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Post by Itsuka Meka on May 6, 2019 22:52:42 GMT
When everything was thought to be lost...
FIRST HOMEROOM THREAD AYY
“2-A...huh.”
Itsuka’s eyes still heavy lidded with sleep glazed over the class register he had been handed. Apparently whoever was meant to be the homeroom teacher for this class suddenly couldn’t or something or other (he hadn’t really been listening at the staff meeting) and thus the role had been pawned off to him. Now, he had actually never had a class for homeroom before, it wasn’t like he had never taken the training for it or anything, but it was just under the discretion of whoever assigned teachers to classes not to give the ex pro hero one.
And to be honest, it was probably a smart decision. Well done, whoever made the right choice for all these years!
But well, that was all about to change.
While he was good in the field he taught (or not, some had doubts about his teaching methods, but he would like to say he was getting better! Less complaints and PTA cases filed against him each year!) he wasn’t...the most organised person in the school. Hell, he simply wasn’t organised full stop, he was a creature of impromptu actions and plans, and while that worked to his advantage on the streets, it wasn’t exactly the best trait for a mainly admin role a homeroom teacher was.
Well, as Itsuka was given the role, he’d do it. How well, was another matter altogether but he’d give it his best shot! Stuffing the remainder of his pre-packed strawberry and cream sandwich he had been chewing on into his mouth, he shoved the empty plastic wrapper in his pocket as he pulled the classroom door open and slunk into the 2-A classroom.
Damn, the kids were noisy first thing. And that was with him only being able to hear half the noise, god knows how noisy they really were.
Without a word, he dropped the register he had tucked under his right arm onto the teacher’s table with a thud, finishing off the strawberry milk carton he had in his left (good) hand and tossed it with amazing accuracy into the bin on the other side of the room near the door he had just come in from. It may have been pretty easy to miss the short man coming in, seeing as he was small...even for a first year, nevermind a fully grown adult.
The man’s good eye scanned the classroom, he sorta recognised most of them. Maybe. Yeah, he did. This was 1-A. Well, now they were 2-A, but last year’s 1-A. Kids sure grow up fast…
“Gonna take the register now.”
Itsuka finally spoke up, his voice was low but actually was very well projected, cutting through the noise in the classroom.
we remembered what we really wanted to protect
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Post by Oliver Sanso on May 6, 2019 23:10:39 GMT
show me There was something different about class that day, year two at U.A. was already feeling just like the first one. The same old, same old. The dark-haired boy was already beginning to see why his sister did so well here, U.A. was pretty straightforward about its methods and the things it taught. He never really had to argue, fight or debate concepts as the teachers knew exactly what they were doing and Oliver was a metaphorical sponge for knowledge. He was the type any teacher wanted to have, a quiet kid that did his work and didn't interrupt the class except to participate in proper conversation.
He took his seat, front and center, and began to prepare all the things he needed for when the teacher inevitably came in. His desk was perfectly organized, a simple satchel tucked under the chair. On his desk was his assigned textbook and on the right side of his desk, for the ease of access of his dominant hand, was two perfectly sharpened pencils and a masterfully crafted fountain pen sitting stationary at the desk. Of course, if one was to inspect the pin they would find its inkwell perfectly filled with nary a drop out of the intended location.
As the teacher came in, Oliver continued the proper preparations until he heard the dropping of paper onto the desk as he looked up. The teacher had arrived. Oliver was probably the easiest to pick out in a group, the quiet kid wore his uniform with the only thing uncommon being that he had on a simple yellow scarf that hung down to the backs of his knees. This was the teacher's pet, and here he sat in preparation to announce his attendance as soon as the teacher called for him to do so! 300 | 2-A | Yay class! ulla what it's like |
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Post by Taro Shirogane on May 6, 2019 23:30:18 GMT
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U.A. Has been a challenge for numerous reasons. Taro, to put it bluntly, is dumb. So dumb that he was still upset over the death of his pet snail who's has been dead for 13 years. He was so he brought her shell to his class today to look at sadly with teary eyes. He even let out the odd sniffle here or there from how depressed he was. Why didn't anybody told him salt killed snails? It was so unfair.
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Taro was very solemn and quiet today he kept looking sadly at the rock on his table while once in a while poking it with a cold finger to mimic movement, but no, it hasn't moved in 13 years. He has been carrying her corpse for so long that it'd made him feel silly and worse about this whole thing. He felt like such an idiot and a bad person. He was a bad person. Taro couldn't help but start quietly sob at his desk.
