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Post by ZETA on Jul 16, 2020 16:18:10 GMT -4
"Got to keep them going- I got to!" Colt said as he stood behind Desmoshi as he took hits here and there mostly grazes- but those would eventually pile up, so Colt did his best to keep up his healing light on Desmoshi as he kept up his attacks. Colt isn't a fighter, but he can keep those who can up longer.
Despite the size and quirks of the criminals, they were handling them well enough as long as they kept up this pace- they can win! They can achieve victory and start making their way back to the school without worrying about being chased. Colt was so focused on his duties and Desmoshi that he didn't notice Monty's attitude about being split up, all Colt could focus on was keeping Desmoshi and others up and going.
But something went wrong as Desmoshi's attention got caught elsewhere for all of a moment as he got hit by a right hook right into a building. Colt flapped his wings up into the air to follow Desmoshi as he yells out, "Desmoshi-" suddenly a ring of fire surrounded the building, preventing him from going in and help.
Colt's attention was drawn away from his upperclassmen to a ball of flames flinging its way right at him as he realized it was one of the criminals using his quirk to advance at him at a wild pace. Despite Colt's body telling him to freeze up-instead, Colt's mind had an idea before his body could react. Colt stopped flapping his wings and let himself drop out of the air quickly was the only way he could dodge out of the way in time.
As Colt freefell in a drastic speed, Colt took the method of the criminal's flying method into mind- he was fast and wild- faster than Colt could hope to be, but Colt had better control of his sense of motion. So Before Colt could hit the ground, he flapped his wings once more, Half running backwards as he tried to get his footing back to get back into the air. And when the flaming man tried to redirect his path back to Colt, Colt would use his footing to launch himself skywards- He can't hope to fight the man- but he can outlast and out dodge him until somebody else can come in help him out. Or until the man's quirk burns itself out. Colt hopes this plan will work anyways. He has no other options himself.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 16, 2020 21:10:46 GMT -4
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This...this was fine, building's on fire, Colt didn't even want to hear the options he had, a person who should have known him best and where his heart reside. People could die because he didn't have the right support and Colt was too goddamn stupid to even consider this, the boy he thought he knew lived in a dark...narrow hallway. Could he really be a team with someone like that who genuinely was so self centered and neglected the lives of those in immediate danger? Part of him wanted to break down and just cry in that moment of hopelessness, but he had to steel himself and stay strong.
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Not for Colt, not for himself, but these people who were in a hopeless situation without him getting his shit together to come up with more than just break the window and try to guide them out. Was he such an awful person that no one had his back...was something wrong with him? As he was about to move forward, a bulky blur zipped past him and his eyes shot wide open as a cold sweat rolled down his cheeks. Silently, he prayed to whatever entity would listen that it wasn't some sick, sadistic villain. Well, his prayer was answered as his fellow first year reignited the dwindling flame of hope and cried out with the utmost gratitude and determination, "WILLIAM! THANK YOU, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK! EVERYONE, PLEASE REMAIN CALM, WE WILL NOT GIVE UP UNTIL ALL OF YOU ARE SAFE!"
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A sense of relief washed over him as he looked over the people who were being brought over, "It's going to be okay, we're going to make it okay...I promise..." Offering those words with a tender air about them as he spoke to the victims, a mental checklist was made so he could run them by Colt. That is if the narrow minded Dove wanted to listen at any capacity...no, you know what? Colt wouldn't have a goddamn choice, he'd help these people whether he liked it or not! If Colt wasn't going to give a shit about him as a person, he'd force him to care about the well-being of others because that's what heroes are supposed to do!
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Ripping off pieces of his shirt, he knew it wasn't much, but he was making bandages as best as he could. The worried, yet somehow calm blonde getting consent from them before tying the cloth around any wounds, he also listened intently for either William requesting back up or...some asshole villain who wanted them to feel the burn. To add more suffering. Make things even worse. Try to kill people.
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As he looked toward the fiery villain who threatened everything they were working so hard to defend and protect, rescue and save...something snapped in him. A feeling he'd only been acquainted with, was about to be properly introduced to. Upset wasn't the word, nor was pissed. Anger was putting it in a polite fashion. Enraged, livid or furious were better ways to sum up the sensation burning away at his sound mind. Calm, nice Beaumont clocked out and passed the time card on over to calm, seething rage Beaumont who wasn't going to take any shit and protect the hell out of these people.
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"Please. Stay calm." Eerily cool words escaped him and he shouted firmly toward his ally and new friend. "WILLIAM, WE HAVE A SITUATION, PLEASE GET THESE PEOPLE TO SAFETY! I'VE GOT YOUR BACK!" Then sprinted at the fire bastard. If his opponent took a moment to look into this boy's eyes, it's like he sold his soul and left any and all regrets into a goddamn fire. This was someone who had nothing to lose, charging through the fire and dispelling it like a candle in the wind as he leapt right through it. No fucks were given about the burns upon his skin and his excuse for self defense was made.
