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Frieda Fitzjerald
Tags: Zamasu Xcelgamer (Open)
Location: Gym, AA

While like many others the uniform was brand new out the packet, Frieda had somehow already converted the entire getup to something more resembling a tie-dyed jumpsuit as the ink had begun to over saturate the other colors present, making her form stand even more than her already short stature did. She was keeping somewhat close to Aijou and nervously scanning the area while all the possible worst-case scenarios continued to run through her mind, distracting her to the point she completely missed Yurrei's approach from behind, jumping with a small "Eeep" as the girl started speaking. Laughing nervously she holds up her hands having them slightly "He...Hey, Good doing yeah....I mean im doing....good" a few more short laughs before they speed up and she is somewhat leaning back from the extended hand as prior events start to play through her mind, though a short look of relief when they explain the flame more.

She does, however, take the hand eventually, shaking it as she speaks with a gloved hand while rubbing her hair with the other "T..Thanks, Its...I mean i guess its a bit messy it just...happens erm, it never stays....well clean for long" with the number of worries and nerves she had? barely can make it a few hours, especially with the habits she had, though for a moment she has a flash of remembrance to the few times....ok many times it got brought up at her old school, especially that one occasion of being used to paint the schoolyard after the bathroom incident, the memory causing her to inwardly shudder for a moment. It was then she noticed she had been staying silent for a while, her hand still shaking Yuurei in the same movement on repeat, a blink of suprise before letting go "Oh so...sorry, erm..I mean....wax is...good too, I mean i guess it can be colored right?, Theres....all sorts of candle colors i mean....though guess it burns through quick or something....heh" back to the nervous chuckling unsure what to say next.

 

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 5"

Quirk: Lightning Charger- Emitter/Accumulator

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Chris Thompson

Chris ran into the main building, panting heavily. I'll have missed the introductory class, but I'll make it for the gym class, I think. He had been given the tour of the building several days ago, so he tentatively knew his way to the locker room. The staff had given him a private tour when he and his dad moved to the city last week. Chris had felt self-conscious, getting special attention from the officials. He had drawn a crude map of the place on his forearm then, during the tour, frying a new pen with each of his tics. Chris typically went through 3 packages of pens and pencils a week at school. It was rough, and each zap triggered stifled chuckling from classmates as another writing utensil bit the dust. But that was in the US. He was in Japan now. For the past 6 months he had been immersed in Japanese language and culture, doing his best to prepare himself and make a good impression. Actually, if he could avoid making an impression at all, that might be good.

Arriving in the boys' locker room, Chris opened his locker and stripped off his clothes hurriedly, replacing them with the pristine gym-clothes. That was when he turned and saw someone else in the room, a boy that looked like an anthropomorphic hyena. Chris blushed. He thought he had been alone.

"Sumimasen... I thought I was the only one here." Should he have used 'Gomensai' instead? He'd have to check up on that later. Japanese was confusing. Chris noticed the lack of other boys in the locker room. "Am I pretty late for gym class?" Tic. Chris scratched his neck, trying to disguise the unusual head twitch. "I'm C-Chris." He stuttered slightly as another tic caused his left shoulder to jerk.

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[Kimona]

The hyena turned his head ,as he fixes his long ponytail, to look at the boy when he spoke to him. Oh look at that. Another pipsqueak. He grinned, "Not terribly pipsqueak." he states as he slides on his gym shirt. He closes his locker and starts to head for Chris. Before he can say anything else he is

cut off by another male poking his head around the corner. The male had short mint green hair, and a blindfold on. He was already in his gym uniform and he had a pair of sunglasses hanging on his shirt. "Why hello there." He smiles, "I don't recall seeing you during introductions." He smiles as he quickly walks over too Chris, extending his hand in greeting(and he may or may not of had a prank zapper in his hand. "The name's Saito Sora, No need with formalities though, Sora will do just fine." He smiles, "you'll see why later." All of his movements seemed to be on point even though he couldn't see with that blind fold. Another male came up behind Chris, curious by the appearance of a new student. "Ah hello." He greets, he seemed about as nervous as Chris, "I- uh." He twiddles his f

ingers, looking at the ground, he seemed a bit shy, and his uniform was modified, cut halfway down so that his stomach was revealed. He had a big hole in his stomach with metal strings going across it like a stringed instrument. He lowered his voice to try and prevent Hiro from hearing, "I think you should, uh, avoid Hiro. If you get on his radar he wont leave you alone." He warns before retreating back. Hiro walked over to light haired boy, "So what did you just whisper to the new pipsqueak, pipsqueak?" He threw an arm over his shoulder. The shy boy seemed immensely uncomfortable, "I- uh. Nothing really." He says, avoiding eye contact. He looks over at Chris again. "Also my name is Aoi Nakano." he greets, trying to avoid the "Hiro" Subject.
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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 5"

