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Post by TIDE on Aug 31, 2019 20:14:51 GMT
“For those that have just joined us!”
| “Uuuuh... Oh, right, haha! One of our most ambitious events to date, using forty percent of Ground Beta! We’ve had some state of the art robots constructed to put our students up against. While we will be utilizing the conventional mechs you might recognize from previous Festivals, you will additionally see constructs of the likes you’ve never seen before courtesy of our very own faculty member, more easily recognized as Hijack! Consider Armageddon like… King of the Hill meets wave defense! Three sequences, one of each year starting with the first and ending with the third. The entire student body of a given year starts at the top of the hill, and it is their job to try and reclaim as much territory around them as possible while still maintaining the territory they own. A visual assistant will be viewable from mobile devices and at home to indicate which zones are under student control and which are under ‘villain’ control, for the sake of immersion of course!
Of course, this by itself rates the students as a whole, but it doesn’t tell you who’s smarter. Who’s faster. Who holds the strongest willpower. Who’s the quietest, or the most creative. What does however is our point assigning system. Students will need to find a healthy balance between maintaining the longevity of the scenario while upping their points as being too selfish will leave defensive holes or expose risk to the student of being taken out of the fight! So long as the hill territory remains intact all is go, but as soon as it’s been taken the scenario is over. If it is not taken in one hour it will also conclude. Here is how points will be assigned to students.
BASIC Takedown Rewards Victory Bot: 1 point Imperial Bot: 2 points Venator Bot: 3 points Executor Bot: 15 points
ADVANCED Takedown Rewards Allegiance Bot: 5 points Acclamator Bot: 10 points Marauder Bot: 15 points Nemesis Bot: Who knows!
Eliminated Villain Bots will have their points distributed amongst the students who assisted in taking it down equally. In the case of decimals they will be included in the score, so no need to worry about that! This assistance carries over to any information that assisted in the takedown of the specifics robots. Recon has a use as well! Students, use any edge you can get to win! Moving on, did we forget to mention we’ve rolled out a line of proper Civilian bots? In total there will be one hundred Civilian Bots scattered in the different territories surrounding the hill. They will mostly be in an ‘unconscious’ or powered down state, but some will be active.
All Civilian Bots earn the student(s) 3 points each when the area around them is cleared. All Civilian Bots earn the student(s) 10 points each when they are evacuated to the hill territory. Information leading to the discovery and rescue of a Civilian Bot also allows the informant to receive these points as well. However losing a Civilian Bot will deduct 15 points from each student involved. There is a lift at the hill territory that may be used to 100% evacuate the Civilian Bots, if they have not gone down that lift and hill territory is overtaken by Villain Bots, those that assisted in evacuating and clearing the area of these bots will have 15 points deducted.
Moving on to our final point acquisition category; capturing territories. Each territory will have a different point value assigned to it based on size, threat level and potential civilian bot population and will be rewarded on a case by case basis. It will also be determined based on distance from hill territory. Consider captured points as ‘soft points’, considering if they are overtaken by the enemy the students lose the points they gained from capturing it, and must retake it again. In general, territories range from providing 10-85 points when captured, and their benefits are distributed equally among the students assisting in capturing the point.
Once the scenario concludes, points will be tallied up and those that carry on to the next event will be announced! One third of those participating will be knocked out in Armageddon!”
And almost on queue, down below the students are put in motion. Set on a massive underground lift, a volunteer pushed a simple button and the rumbling of the device churning to lift over a hundred students over its wide area could be heard throughout ground beta and by the crowd. Peaking just over the precipice were classes 3-A, 3-B and 3-H. Gadgets, flashy quirks, all the things that gets a crowd excited to see what happens. Given the dense urban environment, multiple devices and monitors exist throughout the venue to give inside angles to the audience so there's never a dull moment. Armageddon had commenced, specifically slot 3 of 3 timeslots running from 11AM - 2PM, this one from 1pm-2PM. A map is provided for all to see.
((EVENT UNLOCKS ON SEPTEMBER 1ST, 2019. Broadcasters will post after event manager to give a more flared IC review of what transpired. For the first post, get creative with what your character does and says! If there are multiple broadcasters, both post before students post for that order. Feel free to prepare posts in advance, just copy/paste them when the event starts. This initial post counts as an EM post, so Kosei Shiba and Itsuka Meka are up next.))
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Post by Itsuka Meka on Sept 4, 2019 23:34:58 GMT
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“...we heard all this already.”
Itsuka mumbled before he shoved a whole pre-packed sandwich square in his mouth as the announcer shouted all the well practised lines once more. God, he just wanted to go home. Or sleep. Or both. It was well past his first, second and third nap time and he was stuck in a small glass cadge with the worst guy in the world to be stuck in any space for ANY amount of time with, never mind a whole day or two… or even three.
How was he ever going to survive?
“Why’d I have to be stuck here with you? Even our lunch sucked it was some weird catering food not the stuff from the cafeteria…C.R, you owe me dinner...make me something half decent, just no peppers yeah.”
As the camera crew in front of them counted them in and they went live, he wondered if he was expected to say something again. By the expectant looks on the crew’s faces, he supposed so.
Ugh, this was so bothersome…
“...so uh...this is the same as the other one, just with third years. Who all are almost starting their final exams so if they mess up now they really are kinna bad.”
A pause as he finished saying everything he wanted to. Surely if people were watching this one. They watched the first years at the same exercise too…
“...that’s...about it...really…?”
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Post by Kosei Shiba on Sept 5, 2019 1:19:19 GMT
I journey through the desert Of the mind with no hope / I follow / I drift along the ocean / Dead lifeboat in the sun / And come undone
TAG @uapeeps @itsuka-jerk WORDS some words NOTES no.
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This, again.