"YOU! HOW ABOUT YOU FUCK WITH SOMEONE WHO CAN DEFEND THEMSELVES, SICK SON OF A BITCH!" Barking out those words as he built up momentum as he mapped out this man's demise in his head. The furious blonde was in mid air and slammed his fist into his palm before gripping upon it tightly, angling his elbow at the man's face and leaning all of his weight into the blow. If this succeeded in knocking him down, there was going to be a knee in the lower portion of the man's gut and a swift punch directed at his solar plexus. Even though he didn't have much strength and needed to rely on built up momentum, he had precision and all the training he put his body through on his side.
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Fuck this guy in particular, make him stop moving, that's what every fiber of the teen's being was saying...but he was making sure not to do any death blows. No, just make him stop moving so he can't hurt anyone else. The only blood he wanted on his hands was from physical blows with this man still breathing, not death. If the elbow hit initiating his combo missed, he would maneuver his position to aim a kick the villainous bastard on the side with a round house guided by the heel of his foot to the side of his ribs as a second wind effort as a means of knocking him away from the rescue efforts.
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Post by William Butler on Jul 17, 2020 3:23:44 GMT -4
William blindly helped the last two civilians through the broken window, he called out for Beaumont to take them away from the fight but was he was unable to hear any response back. With the last ounce of his strength he heaved himself out of the window and landed with a hard thud on the unforgiving concrete. William's blurred vision began to return as he wiped the soot and ash from around his eyes. What he did not expect to see was Beaumont charging at a criminal and yelling in a violent rage. Oh crap, I go in a burning building for ten freaking seconds and he tries to get himself killed. Between fits of coughing up smoke from his lungs, William tried his best to calmly relay orders to the civilians." Get...... Far away...... from building...........".
All he could hope for now was that the civilians got a safe distance away from the building so he could focus on another pressing issue. Beaumont being a reckless, blonde headed fool and rushing at a fire wielding criminal. He would be lying if he denied that seeing Beaumont in danger didn't give him just the strength he needed to force himself off of the ground. Besides he was the only reason he was here in the first place, chasing after him like a concerned parent right into this shit show. But that didn't matter at this point, people were in trouble and it was time for The Knight King to do what he loved to do.
Blue energy crackled around William's body like electricity sparking off of his skin. That energy began to grow, connect, and take shape, in a matter of seconds William was encased in the top half of a massive armor construct. He made sure to position himself so his armor stood between the civilians making they're escape and the ensuing chaos. With one arm of pure energy he scooped up a giant fistful of debris and rubble that had gathered from the fighting. He intended to stay in this position to continue shielding the civilians as they escaped, but at the very least he could make himself useful and help out his other classmates from a distance. He reeled his arm back as the construct responded in perfect unison and launched a scattershot of concrete towards the criminal Beaumont was currently engaging.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2020 1:31:42 GMT -4
Mizuki could hear the cracking of the pole. Crap. She couldn't hold it for much longer. She could feel the heat and an orange glow coming from the direction behind her. It seemed that she and Miku-senpai were about to get fried by a giant fireball. Well, freaking fantastic. Not only would she be crushed by a giant electric pole, but she was going to get cooked as well. She was all out of ideas, she was holding up the poles while Miku was holding the wires. She could dodge but the pole would fall onto Miku if she did not get away in enough time.
Or so she thought. When something happened that she never thought she would see in her life. As the first years charging into the fray had delivered a devastating elbow drop/pocket debris combo to the face of the villain shooting the fireballs at them, followed up with some pretty good combo hits. Nice. Perfect teamwork was how they were going to survive all this and get Yuuei safely. But there was one problem to address.
The pole cracked as it gave way, starting its descent on the two female heroes. 'No,' Mizuki thought to herself. Everything felt like slow motion for her as she turned to look at Miku. She wanted to tell to get out of the way but there was no time. 'I don't want to lose,' she thought to herself frantically. She thought back to the Redhorn incident and how she messed it up. 'I don't want to fail again. I WON'T FAIL!'
At that moment, she grabbed the pole as she shut her eyes praying that she was able to hold up. But then, the usual sound of crashing did not happen. Mizuki opened her eyes to looked at what she grabbed for. It was at the crack that was splitting pole encased in solid ice, keeping the pole and holding it in place. 'What did I just do?' she asked herself her hands encased in ice.
