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Post by Busty on Oct 6, 2019 22:11:34 GMT -4
The checkpoint had been the perfect spot to sit back and read, or Blank had thought. Stretching his long, bony legs after he’d hopped off his perch inside the school bus, letting out a loud parade of grunts and sighs as he did so. He’d spent the entire trip squatted on the leather drivers seat while his fellow teachers heckled the young man’s driving techniques. This was hardly time to criticize the way he drove! Guiding the students towards a productive learning experience was much more important! “ Hoooooo maaaan~!” Blank beamed up at the sky as he stretched his spine back to look up, one hand pressed firmly at his hip while the other held a book. The youth scurried off around him like moths to a flame, wandering around curiously. It was better than being trapped in a seat, that was for sure. The book held loosely and carelessly by the spine by two fingers- a historical fantasy novel, of course- was all he would need to entertain him while the children went off to do whatever it was that their heart desired. Driving the bus was Blank's only duty on this field trip. And, though it had saddened him when he first heard the news, he was happy enough simply tagging along. Though he may not be in charge of his own tiny platoon of soon-to-be heroes, the odd white-haired man would make do. He'd expected to go perch on a tree stump and keep to himself as paragraphs were scanned and pages were flipped. That was, until a certain redhead appeared before him out of a rather small car in comparison to how large Tobias was,“ To-chan! You really came?!” A bright smile appeared on his hidden face. As quickly as his fellow teacher and friend had appeared, Blank pulled the man back onto the bus to catch up in the few hours they'd been separated.
The blanket that Blank had brought along in a backpack was much too small for the two of them. It meant that the only true decision left was to drape it over the much larger, slumbering man. He patted it in place gently, returning to the pages of his historical novel briefly before the sound of something soaring quite closely above their heads made the white-haired man's ears perk up. His gas mask tilted up, eyebrows furrowing at the top of the bus' interior before a loud crashing of trees against something made the man jump in his seat. The lavender eyes hidden behind his mask first shot over to Tobias, locking with him before both of them shot up from their spot on the bus. Blank skipped the steps and jumped down onto the ground just outside, craning his neck to the left to spot little but a destructive path of flames and metal debris. A plane? There was no way to be sure just yet, but they had to act fast whatever it could be! The majority of the teachers were already leaping into action, taking students along with them as they went. It was dangerous for them to be near, Blank first thought, but this is the career they chose! He glanced over the faces that still remained, spotting a group that most certainly didn't intend to be one standing close enough beside each other that Blank couldn't tell the difference,“ You three! Graham-kun- uhm..." He only knew one of the students, as it was a familiar face from the homeroom class he taught, but the other two girls were all but unknown to him. So, as one does, the strange teacher made temporary nicknames on the fly, stroking his chin deeply in thought as he did his best to name them appropriately," Blue-chan, Pink-chan! Come along with Blank-sensei! It’s time for a lesson on what heroes do!” He smiled behind his gas mask, spun around on his heels, and pointed towards the plane crash with an unnerving amount of excitement for the tragedy at hand before rushing off towards it. Still, it was better than looking grim in front of the students! Hey, y'all! It's Bust. Just wanted to make a small note here: You are given 48 hours to post. I'm quite flexible, so I will wait two days before whipping up another post, so don't worry too much. I won't penalize you for submitting a post at the 50 hour mark. However, if not done at a reasonable time within those 48 hours, you will be skipped. Again, I'm flexible with time. So if you need an extension, I will allow it. More will happen in the next post. I simply wanted to give everyone a starting post before all the action happened See you in 48 hours! Please give me an @ when you have posted!
Graham Ashwood Iida Katsumi Shizume Stradivarius
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Post by Shizume Stradivarius on Oct 7, 2019 2:06:50 GMT -4
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After the whole thing with the bear, Shizume did not expect this to come up. But Hero work was not about what one expected, was it. As Blank -sensei seemed a little bit too excited for a disaster, the music changed in her ear buds.
Habataitara modoranai to itte. Mezashita no wa Aoi Aoi-chan Ano sora.