Kosei sighed, bent over the broadcaster station feeling quite a bit more fatigued by the time 3rd years were up to bat. He had gotten slightly more used to the whole situation so far and what had felt awkward now felt far too conventional. There wasn't much to be said as Itsuka was already making abundantly clear by his less than enthusiastic introduction to the 3rd year event. "Way to kill children's dreams, Meka. You do it so naturally."
By this point in the festival, he was already a little done with formality (not that he had ever been all that formal to begin with). However any attempt to be overtly nice to the other man was brimming with passive aggression. Especially when the fucker went and commented on his cooking. There was nothing wrong with peppers, it was for spice and kick, ungrateful bastard. Was never feeding him ever again. As a man that lived off sandwiches and vending machine food, Itsuka was not one to talk about the qualities of good food.
"Well at least we should see some quality fighting, considering they are the most tested and skilled of the students. If people do indeed follow over the years, they'll be able to see how they compare since they were first years. Then again, if they fail then the future... is looking kinda shit."
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Post by Isaac Korzhakov on Sept 5, 2019 3:34:34 GMT
Despite his position as a senior at UA, all of this was a new experience for Isaac. His trip through the system had been unorthodox enough that this was his first time actually attending the sports festival. Actually, he hadn't even really seen the event until about two weeks prior, when he had been watching the previous year's recordings for research purposes. That meant that almost every single person around him had a leg up when it came to experience... but well, didn't they always? It was a rather natural effect of being a good deal younger than every single one of his peers. Regardless, the white-haired boy wasn't even slightly shaken by this fact. On the contrary, looking around he was probably one of the more calm people here.
Though, it certainly didn't hurt that his body was currently seven feet tall and made of metal. As he understood it, this event was slightly different for the support course than it was for those on the hero track. People wouldn't be looking toward him for the power of his quirk or what manner of heroics he displayed, they'd be looking to see his ingenuity and the quality of his work. It just so happened that in his case, they were all on in the same. Glancing down he flexed the Raiju's hand while mentally running one last diagnostic of all his equipment. Repairs from the last exercise were complete, fuel and power reserves were at full, all systems were reading green. Both the Rudra and the Hephaestus were docked on his back and all three were linked up to his phone, just in case the situation called for them, and he could feel Nadya's presence tugging at the edge of his senses, standing by to record analytics for later.
He was confident to say the least, and as the lift reached the top of the shaft and the city came into view, Isaac couldn't help but smile inwardly. "Time for a bit of fun, I think." He said as a gleam of red passed through the Raiju's frame and it began striding forward through the crowd of students.
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Sept 5, 2019 17:48:57 GMT
Competitions brought the worst out in him, or so people often told him.
Kazume was a proud bastard, to say the very least, and even more so stubborn. There was no room in his mind for 'second best' in all things, especially when the very idea behind something existed in competition between multiple individuals. He had to be the best. Truthfully, he felt like he had something to prove- to himself, to his dear dead parents, to every person in his life that treated him like trash not worth even looking at. But mostly he had to prove it to himself and every defeat felt like a nail in the coffin or a testimony of vehement, undeniable truth that he didn't belong there or deserve anything that came with it. Most of all not the people that seemed hellbent on caring about him, which he couldn't begin to fathom why they would do that to themselves.
So, for him, this was not about friendly competition, the power of friendship, or any of that trash. No, this was just about winning.
This competition was stupid, of course, the whole damn festival was, but it served a purpose. He didn't have access to money or power or connections or even family for that matter. Sponsors weren't just going to land in his lap all because he snapped his fingers and demanded it (which would have the opposite effect of literally blowing up in his face). So this was that opportunity and he couldn't afford to waste it. His mind contrived a plan while the lift cranked upwards. He constructed a perimeter of heat around him and anyone uncomfortable did the smart thing of keeping well away from him (though that would likely not include a few mention-able nuisances that didn't know any better staying away from him). And yet, of fucking course, the idiots designing this challenge would make it nearly impossible not to have to work together as anyone soloing it seemed to be at the risk of being pulled entirely. What the fuck was the fucking point if you couldn't prove yourself without a useless dead weight chaining you down? As far as Kaz could see it, the rest of them were dead weight to him.
There was also the matter of civilian bots, which if history proved anything he was completely shit at handling. There was no way of knowing how many points each machine would earn him in contrary to every point lost when he... inevitably failed to save a civilian. It was all about point distribution and proper management of every student in the group in a way that suited them and their skills. He knew most of the third year students and had paid attention to each of their quirks (for the most part, and ideally their weaknesses included, which was mostly theoretical). It helped that they had had a lesson not long ago requiring the same level of teamwork. Then again, half of said lesson had been an absolute train wreck.
He made note then of the familiar Russian kid and his mech suit as the lift stopped with a shudder, revealing the city stretched out before them.
Well here goes nothing. Heaven help the first person to hold him back.