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Post by Miku Hajimari on Jul 23, 2020 6:06:31 GMT -4
Huh, well this was a predicament of a situation. Pick your poison. A fireball or electrocution? Well, if Miku had to choose she'd rather get Thundershocked. She looked at her nameless partner who she didnt know how to call. The pole she was holdng was cracking and she didnt seem strong. Miku had to choose to let go of the wires and stop redirecting the elctricity in order to help her partner from being crushed. Miku looked at her and her partner looked at Miku. What was the young one thinking?
Closing her eyes, her partner froze the pole and apparently did not know she can do that. Miku not really waiting for any answers had to act quickly. Time was of the essence. She dropped the wire and quickly reached in her fanny pack and grabbed a seed as she charged at Mizuki. As she charged towards her, she used her quirk. The seed in her hand grew into vines that entanged and enveloped her arm, her torso and other arm, it gave her a much more muscular look. She used her artificial muscle to grab the pole and stabilize it and keep it straight from falling "Thats it" she said. And then for a second turned to Mizuki "Are you ok?"While waiting for the answer, she looked at the carnage around them. God where to even start "I wish G was here" she thought to herself, sadly her Vigilante parent was away, dealing with a whole swarm of villains in Tokyo solo. Once Mizuki answered, Miku would say "Ok, I think your brother is tied up in a whole slew of mess. But I think he can handle himself. We gotta divide and conquer. Tag team with" looks around "her" points to Yang since she doesnt know anyones names. But also cuz it seemed like Yang was solo from her point of view. "I'll just try to help as many people as I can" she is determined to stretch herself thin. If anyone needed strength, healing, range, support, electricity diversion, she was gonna make sure to be everywhere. Her eyes were peeled and she was ready to assist anyone. Until then she dealt with mooks so they wouldnt dare attack any civillian or student
-Miku stays as support to anyone who seems to be in trouble
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Post by Yang on Jul 23, 2020 20:36:58 GMT -4
Yang / Red
Yang was about to help Desmoshi. It definitely looked like he needed help but that old man got caught on some rubble. She could hear his cries of despair and panic as the villain stated that the old man looked like a meal for him to devour as his black ooze quirk made its way to the old man. She sneered. This old man couldn't do something as simple as getting the hell out of this area.
She had to stop in her tracks and quickly attempt to save this man. There was no telling if she would be successful. Only time could tell if she would be successful enough. Of course so many things could go wrong. She could be too slow, she could trip, the old man wouldn't leave, or the villain could have other plans with this old man. All of these questions swirled in her head as she ran towards him.
Tick tick tick...her quirk was active and she was wasting time literally to save an old man who failed to escape. But it wasn't like she had a choice. She was attempting to be a Hero. A hero wouldn't let this old man die no matter what the circumstance currently is. She cursed silently as she inched closer and closer to the old man.
Thank goodness she had a natural speed to her. It seemed to help her out in this circumstance. She made it to the old man and was able to get him out of his situation but not out of her own. Of course she forgotten about the black ooze, it had touched her skin. She had cried out as it burned her. It was literally going to liquefy this old man. Now it was attempting to do the same with Yang.
However; she reacted and it was a pretty violent reaction. She subconsciously lashed out with her blood. It got the black ooze to back off momentarily so it wouldn't be hurt by the impact. Some how the old man was right out of her range as she lashed out. But the blood that she was using now splattered on the ground around her. Where it impacted the ground, she broke it.
Of course she quickly retracted the blood and a portion of it went to the wound. She had regeneration, this would heal her but she would still need medical help. It was annoying that she would need to seek medical help after this combat. She gritted her teeth and picked up the pole that was now broken free. The remaining blood that she didn't use to regenerate had encased it. It was a weapon probably the the best weapon in the world but something she can use.
She thought she heard Miku tell Mizuki to help her out. It wasn't like Red didn't need the help but Yang would never forgive her if Mizuki got hurt. The clock is still ticking. Red wasn't sure how much longer she could continue before ultimately succumbing to exhaustion. But she had a bone to pick with the villain that had black ooze as a quirk. She had a temper and it definitely was showing. Of course this could count as retaliation but at the same time this is also considered self defense. She definitely lashed out at the villain, enclosing in on him, and attempting to strike him with her lovely weapon.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2020 4:11:07 GMT -4
Another brick wall was met with the colliding force of Desmoshi being thrown through it. Dang, how many walls were in this place? This was getting annoying. But he had bigger problems to worry about. "Ikari, stop this," Desmoshi said standing up to face his foe. His suit was ripping piece by piece after being thrown around so much. He had cuts running down his body and on the side of his face, slowly bleeding bit by bit. But he was still standing. "There are people who need help. I don't have time to do this with you."
