Stranded [Elise Evacuation]

Jace suited up as he prepared to head out, putting on his hero costume in his room, staring at a reflection of himself in a mirror both to make sure everything was on right and also for more reflective purposes. His hero costume really wasn't hard to get on, just tedious since it consisted of a waist cropped, high collar flak jacket vest and mesh undershirt to help with any cuts and scrapes, even if it seemed rather unlikely that the undead puppets would come out wielding swords and knives. Still, being able to catch and prevent just regular scratches sounded nice and useful; besides, it wasn't like they were his sole ensemble, as he wore his UA gym shirt under the mesh undershirt for decency and also because it was the only other flame proof shirt he had, along with what seemed to be cargo capris and sandals due to them allowing him to use his claws on his feet when transformed. It was an unusual outfit, and one clearly meant more for mobility than protection, which was only natural given the red-headed boy specialized more in recon and stealth than direct confrontation.

This might seem strange given that this mission was almost certainly going to involve just that, but Jace had gotten a pretty much guaranteed in, a personal reccomendation from Aquataine herself. There had been some natural trepidation allowing the French boy on such an important mission giving his wanting performances in Fort Slog, but apparently not enough to make her feel the need to withhold her very important vote. Though honestly, Jace wasn't having the best luck, from breaking his femur while doing exactly what Aquataine warned him not to do âne becoming reckless in Fort Slog, to having ended up in an extremely one sided battle against the dreaded killer clockwork, Jace was on a bit of a negative streak. Still, the boy was hoping that this time it would be different, especially with a teacher around. And so, Jace stared at his reflection one last time, looking more solemn than usual, and not just because of the fact another catastrophic event was happening so shortly after the last, but because he really wasn't able to feel like a hero the more he looked at himself, at his face. But that would be something to focus on later, as soon he got the message, and it was time to finish preparations.

For most, watching a possum fly a plane would be a strange sight. And Jace would still be included in that group, even if he knew Perry had multiple instruments of flight ranging from planes to balloons, it was still comical to see a possum flying a toy plane. But this toy plane packed a punch, having been fitted personally by Perry himself. But while Jace was more or less aware of the capabilities of his sensei, his teammate was beyond an unknown factor. He definitely wasn't a third year like himself, even if he managed to actually look older than the young looking red head with his built features and muscular body compared to Jace's much smaller build. Really the only thing that might suggest that Jace was older was the few measly centimeters Jace managed to have on the dark skinned boy. And as Perry sensei finished up preparing his plane and getting it flight ready, Jace would continue studying this unknown partner, Jason or something of that nature if the chat had been correct. Honestly, he didn't look familiar in the slightest, not even in passing in the dorms. When exactly did he get here? Are they sending out a newer arrival for this mission? Jace would think to himself, but as he got lost his thought his discreet glances turned into a more obvious stare, lost in his thoughts until he realized what'd happened, and the boy would give one of his signature deep red blushes, before quickly turning away again. And sooner than later, Perry's plane would sputter to life, and they'd be off.

As they followed the soaring, red mini plane being flown by one of the smartest beings in the world, Jace would show part of what he was capable of. Tufts would appear on his head as his ears grew sharper and rounder, his body tensing as his nail and teeth growing sharper, though his teeth weren't quite visible at the moment, and of course, a very noticeable, fluffy cat-like tail would grow from his tailbone. All in all, it was a very short transformation, only taking a few seconds, but also not the most visually impressive. But that was fine, and it wasn't like this was all his quirk could do. But igniting his fur now would be pretty pointless, so for now he was simply in his usual cat boy form, and his claws would prove more than enough to handle the stray zombie that crossed his path as they went. Now what Jace didn't know what to expect was how his teammate would approach things, or even what his quirk was really. But whether the dark skinned, blonde boy decided to use his quirk to help travel or fight the strays they came across wouldn't matter too much, as soon they'd quickly arrive to a bit of a mess. A huge group of zombies, all grouped together. No wonder Elise had messaged the school about needing some backup. Jace would watch his history teacher who was always so loose with homework reenact an era of nearly two hundred years ago during the first great war, diving down on his enemies as he straffed along, firing projectiles into the horde. And this direct assault, along with however Jaison decided to approach the situation, allowed Jace some breathing room to do his thing. Jace's specialty was stealth true, but his goal to be a reconnaissance hero specifically was largely due to the fact that he had a second talent as well, enhanced senses.