Quirk: Lightning Charger- Emitter/Accumulator

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Chris Thompson

Turns out there were more guys in the locker room than Chris had thought. Two other dudes came out of nowhere, and after meeting the sketchy looking hyena, Chris reached to shake the hand of the one called Sora... only to be zapped by the prank zapper he held in his hand. It wouldn't have been a big deal if Chris had been ordinary, but no, Chris was literally connected to the Earth's telluric channel. POP! ZAP ZAPPPPP! The electricity dimmed, and the floor had two black footprints on it now. Chris yanked his hand back, eyes wide.

"Don't DO that!!" He yelled taken aback. That could've killed him! Chris was right. If Sora's end of the prank zapper hadn't been covered in rubber (to prevent idiots from killing themselves, obviously) Sora would've been dead where he stood. But these guys didn't know that. After a few deep breaths, Chris blushed, staring at his shoes.

"S-sorry... I... I guess you didn't know what my quirk was." He leaned up against his locker, shakily. "That could've killed you, y'know." He said, solemnly. Although, why he even has one of those at a hero school with dangerous quirks, I don't even know. He went to open his locker and put his regular clothes back in. Tic- ZAP!! Now the handle of Chris's locker was charred and black. Still useable, however. Chris sighed. "I... I'll see you in class." Great first impression. As he walked towards the other end of the locker room, A smaller boy with mint green hair introduced himself and told Chris to stay away from Hiro. Chris looked behind him at the obvious edge-lord who never gave him his name. He must be Hiro. He forced a smile and nodded politely to the boy.

"Good to know, thank you... I'm Chris." Then he headed for the gym.

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Hideki Mitsuki
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Hideki was running a little late for Gym class as he had stayed behind in his last class to talk with his teacher for a moment. Hideki walked into the locker room expecting be alone, but when he entered there were two other guys in there. One was the Hyena kid, they were in the same classes so Hideki already knew him, the other kid he didn't recognize, maybe he was new? It didn't really matter to Hideki though, whoever he was Hideki would outclass him in every way, just like he would with all of his other classmates. He would graduate from this school as number one and there was nothing anyone else could do about it. Hideki would go to his gym locker and quickly get changed as he would make his way out to the gym.

Interactions: Chris ( Natural Flavour ) Aoi ( Kimona )

 

[Kimona]

Maiko ?????

Maiko had finished changing into her new gym uniform. He had to admit, it was very nice. As much as she liked a good ol' track suit, she had to admit these gym uniforms were great.... She wondered if they got to keep them... She closed the locker and spun, smiling, iPod in hand. The first thing she did, instead of leaving was walking up to.. the mantis girl. Akiyama had caught her attention earlier, but this was her first chance to talk to her. "Hello!" Maiko greets excitedly, one earbud in her ear, "You're Akiyama right?" She asks, hoping she got the name right. "I'm Maiko!" she continues, proceeding to invade her space as she touches the mantis-pincer-thing that had the cover on it, "Your quirk it pretty cool ya-know?" she grins.

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[King Crimson]