The second Blue in the song lyrics matched perfectly when Blank-sensei called her Blue-chan. Kind of derivative. But considering he didn’t know them, she suppose it was decent enough to let pass. She did not know what they would be doing, so she dropped her hard-shelled pack on the ground and grabbed out her bachi. The thick pieces of hardwood wrapped with a blue leather lining was her ideal catch all tool. Anything could be hit with varying degrees of force. And from that she could get a sound to utilize however needed. Though after what she witnessed from Graham-kun and Iida-chan, she knew she was the one least combat capable in their quartet.
Running after their excitable teacher, she sprinted a bit to remove space between the two. He seemed a little high strung and spontaneous. And she did not have a winning record of new people getting over her rhymes. So, for now, she stayed silent. It would appear to be an airline wreckage. Possible bird strike? While most others would retch at the possibility of finding dead bodies in such wreckage, Shizume has already seen them. She has watched as the color faded from a person’s body and the sound waves of their heart lost color until they stopped existing. She has cried every time, but always alone.
Perhaps, that is what she can do in this situation. Triage. Search and rescue. Her chromastasia could pin point individuals under wreckage and lead others towards more critical victims. As long as she did not have to deal with the whiney silver platter types she grew up around. She did not. Absolutely did not want to return to that type of behavior just to placate a few egos and get them safe.
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Oct 8, 2019 6:25:23 GMT -4
Katsumi had spent the ride here mostly keeping to herself. It was for the best, she had justified. She had decided to save her energy for the things that they were going to do for the day, there was no use in spending it in idle chatter. Though that did not stop her from staring enviously at the ones who looked like they were having more fun sitting around than she was. The thing with the drawing and the situation with the bear had been a great relief to her in a way, giving her something to do that didn’t have anything to do with socialising.
‘What is-’ Before she could even finish thinking about asking what the sudden loud noise was, she captivated by the sight of a plane moving to meet the ground. The shock of seeing something like that only began to wear off when she realized that she just watched a plane crash relatively near the area they were in. She stood up straight when she was called on by one of the teachers. “...Hai, temporary designation will be Pink for this operation.” She said monotonously while staring at the other two that the teacher called on. “I will follow your lead for this mission.”
She took off after the teacher, looking at Hibiki, temporary designation Blue. “Blue, how does your Quirk perform in a search and rescue operation?” She was also beginning to think of what she could do with her Quirk for the situation.
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Post by Graham Ashwood on Oct 8, 2019 18:24:46 GMT -4
This trip hadn't exactly been as Graham expected. Not a calm, relaxing hike with little activities along the way, no, this had been more of a thrill. He wasn't doubtful over this being unintentional- it was almost certainly meant to be little more than what he'd anticipated. Though, with how active things had been, a moment of rest was appreciated greatly by the young man, having taken the time to himself as many others seemed to have. It was nice, while it lasted.
It did meet an end, a roaring end indeed. The tremendous thundering heard from behind him was one way to shake him from his state of peace, as a look over revealed a foreboding sight. Smoke and fire, rising farther into the sky with each passing second. Was that a bloody plane crash? Confused and shocked would be a way to put Graham's immediate reaction, silenced as he quickly looked around for the supervisors' response. And thankfully they were to be trusted, as his homeroom teacher called him along, together with a few students he'd been with earlier.
On his feet and on the way now, there was a bit of time to consider what exactly was taking place. Were they being asked to provide proper rescue operations, as students? He did suppose they should help out, but.. the situation would be somewhat stressful. He wouldn't dare imagine how the people in the crash were at the moment. His two fellows here keeping up with this overly exciteable teacher didn't seem particularly worried about anything, which while arguably commendable, did more to put Graham off. They were capable, surely, just a bit odd. But darn it, if Pink didn't pose a solid question. How would his quirk work to their advantage? Yes, he could do some amount of lifting, but anything more? It was something less disturbing to put his mind to work on for the moment, at the very least.
