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Post by Ramune on Apr 13, 2019 22:35:09 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl Psycho Cure was watching the kiddies attempt to “strat” and thought like a good anime villain she should give them time rather than attempt to whack them over the head with her long stick or something like that and was kind of just standing around a little bored when her phone buzzed and she pulled out a small smart phone from her chest area and tapped on the screen a few times and pulled a face.
“HEY BUNNYTAN!!”
She yelled over to the girl in black.
“THINK WE G2G!!”
Squinting at whoever the other villainess was talking to, she giggled a little.
“Woo~w is star-Justice-star your type? Serioously~? He’s kinna… seems like the type who would have all 10 volumes of "The laws of Heroics" up his butt. He’d be a shit bf, believe me. Choose someone else.”
She said with a dismissive wave of the hand before tucking the phone back into her costume. Turning to the two students before her, she gave an exaggerated sigh.
“Hey darlings, seems like I gotta go now, it was nice playing with you both I mean I know it was a little short but~ Maybe next time we can get to know eachother muchhhh more, huh♥? And sorry Metalica-tan you aren’t my favorite 3rd year...though you are way better than Himura’s poster boy over there~”
The twin tailed girl winked before leaping off the stool like an acrobat and doing a flip in the air before landing on the table nearest to the exit.
“Coming~?”
She called out to her temporary partner.
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Apr 13, 2019 23:43:36 GMT
“I guess it won’t be that easy, huh…”
Mikaku sighed as he caught movement in the corner of his eye and saw the minions charging towards them. With Ryuusei eyeballing the villain girl, he supposed it was up to him to deal with the minions.
“Ryuutan just...try not to hit me or anything yeah…”
He said with a small smile before he got into a defensive stance to prepare for the combat ahead.
Well! It was time to put the years of classes and gym to good use huh? He didn’t waste time in the Dojang for 10 years for nothing! Taking a few steps forwards, he aimed a turning reverse kick at the nearest yellow minion, before turning to intercept the other yellow minion, aiming a 360 degree kick to it’s head.
The support student had kinna seen Psycho Cure’s name SOMEWHERE on the villain listings, but he hardly paid much attention so it was just passing knowledge. It sort of worried him both the young females seemed to be totally holding back, as this was meant to be a villain attack, not a training simulation like it was sort of feeling like. What was their aim? The possibilities for what this was covering up filled Mikaku with dread.
“Ummm… ladies~, I’m not complaining or anything, don't get me wrong, I loooove the fact you two are playing with us and all but… what is your aim? Why did you two come here and… why are you being so gentle on us?”
He was pretty sure they would all be dead by now if the two actually were trying.
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Post by Froot on Apr 14, 2019 1:15:34 GMT
ROUND 5 The interesting thing was, for Isamu Suzuki , none of the villains would actually look that way. It was as if the bomb didn't matter to them. None of the masked thugs seemed to care, still attacking their respective targets. Which was good for Isamu, because despite maybe a cursory glance over, the thugs didn't pay mind. Instead, Doc answered. The feline-Quirk'd student would read on his phone a peculiar little message. Doc: Indeed. I just disarmed one myself, young Suzuki! HAHAHA! They're ridiculously easy to disarm, surprisingly. Someone with your electrical skill will handle this with easy! The message was followed by a response to the cat's image, and then second message. Doc: ... Psycho Cure? But wouldn't she be... no. No no no no no. It was quiet for a moment, but Yori would finally send an image to Isamu, an iamge of a disarmed bomb with far too many blue wires, all of which cut. The doctor would type quickly Doc: Permission to engage bomb defusal granted, young Suzuki. You may see a bomb like this. If it has an abundance of blue wires, cut them all. It sounds as ridiculous as it is. But all of them need to be cut, less the bomb is to explode too early. Sure enough, as Isamu looked behind the vending machine, there it was. A bomb in the shape of ten soda cans, distorted in appearance. And an assortment of blue wires, of which, it might require a deft hand to get to them all. But... why were they all soda cans? --- The battle was getting more insane. Nearby the feline student, Ren Wolff and Jon Lafayette were having quite the showdown with the Green and Yellow, with an extra Yellow and Psycho Cure, of all people, aiding them. Thankfully, with the help of Jon's utility belt-esque quiver, the incapacitated Yellow on their side was taken care of by Ren with a POP, leaving just the remaining Green and Yellow thugs, and the pursuing Psycho Cure. Thanks to Jon's bush of metal thorns, the arriving Yellow got a face full of Jon's silver thumb gardening skills. Another POP, leaving the Meanie Greenie, and the crazy lady. To Ren's attack, the Green had just gotten out of the way of the ice, just in time, cracking its knuckles towards the boy as Jon raced towards Psycho Cure herself. To its side, the Green thug got into a martial arts position, not talkative at all, but ready to smash this student's muppet face in. Ren was left alone to deal with it, as it lunged forward, in an attempt sucker punch the boy in the stomach, and if possible, across the room, closer to the cat who was busy speaking to the doctor. On the other side of the cafeteria, with the two Yellows remaining, the Green, thug present, and the one just arriving, and Black Rabbit , Ryuusei Himura and Mikaku Dokumi had their work cut out for them. While the Green thugs stayed nearby, Mikaku would do his best to take on both Yellows throwing their hands towards this stand-off. The one with the first attack wasn't popping, but the second got a headache; the kind that killed with a POP, as the confetti flew between the legion of spoons and Black Rabbit. The Greens would study Mikaku. One of them, after Psycho Cure yelled out loud, turned on their heel to back Psycho Cure up. The other Green, if Ryuusei or Mikaku intervened, would attempt to low kick them to trip them up, and if that didn't work, a bop right to the noggin. If Mikaku or Ryuusei didn't pursue, the remaining Green would scoop up the kicked away knife if they could, and attempt to stab at Mikaku this time, knowing it, and the downed Yellow, were the only two left to help Black Rabbit. Black Rabbit's phone began the same beep that it seemed Psycho Cure had gotten. The chat giving a similar message. To get out, because the security was coming back online. Of course it was. That bastard of a doctor seemed to have some understanding of how to reboot it. Typical, it was just getting interesting with this stand off negotiation with Ryuusei too! This was getting old. Remaining: 1 Yellow, 3 Green, Psycho Cure, Black Rabbit
P.S. The school security systems will be back online in 2 ROUNDS. If either villain does not escape before Round 7, you will be CAPTURED!