Akiyama Kamakiri​

"Hm!"
"Hup!"
"Hmm!"
From flexing, to getting in some early warm-up stretches, Akiyama had now taken to experimenting on the most vital part of any superhero's appearance; dynamic superhero poses.
Now standing with her feet spread, her hands touched together in the space between her eyes, her claws pantomiming the same formation in between her antennae, and her glare focused fervently on her reflection, her mind mulling around how to inspire the most awe in both evildoer and civilian.
"Hello!"
...Until the sudden, cheery outburst nearly sent her stumbling headfirst into the mirror.
Regaining her balance, Akiyama twists her body to face the new arrival, locked in the pose, she responds with a simple, muted "Hello," before lowering her arms and returning to her normal posture.
Although her head of fiery red hair did remind her of someone she knew, Akiyama couldn't recall much else about the girl standing giddily before her.
Whoever she was, she was far more amorous than Akiyama was used to, and the combination of unexpected compliments, and the girl's disregard for personal space colored Akiyama's cheeks with just the faintest shade of soft pink.
"I-it's not that impressive..." she mumbles, her human eyes adamantly watching the girl grab hold of her pincer, as her upper eyes shyly looked away, taking a sudden interest in the rest of the room.
One of her bulbous, bug eyes spotted a clock hanging from the wall, and to her dismay, found that time had advanced far more than she'd thought.
Ah...I got too caught up in what I was doing... she thought regretfully, her head turning towards the foreboding timepiece.
...I won't have any time to talk to Sakura if I don't head out...
Turning her head back towards her touchy-feely classmate, Akiyama explains,
"I know someone else who has a strong quirk...and they're really nice too."
The locker room seemed just about empty by now, most of the students already headed out towards the field.
Better chance of finding her out there.
Pointing her thumb towards the exit, Akiyama asks, "We can go out together to meet them, if you'd like...?"


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[Kimona]

Sora shoved his hands n his pockets as he watched Chris skitter off. What a shocking quirk. Very interesting. He smiled, Sora thinks his sister will be very interested in it. He glanced at the clock. Oh, he should really get going. Sis would be annoyed if he was late. He trotted out of the room, Aoi went to follow after him, having the same idea, when he got grabbed by Hiro. "So I know you said it in class or whatever, but is that really your quirk?" He asks as he points at the literal hole in the boy's stomach. Wow, this is the last conversation he wanted to be having with the hyena boy, aka his least favorite person. "Y-yes." he says uneasily. He wish he could pull his gym shirt down, but due to it's modified nature, it was a half shirt. He was really embarrassed by his quirk. As long at Hiro didn't- ABORT ABORT. As Hiro started talking again, and went to try and touch his harp, Aoi's brain went into shut down mode and went into fight or flight. He immediately escaped from Hiro's grip and bolted down the hall, speeding right past Sora, Hideki, and Chris, as he absconded from his terrifying situation, and leaving a very confused hyena in his wake.

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[Kimona]

Maiko grinned, "Sure you are!" She smiles, patting the bug girl's shoulder. Unlike most people, she wasn't always the most observant, so she didn't really take the time to carefully observe how Akiyama was reacting towards her. Instead she just just focused on what she said. "Really?" She asked, smiling, "That would be fun yes!" She chirps, happy to head along with Akiyama out to the field to meet with whoever she was talking about. After all class was going to start soon, so it would be good to get there right about now.
King Crimson

 

[Jet]

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Despite the lack of wind, Oni's black kimono fluttered as the students came to the outdoor track. There they collected before El Diablo, disorganized in a muttering rabble, irking the stoic "Bushido Hero" who narrowed eyes at the poor, loud formation.

"SILENCE!" the hero begins, crossing arms as anime energy blasts out in a circle around him, blowing back grass and unlucky insects with a grunted "Hmmmfff" silencing most of the gathered students.

"Built from stone, body!"

"Sharp with care, a strong mind is!"

"Made with both, warrior!"

The teacher continues in a Haiku now that attention was his, and walking to and through the student group, the Hero stops before a large boulder he'd prepared in advance on the grass-topped center field within the track.

"My quirk is not one of strength young ones"

"Yet to me...."

The teacher begins, breathing deep with some kind of voodoo spirit centering & chi gathering.

"This Boulder.... " follows the man, drawing his right fist back like a bowstring.

"Is nothing!" Oni declares with a snort of steam, sending the punch out to the surface of the rock, with a *CRACK* and a *BANG* as the boulder splits across the surface, popping under pressure before crumbling to shards at the feet of the large man who turns back to the students.

"Such strength can be yours too fledglings, and this! This is where it begins!!! In the most important class! GYM!" Jiro exclaims with the same fist held out, the cliche sound of tightening leather shooting out and through the crowd.

"Whether it be endurance or strength, all heroes must possess high level physical abilities. It is our honor to fight for those unable, for this honor we must train endlessly, for without dedication to gain strength beyond our magic, and without the drive to increase the power of our divine gifts we are lost!" continues the teacher, looking around the field.