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Post by Busty on Oct 9, 2019 3:14:53 GMT -4
Blank's sprint was a tad bizarre- his arms folded at a forced and perfect ninety degree angle moving just beside his chest. He leapt over tree roots along the way, occasionally bringing up his arms to grab a hold of the branches just overhead to swing on them as the group rushed towards their destination. All three of the students he'd called upon were with him, and he smiled faintly behind his gas mask before his lips parted to speak to them,"All right, young students! It's time that we see just how much you've learned from your time at U.A~!" The tone of his voice was a tad too jovial for the task at hand but it was just the type of person and Hero that Blank was,"It may seem overwhelming, but not to worry! You'll have ole Blank-sensei to guide you along!" The heavy breathing from his mask had become as weighty as lead as the lenses fogged up with condensation from his warm breaths. It didn't seem to phased him too much, however, and he simply squinted through his foggy vision to gauge just how close they were to the crashed plane.
It was big, bigger than anything the teacher had ever seen. Smoke filled the sky above them, surely signaling anyone else nearby of the scorching blaze that had originated from an even bigger issue. That being the huge metal bird that had decided to fly straight into the forest.
Sliding to a stop just before it as other Hero groups sprung into action, Blank surveyed the area with a slow turn of his head before ushering the students to continue,"Let's enter through the left wing like Kiryu-san...!" Deciding to jog now instead, the mother duck would lead his ducklings over to the door that the illusive 1-B homeroom teacher had decided to take for himself. He climbed up through the doorway with ease, extending his arm down to help the students up if and when they needed it. Once up, the team would notice a commotion erupting towards the middle of the plane- first class. Not anything like panic, but anger,"Oh! This seems a tad strange!" Blank spoke truthfully, looking around as his hands were shoved into his pockets. The other passengers were already in the midst of being rescued by Kiryu and his team, so the Hero had to admit that it was highly unusual to hear upset voices rather than relieved or panicked ones.
The walkways were narrow enough without the seats jostled out of place and cutlery and plates scattered across the floor from the impact. Blank would lead the pack through with relative ease as the chatter got louder and louder with each step. A faded red curtain separated business class and the upper areas, and the teacher pushed it aside to be immediately greeted by a young and distressed flight attendant. There was a superficial cut on her forehead, but apart from that she looked to be in good health. The sudden movement from Blank had startled her, however, and he greeted her with a nod and a step forward,"Hello! We are Hero Unit-" It was good that the teacher was cut off there, as he really had no flashy name that he could pull out of his sleeve for this occasion.
A plain-looking suited man stood up from his seat to step into the walkway. He squinted at the group, before a look of shocked agitation washed over his face,"You are Heroes?!" This declaration brought eerie silence to draw across the first-class passengers. Some rose from their seats, watching the team as if they group was prey. It was as if they waited for an answer, one that Blank had already answered just seconds before,"Yeeeeeees? I believe I jus-" Those words were an invitation, and suddenly a crowd of enraged passengers fell upon the team like starved predators, all speaking at the same time with various different concerns. It was a difficult place to be- caught in the middle of the flight attendants station with a mob piling into the tight space. Many of the passengers circled around the teacher who was not taking it well- his head shooting from one angry face to another as he tried his best to get muffled but reassuring words in.
Some passengers made their way around the crowd that swarmed Blank to find the students, barking orders and complaints just the same. Shizume would find an uppity old hag dressed in a designer dress stood before her, the number of wrinkles on her face just barely outnumbered by her privilege,"I said that getting onto an airline owned by one of them was a terrible idea! But no one ever listens to me! No! We were fine and dandy and then suddenly we're going down! I swear it was one of those damn Quirkers!" She was outraged as she wagged a finger in front of the blue-haired girl's face,"My poor little baby Poofles doesn't like kennels, so I brought him on with me! He got scared and flew right out the airlock with the rest of the damn jumpers and you're going to go find him for me!" It was as if she was more upset with the fact that her possession, that being her dog, was lost as if it was luggage more than a living breathing thing potentially being dead in the middle of the forest.
Katsumi would have someone equally as, if not more, unpleasant. An impossibly tall, obese man towered over the girl with his hands balled into fists. One was shaken at the short pinkette as he spoke,"You guys came late enough!" Though the Hero teams had appeared from the forest to help almost instantaneously, it wasn't fast enough for the slow man,"I want to go get my valuable luggage and you are going to help me find it! I've already had it up to here with you people!" His breaths were heavy in between his words, pointing a finger towards the doorway that the three had entered through. He was adamant to get through to retrieve his possessions. But getting through the door frame, let alone down the gap they had to climb up to close would be much harder than it was for the heroic team.