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Post by Isamu Suzuki on Apr 14, 2019 22:59:48 GMT
When the doctor seemed to protest his identification of Psycho Cure, Isamu snuck a quick picture of the cafeteria, making sure to capture Psycho Cure, Black Rabbit, and the goons in the frame, before sending that along.
Shadowkat: She said something about how they were ‘GTG.’ I think she’s planning on leaving.
Then he turned his attention to the bomb, if it even was that. At this rate, nothing seemed to make sense, but taking care of the bomb threat would have to be his top priority for the moment. There was no reason not to think this could be a real bomb, especially when the villain had demonstrated that at least one real one existed… But there was probably going to be something for the forensics experts to examine later on. He’d have to see if he could get a copy of that final report.
He normally kept a few tools tucked away in his suit’s vest, but not knowing what to anticipate, he had brought along a small toolkit in his backpack with extra things to make use of. Thankfully it seemed straightforward enough… which—not that he had any bomb defusing experience—seemed pretty odd, in itself. Still, the doctor had given him his directions, so he pulled out a few wire cutters and climbed up behind the vending machine, putting his feet on the machinery on the back of the machine and bracing himself against the wall, working himself into just the right place to… There.
It suddenly occurred to Isamu that he was standing (shimmying) right next to a live explosive while a pitched battle raged on the other side of the barrier he was behind, and a deep, primal voice suddenly shouted from within him to just run. Flee. Escape.Isamu clutched at the back of the vending machine, teeth gritted as his tiny body hypervenlated to get more oxygen, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Dammit. Get yourself together. People are counting on you.
He took a deep breath and held it, forcing his breathing and trembling hands to stabilize. Now or never. He pulled out the two pairs of wirecutters and meaneuvered them into place, and after taking a moment to double- and triple-check his work, he closed them with a definitive snip. He tensed, eyes shut as he waited for either beeping or a mercifully quick end….
And nothing happened.
He opened his eyes again and looked over the device, making sure there were no ominous readouts or anything he had missed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quickly began capping all of the wires, making sure none of them could touch each other accidentally and trigger any failsafes. When that was done, he took another picture of it and sent it to the doctor for confirmation.
Shadowkat: Does this look correct? I don’t see any other wiring or indicators on the device.
Shadowkat: Have you heard from the students in the theater? Are they having any difficulties with their bomb?
With that he carefully extracted himself from the back of the machine, dropping to the ground and resisting the urge to vomit up his dinner. Focus on the threat. That’s one danger down, but that doesn’t eliminate the top-ranking villain in our midsts. And we don’t know the situation in the theater. He peered out from behind the machine, trying to suss out the current situation of the battle while he waited for Yori’s confirmation that the bomb had been defused correctly. No sense getting embroiled in a fight if he had more work to do.
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Post by Ren Wolff on Apr 15, 2019 1:22:32 GMT
Ren helped Jon up as he kept his gaze locked on the villain in front of them, silently wondering how on earth the senior could keep such a carefree attitude in a situation like this. He could still barely stop the shaking from spreading throughout his body, a state that probably wasn't being helped by his rapidly decreasing body temperature. But he wasn't going to let himself be paralyzed by the fear and pressure any more, that would just put him and everyone else here at ever more risk than they already were. There was a job to be done, he might not have been the best person for that job, but he was here and that made it his responsibility.
A popping noise off to the side and another spray of yellow confetti signaled that his last attack had hit home, and they had one fewer enemy left to worry about. All that was left were the green from before, one more yellow approaching from the far side, and of course, the elephant in the room. The third year beside him threw down a few more of their metal projectiles, which promptly turned into large masses of metallic spikes. So their aim was to cover Isamu while he tracked down the bomb? Fine, He could do that. Ren poked the floor with the tip of his bokuto and let the frost snake out from the point of contact. Flanking the metal thorns, the ice rose up in long spikes to create chevaux de frise and further dissuade any advance on their position. The approaching yellow ran headlong into the combined barrier, with a rather ineffective pop as it's only notable effect. One more down. Unfortunately, there was already one foe in there with them, which seemed to become Ren's job as Jon turned to deal with the real threat.