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Taro almost didn't hear the teacher come in as he quietly sobbed away at his desk. Taro raised his head off of his desk where a cold puddle of tears was forming. Taro took in a deep breath in and tried to steady his breath, for preparation of the attendance. Taro was here the year before, but he had to remedial classes to catch up with his classmates, so he was separated from them for the first month or so. But now that's the back with them he learned that he killed his snail and hr shell was now laying on top of his desk he couldn't help but feel mixed feelings. Mixed of awful and terrible.
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Post by Emiko McTaggart on May 7, 2019 2:16:18 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans"] [googlefont="PT Sans"] CRANK UP THE VOLUME AND WAKE UP THE NEIGHBORS  aRE YOU HEARING THIS OR WHAT? Emiko’s alarm was different than most. When asleep it would naturally revert into its slime form, meaning a normal alarm clock that made noise would literally be useless. Instead it had a custom made waterproof alarm clock that would vibrate when it went off, and every night before bed it would absorb it into its body. Otherwise there wasn’t much other way for it to know when to wake up. It had even tried an alarm clock that would smack it from the outside to wake it up, the only problem with that was it pretty often moved around in its sleep. It could fall asleep in its bed and wake up in the closet. Waking from its slumber into a world of no sight, sound, smell, or even taste all Emiko had was the feeling of what was around it to tell its where it was. The texture below it was soft but not smooth like its bed. It was the plush rug it had set down in its dorm room when moving here. Meaning it was fine to change into its human form.
The process was quick these days. Emiko had so many years of practice that it pretty easily could go into its familiar human shape without a problem. In a matter of what couldn’t have been more than two or three seconds Emiko was in it’s humanoid shape, albeit a sexless one. Looking at itself in the mirror Emiko made sure that it hadn’t made any mistakes in changing into this form. Inspecting its body in the full length mirror it always kept it was satisfied with what it saw. Now it was time to decide which Emiko was going to grace the world today. It had finally been moved from general studies to the hero course so it had to make a good first impression on its classmates. A girl then. Cuteness always did make people more accepting of someone new, at least in all Emiko’s previous experience.
Closing its eyes Emiko focused on the changes needed to become a girl. Shrinking down some to a solid height of a hundreds thirty five centimeters, four foot five for those who used imperial measurements, it began to use the extra biomass to make its general shape more feminine. Thinner shoulders and wider hips. Thicker thighs and a slightly budding chest. Opening her eyes Emiko once again looked at herself in the mirror. This would do nicely.
Heading over to her closet she picked out one of the female UA uniforms she had been given when she got enrolled to the school. While the school was aware and accommodating to her unique biology she was only allowed to be one gender per day. At least as far as classes were concerned. So today she would be a girl, and maybe tomorrow instead she would be a boy. Or she might be a girl for a week or so to get everyone in her class used to that before suddenly showing up one day as a boy. All while thinking about this Emiko went about getting dressed, despite the cool things she could do with her strange body she still put on clothing like a normal human being. At least most the time. She could be in her slime form and form herself into her clothing while changing into her human shape.
Once she was dressed and had collected all her things Emiko set out of her dorm room for breakfast and then class. Just before leaving though she remembered something. She forgot to take out her alarm clock. Pulling the device up from inside of her she brought it out into the semi throat she normally had in her humanoid form and regurgitated the device. It came out clean without any sort of residue on it. Tossing the palm sized device onto her bed she headed out.
Throughout all of breakfast the only thing Emiko could think of was her new class. She was nervous, and excited at the same time. Even as she ate her food she was mostly zoned out as her thoughts constantly went back to the simple fact that she had made it out of general studies and into the hero course. When the bell sounded that informed students to start heading for class she almost jumped out of her seat in excitement. Emiko had to stop herself from running through the halls towards the 2-A classroom. When she finally did see the placard that told her that she was in the right location she didn’t hide her enthusiasm and burst through the door into the room. It seemed that in her haste she had been one of the first ones to the room, not even the teacher was here yet.
Immediately a mischievous grin came to her face. Emiko knew exactly what must be done here. Nonchalantly walking towards the teacher’s desk she waited until no one was looking. Quickly she slipped herself under the desk and reverted back to her slime form. Absorbing its clothing inside if itself for safe storage it waited. Like this it couldn’t see or hear anything, and instead pressed its body up against the desk and waited to feel any kind of vibration. At the same time it counted the seconds in its mind. Finally something changed when it felt some vibrations from the floor near it. Combined with how long it had been waiting the time seemed like it was now.
Sliding out from under the side of the desk and moving towards the front of the class so that she would hopefully be out of sight of the teacher Emiko quickly reverted back into its human form, the same female one it had been in since this morning. Carefully putting her clothes back on herself as she did so that she wouldn’t be standing naked in front of the entire class on her first day she looked over at the teacher. She didn’t recognize him, but then again she hadn’t had much time to figure out who the homeroom teacher for 2-A would be. Out of the corner of her eye she did recognize some of the students from the sports festival last year.