As for Graham, it seemed he didn't just have one problem to deal with. It was two passengers that had decided to approach him, and it was already proving to be quite frustrating. It was an elderly woman on his right, while her middle-aged daughter was screaming in the boy's face on his left,"Do you have any idea how traumatizing this is for an old woman?! She could have had a heart attack!" The wrinkled mother did nothing but nod along with her short-tempered daughter, enabling her childish behavior,"And there you stand, perfectly able-bodied, and you don't lift a finger to help! How dare you! The least you could do is begin by getting the children, elderly, and women off of this death trap! I'm already doing your job better than you are!" The woman was, to put it plainly, furious. She would surely continue to criticize Graham for whatever he chose to do, but starting by helping the first class off of the plane wouldn't be a bad idea...
Blank was overwhelmed, but not enough to turn his head towards the rest of his team,"J-Just do what they ask! Heroes have to take the hard road, not the easy-" His voice would be drowned out by the mob of his own, but his orders were clear. Sometimes Hero work was as flashy as saving a woman tied to train tracks, but that was never promised. Sometimes, though unsavory, the Heroes had to appease the public and calm wavering hearts. Though it was surely one of the worst parts of the job, it was still part of it.
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Post by Shizume Stradivarius on Oct 9, 2019 4:45:28 GMT -4
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It was worse than that. Business-class. Shizume's face soured as they started to get inundated by orders and the like. She hated them. Burning passion style. As the finger wagging went right in her face, she closed her eyes and tried to keep cool. She was from this world. She knew them. But that was also what made it absolutely horrifying. Even their teacher was being brought down upon. The cacophony of sound was also grating as the rainbow of colors blurred and muddled together. Do what they ask? No, these people were not going to respond well like that. They all believe that they were the highest priority. That Age, Wealth, Status, lack of age, the reason they were flying, that was enough to put them in front of other people.
Shizume stood right there in place, baring the barrage, until her foot came down. Her quirk causing the entire floor under them to vibrate quite loudly. A Tiny potion may have exploded out the underside, but where they stood was quite safe. Her left hand came up to her neck and she quickly turned an invisible dial. Only to Eight. About megaphone level. "Alright everyone. Quiet down and we will be done. The situation now demands some order, so we can make this process shorter. White-san here is the one in charge, but we will be of no help under barrage. If your issues are not about your health, please exit the plane with a bit of stealth. Once you are all safe on the ground, then, and only then will we look around." Her hand came back up to her throat and turned the volume down.
With her eyes now going to the mean woman, she smiled past the waved finger. "Madame, if you have lost little Poofles, I can help you find your dear floofles. Since he went out the door, please allow me to escort you to the forest floor. There you and I can call out his name, and I am certain dear Poofles will return the same." She offered her arm to her and held her other hand out like a stewardess to help her down the wing and outside.
TL;DR: What can she do? Be louder than all of them together
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Oct 9, 2019 9:19:54 GMT -4
Katsumi had several thoughts running through her mind as demands started flying at the unit the moment they had gotten in. Were all rich people like this? No, that didn’t make sense, she wasn’t like that, neither was her grandfather and father. What made people act this way? Had there been a slight amount of chance that she’d have ended up like these...rich snobs? She shuddered at such a thought and mentally shoved the forming mental image aside, there was no place for idle and unneeded thoughts during her heroic duties.
Turning to face the obese man, she put on her most stoic expression as she let Blue do her thing with the announcements. She let her finish before she started addressing the man before her. “Alright sir, you want your valuables back.” She said, making sure that the man knew that she had listened to his request. “That is doable, but it would be better if I were to escort you out of the plane and to a safe area before I personally retrieve your belongings from the cargo hold.”
“Please describe your belongings to me, a general description or identifying feature would be helpful in this case. In case that the impact of the plane caused the luggage to spill and scatter, knowing the contents of your luggage would help in its retrieval.” She paused as if to consider something. “Though if you still wish to retrieve the items yourself, it would be advisable for me to escort you along the way to ensure your safety.