"I... I can handle it. Be careful Lafayette-san." He wasn't sure how well his ally would be able to deal with someone so dangerous, but he had to trust him for now so that they didn't get hit from both sides. As long as he dealt with the green thug fast enough, he would still be able to help his fellow student anyway... hopefully. Turning around, Ren came face to face with the green thug just as it entered its fighting stance. He responded in kind, bringing his blade to bare. Before he could finish settling into place however, the thing darted forward and threw a punch at him.
Ren wasn't slow, but it was a lot faster to move your fist than it was to bring a weapon around. If he had been completely ready, he might have actually been able to use the advantage of his reach to strike first, but as things stood the best he could manage was to block. His weapon just barely made it into position and he braced it with both hands, only to find the resulting impact much more powerful than he'd been expecting. The relatively thin ice gave way under the pressure and shattered, making way for the goon's fist to continue on. Ren felt a heavy impact on his lower chest, the strike knocked slightly off target, but still delivering enough force to fracture a rib or two.
Ren bit down hard as the sudden pain shot through his body, the shock causing him to drop what remained of his weapon. His lungs screamed out in protest at the sudden pressure and he could feel himself falling backward, eyes watching the ceiling move above him. Was that it? One hit and he was going down that easily? No. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But he still had a job to do. A mass of ice burst up behind him, stopping his fall, and his hands shot out to form a vice around the green arm that was still pulling back from his chest. His golden eyes snapped back down at the green thug's mask and a gleam passed through them, just as another wave of heat passed from his body. Ice exploded out from the boy's grip, expanding into a shield around the thug's arm in an attempt to lock the thing in place. The instant it finished forming, another pulse of fresh ice would course through it, causing the side of the shield facing the construct to sprout a dozen new appendages. Twelve katanas lanced out from the frozen surface, each angled in roughly at the thug's core in an attempt to pull it into a deadly frozen embrace. With one final push, Ren took hold of his new blade-covered shield with his quirk and threw it as hard as he could, aiming to slam it into the nearest wall. This thing had to go away, now.
As the ice slipped from his control, Ren let himself slump back against the mass behind him for a brief moment, the new pain in his side instantly drawing a flinch as he exhaled sharply. Damn that stung, but it wasn't an unfamiliar pain. He'd gotten something just as bad from the bullies back at his old school... No, he could live with it if it meant he was helping his friends. A cough drew another sharp pang, but he forced himself back up anyway through a grimace. He had to keep moving. A quick check back revealed that Psycho Cure was.... moving away? She called out something about having to go and then made for one of the exits... what had changed? Were the heroes coming back? Was their mission over? Whatever the case, it occurred to Ren how incredibly lucky they were that she was leaving without having even actually attacked any of them. But then again, that just begged the question... why were they here in the first place?
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Post by Black Rabbit on Apr 16, 2019 1:34:38 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]黒い ウサギ | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ She hadn’t had a good fight since she moved to Tokyo.❞ This was entertaining, to a degree at least. Tall, dark, and edgy over here was definitely a talker, even as much as he didn’t seem like one. In fact if anything Black Rabbit was slightly more interested in the fashion show behind him. That guy hadn’t said a word to her yet, meaning that he really was a wild card in her book. So either he was someone with a more… what was the term… carry? No that’s not it. Sideline? Close but still no. Support! That’s it. Like those healer types in MMOs and stuff. Yeah that made sense. Anyway he was either one of those or he was actually stronger than spoon boy and was simply holding back for now. Which would make sense for a villain but not a hero so maybe not. Still a possibility though.
Maintaining her back and forth bouncing Black Rabbit listened to the fun little monologue that boyband was giving and mentally creating a retort for each and every point. In fact the more he talked the more she wanted him to just get the hell out of her way so she could fight some real heroes. Seriously. She hadn’t had a good fight since she moved to Tokyo. It was like all the heroes were on vacation or something, either that or all the actually strong ones just like to do PR work and not actually stop villains unless they’re told to because all the peon heroes got their heines handed to them on a silver platter.
“One,” Black Rabbit began holding up a single finger, “This isn’t even close to the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Trust me, when you aren’t a stick in the mud you do some crazy shit in high school.”
“Two,” A second finger joined the first, “I don’t know what you’re calling trouble but last time I checked the only fighting going on was with the goons over there. And if you’re waiting for some real heroes to come out here and save your pretty little ass then I’ll happily wait here with you. I’m down for a real fight and as much as I was ready to pummel your face in the promise of someone more experienced showing up just gets me worked up.”
“Three,” Three fingers now, “You’re sorely mistaken if you think that’s how things will go down. Unless they’re sending some seriously swol motherfuckers after me it’s gonna be a very different fight than you’re imagining. Seriously. You hero types always go on about this shit. Maybe someday someone will knock some sense into you and make you realize how silly all this shit about justice and doing what’s right is just plain sideways.”
“Four,” almost a whole hand of fingers now, “I’ll be completely honest with you. I couldn’t tell these guys to stop fighting even if I wanted to, which I really don’t. Hell I couldn’t tell one of them goons to go get me a sandwich.”
It was obvious what he was doing now. Stalling for time. Either over dressed here was worried about fighting her or he was actually smarter than he looked and knew it’s not smart to fight someone who you can’t tell their strength. No matter which it was she was more than happy to just sit here and wait along with him until a real set of heroes showed up. At which point she’d easily take things outside and in the odd chance that things got too harry she would just GTFO as per usual. Last she checked there weren’t many heroes who could keep up with her in the air.