"For the class I've built several stations with my own hands, each one serving to train a different heroic attribute. With each day you will use the stations, and through the years you will grow stronger here under my watch!" explains the man, turning from the students and pointing out to the first station.

"The quirk-dome! A specially constructed building designed to contain even the most destructive sorcery! It is there where you may increase the strength of your magic through intense training" Jiro begins with a proud smile, pointing to a large white dome made from some unknown metal. It's height far above ground level, within stand many tall rock platforms and cliff walls where people can unleash fury. As the outside is resistant to many forms of attack, students can let loose within in order to train their abilities.

"THE WEIGHT STATION!" Jiro beams with gusto, pointing to an outdoor training station filled with barbaric free weights, some made of concrete. Old school? Yes. Safe? Probably not. Intense? Absolutely!

"Go there to increase your physical strength! As all heroes must possess such a thing I recommend it to any and all of you" the teacher concludes with a double thumbs up.

"Next! The track itself! Use this incredible tool to increase your stamina!" Oni explains with much less passion, expected, given his meathead status.

"Fourth! The obstacle course! Filled with interesting obstacles, the course will help your agility, stamina, strength and mental fortitude!" the man continues with a grin, pointing to a secondary ring running around the far perimeter of the field, with attractions such as (listed in order).

1. A sprint out section​
2. Monkey bars​
3. A rope climb to a high platform​
4. A rope swing to another platform​
5. A net climb-down from the second platform​
6. A tunnel crawl​
7. A series of five head high wood walls to hurdle over.​
8. A tall rampart to run up​
9. Another rope swing over a muddy water pit (with some kind of unknown sea-life inside)​
10. A trap floor section where runners must stay on their toes, lest they fall into a pit below​
11. A barrel roll (runners must get into a barrel and roll down a hill​
12. Another rope net climb up a hill​
13. A final sprint section​

"AND FINALLYYYYY!"

"WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!"

"THE SPARRING CAGE!"

Oni yells with a demonic grin, pointing to a literal cage where students can fight wearing padded head gear and gloves. With most rules decided by students, the only one mandated by Oni Jiro is "No broken bones" and "Don't destroy the ring".

"So long as you train hard I will not intervene. However, slackers will be punished with after school laps" warns the teacher who breaths deep, concluding with a loud - -

"BEGIN!"

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Shouryuu Hazuki
Strolling into the gym area at the tail Shou found that he hadn't missed much, like most people within a square mile he had heard the explanation anyway. "Hey there teach, looks like a great place for a workout." Rolling up the sleeves of his top he stretched and a shape could be seen moving across his exposed skin restlessly. "Sorry for being fashionably late, admissions needed to check my...something or whatever." He waved a hand to punctuate his flippant tone.

Turning to the rest of the group he gave a casual two fingered salute. "Hey there guys, Shouryuu Hazuki nice ta meet ya all! Call me Shou." Looking over his classmates he could see plenty were his type though what constituted 'his type' could easily mean just about anyone depending on what mood struck him, picking out a girl with grey hair in particular he grinned and gave her a wink. "Hey how's it goin'?" Finished limbering up he gestured to the track. "Who's up for a run to get the blood pumping?"

Jet Karcen

 

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 3"/160cm

Quirk: Toxic Thorns

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Kuroki Noto

As Oni Jiro spoke, Kuroki cracked her knuckles. Finally. The REAL hero stuff. Took 'em long enough... Naturally, as Oni Jiro finished his passionate speech, Kuroki headed to the sparring cage. She didn't need to warm up, as even more naturally, she had been flexing her thorns all morning. She leaned up against the cage eyeing down anybody who dared to come near. This class is going to be my favorite, I can tell.

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Height: 4' 11"

Quirk: Mouse

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Sakura Hanake

Sakura looked at each of the events, not really sure what to do first. Then, she saw Akiyama, and her ears perked up. Scurrying over to the mantis girl, Sakura waved, shyly.

"Uhm, do you know what you want to do first? I thought maybe I'd tag along with you if that's okay..."

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 5"

Quirk: Lightning Charger- Emitter/Accumulator

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Chris Thompson

Chris made it to the group of kids just as the gym class started and a large, red hero was yelling passionately at everyone. Tic. Ever since the hand zapper incident in the locker room, Chris's tics had been more frequent. Just settle down. Take deep breaths. His shoulder twitched.I almost killed that guy. I can't believe I was that close to killing someone.