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Post by Graham Ashwood on Oct 10, 2019 18:54:10 GMT -4
Ah, the rich and mighty. Graham was still part of that class, was he not? Perhaps not, though at the very least he thought himself as much. However, for the time being it seemed he'd been placed on the other end of the glass ceiling, and it stung. It's one thing to watch in pity as one's aunt belittled their favourite butler, but to enter the role of poor Jeremy? He'd not so much as considered the thought, but here they were.
And just like his unfortunate servant of old, Graham could do little but stand and wait for the fumes to run empty as a lady spat out pseudo-coherent but substanceless complaints on the service he had yet to offer them. Be like Jeremy, he thought- simply nod along, seeming appropriately repentant, before continuing as per the usual. The tirade was coming to a likely temporary end, so he should be able to focus on evacuating this elderly woman as intended. "Yes, I'm terribly sorry for keeping the two of you in wait. Now, please allow me to be of service." A smile quickly reappeared onto his face after apologising, mainly directed towards the frailer of his two rescuees.
Hopefully, Shizume's rather loud announcement would trim the angry horde of the bourgeoisie, granting him the time to take proper care of this individual case. A look around revealed his temporary teammates to be in similarly confrontational situations, so it'd be alright in all probability. "Shall we then, madam?" he asked, stepping to the side of the smaller lady before extending his elbow for her to lock her arm around, trying to lead her along to the point they'd entered from. "Be sure to follow suit, miss, I wouldn't dare separate you from your travelling companion!" he spoke to the other one, hoping to at least be able to move along with this evacuation during the nigh-inevitable scolding to follow.
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Post by Busty on Oct 11, 2019 2:57:35 GMT -4
The loud announcement by the blue-haired megaphone sent a jolt of shock through the teacher's turned back, as it also did for the rest of the passengers. After the initial surprise, however, the mob was left with mixed reactions- the majority were not in Shizume's favor. Blank knew the expression that had washed over the crowd well, as it had been one that he and so many Heroes had seen more often than they should have.
Disgust.
However, though they were quite openly revolted with the use of a Quirk, even to assist them, the voices all around the plane lowered to a gossipy murmur,"Yes, as Blue-chan said, we're simply here to aid you all! Compliance will ensure it all gets done faster!" Blank smiled around at the passengers that had circled him, then nodded reassuringly in Shizume's direction. It was hard to completely sway an ignorant crowd, but she'd done the best with the hand she was dealt. Though U.A. was strictly against Quirk use outside of school grounds, the white-haired teacher would have no qualms with it. He encouraged it heavily after all, and he had no doubt that the other teams were being permitted the use as well.
The older and bossy woman that stood before the blue-haired student would have a cruel scowl on her face from the display, and would scoff at Shizume's offer to help,"Hmph. You Quirkers are all the damn same. Always itchy to use that weapon of yours..." The words were muttered sourly under her breath, but she still took the student's arm regardless of her own personal feelings and stepped onward to find her precious Poofles. She was full of complaints the entire way down the left wing, saying many times over that 'they should make a stairwell' and 'I can't make it!'. Yet, once on the forest floor, her chest puffed out like she had done it all by herself. With that out of the way, however, it left the rather dauntingly large woods before the pair,"Well... get a move on! Poofles isn't going to just find himself!" Doing nothing to aid Shizume, the bitter old woman stood with her arms crossed in place.
Graham, as his appearance did show, was a gentleman through and through. So much so, in fact, that a faint red blush was airbrushed across the elderly woman's cheeks,"My, what a remarkable young man! And so fit, too!" The woman would grope at the student's biceps while her middle-aged daughter gawked distastefully, but followed in silent anger as the two were helped off of the crashed aircraft with ease. It almost seemed too easy, and the irate woman from before would grumble out a 'thank you' before scurrying off to stay near a tree silently. Though her daughter had gone to pout, the elderly woman would stick near Graham for a short while in comfortable quiet before speaking,"It's good that you lot came to escort us out when you did. I feel so terrible for that poor Quirker girl that's stuck in her seat, but it's better her than us I'd say...!" She nodded and even smiled, shuffling away to join her daughter at her place next to the forest. Some people were truly heartless, others clueless when it came to their own ignorance. Whether the elderly woman was simply confused or a bit dull in the head, the possibility of there being a trapped passenger was too important to pass up.
