that concept entirely. "Before we break," she offered to each of her teammates. "A few things to keep in mind. Both the ramps up onto the first bridge are on our side- they're not likely to get there before the cart and the rest of us. Similarly, the second set of buildings has the left side's stairs nearest us- we'll probably see them if they try to get up there, so Fenrir, keep your focus on the front and left hand sides, those are the most likely spots to try to hit your advance position. Make sure you check the alley on the right between the buildings, though- that's a blind spot 'til we're right on it. Pop Poet, try to keep your attention high- we need to know if they're gonna try to come down on Fenrir. That's a concern, but to be honest, I'm more interested in making sure he feels comfortable tracking the long approaches so if they do anything dumb, he can punish their mistakes for exposing themselves too soon, so try to keep your attention above us. If you can screen the cart from above with some of your speech bubbles, that'd be amazing, too- the more we can do to eliminate their air mobility, the better."She moved as she spoke, keeping up with her team as they moved out towards the cart and their respective positions. As they did, she flexed her fingers a few times, pulse rising as nerves surrounded the knowledge she'd need her quirk any minute now. Finally, she shoved past the anxiety and tensed the muscles in her arms surrounding the quirk glands layered nearest to her hands. Black, flame-like energy poured out and surrounded her fists, leaving her hands feeling like a cold liquid was pouring around them, sapping the heat from her limbs. Her gloves hid it, but she could already feel the chill seeping up into her forearms, inching upwards from her hands as her veins darkened. "Typhoon Dragon. You can trust me to watch your back. Watch the distances between us and the bridges, you might need them to get extra height to close with Angel if it comes down to it. And Fenrir? You said we win if we outlast Risaka. I'm not sure that's accurate. If she has a refractory period of less time than it takes us to get to the goal after she times out, we'll have to deal with her a second time. So keep something in reserve in case that happens. We've all got your back, Fenrir, and Pop Poet's gonna make sure anything one of us needs to hear gets heard. We've got this."Arisu had plenty of practice sounding excited when she was drained- this wasn't much different. Truth told, this was the first real test of her skills and she was terrified she was going to let her teammates down, but she wasn't going to let that show. No, what she needed to do, what her teammates needed from her, was information to supplement their own skills and cleverness, and the encouragement that they could do this together. She wasn't sure they could, to be honest- but she did an excellent job of hiding her uncertainty and doubt behind a blazing facade of confidence and positivity! Arisu immediately took up a position to the right side of the cart, presuming Typhoon would take up the left. Fenrir had the front approach cut off, and this meant all she needed to do was to duck past the cart to fire Antipyre at any targets of opportunity. She knew that not only did Fenrir not need her direct assistance, but even with his armor, the effects of her quirk might blow past it, and she couldn't afford to be draining their best player. No, she kept her attention largely where she hadn't told the others to look. With Fenrir presumably watching the approaches to the left and forward, and Pop Poet probably watching above them alike, she kept her eyes on the windows of the buildings near them, lest someone come barrelling through unexpectedly. She'd prepared her allies for everything she could predict- she left it to herself to predict the unpredictable. If anyone approached, she had every intention to hold her fire until they committed to a direct path towards the cart. Once that happened, all bets were off- they were a priority target, and she'd have a torrent of blackflame ready to turn them away from the approach. Whether they turned back or allowed themselves to be drenched in the flowing notflames of Antipyre's exhausting energies, it'd be one step closer to their goal. And if someone managed to get close without exposing themselves to a long range attack? Firewall had a n app punch for that. WORD COUNT: 927 TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ BOTE & THQ
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 10:25:10 GMT -4
Before heading off in two separate teams, Rimma gave a smile and a nod at Farrah's enthusiastic greeting. Similarly, she returned the smile and wave Arisu sent her way with ones of her own. The Russian girl could empathize with both girl's obvious disappointment over the team arrangements, as Rimma herself would have liked to have worked together with them too - but hopefully it would prove an opportunity for everyone to make new friends in the process.
As Rimma and the rest of Red Team went to their starting point, Kirk explained his Quirk simply enough - and so loudly she wouldn't be surprised if Blue Team heard him. He did, however, completely forget to tell them his Hero name that they were supposed to refer to him by for the duration of the training. Brow furrowing and cheeks puffing out in thought, she likely looked like she was pouting to her teammates until she replied with an approving nod. "That may work - I do not know that I could keep up with you on my own two feet, and running while trying to breath heavily enough to use my Quirk is not something I am accustomed to. For civilians, I can always climb out myself and then try to grab another one too, no? Though you forgot to tell us your Hero name."
Angel, which she wasn't sure if was the winged girl's name or her Hero name, first complimented her Quirk as being useful and then launched into long speech. The information about Farrah and Arisu's Quirks was useful, but perhaps removed the element of surprise and being forced to adapt from the training - though Rimma could see there being times where you did know about some of your enemies but not other, so she let it be. More importantly, Angel seemed to agree with the idea of Rimma being carried by Kirk... but she seemed to think Rimma could create a cold fog or some such, and had put emphasis on taking opponents out.
With an apologetic shake of her head, Rimma replied to the former first. "I apologize but a cold fog is beyond me - I can only create brief smokescreens, or pelt them with freezing breath until they get frostbite. The latter I do not want to do, to be honest, as this is only training." Then, she relaxed her demeanor once more and added. "And, forgive me if this is obvious, but I cannot tell if Angel is your name or your Hero name."
Risaka... Also didn't give her hero name, and further seemed focused on fighting that Alex boy. Worse, she also seemed to be focused on the idea of taking out opponents much like Angel was. Before responding, she swept her gray-blue eyes across all three of her teammates before settling on Risaka again. "We do not need to be 'taking out' our opponents - we need only distract and disorient enough for one or more of us to snatch up a civilian. Prolonged fights are going to only be in their favor, and we are not here trying to beat or injure each other."
She wanted to bring up her apparent impression that not wearing armor was stupid and wearing armor was smart, to go into the tradeoffs present and the pros and cons of each - but there was not time for debate like that. So, instead, she just ignored it and like with both of her other teammates she brought up the question of Risaka's hero name. "In any case, you have not mentioned your Hero name." Then, their teacher's voice echoed out and gave some additional instructions.
Which put a vindicated smile on Rimma's face - the teacher also did not want the students trying to beat each other black and blue, and was reminding everyone to use hero names. A loud horn blared shortly after, and Rimma turned her attention to Kirk. "If you wish to carry me - just give the word and I will create clouds of snow as best I can. If not I will try to keep up!"
If Kirk didn't want to carry her, she would simply hurry out with the rest of her teammates as best she could - and likely lag behind. If he did, she would do as she said and create obscuring clouds of snow for him and follow his directions. She knew full well she was going to be in a more supportive role here, and she was not at all intending to rush out onto the front line.
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