After the red man's speech ended, Chris looked around to notice another boy just walking up casually. I guess I'm not the only latecomer. Chris's would've gone over and said hi, but understandably he didn't feel like anymore introductions. Plus, this new dude seemed occupied with the first female he could locate. Chris rolled his eyes, and decided to warm himself up on the track.

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[King Crimson]

Akiyama Kamakiri​

With not a moment to waste, Akiyama led her new companion out to the field, where the rest of her classmates already stood in congregation, Akiyama's eyes were quick to spot Sakura among them.
"Sakura-san!" Akiyama called out, hurriedly rushing over to where the diminutive mouse girl nervously sat.
"It's good to see you here." The bug girl states, the flat, awkwardness in her tone doing little to convey the excitement she felt.
Pointing towards the girl still wrapped around her claw, Akiyama explains with equal fanfare, "...And this is Maiko-san. We just met in the locker room."
What followed next was a brief round of introductions and joyful reunions, until the familiar, booming voice of their instructor culled all other conversation within the room, bombastically announcing the beginning of their first real class.
To Akiyama's dismay, it was the same, crimson-skinned instructor that observed her practical exam.
The same one she'd already managed to anger.
With equal amounts of bombast and authority, Oni Jiro enthusiastically explained the structure of the gym, as well as the purpose of each of the stations held within.
Once he was finished with his explanation, the students were left with an important question, which Sakura herself put eloquently; "Where to go first?"
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Akiyama took a moment to mull over her options, Sakura's question still hanging in the air.
"I don't think i would get much use out of the quirk-dome..." She first replied.
Her quirk wasn't very destructive , and she certainly didn't have access to any "destructive sorcery."
She would have to ask the teacher where she could get some later...

Looking at the massive weights, Akiyama's mind began to conjure images of herself, heroically pulleying concrete blocks off of the ground with nothing but her thick, muscular claws.
"Hmm...Maybe..."
Akiyama then inspected the long, green limbs that hung at her sides.
Not very thick, and not at all muscular.
"...Maybe not...yet."

Next, her eyes fell upon the track, sending a brief chill running through her spine.
"...I'm already going to be doing that later..." Akiyama cryptically mumbles, before quickly moving on to the next attraction.

Her eyes then fell upon the obstacle course.
"The obstacle course looks kind of fun." She finally remarks, a hopeful spark in her eye, as she turns towards Sakura.
"But are you sure you'd want to do it?" Akiyama asks, her eyes trailing down towards the mouse girl's dainty, pink, mouse-like feet.
"You aren't wearing any shoes...Won't your feet get hurt?"
Looking over to her other, ginger-haired companion, Akiyama inquires, "...And what about you? What did you want to do, Maiko-san?"

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Sakura Hanake

Sakura nodded shyly, acknowledging Akiyama's introduction of Maiko, and then stared at the ground, ears turning red. Sakura was definitely bad at introductions. Then she looked at the obstacle course, her eyes following it's path, her ears listening to how sounds bounced off it. The mouse girl felt like it was the best idea, as even though she was quite agile, she needed to hone her skills even more. That's what hero school was for! The sparring cage also seemed useful for her abilities, but the scary smirk-girl was leaning up against it, glaring at whoever even dared to look at the station...

"The obstacle course looks a good place to start, I think." Sakura agreed, nodding. Akiyama commented on her feet, and Sakura didn't look at them, as if not looking at them could make them disappear. Her mouse feet would be very good for the obstacle course, she knew. However, she didn't often have them out of her shoes, so they weren't very tough looking. She blushed.

"I... I have to toughen them up, I guess..." But she didn't want Akiyama to worry. "But they'll be fine!" She exclaimed, suddenly, looking back up at Akiyama, and then finally at her feet. She wiggled her toes, experimentally. "Yeah." Then Sakura looked up at Maiko, waiting for her answer along with Akiyama.

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[Kimona]

Kiyoshi ????