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Post by Ife Selam on Sept 5, 2019 21:16:12 GMT
[googlefont="Comfortaa"] ♡ TAGS WORD COUNT NOTES The atmosphere kept you enthralled, the spectacle of the operations was immense. There was literally nothing like it that Ife had seen even back home a sense of discomfort settling in. The camera drones were swirling around trying to catch every angle of the rising stars and their antics, pro heroes could be heard arguing in the distance taking bets on their favorite students, the sponsors sat in their suits and ties completing work on their laptops, every aspect of Hero Society was all gathered in one place. The glitz and glamour unnerved him, not so much their actual task. The city before sprawled out across the entire arena, his battlefield for the day. Recognizing the exercise as one of teamwork, Ife pondered what he would have to do to be successful. This was the real deal in a sense, the who's who of Japan's Hero Society eyed the hopefuls, either as money bags or symbols of what the future would hold. He had a plan to garner attention in a different way. Looking around, he recognized familiar faces. The mech kid was within arms reach, his intelligence showing off brilliantly with what he had assembled. Pretty close to being level, him and the mech were the tallest and easiest spot out of the crowd so far. Noticing some eyes being focused on them, Ife took note of key players to partner up with. His favorite person, albeit never spoken too, was Kaz. He looked angry all the time, but he meant business. The one or two times they made eye contact, Ife felt the hunger of a starving dog, similar to the strays of Nairobi, an aura that engulfed the weak on the way to self-preservation. Where it came from, he could not pin-point, but it felt familiar, oddly something the giant could relate too. It was worth a try to speak to him, making sure not to take anything he blurted out personally. Ife felt hot, what must of been Kaz's quirk, concentrated heat surrounding him, a protective bubble of fuck off that suited his appearance. As everyone slowly distanced themselves, Ife walked right up to him, unaffected by the heat. Taking precautions, he slightly knelt down to look him eye-to-eye. "I am Ife, if you remember. I do not wish to look down upon you as I am no better than you, for why I am kneeling. Your eyes are fierce, you would scare away lions. I don't know your story, but I do know we both are hungry for everything but small game. We let the others save the civilians while me and you burn everything to our left and right, with us both shining bright. If you want to shine brighter and satisfy your hunger, then best me as we take the largest areas in the city. But this way, our competition works for the benefit of the other students and it looks like we work together..." spoke Ife with a voice of wisdom, having first hand witnessed the struggles of the weak, he knows too well the desire to remove yourself from that fate. Periodically there were stops between his sentences, conscious of how thick his accent can get when speaking too fast. He knew where Kaz was coming from if they shared similar backgrounds, but he also knew the destructive power of their quirks would only be useful in combat if they worked as unit with others, for the sake of appearances. He stood up fully afterwards, turning around slowly and walking back towards the mech before everything really got started. He looked up at him, still marveling at what he created. " We have to work together so that we may all gain attention. All I can do is burn that which stands in the way of your shine, so if you want to chime in any ideas, that would be great." Arms folded by his side as steam oozed out of his left and a trail of ash wisped in the air from his right, Ife started revving his engines. .
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Sept 6, 2019 7:03:02 GMT
Raising their arms over their head, Jon intertwined their fingers and pushed gently upward, stretching their shoulders and felt the slow release just under their arm. There it was. A little quick dynamic stretching indicative to their boxing background was just what they needed to loosen up. They did the same stretch behind their back, pushing their hands backwards before lifting their arms and arching their chest out. That felt even better and shook themself loose with a quick little bouncing dance, jangling their gear. Their belt sagged a little around their waist, holding it’s usual amount of titanium and stray metal they collected, all properly passed inspection and deemed appropriate. Unless someone could die from being pelted with a 10 mm flat seat lug nut, the junk metal couldn’t be used as anything but ammo for their Quirk. Still, they’d lost about half their inventory, but considering they were going to be running around Beta, there'd be no short supply of metal at their disposal.
They waded through the throng of PE uniforms, short stature making it a little difficult through the thicker groups though their loud voice helped part the sea of bodies. Their uneven gait was muffled as they slipped between bodies, blocking a wild swing of an elbow as a taller student turned and heard the quiet yelp as said eblow bounced off the metal vambrace on their forearm. “’scuse me, so sorry, pardon me, excusez-moi, move it I’m existing here, thanks!!” They made no effort to hide their disability, the right pant's leg of their gym clothes had been shorted, tailored neatly to just above their prosthetic knee, freeing up the joint and to avoid any mishaps.
Excitement buzzed all around them, and Jon fed off it, doubling when the lift began to move and lofted the entire regiment of third years skyward. The crest of light made Jon squint a moment, raising a hand to shield their gaze and surveyed the surrounding area. Beta. They’d been here the week prior getting their ass handed to them but it was different this time. Hopefully. Probably. Every year was different but familiar and this was all sorts of famil-differ. Speaking of familiar.
Kaz.
He stood out among the groups, figuratively and literally. The heat kept them a proper distance back, though Jon braved scooting a few inches closer than those around them. They knew that look too well and embraced it with their usual cadence, yelling a usual nickname for him and waited until he looked in their direction before flipping him off with a big grin. “Try not to hurt anyone too badly, buddy.” They flashed a quick pair of finger guns at the teen before raising their hands in a gesture of giving up and wisely backed off to find a better spot to see things.
Finding higher ground proved to be easier than expected as Jon made their way over to the familiar sight of Isaac’s robot, Ife standing next to it. “Izzy, my metal man, you in there?” They rapped knuckles against the metallic outer shell of it’s arm. “Imma climb you like Mt Everest for a hot sec.” Jon reached up with a light hop, grabbing anything they could reach before scuttling up the side of the bot. Jamming their knee atop of the robot’s shoulder they sat half crouched atop of it, resting a hand atop it’s head. The sole of their prosthetic squeaked against metal as they slipped a little. “My family’s watching back in Toulouse and I wanna wave at them.” They did so enthusiastically at the nearest camera with enough energy to sway them back and forth and flash a dazzling smile atop it. Their brother couldn’t make it in person, but promised to watch with the rest of his crew at the garage.
“Sup Lava lamp,” Jon leaned precariously over to catch sight of Ife. “Lookin’ ready to burn some rubber, cool, cool. Pound it brother.” They stretched a fist out, two fingers sporting green bandaids, “Come on, don’t leave me hangin’ We’re all here to kick names and take ass.” They winked with a sly grin before sitting back up just before they slid off completely.
“Thanks Newton.” Jon patted the bot’s head. “I like feeling tall once in awhile. So what’s the game plan? We working together or pretending to solo it like Phoenix Force?”
Then, without taking a breath, shouted “Ko!” and waved theatrically to try and gain the attention of their fellow third year. “Get up here! You can see everything from here.”