Jace would smell the air, and he'd be barraged with multiple things, all of it disgusting. The stench of corpses filling the air to the point the boy actually coughed and gagged, turning from the horde to get something resembling fresh air. And it'd be during this assault on his senses that Jace's now extreme hearing would pick something up, an explosion in the distance, and as he sniffed the air once more, mixed with the scent of death was a tinge of smoke. And both had seemed to come from over the ravine. Perry sensei, there was an explosion down in the ravine! But as Jace yelled to his dogfighting teacher, unsure he was being heard, Jace would notice it. How grouped up the zombies were, Perry picking off those in the edges. This left an opening on the edges, and an opportunity to slip by. The red headed boy wasn't sure how long tge the corpse puppets would keep interest in Perry's plane, but for all the meek boys many faults, he wasn't one to hesitate.

He'd bolt for the opening, moving on all fours as he clung towards the guard rail and away from the horde as much as he could, trying to keep combat to a minimum as he focused more on stealthily getting by unnoticed, minding every sound he made while Perry sensei kept their attention. And if all went well, he'd be rewarded with another smell. Something familiar, but not, citrusy and very familiar to one of Jace's closer friends and by happenstance Ekise's brother Luka. And so Jace would hop the guardrail heading toward the scent, still on his toes, and unsure just what he'd find.

Go out and assist was the orders she was given.  Mizuki knew that being slow here was not a good option, but she would take her time to assess the situation.  Don't slow down. That was what the young Haymaker kept repeating to herself as she ran through the streets of Musutafu. Mizuki blazed through the streets, twin trails of lightning following in her wake. She felt different. Like the first time in her life, she was on a path that she forged for herself. For so long she had been running from an identity that she had forged for herself in order to be 'perfect'. But now, here was the real her. The real person she was supposed to be.

The lines in her new hero costume lit up with yellow, blazing through the streets like a streak of lightning. The clack of her black heels hit the pavement, each step signaling the coming of the storm. Her purple hair was covered with a black wig with black cat ears combined with a black and white outfit.  It didn't hide her identity to well which is why she covered the lower half of her face white bandages, comfortable and breathable enough to perform with.


A couple of months of she thought she had the same quirk as her brother. Now she knew the truth. She was different than him. She was her own person. A small family was surrounded by two zombies, their fates almost sealed.  The hungry moans escaped their enlarge jaws as they were about to devoured their prey.  'Not on my watch,' Mizuki thought to herself as she changed course.

With the quickness of a true swordsman combined with the lightning portion of her quirk, she pulled her blue-in colored blade- one of the three swords she was given to by Niji.  Electricity charged through it as she increased her speed, her eyes glowing yellow along with her hair. [smear:#e6b919]"Lightning Breathing. First Form. Thunderstep and Flash,"[/smear:#7c57d0:0] she said calmly. With lightning reflexes and yellow steam filled with electricity, both zombies were beheaded, their bodies electrified and burnt by the lightning, falling to smaller pieces. 


She stopped in front of the family sheathing her sword, her eyes and hair returning to normal.  "It's gonna be okay," she said, pointing to the nearby medical team.  "Go with them.  They are heading to UA for safety."  The small family thanked her as they ran off with the medical team.  It felt good.  The martial art, her power, helping others... this was the answer she had been searching for.  She knew the center of her storm, Yang, was out their fighting for the lives of others.  And even though they were not standing side by side, Mizuki would fight for her too.  She knew where she wanted to be for the first time in a long time.  And even though her inner self was gone, she knew she was not alone.

From where she stood, she could a small plane flying overhead that she recognized before.  That was Perry-sensei's plane.  With burst of speed and lightning, she ran to the location of where the plane was hovering over. When she got there, she could see a large group of zombies and skeletons, seemingly group thanks to the efforts of the Possum Baron. One of the students she knew to be Jace trying to get past them, heading into the ravine where smoke was coming out.  She saw another student with hoodie planning to help out.  Whatever Jace was trying to do, it seems that he was trying to get into the ravine undetected.  "Need a hand?" she asked the boy in the hoodie, sword drawn out.