The younger man gave a wide grin as he looked toward Desmoshi. "Time? Time?! You took that away from me, you freak!" Ikari delivered another blow to Desmoshi's jaw, sending him skidding into a nearby wall and out the back of the building into a new opening. As Desmoshi lied on the pavement, coughing up blood, Ikari approached through the hole in the wall. "This is your fault!" he yelled, grabbing Desmoshi by his collar, looking him the eyes. "Because of you, I became this freak! Do you think I forgot about our middle school days? I didn't!" He delivered another punch to Desmoshi's gut causing him to double in a pain.
"When you broke my jaw, I was sent to the hospital for two weeks," Ikari continued, an evil glint in his eye. "Imagine my surprise when I found out I was a freak like you. Muscle Tension they called it. The ability to expand and regenerate muscle. I was labeled as quirker and kicked out of school- all because of you!" He kicked Desmoshi in his side, causing him to cough up more blood and grunt in pain. "You gave me your disease! I had to steal and hurt a lot of people to get what I needed until they caught me. Then they sent me to that stupid prison for two years. And guess what I got to see on the screen? You playing superhero at that stupid festival! Seems like your freaking life turned out perfect while mines was complete crap!"
Desmoshi slowly stood up, blood slowly dripping from his mouth. “You can’t blame me for your misfortune,” Desmoshi said gasping for air. “Quirks are not a disease. You need to leave the past in the past and move…! Ack!” Desmoshi coughed up in pain as another hit was delivered to his midsection and he fell to the ground in pain
“Shut up!” Ikari yelled at Desmoshi. He gave an evil smile to the young Haymaker. "But now, Ishtar has delivered unto me another chance. Another chance to wipe the floor with you. You took everything from me. So I will do the same for you. Starting with you. Then your friends. Then I will finish it off with your sister."
As he was about to deliver another blow, it was caught by Desmoshi, his gripping strength increasing in rage. He looked up slowly to Ikari, his eyes glowing green with anger. "What did you say?" Desmoshi said, his once cheerful voice filled with anger. He slowly got up, his hand crushing Ikari's. "You will not hurt my sister nor my friends!" He pushed Ikari away from him, a large gust of wind washing over the area. “Since you want a Round two so badly, I will give it to you!”
Desmoshi took in a huge breath and released green steam from his mouth and nostrils. [smear:#5ee619]“Air-breathing! Seventh Form!”[/smear:#b2becb:0] The green steam wrapped around him as a giant face of a green wolf appeared behind him, large enough for the whole town to see. When the steam settled, Desmoshi was wearing a green boxing robe made of swirling wind. A wolf head adorned his head and had four arms made of wind with wolf heads at the end, howling loudly in pride. The lines in his hero suit became green in color. [smear:#8ce619]“The Howling Champion! Wolf King Boxer!”[/smear:#8290a0:0]
Back to the chaos at hand
Colt had managed to outmaneuver his opponent as the man of fire came crashing to the ground trying to catch him, creating a smoldering crater beneath him.. “You think a little pavement is going to stop me?!” he yelled continuing his pursuit. “I’m just getting warm up!” He exhaled a large amount of fire aiming it directly at Colt.
The black ooze was getting prepared to devour his opponent but dodged at the last second when he saw Yang’s blade coming for him. He reformed staring at the young girl. “How dare you get in the middle of my meal?!” he yelled. At that moment Mizuki joined at that moment. She had used the water from her quirk to put the fire out that was going to consume the building before joining the two in the confrontation. “And you have a little friend. I am going to enjoy this,” he said with an evil smile, charging at the two with razor-sharp claws.
Miku might have been spreading herself a little thin, but her efforts were paying off. Her efforts help the people escort out of the area safely. Her dragon companion took the tackle head-on but stood its ground. “Why won’t you go down?!” the giant bellowed his foot crashing into another building. The giant had never tangled with a dragon before and the look of worry spread across his face. He aimed another punch at the dragon, hoping to take it out. The dragon was definitely was faster, and making him more sluggish for an experienced fighter to use to their advantage. He seemed to be tripping over buildings as he tried to keep up with the dragon. Even better, he was right over the local greenhouse for the area...
Monty’s fist came colliding into the face of a man as William blinded him with stones. The family thanked the group before retreating out of the area with the man that Yang saved earlier. “I wipe all of you out!” he yelled, the area growing extremely hot around them. “I take out this entire town in one go! I will take us all to hell!” His body lit up like a bomb getting ready to explode. If he went off, everyone in the area was doomed. Did the young heroes-in-training have a plan?
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Post by ZETA on Aug 2, 2020 17:16:57 GMT -4
Colt has out dodged his attacker with his flying skills. Colt was doing his- best, but no matter what he was at a disadvantage, his quirk was purely supportive-it had no use in combat against this man who had an offensive power. Colt had no chance against him in a straight fight of strength, and power-but Colt has one thing over his- the power of wills and healing behind his back. And the man was still chasing after him. So Colt had an idea of what to do next.