The bug-like boy was jogging on the track himself while he tried to decide on what station to go to when he saw someone else on the track, he didn't remember him! "Hello!' He waved as he tries to catch up with Chris. Once jogging next to him he smiles, "I don't remember you! Did you miss first class?" He asks with a smile as he jogs along, the little pincers next to his mouth twitching as he speaks. He also seemed to be pretty short, around Chris's height. "Also, my name is Kiyoshi!" He adds in greeting. He was officially slightly distracted from his decisions on stations, after all it was a touch choice. Except the quirk dome. He didn't want to be in there. That would be a nightmare. Especially with his quirk. Although eventually he would have to- Nope. Nope. Nope. He doesn't even want to think about it.

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Maiko smiled, That seemed so nice! She even actually managed to keep her mouth shut for a moment as they spoke! "Oh Yes the obstacle course sounds very fun!!" She grins, excited. "We will do awesome!!" She concludes, pumping her fist. She still had one earbud in her ear though, music playing, which can faintly heard out of the other handing bud. It seemed to be some kind of neutral music, not to fast, not to slow. She some how seemed to be focusing on the conversation and the music.
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[Topless]

Umahime Meiyo

Umahime looked over at the options she can take part of. She looked at the Quirk Dome and felt that her horse body may not have some "destructive magic" despite the amount of strength. She then turns to the Weight Station and already she denies, feeling that her upper human body may not take on thr weights. Turning to the obstacle course, she feels that she can do it, but some obstacles may prove to be difficult for someone like her to do. She eyes down on the sparring cage and already someone is ready to have a tussle. She can go for that for later. And so it all comes down to the track, which Oni felt less entheustiastic about.

Umahime went over to the track, seeing a few people in there. She did not care though as she is more focused on gaining improvement with her speed. Will one of them be able to outrun this human-mare hybrid? If they do, they sure be ready for a bloody beatdown.

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[PlusUltra]

Galatea Cyprus
Tags: (Open)
Location: Gym, AA

The silent monolith stops the smoothing of the alien fabric mid-motion and tips her head upwards at the sudden arrival of the teacher and his ongoing speech with only a faint nod between verses as he goes about the introduction and shattering the boulder. That was slightly wasteful, could it not be used for a series of sculptures or larger paving stones instead of gravel then again it would be useful in paving still. Idly wondering over Galatea squats poking at the pile while murmuring further almost as if counting, strangely enough, the rest of the words starting to fade out into the background for her.

When she eventually was drawn back to reality it appeared the class was already starting up, she had expected some form of instruction but instead, it was simply a constructed playground of sorts? Interesting...without a baseline though such would have minimal use without repeated exposure though it was also relatively low on the required resources once set up for a hands-off teaching method. Placing an incredible amount of thought into the reasonings it wasn't until some time later that she slowly started walking between each site taking a closer look, without any actual direction she found herself more interested in the nature of the construction. Some seemed to simply be slammed together, other crudely melted metals lacking crucial supports, resting a hand against the surface of each in turn as she maps out the finer details of the equipment.

The quirk dome itself appeared to be simply a large durable container to allow full use without damage, the weights were just that...to be heavy and lifted, the track simply a marked boundary over a length of land with fresh chalk, The sparing cage appeared rather sparse as well though the protective equipment did appear somewhat lacking when contrasted with the previously stated quirks. This all left the obstacle course...if she was to guess which would be easier to track progress and develop her quirk wise that may be a good start. Nodding to herself more she slowly walks to the start before starting to sprint at a steady pace, expression remaining the same until she seems to vanish at the monkey bars with a shimmering effect, only to appear at the other side and once more the effect took place and she was atop the platform. The process continued almost as if she was teleporting between elements, though she did seem to have lost her shoes at one point by the time she had finished running barefoot and looking at her watch at the end before doing the entire course again in reverse which might have not been intended.

 

[Karcen]

Looking over the area and hearing the teach explained it Ai had to think of what she would do, as her quirk could be disguised fairly easily in any of them. Still she wanted to for now avoid fighting anyone until she had seen the other's skills and could figure out how to properly hide her quirk. The safest bet was to go do some lifting and to do just above or below her weight limit just to keep it all consistent. There was also the track where Umahime had gone and well Ai wanted to bug her more. It was hard to explain the fascination she had for the tsundere horse, but she just wanted to mess with her. the question was just how to deal with what was likely Umahime's strong suit, speed. Ai was able to go fairly fast thanks to her shadow almost pulling her along and pushing her to make it look good. Still the speed was likely less than that of Umahime, but well the princess had no clue that Ai could play a little dirty. A little dirty play might help Ai figure out just how observant people were and if she could somehow pull off a win that would be beyond fun.