It was good that such upstanding and respectable young students were studying at the heroic academy as Katsumi would handle the service aspect with ease. Sometimes, however, impeccable guest service isn't enough to satiate an angry consumer. With the voices in the plane cabin now dialed back to ear-pleasing chatter, it would mean that the man wouldn't have to scream to get his voice across. This hadn't stopped the man at all from his tirade, though, and this time had raised his voice to get his point across,"Now why the hell would I tell you what's in my damn luggage?! That's an invasion of my damn privacy!" He spoke down to the pinkette both in stature and in tone, becoming red in the face from the gall of her request,"I'll tell you what, little girl, you're gonna come with me and help me find my damn belongings instead of lookin' through my shit to determine who's is who's! You got that?!" There was a deep breath after his rant, and would push hobble past the student to get to the door first. It was difficult for him to get through the doorway the first time boarding, and it was surely even harder now. In his blinded rage, however, he hadn't cared to remember nor check as he pushed through that there was, in fact, no staircase. Now Katsumi had an even trickier problem on her hands than an enraged, entitled passenger, but a passenger that had now realized his mistake as his chubby foot slipped out the door frame.
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Post by Graham Ashwood on Oct 12, 2019 21:35:42 GMT -4
Escorting this lady off the wrecked aeroplane hadn't been nearly as much of a hassle as Graham had thought! Her presumed family member with the temper hadn't spoken up, neatly following along to the evacuation zone right outside the wreckage. The comment she made certainly didn't pass him by, either; being considered a gentleman was to an extent what he was going for with the whole way he tended to act, and though it was a feat to get him smiling more than he already was, it had been accomplished.
The solid mood in his little group of rescuees would last for a bit, right up until they said their goodbyes. Graham was already mentally preparing a lovely little farewell line before he'd return to the wreckage, when his ears caught something oh-so distressing. In record time, the young man's smile was wiped off his face as he dashed directly back into the plane, leaving the old lady without a word more than a concerned "Oh, dear!" Oh dear indeed. Someone stuck in their seat, apparently ignored entirely by the flock of entitled aristocrats she shared the cabin with. The poor thing, left all alone as even the heroes passed right on by.
Well, no more! This injustice would be swiftly corrected, as swiftly as his legs could carry him. The smoke in his path was blasted out of the way by his carbokinesis, finding its use after all. Before long he'd be back in the business-class, hastily looking around for wherever this mystery damsel may have gotten herself stuck. He'd like it if there weren't any more passengers in need of special care like his previous escortees, this would likely take a moment and given that his target supposedly had a quirk, they might get more upset than they already were. Though, she'd probably be fine so far, right?
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Oct 16, 2019 9:34:25 GMT -4
Katsumi fought the urge to roll her eyes and forced herself to remain quiet. She didn’t like the way this man was addressing her, the volume of his voice, the emotion his words were tinged with, and the choice of some of his words was enough to nearly make her want to leave the man to his own devices. Her expression remained neutral and her eyes stared at him with their usual deadness. She nearly interjected, wanting to say something to calm down the man, when she noticed his face going red but decided against it. If she was guessing the man’s personality correctly, that would just make him angrier and louder. It seemed like he was one of the types of people that she disliked, the ‘loud idiotic always correct and will get louder to prove it’ type of people.
She quietly let herself be pushed aside as the man made his way through. ‘Following and helping,Doable.’ She then realized what the man was planning on doing and quickly made action to prevent the man from coming to grievous technically self inflicted harm. One hand reaching into her bag quickly searching for something to use. Not finding anything she grabbed the man with one arm and threw her own Quirk’s effects on herself and kept the effect on herself to make sure her speed always remained at 0. Then she began to pull the man back. “Please be careful while I find a way down for you.” She began looking around for things to help the man get down.