Colt pretended to fly away from the man. But he was scanning the area quickly and then he found it, a Trashcan lid. Colt scrambled to get it as the man started to prepare his threat and next attack. Colt quickly prepped the makeshift shield, and as the man took in a deep breath, Colt flew directly at the man, protecting himself with the weapon. And Colt would keep pressing forward even as the flames hit his shield, and the searing pain from the heat threatened to make him let go he wouldn't. He has the power of healing and cleansing on his side. Colt kept flying into the flame as fast as Colt could-pushing his quirk to its absolute limit to take down this man.
Colt using every aspect of his quirk to keep flying forward, cleansing-Healing and Regenerating the burns as they appear on his skin and flesh. A hero has to protect people-no matter the pain or suffering they have to go through to get it. Colt screams in pain as the flames licked away at him, and the strain of his quirk pushed beyond its limits. But the pain would pay off if Colt reached the apex of the source of flames, and Colt would use the last of his strength to cover the man's face with the searing hot trashcan lid that was starting to melt at its edges and smacking him repeatedly with it.
That's all he can hope for, Colt, isn't a fighter, but he can still be a hero.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 16, 2020 9:01:48 GMT -4
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Thank the vast and fantastic universe for William's support!
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Flipping backward and using his arm to shield his face from the debris with his arm, Beaumont was definitely not in the best shape from getting his skin burnt and all that great stuff. Granted, he could have been more careful, but the situation didn't call for being delicate. This was a nightmare on stilts and he took a moment to catch his breath, trying to sort out how in the world to stop this guy! Unfortunately, he wasn't strong enough to toss this guy into a puddle of water...or mess up a hydrant enough to blast him with a jet stream of water.
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This guy was out to kill everyone and one plan involved using his quirk, geebus...he hated his quirk sooooooooooooooo much!
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Slamming his fist into his own stomach, with one hand out to catch the burning hot metallic putty and you know what Beaumont did next? The blonde boy wobbled over looking like a determined zombie while clenching his teeth, then quite literally slam dunked the burning metallic putty on this guy's face. Oh man and he shook the remaining bile off of his hand in the wants to go nuclear guy's direction before Beaumont flopped over on his side, the blue eyed boy looking completely spent. Hopefully William could finish the job, using his quirk for a last ditch effort ripped out the remains of his energy and needed to rest for a little bit at this point considering how much damage his body sustained PLUS throwing up piping hot metal.
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An older civilian who was a retired firefighter was trying to get the supplies they needed to put out the fire, having his face covered up as a makeshift filter to avoid suffocating in the smoke. Thanks to that brave boy, they'd managed to find what they needed...but he dropped everything when he saw the boy fall. "Shit! Kid! KID! HANG IN THERE!" Running quickly toward him while avoiding debris, he didn't have a lot of time...but at least he took out that guy with all he had. "You did good, kid...c'mon, we're getting you outta here..."
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Making sure the boy was still alive, he felt such relief wash over him since even though he'd bring out a corpse just for the sake of a family getting closure, it was better for people to be reunited with their loved ones. With as much care as he could possibly muster in a time of crisis, he scooped the winged boy up, making his way to safety. Was this a U.A kid? Probably...that or it was just a quirker caught up in this god forsaken mess and just trying to protect himself and others. Immediately after getting out, the older man quickly helped with applying first aid with whatever he had on him.
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Honestly...it broke his damn heart that they were in a society where children had to deal with this kind of shit. Part of him wondered if maybe it was the government playing on the hopes and dreams of most children wanted to be heroes and save the day...
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At what cost, though...shit. Well...he didn't have a quirk and had to do things the old fashioned way. The man made his rounds and aided in taking care of injured civilians as best as he could, even directing and guiding folks to safety. Even though he wished with all his heart that these kids didn't have to deal with all this bullshit, he was rooting for them to succeed!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2020 2:13:19 GMT -4
Mizuki joined next to Yang the two standing together. It looks like Colt took down his guy as she watched the retired firefighter carry him off to the safe area. William and Beaumont's effort took down the nuclear man. William used his quirk at the last second to create armor- around the exploding man. The large explosion sounded through the area, sending blue chunks into the building. When it was over, the nuclear man was lying on the ground his energy spent from his attempt to wipe them out. His clothes were in smoldering ashes and he was smoking from the explosion. The medical group came and checked on both William and Beaumont, suggesting moving both of them to the safe area. That was a good call for Mizuki to set a safe area ahead of time.
"You should be worried about yourself!" said the black oozing monster. Mizuki felt a surge of pain as he sent his clawed hand through her shoulder. Mizuki screamed in pain. The black tendrils whipped at Yang to keep her away from their altercation. "Game over, little girl," the oozing monster said. "You lost. My quirk allows me to control black slime from a remote area. My real body isn't even here. So you will never catch me." Mizuki was bleeding profusely. She had a plan in mind and this guy just made it easier. "Thanks for letting me know that," Mizuki said smiling, the blood traveling down her lip.