“Sorry for the interruption, but I’m somewhat new to the class. I transferred from general studies and this is my first day in two A,” she said with a wide grin across her face. Half because she was hoping that she could give the instructor a little start with her sudden appearance but also because she was just that excited to be in 2-A.
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Post by Yukai Miru on May 9, 2019 8:44:21 GMT
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville:400i|Open Sans] [nospaces] [newclass=".aodov"] margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #ddd; background-color: #fcfcfc; width: 500px [/newclass] [newclass=".aodmtop"] background-color: #2c2c2c; padding: 20px; text-align: center; color: #66CD00; font-family: Geneva; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtop1"] height: 250px; width: 500px; overflow: hidden; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtop"] height: 250px; width: 400px; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.6); border-right: 1px solid white; position: relative; top: 50%; transform: translateY(-50%); display: flex; flex-direction: column; justify-content: center; margin-left: -300px; transition: 0.5s; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodicon"] float: right; margin-left: auto; height: 65px; width: 65px; background-color: #fdfdfd; border: 5px solid #fdfdfd; transform: rotate(-45deg); margin-right: -38px; overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodicon img"] height: 100px; transform: rotate(45deg); margin-left:-17px; margin-top: -15px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtext"] font-size: 9px; color: white; display: inline-block; width: 250px; font-family: Open Sans; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -38px; margin-left: 100px; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s; border-bottom: 1px solid #fdfdfd; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtext a"] color: #66CD00; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodov:hover .aodimgtop"]margin-left:0px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodov:hover .aodimgtext"]opacity: 1; transition: 0.3s 0.2s; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodmain1"] padding: 40px; background-color: white; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodquote"] padding: 10px 40px 0px 40px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1; font-family: Libre Baskerville; margin-bottom: 40px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodquote div"] color: #66CD00; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodmain"] font-family: Open Sans; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] [newclass=".addy"] font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align:right; width:510px; margin:0px auto; [/newclass] [attr="class","aodov"] [attr="class","aodmtop"]happy meal [attr="class","aodimgtop1"] [attr="class","aodimgtop"] [attr="class","aodicon"]  [attr="class","aodmain1"] [attr="class","aodquote"] ❝ if we get fat, it's your fault. [attr="class","aodmain"]
Why today?
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Yukai had slept for well over thirteen hours the day previous. Snoring up a storm in his excessively pink and green dorm room, Yukai had a lack of energy the day before, getting ten hours of sleep, and three hours of nap. Simultaneously. But there was a reason for it, a very good reason! He just... skipped lunch. And dinner. Sure, some might call it detrimental to his Quirk that required calories to run like an engine, but he called it diet!
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Okay, well. Maybe that wasn't true. His bag of stress chips had been empty for the day, and as Yukai looked up to the ceiling, he would stir awake to the sound of a roaring lion. In his stomach. Turns out that Yukai, being the biggest eater of 2-A, let alone U.A. itself, needed to eat. Yukai punched at his stomach and called out. "Shut it. This is good for us." It wasn't.
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GROWL.
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The incredible groan had found Yukai getting out of bed in basically just his lounge pants, shirtless. Despite being malnourished to a degree, he looked rather good. But when ones metabolism was a Quirk, Yukai's body could be whatever he applied it to be. Of course, the redhead was a bit too thick-headed to realize that fact, but it was also a lack of control. Not his fault! He looked good enough!
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Still, as he reached into the fridge and looked over the various foods, he began to recite what he saw. "Ketchup? Eh... too gross to eat alone. Sandwich? Bread makes me fat... what about bits of a cabbage?" Yukai looked down to his stomach, and he could hear it roaring even louder now. Like a demon tiger ready to pounce at any moment. With a gun.
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"Fine! If we get fat, it's your fault."
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As he spent a portion of the morning eating and getting prepared with the school uniform, he had only just noticed the time. The redhead had half of the double-decker peanut butter jelly sandwich in his mouth, as he began to rush. Hopping on one foot each for a shoe, he began to call out. "CRAH!" He meant crap, mouthful meant P-sounds were hard to make, much like any sound.
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And so, he ran while eating, grabbing a carton of milk on his way out. Hard as he could. Thankfully, his body was trained for this kind of stuff. Though, he was more in strength bodybuilding over cardio, but that didn't matter. He didn't skip leg day, and when he made it to the classroom, he saw a new girl at the doorway. Well, one of the doorways. Yukai was at the other, and he would fling the door open, finished with the sandwich that he chewed so expertly a last giant bite between the door and his desk, and holding the carton of normal milk in his hand, he, wait for it...