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Post by Busty on Oct 18, 2019 0:15:25 GMT -4
Graham would make quick work to get back onto the plane and into the space where the mob still encircled Blank, the growing smoke in the cabin not seeming to bother them any. The teacher was trying his best, bless his heart, and he couldn't see much else apart from what was around him- especially the wounded passenger that was in their midst. While the other, mostly heartless snobs in the cabin would demand trivial things from their luggage to small cuts that would take precedence when the objective was search and rescue, a girl stayed seated towards the front of the seats," Help..." Her voice would croak out weakly. All that could be seen from her seat was the top of her head and sad blue eyes. A weak hand raised up slowly to try and grab Blank's attention, but to no avail. Her eyes shot over to Graham as soon as he entered, widening. She was a frail-looking child, and her eyes were dim and watery from both the smoke and panic that sent shivers through her body. The only seats in front of her had been pushed backward onto her legs, both hiding her legs entirely from sight and trapping her in her seat. There was the faint sound of liquid dripping," Everyone left..." The girl looked up at the teenager from the window seat, lip quivering as tears continued to well into her eyes but never fall as beads of sweat trickled down her temple. Her voice was hoarse and there was a cut on the side of her head, which she most likely hit against the side of the plane interior on impact. She looked panicked, even when a hero student was in her midst to help her. What came next would explain it, and a single tear finally fell and landed onto her arm- a frozen teardrop that proceeded to melt against her skin in the sweltering heat of the crashed plane," I-It's so hot. M-My legs... feel like they're melting-" Underneath the broken seats trapping the girl were two legs- solid, jaggedly cut icicle legs were underneath. It was true that they were melting, as a pool was beginning to form just below her. It wasn't just the seats being pushed against her fragile frame that was causing her pain. Her frozen legs were stuck, and drastic movements on Graham's part would make her yelp out in pain. She was stuck, plain and simple. Katsumi would be quick on her feet, grabbing a hold of the man and activating her Quirk to stop him from ejecting himself from the doorway. It would save him both time and inevitable harm, but he would still remain unappreciative as he ripped himself from her grip," Then I suppose you get to it, eh?! My luggage ain't got all damn day!" He'd exclaim, pouting like an overgrown child with his arms crossed in front of him. As he did so, however, his suit would be begging for mercy. A man approached the obese man, dressed similarly in a suit though much more fit and handsome. Instead of bulging with fat, his arms bulged with muscle and the buttoned shirt could hardly keep his chest in. A tattoo was etched into the skin on his left arm, his sleeve rolled up just enough to show it off. He'd nod to the man who was giving the student so much trouble before, and he would scoff in return," I could help you if you need it, Miss." The man spoke smoothly, charismatic as he smiled down at her," It's only luggage, and I know what it looks like. Sorry if he's given you trouble, little lady~" There was a soft chuckle at the jab at his travelling partner, his hands in his pocket as calmly stepped out of the doorway and landed without a problem- something his larger friend could never have done. Was he a Hero in disguise? It was highly unlikely, but the man was already out the door and waiting just outside on the forest floor for Katsumi to join him. Waterz- as for your portion of the post, you may simply keep going from where you left off last in the last narration post. In addition to this, I wanted to apologize for the wait! Work was kicking my ass and so I'll be extending the overall posting time limit to 72 hours. If you have any questions about the posts, don't be afraid to send me a DM on Discord!
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Post by Shizume Stradivarius on Oct 18, 2019 3:13:06 GMT -4
Shizume Stradivarius
Hibiki the Demon Bard Class 1-B Beatbox Word Count/Total: 290/1006
The woman was in one word a...well I can not use that word without current rating, but Shizume could still use that smile of hers. To her, her first memory was of her quirk. Is was so integral to her being, She had never stopped nor cared for any sort of restrictions on her use. She was very openly quirky. Loud and Proud you could say. But her peaceful nature kept her from using damaging techniques out in public. She mostly used it for entertainment purposes. The shout was the first time she ever used it in anger. So she had never seen what amounted to her heartbeat as a weapon.
On the forest floor, she let the woman pat herself on the back. A slight ego bump was essential to a healthy mind. But after clearing off a downed log, she took a few steps back and took a deep breath in. She looked for all the world like she was about to shout, but if the woman learned anything from the previous demonstration, shouting from her like this was not needed. When she exhaled her hedl breath and started flapping her lips, she looked for all of humanity like she was Shouting out for Poofles. But no sound was to be heard by the woman. Instead, Shizume hand her fingers pinching inward around her upper lip, tuning the frequency of her shout to something akin to a dog whistle. The humans and most quirkers would not hear it, but Poofles definitely would. After a few of those dog whistle shouts, she would notice the normally cool Grahm hustling to get back in. No one would risk injury like that to save a few egos. Something was up.