Mizuki squeezed her wound harder letting the blood leak more, pooling on her clothes and the ground. "Are you trying to kill yourself, idiot?!" the black ooze yelled. Mizuki let her quirk go to work. She wasn't killing herself- she was giving Yang ammo. "No," she said still smiling. "But here's a science lesson. What happens when you super freeze liquid?" The black ooze panicked realizing what Mizuki was aiming for. But it was too late. Mizuki was freezing the liquid inside and out. "If you had someone inside, this would be so much harder," she said watching the eyes of the ooze. "But since you are not here and this is made of complete liquid, it makes this thing of yours easier to destroy.
The ooze screamed out as it was frozen solid into a black ice statue. "Yang! Now! Use my blood and finish it!" she yelled. It was last thing she said before passing out on the frozen claw. She was spent but alive, thanks to the suit that Charolette made for her. She would have to thank her once she was out of the infirmary.
Somewhere elsewhere no one else can see.
The man in the shadow held his in pain. His connection was broken. His ooze monster was gone. "Dammit," he said to himself. He can't believe he fell for that. "My best chances now is to get out of here. I don't have enough strength to make another one." He slowly disappeared into the night leaving a trail of black ooze.
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Post by Miku Hajimari on Aug 30, 2020 10:34:47 GMT -4
The giant spoke to Miku's dragon. But Miku's dragon, just shut its electric breath at its foe. Why? Because the dragon can not speak. It is not living. Its a puppet Miku controls. He punched the dragon. And yes, he did damage it. But it was fruitless when the puppetmaster was safely controlling the construct. All in all, the dragons agility was something the foe couldnt deal with. He seemed sluggish and tripped over. But then Miku noticed a greenhouse.
Perfect
She used her power and controlled the plants there that reached out to the enemy. Vines, branches of all kinds of plants wrapping around the foe and restraining them. She took care of the ooze with her plants, slice and dice and everything. Miku was gonna keep this foe restrained until a Pro Hero or a police authority arrived to take care of them. She then looked around at the chaos and the climbax and the resolving of said chaos. Well it seemed everyone was done. Miku wishes she can do something and use her quirk to escort the students away. Well, she has an idea to create more contructs and guide them to use. And once they exit her range, they can glide to UA slowly and gently. But leaving these people alone without authorities is bad.
But, if the police or heroes arrive to take care of the situation. She can use her Quirk so everyone can safely get a ride to UA with her. The real question was. Many small dragosn for each student. Or one big one that would totally drain her?
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Post by Yang on Aug 31, 2020 19:41:23 GMT -4
Yang / Red Tick tick tick-tock goes the clock. Red was running out of time, she knew she was running out of time. How much time she wasn't completely sure. It wasn't much time left, her breathes were haggard. But she had to press forward. Surprisingly the black ooze quirk user had dodged her attack and instead shifted his focus onto Mizuki. "No" she whispered.
Her pleas were ignored as he sent a black ooze after Mizuki. Mizuki had just joined Red in the fight. Which Red could need the help. But the criminal had almost immediately went after her. Red's reactions were too slow. Mizuki got hurt and her screams had pierced Red to the core. It had triggered something in Red. Red could hear something cracking. She wasn't sure what but last time she heard this sound she lost complete control of her quirk. Was that going to happen this time?
No she couldn't lose complete control here and now. There would be no telling what she would do to the people she cared about. Right this is when Red realized her feelings for Mizuki. It was so convenient and crucial for her realize how important Mizuki was to her. It gave Red the edge to not lose complete control of her quirk. Before Red realized it Mizuki had created an opening for to use.
However it didn't come easily. Mizuki was bleeding pretty harshly thanks to the black ooze guy. But he did say something that caught their attention. This wasn't his real body. This meant that Red could destroy this thing. She made a mental note to describe this asshole to her father after this situation is over. But right now they had to make it out, alive.
Red smiled as Mizuki froze the black ooze solid. She as going to enjoy every minute of destroying this thing. However; there was slight hesitation because Mizuki wanted Red to use her blood as a source. Red didn't like that fact but considering how solid this ooze was, she could use the spare blood. But there was no telling what effects it would have on Mizuki. She gritted her teeth as she made the painful decision to use it.
"I'm sorry" she whispered softly towards Mizuki. Red had quickly manipulated the blood Mizuki had split for her. Her aura had changed, it was terrifying. Anyone who could read it, knew that Red had a very murderous intent around her. She didn't hide how she felt at this moment. This bastard had stolen from her, had hurt her, and now hurt the person he cherished. Even if it wasn't the real person she wanted to make sure that where ever the person was watching knew he made an enemy.