“Oh, would you look at that!” Black Rabbit exclaimed as the fashion disaster spoke to her. Now he had a brain in that head of his. Wasting far less oxygen than his companion was. Still a dumbass for wanting to he a hero though. The way he spoke was… oddly familiar. It kind of reminded her of Psycho Cure in a way. They both seemed to have this way of making things sound dirty. “Good question. Honestly, I just came here hoping to get to fight some heroes, but instead you guys showed up. Kind of a disappointment really. But if you’re buddy here is right and the real heroes are gonna be here soon then I’ll stick around until they show up to relive you.”
As the scantily clad villain she was working with spoke up to get her attention Black Rabbit glanced over at her for just a second, listening as she went back to paying attention to the silverware meister. Wait… why was she saying it’s time to go? Because they had found the bomb? They both knew that wasn’t the real reason they were here so why… unless that was part of the rouse. But still they hadn’t exactly done what they were paid to do. At least not in full. She couldn’t help but sigh slightly at Psycho’s comment about black haired boy being a bad boyfriend.
“Unless you got a good reason for dipping so quickly I’m sticking where I am. After all, spoon boy here promised me a fight with some real heroes!” Black Rabbit called out loud enough for the other villain to hear her.
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Apr 17, 2019 15:36:49 GMT
“Call me Jon,” they tossed over their shoulder, barely pausing at the advancing Green. They had to trust that Ren could take care of it, like hell they’d let the first year face off a top villain. Even together. If anyone was going to get hurt, Jon had first dibs. They rolled their sore shoulder and deemed it fine to continue taking abuse.
Leave it up to a couple of bad lemons to change the plan of action and they stuttered to a stop, boot squeaking as they readjusted their stance, unsure of what Psycho Cure was doing. Jon tensed but didn’t hurl an orb at them, they only had one Ring of Steel left and had to make it count. It’d take too long to make another. Still, they pulled a blank loose, cupping it in their free hand and felt the tug of their Quirk as they poured a minute amount of concentration into the squishy orb. A small part of their lizard brain said to squish it like a stress ball but that would ultimately destroy the work they were trying to trickle into it.
This entire thing felt off kilter, but Jon wasn’t the right person to dwell on it. They were the least likely to actually stop and think through things, why the color coded villains didn’t seem so intent on stopping Isamu, why everyone was still actually alive and not missing any vital body parts. Luck? Sure. Skill? Maybe that was pushing it. Jon had to give some major kudos anyways to the rag tag bunch of students, maybe even splurge and buy them sodas from the vending machine as a thanks for not dying on me. When it wasn’t acting as cover for a bomb of course.
“I’m everyone’s fucking favorite American sweetheart,” the French student tossed back before aiming and fired off a Lead Foot at the villain’s feet as they landed atop of the table. They snapped their crossbow closed, leaving behind the smooth vambrace in its wake and kept a hold of their orb, small fingers barely able to contain it. Jon was not a violent person by nature, in fact they would have rather solved problems via a passive and lazy approach, but this would require a little more brute.
Giving one last quick shake of their hand to alleviate the sting of drawing back on the cord, Jon leapt atop of the table with all the grace of a drunken gazelle. They took the first step with their real leg atop of a wobbly seat and shoved hard enough to clear the table ledge with their prosthetic. The tip clipped it anyways and they gave a wild flail of arms to keep from going up and over the other side and straightened out just as they toed the edge of the table. In your face, table. Spinning around, they faced off the young looking woman with a wide, unreadable grin. A little bit of manic joy, a pinch of smugness and a boatload of over confidence to curb the sudden flood of adrenaline that left them feeling both invulnerable and weak.
“Looks like your buddy doesn’t want to go.” Jon flicked out their baton, letting the smooth movement snap the weapon into its full length and forced their body to relax, keeping their stance easy and open. “Guess we’re making all kinds of friends today. Touching, in an effed up kinda way. But you look like you know effed up.” They warily eyed the blade Psycho Cure had and tightened their hold around the baton’s handle with a light creak of their glove. “That’s not a knife. This… isn’t a knife either, but it’ll do. What say you, crazy pants? Just the two of us, get to know each other a little more intimately? Just need a couple of candles to add to the Cheesecake Factory mood lighting.”
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Post by Ramune on Apr 17, 2019 20:52:47 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl “Mmmmm I think our time is up...well I’m gonna get going then, if you still wanna play I kinna~ wouldn’t advise it but…”
Psycho Cure started as she looked over at her temporary crime partner. She did come to have some fun and see her son, but she wasn’t going to go and sit in U.A while probably a ton of heroes came advancing in. She wasn’t THAT bored. She had better plans than that to get his attention soon!!
“Let’s just say I ain’t gonna accompany you into some shitty cell, that would be a fucking waste of time.”
She was pretty sure they got some good footage for their “boss”- Ice Prince was trying really hard there! In her opinion the first years were the ones they needed to work as they had no media coverage about their quirks or anything, while the third years had their personal info all over the internet already. See! She WAS doing SOME work!
“Well catch you round sometime then Bunny-tan~! Byee!! Byeee cute first years and third years!”