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Post by Graham Ashwood on Oct 20, 2019 17:09:11 GMT -4
There really was quite a bit of smoke filling up this wreckage, wasn't there? Graham had the passing thought while running through, and he could do something about the issue. As he went along, the smoke as far as he could affect it would be pulled towards him, though of course not too close to him. Well, it was only partially soot, so he wasn't perfectly efficient, though most of the gas should come along with it, hopefully. The young man wouldn't call himself a scientist, he simply hoped to be doing something helpful. Ah yes, that had been what he'd come back for.
The woman and the elderly were off the plane already, now for the child. It didn't take too much scouring to find the little girl just a smidge further down the aisle from where he'd been before, his view blocked by a high-status horde, though now it was clear there was rescuing to be done. Only an adorable head popping out over the row of chairs, it was his best guess that said chairs would have to be moved for her to be evacuated.
It wasn't a simple feat to keep up a smile in this predicament, and as Graham reached the lonely little lady, he'd managed a smile from his lips, though his eyes certainly betrayed his empathy. And her legs were made of ice? Oh, poor thing. Quirks always ended up detrimental in one sense or another, it would seem. Graham would have to admit the temperature inside wasn't too nice, his suit perhaps overinsulating him a bit, though he was functioning alright in comparison to the disintegrating girl up to him to save. Mr. Blank was still fully encumbered with the rowdy crowd of loudly outraged louts, and his peers were apparently caught up all the same. "Not to worry, I'll get you out of here in the blink of an eye," he said softly, promising the best he could hope to accomplish while still figuring out the method.
Alright then, he had something. Quirks might be curses, but they were blessings all the same, he had to admit, and in accordance, his carbokinesis should be able to save someone. There was still a cloud of smoke hovering around him, one that would collapse into Graham's hands to be solidified into two small bars of solid soot, hardened to hold up to the decent amount of stress they'd be under. Both of them would fly into position, on the back face of the row of chairs folded into the girl's, on either side of her. She did seem rather properly stuck, so he should give some warning, no? "Now, do take care, this may sting a bit," he alerted her as he started to push the carbon blocks forward to try and lift or bend the constricting chairs off her slowly and carefully.
If this reached a point where he could fit between himself, he'd try to do so. "Can you move yourself along this way?" he would ask the goal of his efforts, extending a hand to attempt to pull her out of the death trap with. It wasn't likely she'd be walking out of the plane herself, with those legs, but at least her arms could help her scoot along out of there, or her other arm at least if she did take hold of his. Given her presumably low weight, it shouldn't be too difficult to carry her out of the debris himself, to a point decently far away before calling for any kind of medic, hoping the autumn cold would be enough to stop her legs from melting any further. Before that, though, his rescue attempt would have to prove successful. And if he did end up having to help her out of the plane, he'd rather have her mind off the injuries she'd attained, so he'd pose a question that crossed his mind. "Say, what was a little lady like yourself doing all alone on a flight?" he'd ask as kindly as he could muster saying anything.
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Oct 21, 2019 15:07:39 GMT -4
‘I have decided…’ IIda Katsumi thought as she continued to deal with the rich fat man. Her eyes wandered over to how the others of the team were doing and saw that they were off dealing with their own situations. ‘That dealing with the rich and social is more trouble than it’s worth.’ She took a deep breath when the man forced himself off of her saving grip. ‘But that’s literally what I already suggested, such inefficient use of time.’ She kept her expression neutral as she stared at the man with an unblinking gaze. “Roger, I will go retrieve the luggage now.”
‘Oh thank fuck.’ She internally swore in relief when a man dressed in the same suit as the fat man approached them and inserted himself in the situation. At the very least he seemed to be more reasonable the the man she had been dealing with. “Yes, help with retrieving the luggage of the man would be acceptable.” She decided to accept the civilian’s help. She watched him go and land without trouble outside and Katsumi moved to follow him before pausing. “Please take a seat sir. We will return shortly with your belongings.” She adressed the man before leaping out the door and falling to the ground. At the last second she used her Quirk to slow her descent, letting her land gracefully. “Let us be be quick.”
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