She had manipulated the blood and harden it to where it could break concrete. She smiled bitterly as she used the pole as a handle for her manipulated blood and shattered the frozen black ooze. She made sure not to leave a chunk behind. Of course she probably would be in some trouble for this later. But that was later, right now she was more worried about Mizuki. She turned to look at Mizuki after finishing her fake opponent and was about to ask her if she was okay but her time was up. Exhaustion hit her and it hit hard. Mizuki had seen this maybe once before while they were on the training grounds with Yuuto. However not to this extent.
Before Red realized it, she had collapsed onto the ground. She cursed silently and attempted to keep conscious the battle wasn't over, yet. But she couldn't. "I'm sorry" she whispered again as her world began to slowly fade into black.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 4:32:14 GMT -4
Desmoshi and Ikari
Desmoshi stood in front of his opponent, sheathed in boxing robes made of wind. The wolf-head that adorned his wind-made hood howled with pride. The four arms were now swirling hurricanes for arms, each end complete with a giant wolf fist. Desmoshi's eyes glowed green as he stared down Ikari. "Last chance, Ikari," Desmoshi said cooly. He was worn and a little beaten-down, but he still had a few rounds left in him. Ikari smiled at the young Haymaker. "You think by some fancy clothes made of wind is going to-"
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a wind-infused fist smack him in a jaw. The force sent him flying into the wall nearby, the sound of crumbled stone being heard throughout. The dust kicked up covering the fighting space the two were in. When the smoke cleared, out of the rubble came an irate Ikari. He looked at the young boy, remembering his encounter with him from their younger days. 'Not again,' Ikari thought to himself. Before he could complete his thought, Desmoshi stood in front of him.
"Again, I ask," Desmoshi said with a serious look on his face. "Stop this. I won't let you go back over there to hurt my friends and sister. Turn yourself in and get help." Ikari looked at the person before him, feeling more anger from his challenge. How dare the freak stepped up to him? Again! "Screw you-." Another fist met his face, followed by three more to his gut, lifting him upward in the air. The force sent him flying upward. Desmoshi followed, flying into the air above him. He brought all four fists together. [smear:#7fe619]"WIND BREATHING! NINTH FORM! WOLF HAMMER!"[/smear:#dcdddf:0] The attack connected with Ikari's gut again, sending him flying towards the ground. A huge crater was created, along with a giant hurricane from Desmoshi's quirk, kicking up more dust.
Ikari stood again after the smoke clear, his muscle mass increased to protect him from the damage. And again, Desmoshi was right in front of him. "How can you move so freaking-?!" "Fast?" Desmoshi finished for him. "This is the stance and quirk passed through my family for generations. When combined, I am an unstoppable force to be reckoned with." Desmoshi was a blur again, standing only a few inches from Ikari's face. "Outboxers rely on speed and staying one step ahead of their opponent. In this form, I don't need to beat you with just strength. Speed is the name of the game."
Ikari was pissed, to say the least. He jumped back away from Desmoshi, giving himself some room. "That's fine and dandy," Ikari said smiling. He grew massive, his muscles seemingly larger than when they started. "My quirk doesn't only increase my muscles but repairs it too. No matter how fast you hit me," he said charging Desmoshi with a barrage of punches, "you can never beat me, freak!" The fists seem to come in slow motion for Desmoshi. His training at UA. His hard work. It all came down to this. His body was hitting its limit. He was ending this now.
Desmoshi dodged each fist at rapid speed, getting closer and closer to Ikari. "So what?" Desmoshi asked, referring to his earlier statement. "I still hit faster and harder than you. I'll show you!" He cocked back, a clicking sound like a gun heard throughout the battleground. He continued to dodge each punch although few hit him. Yeah, he was slowing down. Finishing this now.[smear:#73e619] "WIND BREATHING! ELEVENTH FORM! KING WOLF GATTLING GUN!" [/smear:#e3e3e4:0] With the might yell of his technique, he sent a barrage of giant wolf-shaped fists at Ikari, who stood horrified at the sight before him. It was like he was seeing a hundred of them, but he couldn't stop them. Each hit felt like a ton of bricks as Desmoshi continued his assault on the unsuspecting criminal. The hits continue until he was sent flying through another wall, causing huge rocks and debris from the impact.
Desmoshi stopped his assault, the energy from his cloak fading away. He was still able to walk, but he was spent. He needed to get back to his friends before he passed out. "You think it is over?" The voice came from the smoke as a skinny version of Ikari walked out. "IT'S NOT OVER! I AM STRONGER THAN YOU FREAK! I AM-" Before he could finish he collapsed to the ground. coughing up blood. "What the heck?" Desmoshi limped over, standing over his demons. "The Wolf King Boxer technique isn't focused on power," Desmoshi said, heavily breathing. "It's focused on hitting points and causing internal damage. In boxing, the ribs and temple are the most dangerous spots to get hit. That's what I did to you. Plus, you wore out your quirk and feeling the exhaustion from it. It's over."