Ai would head for the track her posture showing a rather laid back not so serious attitude towards what she was doing. Ai looked up and down the course as she approached looking for decent areas she might be able to pull her little trick, and also judging the light. The day was nice and bright, but it wasn't at it's zenith so she should be able to reach out decently far for when she likely fell behind. Ai felt her plan should work out well enough on this day, though she wouldn't mind if it was a bit darker.

" You look a bit lonely how about we have a race?" Ai asked sounding rather casual as if she hadn't thought about what to do when racing the horse girl. Really if being a hero failed Ai might have a future in acting if she worked on it.

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[PlusUltra]

Frieda Fitzjerald
Tags: (Open)
Location: Gym, AA

Hyperventilating the girl is just stood shaking at the entire scene with the Oni teacher being far more intense than she remembered, the breaking of the stone having her jump backward for some sort of cover and further scattering her ink around the floor. He wanted her to start? but where could she start...what would she possibly be good at? if she doesn't start soon he would start shouting again..if she did bad though he would as well....or worse.

Looking between each item and the other students while she shakes, the sparring cage was a practical death sentence, Running she would likely just end up trampled under hoof or worse, the obstacle course likely had something even worse than the tests lake hiding down in that water....I mean maybe that quirk dome was kind safe? and its enclosed so she won't embarrass herself. Looking down at her dripping hands she can maybe also use it to help relieve the pressure building in her hands as she attempts to stop the leaking, after all, it's not like she can do much with the weights, heck most of them look like they way more than her. Swallowing hard she heads off to the dome, giving a final glance to the people around as she scurries away behind the walls and cautiously searches around the various rock pillars to make sure it is safe before relaxing and starting to calm.

Raising her hand slowly she starts to spray out the color, getting to work with a look of relief as the walls and areas get coated and the pressure abates though in the moment of reprieve she does get a little lost in the moment with a few swings of her hands and unfortunately misses the growing puddles along the ground, eventually leaking out through the door of the dome which while resistant to damage, wasnt a full seal.

 

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Umahime Meiyo

"Hmph! So, are you asking for a defeat then?" Umahime responds to Ai, acting all high and smug "I never once thought a lowley person like you would dare challenge me to a race of which you cannot possibly win. In fact, I will be more than glad to leave you biting the dust."

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[Zamasu]

• Kadena Guinto
• Aijou Kurokami

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  Kadena looked over at the line of courses that she can partake. Unfortunately, the only course that is applicable to her is the obstacle course. Sure she can take the track course, but she isn't as fast as those who have excelled in that category. She can go into the sparring cage, but she has little to no experience in combat. She can take on the weights, but she isn't as strong as those stronger than her. She can go into the Quirk dome, but her Quirk isn't as destructive as one can think of. Ot is these reason why she decides to take on the obstacle course.
  
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  Aijou Kurokami
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  "Cool!" Aijou seems to be excited at the options of courses that she can partake in. She eyes on two courses; the sparring cage and the Quirk dome. Someone is asking for a spar, but Aijou wants to increase the destructive potential of Merkava...for good reasons. "Hey Merkava, wanna do a spar or destroy some things?" Aijou asked. "I don't know to you kid. I'm already powerful as is, but its your choice on whether you want to take on any of them." Merkava replied, which Aijou then nods. She turns her attention to the sparring cage, seeing as someone is in there waiting for an opponent.
  
  "Hey there! I'll take you on!" Aijou says as she goes into the cage, getting herself ready for a rather "friendly" sparring match.
  
  
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Shouryuu Hazuki
A little put out at the lack of a direct response Shou took her presence on the track with him as encouragement. "A race would be going from 0 to 100 real quick, I like it. You certainly look like you'd be quite the pacesetter." Inserting himself into the conversation he nodded to the buxom centaur. "Confident, I like that." Waving to the other two boys on the track he called out to them. "Hey fellas, fancy a little friendly competition?" His easy grin had turned a little wolfish at the prospect of racing.