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Cue the choking noises from eating too fast. AAAAAAAAAAND... CHUG! THAT! MILK! Did he stick the landing? As he slapped the now empty carton on the desk, he made much a similar move to Meka-sensei moments prior, to mixed results. A clear miss. Not cool. But hey, if he were rated by judges on the whole performance... 6's across the board! "I'm... here." Coughing, accompanied by sweating, and panting added to that. But at least that wasn't a lie! [attr="class","addy"] addy |
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Post by Itsuka Meka on May 9, 2019 23:15:52 GMT
When everything was thought to be lost...
Itsuka took a breath in and was going to utter the first syllable of the first name when… first, some girl popped out of the ground, or something like that. He couldn’t bloody see as she had slid out from his blind side so he only noticed when half a girl with blue hair blocked his vision.
“...’the hell are you…?”
A slight frown crept on his brow as he trained his working eye on the student, he was pretty sure he had never seen this girl before. He was bad with names, but he usually remembered their face…
“Go sit down…”
Okay, time to try again. God, this was really boring, he had to get them to find a class rep ASAP so they could do crap like this for him…
“Sa-”
That was when he was disturbed by Yukai bursting in. As the milk carton clipped the side of the bin and rolled onto the floor, Itsuka simply gave the orange haired boy a look that said: You better pick that up, cos I’m not.
“Headband. You need to work on your aim.”
He said flatly, waiting for the teen to pick it up before he started again.
“Sanso, Oliver.”
“Shirogane, Taro”
A few easy names after were reeled out in his monotone, not that he could at all remember all of these anyway, hell, he wasn’t even looking at who was answering. He’d just remember the faces after, it was good enough.
“Mac...something something..Emiko.”
He wasn’t even going to try and read that surname, the heck? U.A really had a ton of overseas students recently which was whatever but their names became more and more RPG by the day.
“Miru, Yukai”
Wait, that was Headband's name? New things you learn everyday...
When Itsuka finished, he dropped the register down and looked up at the class.
“So, apparently, whoever was meant to take this class for homeroom didn’t or something so I’m doing it instead. I’ve never done this so...if I make a mistake or something tell me ok? Anyway. Incase you guys gained people or lost people or something, do some introductions. And...oh yeah, I’ve been told you guys need to elect a class rep and vice class rep or something, so if you wanna run for that say so in your intro. I mean you guys aren’t dumb so you know how to do a intro, right? Usual stuff, name, quirk, whatever...I’m gonna just sit here...and read all this paperwork...I was given to do by end of today...”
He had failed to actually introduce himself, but he just assumed everyone know who he was. And if they didn’t...it didn’t really matter. He was just the homeroom teacher right now, not that important.
we remembered what we really wanted to protect
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Post by Oliver Sanso on May 10, 2019 2:40:10 GMT
show me As the teacher went forward through the class register, Oliver let out a bored sigh, and leaned back. His only response or seeming interest being when his own name was called which he would idly respond "Here", before waiting on class to start back moving forward. As they continued forward, through the list he waited on more information to come. So, this teacher was new because someone else wasn't able to follow up with their duties, how unlike U.A., but regardless he chuckled a bit earlier when the teacher struggled with the clearly foreign name. Oliver stood up for his introduction.
"Greetings class, I'm Sansou Oliver. It's my second year here at U.A., my family comes from a line of heroes - my sister was the late pro hero, 'Nado." He sharply announced, his introduction clear. "I'm a high performer in class work and in hero training, thus I think it's only obvious that I step forward to offer myself as a class representative - preferably THE class representative. I'm sure while I may not be the most popular I'm most likely the most comfortable with the way I perform as an individual." His words filled with pride, a sharpness to his tone that would likely not be lost on their ears. Also, the initial phrase "Greetings class," was spoken in straight English - due to his family's history in the states prior.
"I do hope that I can make up for my lackluster introduction with a hardfought year working alongside you all as your class rep." And with that he sat back down and looked forward again. Prim. Proper. Elegant. Oliver Sansou was always this way, and likely always would be. Now it was just a matter of hoping that he didn't scare everyone away with his prideful and demeaning tone. He was always this way. ulla what it's like |
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Post by Taro Shirogane on May 11, 2019 21:42:22 GMT
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Taro was too absorbed in his misery to take in the things happening around him too much, instead, he sadly moved Emile across his desk while making "whoosh"-ing sounds to cheer himself up. Taro missed his name being called out due to playing with Emile's corpse. Luckily when he a particularly loud "Whoosh!" it was when his name was being called out.
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Taro came back to reality when the teacher asked them to introduce themselves, and Oliver started it off with a bang. And Taro listened intently to Oliver's speech forgetting for a moment he killed his pet snail and was playing around with her corpse. Taro was grinning and was all giddy like an idiot at Oliver's speech. When one door closes, a wall becomes open to knock down!