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Post by Kohaku Kunimoto on Sept 11, 2019 2:04:54 GMT
SO IF THEY STRIKE YOU DOWN JUST GET RIGHT BACK UP 408 Words | The big day!!!
The Sports Festival, one of Kohaku's favorite events in all her years at U.A. It was the test of her skills, a milestone made to tell her and everyone she knew how far she had gone. And, in the end, it was fun.
That morning- that whole week- Ko spent hyping herself up for the festival. From increased stamina training and self-pep-talks in the mirror, every waking moment was spent buzzing with anticipatory nerves. So, naturally, her pell-mell on the day of the event was dizzying. Up she woke from a fairly healthy slumber only to immediately dress and prep for the day. She would then hurry to call up her father, remind him when she would probably be on TV, and finally make a beeline for school.
Now properly dressed in her regular PE uniform (with minor add-ons like her always essential sungoggles and shin guards), the wee red goblin found herself bouncing on her toes. Kohaku was rearing to go, both physically and mentally, and couldn't be happier about it. This was her last year at the festival! She had to make it count.
As that lift rose, so did tensions. Up, up, up it went, carrying the cargo of the Third Years into the light. Just as they peaked at the arena, Ko immediately had to shield her eyes and allow them to adjust. But as soon as they had, she twirled around with a high-energy turn, absorbing the sights and sounds of the ever-familiar Ground Beta. Gremlin looked around at her classmates, too, grinning at any that met her eyes. Just then she spotted the homies- Ife, Isaac, and Jon conveniently standing all together; upon Jon's beckoning, she loped forth with quite the bounce to her step, beaming toothily at the trio.
"Oh, sweet!" Exclaimed she, assuming Jon meant to climb their... cooperative companion. So up she went. It was easier than climbing a building, but the moral weight was a little more taxing. After realizing this, she peeked over Isaac's shoulder and simply said, "Thanks for the lift, V*ltron!"
Having attained an excellent way to stand out from the crowd, Kohaku whirled around in search of a camera before waving enthusiastically at it, both arms up. With hope, both her father, lil' sis, and Madonna were watching and saw her! Then, seconds before she flew sideways off of the metal man, the bob-haired girl caught herself and stabilized.
"So dudes, what's the game-plan?"
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Post by TIDE on Sept 11, 2019 3:10:35 GMT
| The sound of bots powering up was almost painful to hear. Hundreds of villain bots large and small coming to life in sync with a buzzer signalling the official beginning of the match. Third years ran in every which direction in hopes of securing their points and their future with glory and sponsorships. Almost immediately how intense this event was seemed to become apparent. Tragically, one third year that ran out alone was surrounded by seven Victory Bots and an Allegiance Bot. Attempting to use their quirk, which shot metal barbs out of their body almost like a porcupine they'd only successfully manage to pierce three of the machines in such a way that they powered down. Two more would be damaged, and currently the student named Ryūzaki Hiroji would have 3 points marked on a holographic display projected into the sky. However that wasn't enough, and some important information that the students wise enough to not blitz the first things they saw would acquire is that the Allegiance bot, a brightly colored bot with special decals to distinguish it, seemed to absorb the barbs and expel them back at the student. Not aimed to actually harm due to the nature of it not actually being dangerous to students, a barb shot towards the students foot. Pushing them back further and further, they were pinned down by Victory Bots and a loud...
"HERO DOWN!" Played on the speakers. You could be eliminated. Even worse, there were hidden rules. To those that looked up at the scoreboard, being eliminated turned the 3 acquired points into 1. A big red slash through the 3, replaced by a normal 1. Upon elimination you only keep 1/3rd of your current points. With that being said... The rest of the students had mixed luck. Points started to stack, "HERO DOWN!" played at least fifteen times within the first ten seconds and the area surrounding the hill blew up into a warzone filled with bots and disaster. A few Civilian Bots could be seen helplessly roaming the streets trying to get to the hill just North of where the students started. There seemed to be three in total, and in their wake there was four Victory Bots churning after them with hands extended to snag them. In their midst were two Imperial Bots that seemed much larger and bulkier, with a single Venator Bot almost the size of the king of carnivores among the dinosaurs. It seemed like they would be killed or captured if immediate action wasn't taken.
Yet that wasn't the only threat to consider. All around them disaster was breaking out, their fellow classmates were struggling to push the waves of bots away from the hill and these bots had every intention of laying siege to the last vestige of heroes and good. In the area were easily eighty Victory Bots, thirty seven Imperial Bots, six Venator Bots and by the gods...
Overhead, an Executioner lurked, peering down at the hill between two massive buildings. It hadn't moved in yet, but it's possible that if it wasn't handled it could stride into the battlefield.
Among the advanced bot there mostly seemed to be those Allegiance Bots, an advanced variant of the Victory Bot that seems to have some quirk reflection ability? Or maybe it just so happened that they could absorb and shoot out metal? Maybe there was a weakness. After all in all of the chaos one of them seemed to have their metallic robot hands coated in stone like gauntlets, yet had half of its chassis blown apart by what looked like a shadow quirk based on the lingering black particles. These advanced bots were no joke, and there were five more of them including the one that took down Ryūzaki Hiroji.
Though more questions existed. What was beyond this wave? Should a spearhead be performed to break through? Should they be pushed back? Maybe it would be wise to try to sneak passed the chaos to hope what lies further is more vulnerable compared to the frontline? The decisions that could be made are extensive... But there's one thing for sure.
The 3rd years are going to need to use everything they have, especially with how many of their classmates seemed to have been slacking off for the last two years. |
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Post by Itsuka Meka on Sept 14, 2019 21:15:57 GMT
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[attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]ヾ(´▽`ゝ “S’my job…”
The Heroics instructor replied, stretching his good arm and rolling his shoulder before he sat back on his chair, it was a stupidly uncomfortable hard plastic one, who the hell furnished this place? His butt was going to be a real pancake before this event was over at this rate.