The young looking girl said cheerfully before she looked down as she felt something hit her shoe. There was...some silver stuff on the floor by her foot. Uh oh…
“Uuuggghhhh WHYYY!!!??? What’s up with all you boys who want to keep throwing stuff at me??”
She looked down at the puddle that was holding her there.
“First its flashbangs, then it’s...what was that stuff anyway? And now… ugh… You know there’s better ways to get a girl to strip…”
She stepped out of her loafers, standing on top of them before jumping away, landing on the tiled floor of the cafeteria and ran to the door.
“I told you~You aren’t my type! God!! Get a hint!!”
The villainess yelled at the third year who was pursuing her, before turning to the hero student, her hand on the door for a spilt moment.
“Now be a good boy and go back to where you were. Just a fair warning, you will regret it sorely with whatever brain cells you have in that head of yours if you follow me out.”
She uttered before leaving through the doors in a sprint, her bare feet padding on the floor. Well, at least she didn’t lose her actual costume boots, THAT would have sucked as they are custom made!
P.C out!♥
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Apr 17, 2019 22:44:03 GMT
Mikaku’s phone vibrated, probably at the worst possible time, and he glanced at his smart watch to see who had messaged him. It was a message on the student chat app. That… could mean something bad.
Pulling out his phone, he opened the app and read out the message, mostly to himself.
“Songbird: Requesting urgent medical assistance in the Theatre, 4 students need urgent medical treatment, one has a suspected 2nd degree burn and breathing complications, one student unconscious and bleeding.”
Uh oh…
Songbird was… Raphael-kun right? In hindsight, some third years should have been mixed in with both first year groups. ...probably. But no use crying over it now. But he should go and help out if they had that many injured...
“Whoa!”
It was around that moment a minion jumped at him, attempting to stab him… or maybe he was aiming for Ryuusei, but either case, he side stepped, grabbing the minion’s wrist and twisting it’s wrist with the other hand before tripping it onto the floor with his right leg, following with a kick to it’s head. The knife clattered onto the floor when he did this and the silvery-white haired teen kicked away the knife.
“Ummm… Ryuutan? A little help…?”
He called out behind him, he could see the yellow minion nearby wasn’t…”popped” yet. He was aware his friend was having an epic staring contest with the villain girl and he felt bad disturbing but...
“10 o'clock?? Help??”
He would do it himself usually, but he was still a little busy… and he had to ideally get to his cute little kouhai who were having problems it seemed so he needed to get out of here… not to mention checking up on everyone in the room to make sure no one was hurt…
Medics kinna had it hard.
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Post by Ryuusei Himura on Apr 19, 2019 8:26:04 GMT
Eyes locked on BR, Ryuusei didn't want to look away but given that his medic was under duress, it wouldn't do to abandon them. Of all the moves that he could have made, that one would have definitely been among the worse. Which was why, Ryuusei's hand had practically been forced. Plus given that he had been holding his quirk active for quite awhile that wasn't quite the wisest move he could have made. He could feel a small headache forming and his vision began to distort ever so slightly which usually meant that he reaching his limit. He hadn't expected the two to not actually trade blows during their exchange but he didn't feel like he could take the girl lightly. Deactivating his quirk would have been optimal but whether he could have reactivated it in time to deal with the girl wasn't a risk he was willing to take. Which had resulted in him mostly pushing himself to his limit while still ultimately doing nothing. But now, like stated previously, he had no choice but to act.
Launching his arsenal of spoons towards the small girl, Ryuusei made sure to limit the speed of the projectiles. While he wasn't aiming to maim or kill, he made sure to launch the metal scooping items with just enough force to hurt. He wouldn't aim for anything in particular towards her and would shoot all his rounds in a single giant wall of 'bullets'. Immediately after launching that barrage, Ryuusei wouldn't waste time grabbing the two pots that had been left in the kitchen and raising them up. Quickly whipping his body around towards Mika, Ryuusei wouldn't pull his punches towards the faceless minions. Quickly launching both pots towards the yellow minion, Ryuusei attacked with the aim of incapacitating. He wouldn't have time to admire his work however as he'd quickly deactivate his quirk and bring up his guard in front of him just in case the small girl he had been facing prior decided to rush him. Being that any further quirk use on his end would have resulted in quite the bad time, Ryuusei would have to partake in a style of fighting he detested. Hand to hand combat.
He wasn't very strong....and he wasn't very fast. But given that the girl he was presently facing likely didn't have either of those attributes on her side either, Ryuusei couldn't help but feel like he still had somewhat of a chance versus her.