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Before Oliver's could get comfortable Taro ran up to the front of the class leaving Emile behind and waved like mad at his classmates. "Hewwo ewewybowdy-uhh I mean... hello!" Taro said stumbling the first part of his introduction. He was sweating cold sweat already. He took a deep breath in and
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"I like Pikachu but not Pikachu clones. Pikachu clones are trash like who even likes minum and plusle! And just because pachirisu got some limelight in that one tournament doesn't make it good either! Emolga your cool, screw dedenne and togedemaru for their hard to say names! Like why do they keep making Pikachu clones! Nobody ever likes them! The only good Pikachu clone is the one pretending to be a Pikachu like gosh darn it! Fairy type was done dirty by getting Dedenne for their regional Pikachu clone! Like Dedenne is the worst Pikachu clone! At least they made it bearable in the anime. Don't even get me started about the anime which was only good at the start, X and Y, and Sun and moon! The rest is trash! Misty and Sarena are the best Anime companions don't @ me! Also, my favorite pokemon besides from Pikachu is magcargo which I always name Emile....EMILE! I'M SO SORRY FOR FEEDING YOU THAT SALTED GRASS ALL THOSE YEARS AGO I DIDN'T KNOW SALT KILLED SNAILS!"
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Taro speech was so inane, and incomprehensible that likely most people zoned out and wouldn't get why he started crying mid-speech. And honestly, that is for the best.
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Post by Emiko McTaggart on May 12, 2019 5:28:29 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans"] [googlefont="PT Sans"] CRANK UP THE VOLUME AND WAKE UP THE NEIGHBORS aRE YOU HEARING THIS OR WHAT? Well it wasn’t exactly the reaction she had been hoping for when she snuck up behind the teacher, but it was something. Oh well, this first attempt was a failure but Emiko would be damned in hellfire and brimstone before she let a little setback like this get her down. After all, she was an eternal prankster. She’d find a way to mess with this teacher and get him to lose his cool one way or another. It was a matter of pride after all. Hell half the time she figured the only reason she was put on this planet in the first place was to cause mischief wherever she went. Somewhat like that Norse god… whatever his name was. Only in her case there was less stabbing and maliciousness in her pranks. They were all in good fun after all…. Mostly.
“But I just said that… oh well…” Emiko began to retort only to quickly sense that this teacher didn’t exactly care that she was new to this class and hadn't been assigned a seat yet. Sometimes she wondered how someone could get into a position like that without having a love for teaching. Though in this case she wasn’t sure she could end up making anyone quit like she had at her middle school. Those were interesting days for sure. No one at her school was unaware of the “wrath of the slime” or at least that’s what people started calling it when the math teacher finally quit after she kept pranking him in admittedly not so nice ways. Nothing illegal or anything like that.
Looking around the room Emiko found what appeared to be an empty seat. Walking over towards the seat in he back she sat down. Unlike some she wasn’t going to be some teacher’s pet and sit right up front. The back was a much better place for her, after all one has to be concealing with their mischief if they want it to go unnoticed until the most opportune time. Setting down her bag and waiting she watched as the introductions began. The first to catch her attention was the guy who introduced himself as Oliver. She had seen his kind before. Those who thought they were better than everyone else. The aura his little speech gave off was undeniable. Well now Emiko had a new target for her shenanigans.
The next guy was… something. Emiko wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with his speech. Something about… something… she wasn’t really sure what was going on. And Something about killing a snail with salt. She wasn’t even going to try and wrap her head around whatever was going on there. This guy must be incredibly talented if he was that mentally disorganized and made it into the hero course.
And eventually it was her turn to introduce herself. Time for the slime to shine. Standing from her desk she hopped up backwards so she could stand in her chair. With how short she was right now she had to make up for that a little bit. Raising her hand and giving a wide smile she began her intro. “Hi everyone! I’m Emiko McTaggart. Half of me is Japanese the other half is Irish. I was splooged out in Antarctica and that’s where I was stroked and stimulated until I became the erect and throbbing example of a slime you see before you today. I just got upgraded from general studies to the Hero Course but don’t think that’s gonna make me submissive to any of you even if you’ve got a thing for whips,” Emiko began her intro moving her hand from above her head to in front of her to give the entire class a peace sign as she winked, “Also I’ll slime anyone if you ask nicely enough, and don’t worry everyone will get a ride on this bicycle. I’m not a bad slime, slurp!”
With her introduction taken care of Emiko jumped back down into a sitting position in her seat. She wondered how that would go over or if she’d already be in trouble the first day she got into the hero course. Everyone in her general studies class was pretty used to the thing she could say but now she had a whole new audience to please, each with their own preferences and tastes. Luckily Emiko was rather good at changing herself to fit just about anyone’s fantasy.