“Guess it’s true, they have gotten kinna better in my lessons too, and the really trash ones are already gone…”
Having used his quirk the whole time to see what was going on for the first year’s first event so he could somewhat do his assigned role had made Itsuka sluggish and a little cranky. He wanted a nap, ideally for the rest of today till tomorrow morning… Maybe all the third years would blow themselves up super early and they could call it a day.
One could dream.
As the starting signal blared out, Itsuka gave a sigh and his eyes flared with fluorescent rainbow sparks as he begrudgingly activated his quirk.
“Seems Explosion’s already on fire... “
He observed lazily as his eyes focused on the screens zooming in on the third years entering the arena, it was easy to see where Kazume was as there was a large 5meter radius of the redhead that was void of people as they seemed to be avoiding something, probably the kid getting hot already like an insta-lighting gas stove.
“Needs to chill before he burns all his clothes off or something…”
Itsuka uttered sarcastically, he assumed jokes of that level wouldn’t get him in trouble, and well, he had seen people do things like that by accident back in his Hero days though from what he knew of the guy it wasn’t likely to happen.
As the combat started, Itsuka couldn’t help but raise a brow at how dumb some of the kids were being. He knew all of them enough to know their capabilities, they were better than this.
“Dumb kids not being able to keep their cool… guess it’s not just one guy who needs to chill out…”
The black haired man sighed as the announcements of the “HEEERO DOWN!” was spammed across the arena, probably not helping some of them with their panic. He spotted some of the third years grouped up as the camera panned and narrowed his eyes as he looked over at one of the more general screens, his quirk being focused onto his eyes for a few moments.
“Zoom in over there, what are those kids doing? Uh… 38° 33' 44.748'' N 16° 12' 37.692'' E”
He spoke to one of the screens, hoping the idiot who was controlling the drone would zoom where he wanted to see because fuck using his quirk even more for something like this.
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Post by Kosei Shiba on Sept 15, 2019 23:43:12 GMT
I journey through the desert Of the mind with no hope / I follow / I drift along the ocean / Dead lifeboat in the sun / And come undone
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"Well that was fast." He muttered, instead observing the platter that had once offered a variety of cakes. Now, the platter held nothing but crumbs and despair. And sadly, he was hungry again. "Did you eat all the cakes?"
Well this really was a mood killer wasn't it? Stuck in box with Itsuka and an empty stomach. "Someone bring us more food."
Meka continued to prattle on commentary though Kosei only caught bits and pieces of it, "Not sure if that sad excuse for a lesson you offer really gives a good judge of these kid's character. Nothing like giant fighting robots to really make them flounder around lost and confused."
"Should you really be telling someone to chill out?" They used plenty of the same tools in classes, specifically the use of machines. Though it wasn't exactly a grand comparison to the real thing. A lot of this felt like a mess, unorganized and confusing, which might have made it feel realistic if this whole scenario was weighed by the reality that it was indeed a test. It did disappoint him that it offered very little in terms of strategy or varied use of quirks and skills, but no one entrusted him with designing anything.
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Post by Isaac Korzhakov on Sept 18, 2019 3:55:01 GMT
As things were still preparing to get underway, Isaac found himself surrounded by a number of familiar faces. Kazume stood by himself near the edge, and though the Russian was certainly within the range of the heat aura, it didn't even register to him inside the metal shell. Soon enough, the rest made their appearances as well, Ife being the first to walk over before both Jon and Kohaku decided to clamber up the Raiju's chassis to wave at the cameras. He let them of course, it didn't bother him at all and they were well below the bot's maximum load capacity. "Why hello my friends, is good to see you. My first time at sports festival, is quite exciting, da?" It was certainly an interesting crew he'd become attached to, a collection of... misfits, yes that probably was accurate he thought, noting as the rest of the third years seemed to give their group plenty of clearance. He was a part of it now, wasn't he?
As each of them approached, they all asked a similar question. Any ideas? What was the plan? That was a bit of a new experience for the boy, considering most people tended to dismiss him as younger and less experienced. But these people seemed to think he might have some answers here and.... did he? He considered it for a moment before answering, unconsciously bringing up one hand to tap on the bot's face plate. "Well... generally I would suggest splitting up into groups and dividing tasks based on specialties. Attack, defense, recon, rescue as it were. For instance, you two-" He gestured toward Kazume and Ife. "More suited to offense, da? Jonny and Ko perhaps better for defense or escort." He concluded with a slight shrug. Maybe he could offer more, but there was no telling how this would go.
Poorly, as it turned out.
As the starting buzzer rang out, the familiar sounds of whirring gears and electrical motors reached Isaac's ears. An almost comforting set of noises for the boy, but probably not for most. Instantly he launched the Rudra off his back and let it take to the sky, looking at the scene from above as the swarm of robots began to pour inward. Almost just as quickly, the first of their fellow students fell. Then another... and another... and another. Isaac simply stood still for a moment as he took it all in. Whether it was caused by overconfidence or some unexpected difficulty, those that ventured out first found themselves either being pushed back or eliminated... And what was worse, most were still acting by themselves rather than trying to support each other or regroup. Just as quickly as the robots had appeared, they were already pushing against the boundaries of the hill. No leadership, Isaac realized as the data flowed in to him, not a single person stepping up to take charge of the situation and organize... Well that wouldn't do.