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PLAYED BY Froot
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Post by Froot on Apr 22, 2019 20:28:10 GMT
ROUND 6 For Isamu Suzuki , it was the case. The bomb would be cut with merely a movement of those wirecutters, and as it did, nothing would happen. Well, perhaps that is an incorrect assumption. Something did happen; just not what was expected. A leak of soda. Curry-flavored soda began to spray out, until a very small, underwhelming curry-flavored boom happened behind the vending machine, damaging no one, save had Isamu stayed, the fur on his body, with the stains of curry soda. That would have taken days to get out, surely, if Isamu stayed. In response to Isamu's messaged, Yori would respond so in kind, only after a few moments. It seemed he had been busy hearing what had happened on the chat before, from Songbird. Doc: Yes. It looks fine. Seems to have gone off prematurely, but... being the shape of sodas, I think you lot have been duped. I should have known. Doc: I am in contact with them. Well, more accurately, in contact with young Seraphine. Do not worry. Your friends will not die. That was the last thing Yori messaged to Isamu before going dark... ~ ~ ~ Ren Wolff found himself getting a less than direct punch, but it still hurt. The Green Thug would be relentless on this blonde child. Seeing him fall into some ice, the Green Thug would pull back, readying another fist to the ribs, in an attempt to break something, only to feel the icy cold grip upon its arm. Seeing it for a moment, the Green Thug would attempt to pull its arm back, yanking it back, until the ice shield came. And soon after, unfortunately for the Green Thug, it never saw the next part coming; the icy iron maiden aiming at its core. When the POP came, Ren could see through his ice for a moment, as it seemed to submit to its own meaningless existence. It tilted its head down for just a moment, as though it could see Ren. For a moment, it felt like a real person, until the confetti seemed to suggest otherwise. It had a consciousness. Psycho Cure would begin to take her leave, though Black Rabbit seemed to have no reason to do so, still in her stand-off with Ryuusei Himura and Mikaku Dokumi , what with Mikaku playing defense against the knife-wielding Green Thug, only to have its hand twisted and the knife kicked away, while also being knocked to the ground. Of course, nothing like Ren's showing of his icy iron maiden over yonder, but definitely had it twist back around. Almost as if the Green Thug were changing its style. In an attempt to knock the medic boy out, with the aid of the Yellow Thug, who attempted to pulled Mikaku into a full nelson, until Ryuusei's intervention. While the spoons would fly true at Black Rabbit, the two third years would work together, stopping the potential grapple, and giving the remaining Yellow Thug an introduction into the wondrous world of lunch-room silverware. While not enough to knock it out, the Yellow Thug found itself grounded yet again by one rather nicely-sized pot, while Mikaku would be able to defend from the Green. Jon Lafayette had their intimate date with Psycho Cure, having caught her foot by the silver metallic gunk that now stained her shoe. As Jon leapt onto the table with all the majesty of the most elegant, beautiful, drunken gazelle, the two had a momentary face-off, as Jon flicked out the baton. But, their date was cut short by Psycho Cure leaping away, leaving her loafer behind, in Cinderella-esque fashion. You know how that story went. In the same way that Cinderella was a psychotic woman who left her glass student shoe from school for her Prince Charming to come finds her with their metallic quirk, going as far as to... something... something... that was Cinderella, right? With the final threat left in the air for Jon, the other Green had attempted to make a smash towards the table to send Jon flying, if at all possible. That's when the announcement came on. "Security system. Rebooting. Online in... one minute."It was clear, as Psycho Cure would leave the scene, that if Black Rabbit didn't go now, she might get her fight. But, there was the distinct possibility too that she might get captured in the process too. Who would come to show up? Remaining: 1 Yellow, 2 Green, Black Rabbit
P.S. The school security systems will be back online in 1 ROUND. If Black Rabbit does not escape before Round 7, she will risk being CAPTURED!
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Post by Black Rabbit on Apr 22, 2019 23:11:02 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]黒い ウサギ | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ 'Cause we need a little controversy, 'Cause it feels so empty without me❞ Well. It looked like her temporary partner in crime was bouncing. Odd really for someone like her to be getting out of here already, hell they hadn’t really done any actual fighting yet. But maybe she was just trying to keep their employer from gathering data on her own quirk. That would probably make the most sense. Right now though Black Rabbit wasn’t really worried about that. Knowing about another person’s quirk and knowing how to beat them weren’t exactly the same thing all the time. She’d take her chances here, besides she could easily hold back and keep her full capabilities hidden. This little shits wouldn’t require her to go all out anyway.
“See ya!” Black Rabbit shouted as Psycho decided to take her leave. For someone who was supposed to be one of the top villains in the area she really was willing to dip pretty quickly. And damn it, could she be less vague when she spoke? Seriously if she had a full legitimate reason to worry about being captured then she could at least say what it was.
Oh… spoons…
Finally it seemed like something was about to actually happen. The floating spoons around the stoic faced pretty boy came hurtling at her with decent speed. If they were forks or knives she’d be worried about getting stabbed, but no. Honestly, spoons as a weapon was just a silly choice. It did fit in with the stupid mentality most heroes seemed to have. Worrying about killing your opponent just showed that you were weak, maybe not in terms of raw strength but mentally it was a serious sign of inferiority. If lions were worried about killing their prey then they would have gone extinct eons ago.
It was a simple counter to block the attack coming at her. Her bouncy combat stance wasn’t just for show, in fact it was well calculated. In an instant she had gone from small hops to a more serious jump. With the wall of spoons coming at her she really only needed to get a few off them going sideways and it should disrupt the whole thing. Going into a sort of sideways spin her legs stretched out forward into twin kicks just as the spoons got close. With her body now mostly horizontal she was able to make a small hole in the center that her body fit through. A few spoons glanced off her body but it wasn’t even enough to bruise her. Coming back down she caught herself and quickly twisted to face her opponent again. Honestly she had expected him to have used that as a distraction to close the distance between them but instead he took the time to help out his buddy.