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Post by Yukai Miru on May 13, 2019 22:25:09 GMT
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Yup. This was typical. He missed completely with his milk carton, and Mr. Perfect just happened to make a mistake. How would the class view him now? Well, probably as some heavy set guy (he wasn't) who had weight problems (in the opposite direction) and over ate (under ate, actually). Yeah, that was likely how they saw him. He hated himself. He hated everything about himself. Fuck who was he kidding, he hated everything about himself. The only good news was he was dating. That, and he was the senpai of legends to his kouhais, especially a fluffy one who was just at good at food.
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His face was red. Life was good. Dating a hottie, becoming closer to a cute fluffy boy. He was living the high life of BL. So, of course, when Meka-sensei gave him that look, the redhead would promptly get up like a good boy being told he did a bad thing on the rug with his nose put it in, and go dispose of the empty milk carton. When he finally would sit down, then the role call seemed to go by two others. Right, Oliver, and Taro. Then came the new girl. Emiko Mc.... Mc what? Oh well, then came his name, and Yukai held a hand up in response.
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Then came the long-winded, completely unnecessary spiel. Yukai felt himself only able to smile. It was slightly fake, but there was a point to it. He probably was the most appropriate choice for a 2-A class representative. Comparatively, out of those here, they missed a few. Taro wasn't getting it, not with that... was that a speech about Pokemon? Yukai found himself blinking as he stared for a moment. Was Taro crying?! Didn't his snail die months ago?! Who else?
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There was Emiko! And as she jumped on her chair, Yukai turned back. Half American, half Irish, and splooged... splooged? Yukai began to blink quickly. Interesting... word choice. Erect? Throbbing? Yukai leaned closer. Was she real? Slime? Wait, like. That thing from America, that kind of slime? And.... whips?!
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Yukai was slightly horrified. These were all words he had read plenty of time in his MATH book. The math book with that compartment for his special books.
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Slime them if they asked nicely? The redhead was sitting awestruck as the girl would sit back down. She could not be real. Like the tooth fairy, or the Bakery Cookie Eater! They couldn't be real. As he thought this, all eyes came to him, and Yukai was up quickly. He was a bit of a mess. "Hey, my name is uh... It's Yukai. Miru, obviously. I'm... well, I like to bake. And uh... I like to read." That was basically it, besides saying the obvious. "I uh... I abstain from representing, on the grounds that someone else does. And... oh yeah, and I Like to lift weights!" One hand to the other, he balled one hand into a fist and smacked his open hand.
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That's all she wrote. He sat back down, scratching the back of his head and giving a fake grin. Of course they all think of him as a loser. Fucking typical. [attr="class","addy"] addy |
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Post by Itsuka Meka on May 15, 2019 19:40:45 GMT
When everything was thought to be lost...
Itsuka was somewhat listening to his newly dropped on his lap homeroom class as he tried to understand the first form he was meant to fill in. The fact he probably should be doing these some other time wasn’t the issue right now, atleast to him. In the staff meeting there was some explanation about class reps and how it was important blah blah blah but to be honest he had never really cared about it, even when he was at Shiketsu. Ofcourse, he had not run, hell, had he ever even voted in the 3 years he had been there? He couldn’t remember. He DID sleep through most of the classes that weren’t practicals, it was a little bit of a miracle he had passed. The truth was, he had always copied work off others for the main part and memories stuff last minute for tests and somehow scraped through. Probably something he shouldn’t admit out loud right now though.
Ok, so the first guy sounded like a class rep already. His voice, how stiff he was, yep, perfect. He even had a western name, that meant he might actually know enough English to pronounce the blue haired girl’s long ass katakana name. Ah, family member death. Didn’t recognise the hero name, but maybe if he saw a picture or something… and wait, he wanted to be a rep. So...it was decided, right? It was then Itsuka remembered that wasn’t how it worked, they had to do democracy or something like that.
He was sort of filling in the paperwork he was meant to do, while listening to the rest of the class introduce themselves.And it came to Emiko-Mcwhatever whatever’s turn. Oh, no wonder he didn’t know the girl, she was new to the class.
Okay, that explained some things. As he could only assume he used a quirk earlier, he did wonder if he had just forgotten her… Maybe he should look at… oh. He was given her student file in midst of all the other documents. Quirk… Slime? Like… in Dragon quest? She sure did shove in as many euphemisms as possible into her intro, did she always talk like that…? Oh well, he didn’t care, as long as she did the stuff she was meant to, it shouldn’t be an issue…?
When the last student finished their intro, a small frown came to Itsuka’s features.
“...wait. Did only...like...one of you volunteer to be class...rep?”
He was a little surprised, even in his school it was a decently big deal.
“...well...whatever… Class rep, I guess you are class rep.”