Ikari laughed madly, looking up at the young Haymaker. "I know who you are," he said. "I know your name. I know your sister. I'll tell everyone!" Desmoshi looked at his opponent feeling sorry for him. "So?" Desmoshi answered. "I never planned on hiding who I was anyway. I was only doing it for the UA program. I am not that important anyone would care anyway. My goal is to obtain among all. Not worry about who knows my identity."
Desmoshi turned around and started to limp off slowly. "The cops will come and get you. I didn't come to fight, but to help civilians like I was told to. Fighting shouldn't be used in means of violence or to cause pain. It should only be used to help others. I want to help you. But you need to help yourself first." Desmoshi turned around to Ikari, still seeing him on the ground. "If you want help, you can come to UA for it. When you want it. Other than that, I am not fighting anymore tonight. I am going home with my friends and that's that." Desmoshi climbed back through the hole he came through, the sounds of Ikari screaming at him echoing behind him.
Back to the plaza.
This was a mess. Desmoshi hobbled over to his sister. He could see the gaping wound in her shoulder. He knew that she would be taken care of at UA, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt. Especially her. Yang was passed out, holding Mizuki tight in her sleep. He wanted to panic. He wanted to hover over his sister and protect her. But now was not the time. Needed to stay focus. He was worn out and he needed to finish his assignment. Getting everyone back to UA. Most of the criminals they fought were rounded up by either heroes or police. The other forty were already caught before they made it to UA. Others were coming, but they would be few in numbers by the time they got there.
He walked up to Lil' Petit, his clothes in tatters. His visors were completely shattered, and he was sure that his shoulder was dislocated or broken. The other students had been returned to them, most of them passed out. He felt bad. "I didn't want it to get this far," Desmoshi said sadly. "We got caught up in all of this when the whole riot thing started. I was wanting to get them back to UA safely." Desmoshi sighed sadly. "But I think I screwed it up. If there are any problems, I will take the heat. But for now, can you get us back to UA? I know you're tired, and if you can't we can find another way." Although they came out on top, Desmoshi felt like crap.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Sept 2, 2020 5:29:30 GMT -4
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It was so difficult to keep it together and stay awake, his body felt like it was burning up, as though he had the world's worst fever. This...this was bad! His crazy plan may have worked, but...there wasn't the follow up he was hoping for. Maybe William got caught up in something? Okay...it was up to him...kind of?
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Crawling closer and dragging his limp body across the pavement, not letting the pain racing through his body from the bits of gravel scraping against is worn out body. The FIRE Guy was freaking out...but he wasn't exactly stopping, so he kept going, slowly but surely. Then, when he got close enough, he grasped onto the man's ankles and pushed his elbow onto the ground so he could roll himself onto his back and brought the fire flinging villain off balance to bring em' down! Yeah okay, apparently that seemed to stop this jack ass, better late than never!
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Holding on as best as he could, the guy tried to kick the blonde boy off of him and he closed his eyes tightly as he felt the sole of this friggin' guy's boot slam into his face. Beaumont didn't relent, no he absolutely refused! Thankfully, he didn't have to take the kicking and being dragged from the escapee villain for much longer since cops finally made it on the scene. Someone nailed the psycho with a tranquilizer and when he stopped struggling...that is when the teen who had been pushed to snap just a little bit release his assailant.
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Finally....finally it was over and he just allowed himself to drift off... "...just need to rest my eyes a bit more..." Yeeeeaaaah that adrenaline rush was totally gone.
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Post by ZETA on Sept 2, 2020 14:40:22 GMT -4
Colt after beating the man repeated with the garbage lid and once the fires stopped flowing out. Colt collapses to his side. Breathing small, shallow breathes as he held his hands close to his face and he attempts his best to heal the wounds as the burns started to numb which was a bad sign Colt knew as such.
Colt used the last of his energy to heal his hands enough feel pain once again-pain was good numbness wasn't. With the last bit of consciousness he saw a figure approached him Colt weakly reaches out to him as he weakly mumbles "Monty... I'm sorry... I should've listen---" Colt stopped once he saw it wasn't Monty.
Colt let out a small chuckle sadly as he gets picked up by the man and Colt with the last remaining words says. "I just wanted to help... it's me and Monty's dream... after all... " Colt weakly mumbles as he fell unconscious in the man's arms. The only thing that Colt could think before he fell into the inky blackness of sleep was.
Our shared dream was dead. By who's hand I dont know. But it's dead. Love is a curse. And he won't fall for it again.
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