"Listen up! Secure perimeter around evac point, classes A, B, and C take front line, H will fortify, and everyone else provide support where you can." He spoke calmly above the sounds of the chaos, using the Raiju and Rudra's speakers to amplify the sound of his voice as he simply let his brain spin. It was almost like playing one of his strategy games, especially looking down from above, and he let his mind treat it as such. "Focus on ranged attacks and prioritize thinning numbers of basic bots until we can discern strategy against advanced units. Provide cover fire for civilians, but Do not advance to retrieve until after area is clear of enemies." There would probably be some complaints about that last part, but if they overextended and got taken out while trying to rescue people, then there'd be no one left to save anyone. "Once safe zone is secure and first wave is repelled, we can think about search and rescue and expanding territory." Some would be unwilling to listen to his instructions of course, but getting any number of people to work together was better than the mess they had now. Hopefully being the loudest and tallest thing in the area would help with that.
With commands delivered to the masses, Isaac turned his attention to his friends, whose abilities he was more familiar with. Two fire users, one metal manipulator, and a strength augmentation. Plenty of options, though two of them needed some special circumstances to be fully effective. "Kaz, if you are not opposed, please direct your efforts in that direction." He pointed roughly northward in the general direction of the massive Executioner, figuring that the boy would be more free to use his quirk in the less crowded portion of the city. "Otherwise, I trust you, you get job done. Ife, if you could also push on northern side, I would appreciate it. I'd say stay close enough to provide support, but you two are more effective in isolation, da? If these people listen, we will send them up to defend territory after you clear it." He shifted his gaze down to the other two as he continued. "Jonny, please set up some defenses around hill to slow enemy. Barricades, spikes, quicksand, whatever you have. I will be back shortly with more for you. Ko? If you would please come with me for a moment." He knelt down and offered a hand to help the girl climb back on. He wasn't being at all forceful about his requests to his comrades, had no intention of attempting to force his will upon them, but they'd asked for a plan and this was the best he had at the moment. Once his classmate was on board, he muttered a warning to hold on and then started moving.
In a second he was at his full running speed and the Raiju leapt high in the air, sailing over the forming perimeter to the north before the frame's several hundred pounds of metal came crashing down atop an unlucky victory bot. "I can engage in melee easily, but you'd best make use of weapon. Less damage to fists." With one hand he reached out and snapped a nearby stop sign out of the pavement, passing the makeshift pole-arm up toward Kohaku. "Give this a try, da?" Once the weapon was passed, Isaac jumped once more, this time coming down just behind the group of three fleeing civilians, placing himself between them and the small crowd of pursuing robots. There was a crackle of electricity as a small metallic rod deployed from the Raiju's wrist and the boy uppercutted the nearest victory bot with a shower of sparks. Before even verifying that the shock had taken it down, he delivered a super-strength punch to the next one's head and moved to block the advance of the next. "See that one there?" He gestured toward the Venator at the back of the group. "He is big, da? How would you like to introduce yourself?" Isaac chuckled, having learned exactly how his comrade's quirk worked since their last lesson. With his free hand, he grabbed hold of Ko and let his targeting systems take over. The instant the solution appeared in his vision, he spun about and pitched the girl as hard as he could at the bot's head, trusting that she'd be able to deal with it.
And with that, there was one last thing that needed addressing at the moment... Striking out at one of the remaining Victories, Isaac attempted to use the Raiju's superior strength to tear a limb off and hurl it like a javelin toward the nearest Allegiance bot he could locate. Whether or not the strike was effective would tell them a good deal about the thing's capabilities; and a little experimentation could go a long way in seeing them through this phase of the event.
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Sept 18, 2019 17:04:26 GMT
It didn't take long before green bean, of course, decided to brave the heat, but he was thankful the little shit didn't feel it necessary to stick around (not before trading a teasing comment, of course). "No promises." Kaz replied simply, arms crossed and expression still unapproachable, but he'd be lying to say he didn't have a soft spot (a microscopic one) for the little bastard. However, it seemed to be enough of an invitation to bring others into his rather glaringly obvious personal space he had constructed. The looming shadow that stretched across his chunk of lift territory was enough to make his temper rise dramatically, bristling like a territorial beast.
There was no way of knowing if the gesture was intended to be condescending or simply a lack of understanding, regardless, it was not a necessary gesture as they were only a few inches in height difference and so he decided to take it as the prior. His expression remained even, unreadable, and cold then. Ife Selam. He knew some of the other young man, enough to know of his volcanic quirk, but very little else. Kaz took a step forward, hands in his pockets to keep the urge from blowing off his stupid head. "You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. So stand the fuck up. I don’t need to prove myself to you, get in my way and I’ll crush you too. I’m not your friend, so kindly, fuck off." That wasn’t to say he didn’t find the idea of competition to be intriguing, he enjoyed competition as much as it ruined him. And there was a thrill in that, he knew the other young man to be strong. Enough so to tolerate his suggestion of a competition, but not enough that he may visibly regard it as anything more than a waste of time.
At that, the taller student left him to peace (as temporary as it may be) as he regarded the scene before him, mind quickly working out the best way to rake in the points without going down like the rest of these fools. It became quickly apparent the risk in running this by yourself, and as confident as he appeared to seem, he was not a naturally cocky or arrogant person. Not enough that he would stupidly throw himself to the machines without a backup plan in case things went wrong. He would have to be smart about that. "Seems Explosion’s already on fire...He burns all his clothes off or something…" Something occurred to him then, honed by the rather overly studious comment of his quirk study teacher. He was in his gym clothes, which were only flame resistant not proof. Oh god damn it. And seeing as using his full quirk often meant being fully-consumed by flames….. Shit. He had THANKFULLY worn the under armor shorts from his actual hero outfit and so at the very least he wasn’t going to fully flash any poor unsuspecting people (under the condition that the shorts withstood all the heat spikes), but either way he was about to make quite the impression… Either way he was at a slight disadvantage only due to the fact his quirk was not naturally designed for machines. It was hot enough to easily destroy mechanical components and wiring, but not the metal itself (not without additional effort that would cost him). That meant he would either have to up the temperature (risking some burns), rely on explosions (also risking broken bones and burns), or he would have to target specific weak spots at the neck and joints (which meant up close and personal risk of getting smacked down like a fly). Despite this, Kaz believed it was the identification of flaws that was in itself a greater strength. Nothing was gained from being cocky and running in blind. It was then that he heard the one he knew as Isaac, who had seemingly decided to take point and bark orders like his robotic suit wasn’t already compensating for a lack of something. His name followed by what could only be an order, which was regarded with a venomous expression, ”Do yourself a favor, half-pint, save your orders for the brainless idiots that wish to follow them.” He in himself was a bossy individual, but he had no desire to come up with plans or bark orders. This was not a training class with Meka, this was the sports festival. And he just didn’t have fucking time. Though that wasn’t to say that the executor bot wasn’t a good enough target as any at this point.