The ex por hero shrugged as he looked over at Oliver.
“So...that settles that then...so -...”
He felt like he was forgetting something.
“Oh yeah. Vice...rep…”
Shit.
No one wanted to do that either, did they?
“Uhhhh...anyone wanna be vice rep?”
Silence.
“...Ero slime...you can be vice rep. Cool. I can send the form back then.”
He stated simply before writing the two student’s names on the paper to send back to the school admin. Well, that was one job done!
“...what’s next...uhhh…. Oh yeah… sports day…”
Itsuka sighed. Such an annoying thing to have to organise every year…
“So. Cos it’s sports day soon, they want 2nd years to uh...do some demonstration...performance...things...yeah? Like… quirk...showcases you can do as a class and stuff..Anyone got any ideas?...wait, Class rep, you can handle this, come here.”
Time to start pawning off jobs to the new rep!
we remembered what we really wanted to protect
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Post by Oliver Sanso on May 17, 2019 20:51:36 GMT
show me The words brought a smile to his face, his classmates were so impressed by his introduction that they didn't even dare to run against him? He was flattered by the expression, clearly that was more enough to have him perfectly set in his way. He stepped forward at the request of sensei, "Thank you, Sensei I'd happily help with preparing us for such a display!" He said moving forward where he was motioned to do so. ]"Well, I think the first step is to get a grasp on what all our quirks are and what they do. Some of you come from other schools and some of us didn't interact in the year prior."
He looked towards them with a grin on his face, excited to be exactly where he expected to be with little to no resistance. "So, I think the obvious details are to first explain the basics of our quirks - including any important limitations - so that we can develop the strongest ideas from there." He looked towards them, "Who wants to go first? Well, after me since I'm asking for such important information I guess I should be more than willing to provide it myself for you all."
He took a deep breath and as he did so placed one hand over his chest, arching it out from the fingers and smiling. "My quirk is known as Oxyalmighty. With my quirk I pull in Oxygen particles within a range of 25 meters, dye the a translucent black, and can form them into realistic constructs that I can use for just about anything." About the time he said that there would be the sound of a slight wind as black orbs seemed to flow in and create what looked like a typical coffee mug. "Alright then, who's up next?" 301 | @ Class 2-A| notes ulla what it's like |
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Post by Emiko McTaggart on May 20, 2019 10:49:42 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans"] [googlefont="PT Sans"] CRANK UP THE VOLUME AND WAKE UP THE NEIGHBORS aRE YOU HEARING THIS OR WHAT? Sitting back in her chair Emiko crossed her arms and a smug look came across her face. Unfortunately it seemed like the instructor had been paying absolutely zero attention to what anyone had said at all. Who put this guy in charge of a classroom? Seriously weren’t teachers supposed to be passionate about their jobs? The last time she had a teacher who cared so little for their students she ended up pranking him until he quit. Not quite as bad as the instructor at her middle school who actively hated kids. He had felt the full brunt of Emiko’s wrath. Of course only he and Emiko knew what had happened, but with some clever research and a little frame job she got the guy kicked out of the school. In the end he had been arrested for harassing female students and went to jail.
But that was all in the past now. At the moment Emiko knew she had two main targets now in her new class at UA. First was Olive boy over there who needed a serious ego check and the second was the uncaring instructor. In another circumstance this might have been the perfect combo for the both of them. A student who is motivated but a bit full of himself and a teacher who seems far to disinterested to actually run things. But with Emiko here they were both in for a wild ride for the rest of this year.
It wasn’t much of a surprise that no one else wanted the class rep spot. Most either really didn’t want it or they saw the way mr big head had talked about himself and didn’t want to bother having to campaign against that even if it was only for a few minutes. So when the teacher gave him the position it went uncontested. Perfect. Being put in that position would only make him that more susceptible to her mischief. After all, the class rep was supposed to be the student held to the highest standards and looked at with the most scrutiny. Just imagine the rumors that will go around once she gets a hold of his appearance.
What happened next though took Emiko off guard. She was made vice rep. And already she knew that the instructor wouldn’t pay any mind if she protested. This put her in a difficult spot now. Just being another student she could easily slip into the background and manipulate things from the shadows just the way she prefered. But now she was in just as bad a spot as the egomaniac was. This was not good at all. She’d need to tread very carefully now.
As she was contemplating the ways she would have to go about things now Olive boy was already taking on his new responsibilities. He wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for that ego. Introducing everyone’s quirks. A smart idea, especially to get a read on what everyone was capable of. Emiko on the other hand would have to downplay her own abilities if she wanted to be able to use them effectively still against the class rep.