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Akemi Tajima
Letting the people who wanted to chase their tails running around the track or in one case simply chase tail Akemi took a look at the other stations, the quirk dome would be of no use to her and was also being thoroughly soiled by Inky, with a short whistle Pocky drew her attention to his view of the approaching puddle of ink. "Ugh!" She exclaimed more in shock than actual disgust and quickly stepped away before her shoes were ruined.

The obstacle course looked like it could be troublesome to navigate, while it would be helpful practice she didn't want to be seen fumbling her way through it so she instead approached the sparring cage where two other girls were already talking. "I wouldn't mind going a round or two."

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Kuroki Noto

Being approached by first the girl with the sentient hair and then the blind girl with the bird, Kuroki began to get excited.

"Okay, do all three of us want to fight at the same time, or one by one?" Kuroki grinned, flexing her thorns. "All of us at once sounds like a fun challenge. But more importantly, do you want my thorns to just poke you, or inject toxins too? Don't worry, it'll only make you feel sick for 10 minutes, I'll make sure." She licked her lips in anticipation. "I also have acid spit, but I think I'd get suspended if I used it on a fellow student... even in a match." Kuroki couldn't wait. This right here was what hero school was all about; kicking butt!

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Chris Thompson

Chris grinned when it seemed that despite Shou's interest in the girls, he was also here for the competition. He was even happier when Shou motioned back to him to be part of his race with the grey haired girl and the snobbish-seeming horse lady.... who he kind of wished was wearing pants. It was just a bit weird, like, looking at a horse butt was one thing, but when it actually belonged to a girl... uhm...

Chris caught up to the others. "Yeah! I'm in." he said, scratching his head as a tic jerked his head as if he'd been slapped. At least he was wearing shoes with rubber bottoms. Although they didn't completely stop the electricity (since his connection to it was so strong... in fact, sometimes it would jump out of the ground to his hands if it couldn't go through his feet to reach him), they often weakened the current. So, no electricity jumped from him this time. That only seemed to happen with stronger tics.

To prepare himself for the race, Chris slowly summoned the weaker current of electricity through his shoes, tho as he tic'd he lost a little of it, and some jumped from the ground to his hand in a bright burst. He bit his lip and shook his head, trying to breathe deeply and steady himself. Hopefully the speed burst he would let out at the beginning of the race would put him far enough ahead of the crowd that when it ended (2-5 seconds depending on how much electricity he could build up before someone said 'go') he could maintain his distance by sprinting full out.

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Akiyama Kamakiri​

Agreeably, Akiyama nods,
"Okay, Obstacle course it is."
With little else left to be said, the three jaunt towards the course's starting lanes.
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"Looks like some people have already started."
Akiyama comments, spotting a lone shoe left abandoned on the field, as she gave the course one last look-over.
From what she could tell, it seemed to be a re-purposed track, littered with a variety of different traps and obstacles. All of which seemed to have been made with loving, painstaking care.

Taking her position at one of the divided starting lanes, she then hunkers down, coiling her body into a tight spring, with practiced ease, ready to shoot forth at a moment's notice.
A small sign, emblazoned with an image of the big, red gym teacher holding a small, checkered flag, seems to detect her presence, a crackly, pre-recorded message of his voice ringing out from a large microphone.
"READY..."
Akiyama snapped her head forward, three years of daily training flooding back into her mind, and filling her muscles.
"SET..."
She lifted her palms off of the gravel, and lifted the balls of her feet, perched on nothing but the tips of her fingers, and her dug-in toes.
Her tiny wings buzzed furiously against her back in agitation.
"GO!!"
The emerald spring shoots forward with blinding speed, her lightweight steps sending her flying down the track.
The first obstacle came into sight in no time at all, a pair of monkey bars overlooking a deep pit of mud.
Accelerating forward, Akiyama boldly jumps up to grab onto the bar's first rung.
...and catches nothing but air, her short, feeble human limbs sending her plummeting to the mud below.
For a brief second, Akiyama's body disappears from sight, falling into the seemingly bottomless abyss, until one of her claws shoots upwards, latching onto one of the rungs overhead.
Once her claw pulls taut, her downward momentum suddenly pulls her forward, bringing the monkey bar's final rung within reach of her other claw.
Snatching the last rung, Akiyama swings her way to the other side of the obstacle, landing on one foot with something somewhat resembling grace.
Once she regains her balance, the mantis looks back over her shoulder at her two companions.
She meant to do that.
...Totally.

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