“Aww. How sweet, helping out your friend when he can’t fend for himself. Or maybe you’d rather take on the balloon boys rather than have a real fight. Man, why do all you hero types have to be such morons?” Black Rabbit lamented aloud. She was somewhat surprised when there wasn’t another floating circle of silverware around the pretty boy. However she did notice something about him now. His eyes changed color. She felt sorry for people who had such obvious outward indicators of their quirks being used. Such a serious disadvantage in battle. But the main question was if he was trying to lure her in closer or if he was starting to burn out. If the latter was the case she almost felt bad for him. If he didn’t get a whole lot better then the villains in Tokyo and Mustafu would chew him up.
If he was gearing up for a brawl with her though it would make things interesting. He was quite a bit taller than Black Rabbit, though he wasn’t very bulky. If she had to extrapolate then he was probably more limber than he was strong so chances are he wouldn’t be hitting hard but with more frequency. Unfortunately for him agility was on her side, being able to dodge his attacks would be her saving grace in this kind of fight. And if worse came to worse she could just…
What? Security systems? Like… what kind of security systems? Did they have like machine guns that popped out of the ceiling to take out villains? No, that didn’t seem probable. Chances are they were just like high tech corporate security setups. ID cards and all that which made it harder for people to get anywhere and in theory stopped people who weren’t supposed to be there from being there. Of course that wouldn’t cause much of a problem for Black Rabbit.
“Oh. Well. Hopefully that means some real heroes are gonna show up next. So why don’t you skedaddle off and let the adults handle this one?” Black Rabbit said, mostly to boy band and the walking fashion disaster but with PC gone she was now also keeping an eye on the other two students in the room.
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PLAYED BY Blue
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Apr 24, 2019 15:30:43 GMT
“What’s the matter, I just want to talk.” Jon snapped back with a quick flash of teeth. The charging Green made them falter before they could attempt to give chase after the quickly fleeing villainess. They were going to get away and everyone was still wrapped up in their own thing.
Snapping the baton under their right arm, they pinned it in place with an elbow, freeing up a hand to do something completely stupid. It was no Falcon Punch, but it’d have to do. Tugging loose a Silver Lining, Jon scooted themself backwards, bringing them closer to the edge of the table and in serious danger of falling off. Bending their legs slightly, they took a deep breath and took off like a jack rabbit across the length of the table toward the advancing Green. Speed was the key and the space between them closed rapidly before their prosthetic hit the edge of the table as they jumped.
“Hulk Smash!” They yelled, smashing the premade ball against their knee, splattering the metal against the limb as they activated it. Monument carried them a fraction in the air toward the Green who raised their hands to catch or ward off the incoming green haired student, already pivoting on a foot to duck out of the way. It was a heartbeat too late to shift out of the line of fire as they collided. Instead of limbs and a small body, the Green was met with the rapidly expanding metal wall slamming into them like a freight train, Jon’s additional weight adding more heft to it.
It was only a fraction of a second, but it felt like hours as the student landed hard atop of the wall and mook and both snapped to the ground with an awful sound. The motion took Jon up and over in an appalling somersault that would have sent their primary school athletics teacher into a conniption. They tried to go with it, hitting the cafeteria floor with a shoulder and rolled into a sloppy flip that left them in a majestic sprawl on their back. Their breath came out in a painful exhale, the Quiver bending their back at an awkward angle but there was little time to think about it as they scrambled to their feet like an overturned turtle. Second time this night they found themselves on their back, looked like they were going for a record.
They ignored their ripped pants at the knee, knowing the material had become entangled in the forming metal but fashion was a sacrifice to make. Luckily they themselves never seemed to stick to their metal, which proved to be a godsend or else that would have ended terribly. If the Green was lucky, they’d walk away with a few compound fractured ribs under the heavy wall but after seeing these things burst like a demented piñata, Jon had little faith it’d even be able to walk.
Spinning around they took a quick stock of everything, unsure how of many of the Green and Yellow goons were left and wow, it’d be a shame if one tried to sneak up on them and not because they weren’t prepared. Nope. The Security System alert made them tense before the message came through. No wonder Cure was high tailing it out of here, without proper clearance they’d be trapped. Finding no one currently after them, they took off after Psycho Cure, her stark warning falling on deaf ears. It wouldn’t have been the first time Jon had been threatened and hopefully it wouldn’t be the last. Taking a deep breath, they darted toward the door where the teen had vanished through and nearly skidded to a stop just near Mika.
“Yo, medic!” They shouted, raising a hand to signal their attention before lobbing the metal ball they’d altered in their hand toward him in a semi careful underhanded throw. “Don’t break it,” they warned. While pliable, the outer lining of the liquid metal was still fairly tough and even if either of them had dropped it, it probably wouldn’t have broke. Probably. “A pill for your headache.” They quickly crossed their arms around themselves in a hug, hopefully portraying that’d it was a Ring of Steel, able to bind a target up. They’d shoved enough intent into it to ensure the command held, prefabs making it easier to do so. Make it count, dude.
Jon’s pantomime wiggle would have to do and they booked it through the doorway before anything more could be said. They’d meant to keep the orb for themselves, but hindsight was a bitch and it’d hopefully serve Mika and Ryuusei better. Clutching their baton, they slid out into a empty hallway bathed in darkness. The system was still rebooting and everything was still down, which also meant the elevators. It’d be foot chase and Jon groaned before taking off at a brisk jog, slowly picking up speed as they dashed back down a hallway.
Holy shit Psycho Cure was fast.