Once Olive boy was done with his little demonstration Emiko stood from her seat again. Giving it the same enthusiasm she had before she stood once again on her chair she stepped up onto her desk and cleared her throat loudly to get everyone’s attention. “Like I said before. I’m not a bad slime, slurp!” she exclaimed before her body almost instantly melted. Her clothing crumpling down as it was no longer filled by a human body. What was left was a semi orb shaped blue mass of slime about the size of a beach ball sitting on the desk with all the clothing it had once been wearing now sitting on top of it. Sitting there for a second it jumped up and once again Emiko changed back into her human form. Doing it carefully so that she would end up back inside her outfit she did have a little fun with it. As she came back down now sitting on her knees on top of her desk her outfit was on mostly correct. Save for the fact that the buttons on her blouse had come undone and showed just a hint the black lace bra she had on underneath. It wasn’t a whole lot but it should be enough to get a few boys to stand at attention. Rather than looking embarrassed of the fact she gave a wink the the whole class before going about fixing her wardrobe “malfunction.”
“So that’s my quirk,” Emiko said deciding not to actually tell anyone the details of it, leaving it so that it simply looked like she could transform into a ball of slime rather than being a slime all of the time that could change into a person.
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Post by Yukai Miru on May 20, 2019 23:33:07 GMT
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Meka-sensei wasn't exactly Yukai's favorite kind of teacher, but at least he didn't focus on Yukai at all. That made Yukai give a smile and a sigh of relief. Especially the moment that it seemed he picked the class rep, and it was... well, hey. He was probably going to represent them well, right? Yukai could hope.
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When the vice rep got talked about, Yukai felt his stomach knot up with barely anything in it but that double-decker peanut butter jelly sandwich. Tasty, but not when you feel as though you want to throw up. Trying his best to look away the moment that Meka-sensei asked who wanted to vice rep, he made sure to make no eye contact. If he made even the slightest bit of eye contact, he would likely be chosen.
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Dodged another bullet, and now the conversation was on something entirely different. Now this was something that Yukai would listen in on. He wasn't an academic, so he attempted to explain these Quirks in his own words. There was Oxygenman, who pulled in air to make things. And in a blink and miss it moment, he noticed the coffee mug, and found himself blinking.
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He should expect this, but the Quirk still fascinated him.
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Then there was the vice rep, and as Yukai turned to her as she spoke, he watched her melt into... a ball of slime. The size of a beach ball. Admittedly, Yukai found himself intrigued by the act, only to watch her reform into herself, with a slight wardrobe malfunction. Yukai, as such, stared on, not really looking away embarrassed, merely finding the whole endeavor cute.
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"So uh... Calorie Burner. I um... I eat food, and I burn the calories to get stronger. Like... really strong. But it works best when I eat a lot." Yukai looked to the floor and attempted to not think about his Quirk anymore. He wasn't going to explain anything more than that simple explanation. Why add more? [attr="class","addy"] addy |
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Post by Itsuka Meka on May 30, 2019 19:22:06 GMT
When everything was thought to be lost...
So, basically, Student rep could… make stuff out of...oxygen or something...wait, that’s what it had been all this time? Stuff materialised when the guy used his quirk, but Itsuka had never really questioned what the “stuff” had been made out of. The guy had a creation-attack time lag, and that was the most important thing to note, at least for the teacher who usually faced these kids in training.
Well hey, new things you learn everyday about children you knew for 2 years! (If he had read their school file, he probably would have known. Maybe. Maybe he would have just forgotten. Small details didn’t matter very much to Itsuka.)
Ero slime was...well a slime. Was she a slime who can be a girl (which could mean she could turn into other stuff, if it was anything like other gooey quirks…) or could she turn into slime? The question floated up in his mind lazily, but he didn’t actually look down at the paper that was in front of him that would have given him the answer. It was fine, sooner or later he’d find out, and he was a more hands on kind of guy. Written stuff was all too boring and usually over complicated the situation. It was why he didn’t have any writing in his lessons or exams (much to some other teacher’s dismay) because really, who the hell learned from reading or writing something? Experience> everything else.
He heard a bunch of other kids who he already had gone against before so he knew their quirks, and then it was Headband who described his quirk pretty much the same was Itsuka himself would have if one asked him about the orange haired teen. He liked it, it was a straightforward quirk, even if he thought that Headband didn’t use it to the best of his capability sometimes, though he had no exact reasoning for this thought, maybe now he was stuck playing homeroom with these kids for a year he could find out via close obervation during the year.
He stayed quiet, slumping against his functioning arm that was bent into a makeshift head pillow, his other arm hanging limply by his side. His head rested on the curve of his arm, half his face covered by his arm while the eye he had vision in scanning the class while they spoke. He supposed it was the first time he had seen them all in a somewhat relaxed environment and observing them was more fun than paperwork.
we remembered what we really wanted to protect
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