He hadn’t worn his gloves today, he wouldn’t need them. Immediately, the air around his right hand heated dramatically, sparks collecting as he charged the molecules for a larger explosion soon to come. The destruction that followed as the event unraveled, happened fast; before he could bother wasting his time worrying about what the hell was going to happen to his uniform or to these idiots, he threw himself into the air, flames shooting out and thrusting him into the air towards the executor. As he flew, an explosion crackled at the snap of a finger, blast crashing down on two imperials. The more time spent on the ground, the more likely to be surrounded, so he would keep to the air and as versatile as physically possible. Despite his rather callous attitude, he kept his eyes between the enemy and the idiots back in the group. Couldn't let them all fail, it would only make him look bad, of course.
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Post by Ife Selam on Sept 18, 2019 22:54:54 GMT
[googlefont="Comfortaa"] ♡ TAGS WORD COUNT NOTES He said nothing and ignored Kaz’s outburst, somewhat expected more or less. His eyes never changed, more fierce than before. Truly a dog, someone you would want loyal on your side but to be kept far from your feeding hand. And like a dog, need to be beaten when given the chance. Out of everyone when it came to combat situations, they were at the top in terms of pure power. If there was a 1 on 1 tournament of sorts, Ife mentally prepared himself for the confrontation. Next to him and the robot showed up dreadhead Jon and Kohaku, easing his unnoticeable anxiety from the whole spectacle. Having a skewed perception of the country’s pundits from watching biased news channels and surfing on the internet, Ife figured the heroes had one shot to make a splash or else they would risk getting theoretically hung by the media. His encounter with the head of TITAN reinforced this ideal, talking to him at length about what went wrong with the organization. Overall, the glamour slightly left the transfer student awestruck, looking at everyone around him to look for similar concerns plastered on their faces. It was pretty easy to see who slacked and who knew what they were doing, the smell of fear permeating the air. At the sound of the starter buzzer, it was an orchestra of “ HERO DOWN!” that was music to the ears of the wicked. The advanced robots proved themselves formidable, reflecting quirks, showing their ability to take advantage of weaknesses and having some sort of higher level programming for formulating strategies. Issac started moving, high in the air looking down the battlefield as he yelled out orders and started organizing the students. At a glance, some students were stiff to move, doubt flooding their muscles and overriding their decision making. A group of third-years just looked at each other, not wanting to jump in the fray first. “OI! I’ll clear the way to get into the buildings and find Civillian bots, stand behind me and watch my back! We all saw how not working together turns out, so let’s show these sponsors and agencies who’s hungry--!!” Others yelled in unison, running off the platform and using their own abilities the best they could as they worked together to slowly make head way towards the west. Some students trailed behind Kaz to support his acrobatics and a group of twelve students stayed close behind Ife to the left hand side of Kaz. There were some who decided to stick to their guns and go their own route but Ife’s reinforcement of Iassac’s orders helped create unity and there was visible cohesion among everyone’s actions on the field. The long pathway next to the set of three buildings behind the platform was swarming with bots, acting as gatekeepers for them as well as the large parking lot next to what seemed like a huge auditorium or gymnasium. Two of the students behind Ife seemed to be hot heads, pushing forward and taking down a few Imperial and Victory bots before realizing they were too far from the group and got surrounded in no time. “ Damn...get in the building and get out of my way-” he yelled, the two numbskulls darting and tumbling through the small spaces available for them to move through shoulder tackling a door simultaneously to get into the second building of the three. Lava dripping from his whole left arm, Ife stood about twenty feet away from where the mob began to encircle the students. Ten or so Victory bots made their move towards Ife, breaking off from another mob that was getting peppered by other students fighting and Kaz’s explosions. Cameras pointed at him, he yelled, “MOUNT FUJI--!!” and slapping the floor at the same time, a wave of lava quickly came to life and engulfed all the bots in its way and scarring the battlefield. The bots were stopped in their tracks as the lava poured into their joints and started doing its work. The mob had time to regroup themselves, some slower than others, another eight bots hit full force by the wave while another thirteen were peppered by the end of the wave and had their effectiveness cut down as lava strips melted whatever part they landed on. The other students who were behind Ife took advantage of this and sprinted into the closest building, avoiding the blobs of lava left behind and searching for civillian bots. The two in the second building looked outside, filled with confidence and a chance of revenge, did their best to take out the remainder that were slowed down. Ife looked for support from others, keeping his head on a swivel and continuing to command whatever students he could to keep the cohesion throughout the class. From the path he created, other students cut through to the streets that led to the west side of the three-set buildings. Ife would stay at the intersection thinning out numbers to keep Kaz from being surrounded unless he himself pushed in too far.