The fastest way out of the school wasn’t exactly linear and if these guys knew who they were, they’d obviously know the layout of the school grounds. Jon had spent many a months figuring out the shortest routes possible, who knew being lazy would help them later on. And Dragonball said they’d never amount to anything. Their half empty quiver bounced unevenly against their lower back, agitating a soreness from landing on the damn thing. Right, no left was quicker, they thought as they curved around a corner without a second thought to any potential danger and kept an ear opened for running socked feet.
Coming to another crossroads of hallways, Jon stopped and leaned forward to rest their hands on their knee and prosthetic joint and took a deep breath. “Quit running,” they grumbled a tad breathless, “I have stupid, baby legs.” Before forging on, choosing to go straight.
They hit their shoulder on the door at the same time they pressed on the horizontal bar, unlocking it with a loud bang as they stumbled out into the open court. The smell of the night air hit them, still heavy with acrid fires and sirens blared in the distance beyond the school walls. Jon staggered slightly and straightened, moving from under the eves of the doorway into the openness where newly planted trees dotted the area with dark shapes of bushes and trash receptacles lurking against shadows. They slowed, taking more caution as they strolled toward the front gates of the school.
“Oi, Nurse Ratchet? You still here? I got this ache.” They reached for their Quiver, cycling through the remnants of what they had. Shit, they hadn’t been keeping proper count and pulled their last Ring of Steel out, keeping their baton in the other. “Maybe you can write me a prescription.”
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PLAYED BY Alphacat
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Post by Isamu Suzuki on Apr 25, 2019 14:36:39 GMT
Isamu’s sensitive ears picked up the beginnings of a hiss even before the leak was visible, and the feline student dove out of the back of the vending machine, skittering around the corner to await the final, inevitable doom of… a really awful mess to clean up. After the explosion he peered incredulously around the corner. The bomb made of soda cans was just… a soda bomb.
Seriously?
“What the hell is going on…” muttered Isamu as he exchanged messages with Dr. Yori, and then saw the chat messages from the theater.
Well, crap.
First a very real bomb; then a big, city-wide threat; an attack on their school; a fake hostage; and finally the triggering of all of his deepest, most primal instincts to a fake bomb. Isamu growled softly, shutting off the display on his gauntlet and leaping deftly to the top of the vending machine with hardly any effort or sound. A few quick steps and another few leaps got him deftly across the other machines. He lost a little bit of speed pivoting on the last machine, but his stride was short enough that he could build take a couple of good steps to get back up to speed as he leapt off of the machine, over the barriers… nothing but a streak of black and snarls silhouetted by the vending machine’s light as he came plummeting down on top of the downed green by Mika, claws fully extended as he dove into the green. Claws savagely dug in with practiced ease, followed by an equally savage bite to its neck. Quickly, but with full follow-through, withdrawing from the motion as soon as the maximum possible force had been applied.
If it popped, he could easily catch himself on all fours the scant few inches it took to fall to the ground. After delivering his attack he lifted his head. “Lafayette, wait!” he tried to warn the other student, but he seemed bound and determined to chase after a #4 villain. Still, he could deliver the rest of his warning to the other students. “The damn bomb was a fake. Dokumi, go! I’ll cover things here.”
He was the freshest combatant here, with the possible exception of Black Rabbit. Now that the ‘bomb’ was dealt with, it was time to lend his aid to his fellow students.
Fur standing on end, back arched, fangs bared, gaze turning to the other yellow nearby. Kitty was pissed.
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Apr 25, 2019 22:18:33 GMT
Mikaku heard a voice call out to him and glanced round to see the cat student...mmmm Isacchi coming his way, reassuring him that he had the situation covered. He glanced over at Ryuusei, knowing, if his time keeping was correct that it was approaching the time limit for the other teen’s quirk. Oh yeah, look, he had turned it off, he was sort of glad. He didn’t want to see that cerise shade in the fellow third years eyes again if possible. The guy always had a knack of...overdoing things, even with that deadpan face of his. “Thanks Isacchi~!” Mikaku said with a wink before glancing over at Ren. He probably should check on the first year to make sure he was okay, he seemed a little worse for wear. “Ryuutan, don’t overdo it, alright? You’ll be fine for 1 more min right? Here, I uh...this is Johnny's quirk thing right? I hope you know what to do with it cos I don't...” He said patting the other on the shoulder lightly before he threw the orb-like substance over his shoulder, simply trusting the other to catch it.
"Catch you in a bit!"
The third year added before he sprinted over to the blonde underclassman, scanning him visually for any signs of major injury. “Hey, Ren-chan are you okay?” The support hero-to be called out. He knew for fact the guy had sustained some injuries compared to everyone else but...he had to get going to the theater and answer that SOS call too. “Can you come with me? I’ll treat you as we go if you need it yeah?” He asked tilting his head before he turned, jogging towards the cafeteria doors while keeping his eyes on the enemies just to make sure they didn’t get attacked. Once making it out into the hallway, he pulled out a dark blue vital from his side bag and downed the liquid in it, his eyes immediately swirling and switching over to a bright pink that seemed to glow in the dim illumination of the emergency lights. “Can you jog? You ok doing that?” He asked as he pulled out a rubber tubing from his bag as he walked, winding it around the top of his arm. Mikaku had a feeling he may need that black death potion again today. "Time to do some real work I guess~!"
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