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Sept 20, 2019 16:59:49 GMT
“Exciting is certainly a word for it.” Jon scanned the cheering crowds against the brightness of the afternoon sun and flashed the camera with a quick sign for, I love you, before shimmying down the robot with less grace than they climbed with. Their quiver thumped against their lower back, pulling slightly at their belt. They’d been stripped of armor, an unneeded addition that wasn’t deemed useful for Quirk use and the whole thing was askew. “Talk about a real Hunger Games. Scouts honor I wont sacrifice anyone to get to the end.”
They hummed absently at Isaac’s suggestions and fiddled with their belt, tightening the thing around their slim waist. That was going to get annoying real fast and shrugged against the awkward pull of their harness. The whole thing was beautifully balanced as a whole but without the addition of armor, it threw the whole thing off and they’d have a bruised tailbone by the end of this day. It did shave off some of the normal weight and they lamented they’d pussy footed around with their upgrades. They’d have been pretty handy right about now. Oh well, no time to cry over spilt milk.
“Better defense,” Jon interjected, setting hands on their hips, standing just over half the robot’s height and instantly became lost to the cameras to their short stature. “Pretty sure those civilian bots are like a million pounds and I’m not She Hulk over here.” They looked over to Kohauku at that with a grin. “But I’m also pretty willy, never know what I’m gonna do. Wild card, bitches.”
Their last word was swallowed up by the blaring start of the game and to their credit, they didn’t flinch at the overwhelming bellow of machinery. This wasn’t their first Sports Festival and they took the challenge the same with anything else they were faced with. Their grin deepened, eyes widening with an intensity they reserved for being faced with an impossible. With practiced ease, they plucked a metal orb from their quiver and loaded it into their left vambrace’s hidden crossbow. It’d stay put without too much bumping around until it was needed and when nothing seemed to jump out at them, they watched with a wince as students around them went down.
“You know I was joking about the Hunger Games, but damn, guess I’m gonna have to find me a Peeta. Who wants to volunteer as tribute?”
Kaz’s beautiful scornful reply was like music, angry, rock music, and Jon cocked their head in his direction, but made no comment about it. It just meant their friend was ready and raring to go full steam ahead. And like Kaz, Jon was sans their usual pair of gloves, making it both easier and troublesome. They ran the risk of getting carried away and turning a ball into a pile of rust before they could even set it off. Jon gave Ife another cursory look and blew him a quick kiss and a wink, amused at his talk with Kaz. They couldn’t hear anything in the fiery circle jerk, but judging from the usual scowl of their friend, it’d gone as well as they figured. Grey eyes darted along each robotic enemy, sizing them up as potential ammo and ease of take down before Isaac sailed forward like a champ.
“You got it Mr. Roboto, defense line is a go!” Jon gave a sharp salute before bolting away from the group, moving around students, using their smallness as an advantage to seamlessly slip through. They grabbed a student’s sleeve, dragging him with them with surprising strength. “You, help me here. Make a wall this way.” Jon pointed, making an imaginary line before releasing the orb they had loaded. It hit the ground with a wet thump before exploding upwards into a twisted outward display of spikes and poles. “Hold them from advancing, we ain’t got any extra lives to spare.” Thumping the kid on the back who had some sort of stone or earth Quirk, Jon raced along the hill, grabbing another couple of students.
“Pikachu, Water Boy, here.” Jon unloaded a couple more orbs, two more metal barbed spike bushes and two Silver Linings, the doubled barrier almost too small for any concern to a robot but it’d provide ample coverage for a student or two.
“I have a name,” the one with the Water Quirk snarled, pale blue hair already plastered to his forehead.
“Tell me it when we win,” Jon countered, hauling the girl with the electrical power to stand beside them. “Water, electricity, bad mix. Any Ene-bots get within range, splash and electrocute, basic knowledge.” The green haired student paused. “Enema bots.” They snorted and when neither teen laughed with them, Jon shrugged. “Whatever I’m hilarious.”
“There’s so many of them,” the tall, mousy girl whispered. Hands clutched over their heart as thin, yellow arches of lightening slipping through their fingers. Jon made an immediate point by shoving Water Boy over a few steps and moving around him to put some distance between them the girl. Electricity was a friend to no one and the third year was damn near a lightning rod to it and they didn’t need to get taken out early by a twitchy student.
“Hey,” Jon said softly and the girl looked over. “ Don’t be a chicken shit.” When she gave them a horrified look at the name calling, Jon grinned again. “We got this, no sweat. Just remember, water first, then electricity. In the great words of Douglas Adams: Don’t panic.”
That was going to have to be good enough as Jon had to keep moving. They laid down two Lead Foots next to each other, the liquid metal shifting to fall and fill in any gaps the uneven ground provided and made sure no one stepped in it. They could bottleneck some of the Victory bots if they managed to flank this area, hopefully and cause a pile up. A few other gung ho students ignored the pipsqueak rallying them together, instead forging ahead to be overcome by the rush of smaller bots and Jon grimaced.
“Dammit,” they muttered, swiping a hand across their brow, streaking a line of dirt from circling back to the earth bender, a few others converging together to work from behind the metal and rock barricade area. This seemed to be the strongest and one Jon figured they didn’t have to keep an eye on. They may have been shit at planning, but could run with an idea. They ran back down, enforcing a weaker section just as an Allegiance bot reared up from the back.
“Look out!” Jon shoved the student hard, pivoting out of the way just as a metal barb was launched from the advancing robot, burying itself into the ground where the two of them stood. Whirling around, they glared at the barb before reaching for it. Jon’s eyes flashed a silvery hue like reflective metal and fingers closed around a section of the metal, melting almost immediately under their grip. A handful came away, ripping a section of it out as if it was butter, causing the paper thin part left to snap and bend in half under the weight of it. Without a usual containment, the metal barely held it’s shape, oozing outward with a syrupy consistency, but didn’t need it for their next attack.
“Try me, bitch.”
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